"Who said that falling red is not a ruthless thing? But it has never turned into spring mud, and it is willing to be a winged bird in heaven, and it is willing to be a branch in the earth. Overlapping tear stains and brocade words, life is only love and hard to die. ”

—————————— spring mud that does not protect the flowers, and the fetters that are indissolvable.

Burst!

A bright red blood light splashed up, and the sharp blade in Wang Xiaochu's hand was stained with some oozing blood droplets. An invisible stream of true qi lifted the flowing blood beads, causing them to float above the broken blade.

Under Xie Qiao's death-defying and surprised gaze, what surprised him was that the wrist of the old man in front of him had been cut by the sharp blade in his own hand, and bright red blood continued to ooze and drip from the incision.

But there was no trace of pain on his face, but an extra expectation. The long red hair rested quietly on his shoulders, and his tall body did not tremble in the slightest due to pain, even in his red eyes, he was extremely safe.

Seeing Wang Xiaochu's move, Xie Qiao looked at him puzzled, and just as he was about to ask, Wang Xiaochu suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his right arm.

What is he going to do? What is he doing without killing himself?

Could it be that he wanted to let himself feel the fear before death? Thinking of this, the corners of Xie Qiao's mouth couldn't help but reveal a sneer.

But the sudden pain in his fingers made him deny the idea. I saw Wang Xiaochu's hand holding the sharp blade lightly on his fingers, and the sharp blade cut straight through his fingertips, and bright red blood droplets leaked out from the incision of his fingertips.

Although the pain was not intense, his sudden action made him stunned.

Under a huge invisible energy fluctuation, the blood droplets secreted from Xie Qiao's fingertips slowly rose and floated in midair. And this drop of blood made Wang Xiaochu's eyes full of expectation.

"What do you want to do?" staring at the old man in front of him, Xie Qiao asked in a cold voice with an iron face, every word he spit out was extremely difficult, not only because of the severe pain in his body, but also because the memory that suddenly appeared in his mind made his brain unable to accept it for a while.

Xingling's star-like gaze flashed through Wang Xiaochu's hidden red pupils, and while concentrating on controlling the fluctuations of true qi, he replied: "Maybe you won't believe what I said, but now, you have to listen to it, and you have to listen if you don't listen!"

A cold light flashed across his face, and under Xie Qiao's cold gaze, he continued: "You also know that you don't belong to my Wang clan, but you have the blood of my clan in your body. It's not just the power of the dragon soul, the dragon soul bloodline inherited by the foreign clan is not perfect and stable, and it will be eaten by it, but although you can use this power, the stability is far less than that of my clan, but you are not eaten by this power, do you know why?"

Speaking of this, he paused, and a trace of tears flashed in his red pupils, although it was only a fleeting moment, it was still captured by Xie Qiao's keen eyes.

"Why?" Still replied coldly, without the slightest emotion, Xie Qiao stared at him coldly and said.

The old man stopped talking, the red robe fluttered slightly in a slightly unstable aura, and the aura that controlled the blood droplets in the air was also slightly restless.

After recovering his emotions, he gritted his teeth lightly and said, "That's because I am both your grandfather and your father......

"What are you talking about?!" Wang Xiaochu said in exchange for Xie Qiao's earth-shattering roar.

He had been mentally prepared for Xie Qiao's move, but even so, his majestic face was still full of guilt.

"I know, it's unacceptable to be anyone," Wang Xiaochu continued, but his tone was already trembling slightly, "But it's a fact, I just want you to know that after losing your mother, you are not alone......"

Suddenly, Xie Qiao, who fell to the ground, let out a sneer, and his face was very hideous, "Giggle, hehe, cluck...... Is... Unexpected results... After so many years, your scheming has been hidden so deeply......"

When Wang Xiaochu met Xie Qiao's cold and resentful gaze, the long-lost panic in his heart struck again, and even the drop of blood floating in the air trembled.

"If you don't believe it... We can confirm it by blood recognition. After a moment of silence, Wang Xiaochu slowly floated in the air with his own blood on the blade of the sword.

Under Xie Qiao's gaze, he took out a porcelain bowl from under the treasure seat, looked at the water floating in the bowl, and looked into Xie Qiao's eyes again: "If your two drops of blood and mine are dissolved in this water, then you are the descendant of my Wang Xiaochu!"

Before Xie Qiao could speak, Wang Xiaochu's blood had already dripped into the water with a "bang", and as the blood dripped, it spread and faded in the water, and another drop of blood also dripped into the bowl one after another.

And this is Xie Qiao's blood.

"How is this possible?!"

Accompanied by Wang Xiaochu's desolate wail, when the two drops of blood just dissolved in the water, they did not merge with each other as expected by Wang Xiaochu, but suddenly condensed to both sides, turning into two blood-red blood balls, floating at the bottom of the water.

Syllable!

Wang Xiaochu's hand was soft, the porcelain bowl in his hand fell to the ground instantly, with a crisp sound, the porcelain bowl shattered, and blood spilled, Xie Qiao saw very clearly that the two little finger-sized blood red blood droplets were rejected one after another in the falling water.

Letting the splashing water droplets fall on his face, Xie Qiao's face did not change, but he sneered faintly: "What? Now, am I still half your grandson?"

If it is the blood of relatives, it can be instantly dissolved when they meet in the water, but the phenomenon of mutual exclusion Wang Xiaochu is the first time to see it. This also shows that Xie Qiao is not the "half grandson" he misses day and night.

