A bolt from the blue.

A voice that had never been heard before sounded in his ears, cold and harsh, his mother died? How can it be! Brother Fairy said that his mother was waiting for him, and he was waiting for him in another place! How could it be dead? I'm here to lie to him again!

"Who are you! You lie! My mother is still alive! Still alive! She's waiting for me to find her! Deceitful! You are all liars! ”

"What a quarrel! I'll pull out your tongue again! The person on the shoulder suddenly struggled violently, screaming and roaring, and the person scolded a few words, and directly used the silence technique and the immobilization technique.

[Your mother died, your fairy brother lied to you, and it was Nan Muwei who killed your mother.

Do you remember the bowl of medicine you brought to your mother? The bowl of medicine was made of hands and feet. 】

Deceitful! Deceitful! Deceitful! Deceitful! My mother is not dead!

The child stared, eager to pop his eyes out, even if he couldn't see the person who spoke.

Why did I lie to you? What's in it for you to lie to you? If your mother didn't die, why did she leave you? She's just dead, she's dead, believe it or not, wants revenge? Hate? That's right! 】

No, no, no, no! Not at all! His mother didn't die! My mother is still waiting for him!

How could it be dead!

Deceitful! It's all liars!

It's all liars!

No one can believe it!

'Ayu ......' Yu Xiaobai reached out to catch the blood-red tears under the corner of the child's eyes, and the whole person was numb from the pain, "System! What the are you doing! your ancestors! ’

Why was this said to him? Why do you want to force him like this? He's just a kid!

'Host, you should go back, he must go alone for the rest of the road, and you will not have any news from him, and for the next twenty years, you will not be able to leave the Blue Dome Peak. ’

The man took the young man's hand and didn't let go no matter how the young man struggled, until he could no longer see the second young master of the Nan family and his party, and they showed their figures.

"This is his life, if he doesn't go through this, he won't have the strength to resist the Heavenly Dao, and he won't have your eldest brother Bai Ruyu, let's go, you will meet again one day." As for whether you can love and recognize each other, it depends on fate......

·

Twenty-five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

When he returned to Qingqiong Peak to annihilate, he was afraid that something would happen to the host, so he temporarily sealed Yu Xiaobai's memory.

In the past twenty-five years, Yu Xiaobai has been cultivating alone in Qingqiong Peak, and has never stepped out of the palace, and the original owner Wen Quyi has also been healed by the system because of the secret wounds left by the immortal and demon war.

At this moment, the dark clouds of Qingqiong Peak are overwhelming, the thunder is moving the sky, and the lightning and fire snake are ...... The power of heaven stretched for miles......

The entire Shangyang Sect's disciples stopped their movements and looked in the direction of the Blue Dome Peak.

They saw a white light rising into the sky in the gloomy thunder and lightning.

"Look, there are people on the side of Qingqiong Peak!"

"There is only one Yuehua Immortal Venerable in Qingqiong Peak, is Immortal Venerable about to soar? I heard that Immortal Venerable was already a Tribulation Stage monk hundreds of years ago! ”

", you know what? After the tribulation period, there are still scattered immortals, unless the immortal venerable is talented, he can soar in one fell swoop, but there are too few cultivators of this kind.

Do you know that Maple Creek fairy? Such good qualifications, not a soldier disbanding immortal? ”

"Ah, yes, but Yuehua Immortal Venerable is also very powerful......"

Although the noise of the disciples is far away from Qingqiong Peak, but Yuehua Immortal Venerable is a person who cultivates immortals, and the disciples' cultivation is not good, and the sound of conversation falls into the ears of Yuehua Immortal Venerable word for word, even if he hears it, the young man is unmoved, and there is no emotion on the cold face.

He soared into the sky, holding the Yuehua Sword in his hand to contend with the Heavenly Tribulation.

The Council Hall.

The hand behind the man in the brown robe clenched subconsciously, and he stood outside the hall and followed the figure under the clouds: "Wen Quyi is out of the customs?" ”

"Yes, I can't imagine that in just a hundred years, he will start to cross the Ninety-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, and it seems that there will be a scattered immortal in our sect." The old man standing behind the sect master touched his beard with a smile, and the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

"Scattered immortals?" The man snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and turned back to the hall, "This Wen Quyi has always been independent and alone, and he didn't obey the arrangement, but now if the tribulation is successful, I'm afraid he won't put me in his eyes!" He wants to cross the catastrophe? Am I okay with that? ”

"Sect Master?" The old man who followed the man was startled, "You are ......"

"This seat wants you to kill Wen Quyi!" As he spoke, the man lifted his clothes and sat down on the main seat, and took out a long whip from the ring space, "You take the Zhuxian Gong to kill Wen Quyi!" ”

"I don't need people who disobey discipline in my Shangyang Sect! Now that the demons are everywhere, the people are not living, and this seat has no time to discipline a Wen Quyi! ”

"But...... If Wen Quyi succeeds, we can also borrow his hand to get rid of the demons, which kills him...... "Isn't it too cost-effective?"

"What if he doesn't kill demons and wants to take the throne in Shangyang Sect?" A blood red flashed in the man's eyes, and no one noticed it, "Great Elder, when Wen Quyi succeeds in crossing the tribulation, no one will be his opponent, he has never had a deep friendship with us, do you know what he is thinking?" ”

"Yes, Sect Master! Rotten and old, let's do it! When the man said this, the old man broke out in a cold sweat.

If the sect master is changed, these elders will not necessarily be spared......

·

The thunder shook people's heads and their eardrums swelled and ached; The chains of fire pulled by lightning make people unable to open their eyes; Dark clouds cover the top, making people panic......

A blood-red whip swung from the sky, and the young man was startled and hurriedly crossed his sword to block it—

"Zheng-" With a sound, Yuehua's sword broke into two.

The long whip fell on the young man, and he instantly lost all his strength with a muffled snort, and fell towards the ground, and the thunder tribulation all came towards him.

Tsk, it was actually attacked.

The young man closed his eyes as he watched the lightning bolt that chased after him, thinking about the possibility of taking advantage of the opportunity.

The road of heaven is long, reversing the world, and the bumps are far away......

He silently recited the mantra in his heart, striving to get out of his body before the thunder tribulation came, so as not to hurt his soul......

The young man with his eyes closed didn't know that the mark on his collarbone glowed with a silver light, mixed with a trace of black gas, enveloping him and disappearing into the clouds in an instant.

Unable to find the person who crossed the catastrophe, the clouds paused in the air for a moment before dispersing.

The old man stood in the distance, looking at the place where the young man disappeared and frowned: He actually escaped? Could it be that the other party still has helpers in Shangyang Sect? But it doesn't matter anymore, Wen Quyi was seriously injured, the heavenly tribulation was not over, he couldn't get the gift of heaven, and he was injured by Zhu Xian, and he was useless if he didn't die!

·

Yu Xiaobai opened his eyes, looked at the blue sky above his head and breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, he was not dead, but he didn't know what kind of person he was?

Thinking like this, he raised his hand and looked—

Ay? Isn't that right? Isn't this their own hand? What's going on? Could it be that he is dead!

The young man's face changed, and he hurriedly got up—sure enough, it was still his body?

So, he failed to take it and is now the soul? This is the underworld?