As the porcelain bowls were smashed together, there was also the fragile thoughts in Wang Xiaochu's heart. The trace of expectation in his eyes disappeared suddenly, the majesty of the tiger's body rose again, and the soles of his feet suddenly stepped on, and the powerful coercion suddenly overwhelmed Xie Qiao.

Glaring at the young man in front of him, Wang Xiaochu's heart was filled with anger and despair, and the two drops of blood did not dissolve with each other, so it also means that the grandson he misses day and night, or the son who died seventeen years ago, and the initiator who let him die is himself!

All the disappointments and resentment towards himself in the past seventeen years made Wang Xiaochu lose his mind and sprinkle all his anger on Xie Qiao.

Despite his anger, he was still awake, raised his bare eyebrows, and shouted outside the door of the main hall: "Someone!"

Two men in brocade clothes walked in respectfully from outside the door and saluted him, "What do the elders command?"

With an angry snort, Wang Xiaochu turned around and said in a cold voice: "Put this kid in the heavenly prison and behead him at noon!"

"Yes!"

The two men in brocade answered, stepped forward to pick up the paralyzed Xie Qiao, and dragged them out of the main hall.

At the moment of leaving the threshold of the main hall, Xie Qiao scolded Wang Xiaochu sharply: "The surname is Wang! I, Xie Qiao, will definitely set foot on your palace! Let you pay the price!"

The voice became smaller and smaller, and only Wang Xiaochu was left in the entire majestic hall at this moment. Moreover, it is the center of the main hall, the golden lacquer carved dragon throne.

Slowly raised his head, looking up at the stone carving of the dragon on the caisson on the top of the main hall, from the end of his long red hair, a wisp of silver gradually spread.

Again, he remembered the bloody night seventeen years ago, when the slaughter had taken place.

The prison of the Wang clan is mainly used to imprison those vicious murderers, and there are also many monsters who have turned into human forms because they have done evil in the human world and have been imprisoned here by the Wang clan. And the materials used to build this heavenly prison are also high-grade dark iron, and without a key, even the Wang clan members of the Dragon Saint Soul Rank don't want to escape from the prison empty-handed.

But if it was a few elders of the Dragon Venerable Soul Section, they didn't pay attention to these incomparably hard Xuantie prisons in the eyes of ordinary people, they only needed to move their fingers, and let it be divided into two Xuantie Demon Gold.

And this is also the gap between the Dragon Saint and the Dragon Venerable.

However, the people who can reach the Dragon Venerable Soul Stage, there are only four elders in the entire Wang clan, and they can enter and exit at will in the Heavenly Prison, and they don't need to do anything at all.

The guards of the Heavenly Prison are almost all the best of the Dragon Soul Section, even the guards outside the door are the lowest of the Dragon Soul Stage, not to mention a few prison wardens of the Dragon Soul Stage.

Under the escort of the two Dragon Soul Duan Wang clansmen, one after another disdainful and vicious gazes swept over the three people who walked in. The prisoners I saw along the way included strong human men with tigers and bears, as well as demons with blue faces and fangs, and of course, there were also a few demon kings who dominated one side back then, and their demon power was completely comparable to that of the Dragon Soul Section.

And these have been imprisoned here by the Wang family for an unknown number of years, in short, those who are imprisoned here generally have two ends.

First, he was imprisoned for the rest of his life until he died, and second, he was beheaded at noon, and his god was destroyed.

The destruction of the god means that the soul is destroyed together, and the soul is scattered, and there is no chance of reincarnation, and the former, at least living to death, can be reincarnated and reincarnated, so these once arrogant criminals in the prison have chosen to obey.

"Get in!" the two brocade-clad men pushed roughly, and Xie Qiao was pushed straight into a cell.

Bang!

The dark iron door was slammed shut, and a man-thick black iron cable locked the cell door firmly. The two brocade-clad men whispered a few words to the jailer beside them, and then turned and left the disgruntled place.

And the villains in the surrounding cells who were roaring and roaring at Xie Qiao and the jailers suddenly fell silent at this moment. It would have been fine if Xie Qiao had been locked in a different room, but when the jailer locked the door firmly, there was a great fear in their eyes.

It was as if there was something terrible in that room.

His body was still aching, and Xie Qiao couldn't help but try to turn over, trying to change to a position that made him barely comfortable.

He knew that no matter what he was going back to, today. Not to mention the elders of the Wang clan, even those two Wang Yan Dynasty who only had the Dragon Soul Soul Stage, he was not an opponent. When he thought of the memories he had been evoked before, the endless blood and the horrific slaughter, he was in pain.

Slowly opening his eyes, the light in the cell was not bright, there was a pile of thatch in the corner, and in the corner of the side, there was a dark cloud.

And in this darkness, there seems to be something.

I'm going to die anyway, so what's the point of taking a look!

Thinking of this, Xie Qiao struggled to get up, dragging his difficult steps, and walked slowly towards the darkness in the corner.

"Isn't it? This guy is crazy!"

"He actually wants to provoke the Bull Demon King!

"It's best to die like this, so as not to arouse the blood of the Bull Demon King and let us suffer!"

Seeing this, several demon kings in the surrounding cells showed fear, but even more looked forward to seeing Xie Qiao being torn apart by the darkness in the corner.

"Ding Bell!"

In the darkness, there was a faint sound.

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