The highest pavilion is actually equivalent to a complete reconstruction, and even the shell has been rebuilt, so the current hunting division is unfamiliar to Zheng Xian, except for a fairly familiar shell, the others are all unfamiliar and unfamiliar.

Zheng Xian walked in this hunting division, and it was clearly seen that the painstaking efforts of the builders of this supreme pavilion, in the past, the supreme pavilion was only used to prevent nuclear weapons, and now, the meaning of the supreme pavilion is not to prevent the attack of nuclear weapons, but to fight against the immortal cultivators, to prevent the immortal cultivators from sneaking attack, walking in the narrow corridor, Zheng Xian can feel that he is oppressed by a force, completely suppressing the vitality in his body, and even making him feel that he can't send the vitality out of the body。

That is, the monks of the Gangqi realm can perform normally here, but they can't last long.

Zheng Xian's footsteps landed on the ground, and there were echoes from the empty walls, sounding as if there was an army walking in this narrow corridor.

Zheng Xian reached out and touched the wall, and a series of withered auroras immediately drilled out from the wall, like sharp spikes, almost piercing Zheng Xian's palm.

Zheng Xian nodded slightly, from his point of view, at least this corridor could already score full marks.

However, Zheng Xian was not afraid, he could use too much power, and he did not necessarily have to use the power of vitality.

Passing through the original corridor of more than 30 meters, in front of Zheng Xian was a small door that was still narrow and only allowed two people to pass side by side.

The small door was open, and only fluorescent lights flickered inside.

Now they all use LED lights, the kind of light that is not too stable makes Zheng Xian a little more familiar and cordial, I remember that when I was in the office of the god hunter, it was this kind of long lamp tube hanging in the room, and the light was like this, shaking slightly, under this light, Tong Yi chattered endlessly making bitter tea......

Zheng Xian stepped out of the corridor and entered this huge prototype space, the room was very empty, almost nothing.

Zheng Xian frowned slightly, and saw a face full of acne standing in the center of the room.

pinching her neck in her hands full of acne and holding up a middle-aged woman high, and dragging a middle-aged man by the hair with the other hand, Zheng Xian was puzzled, the woman was not Lilac's mother at all, and the man was definitely not a ball, I don't know what nerves are on the face of acne.

But Zheng Xian's gaze froze and froze, and then, Zheng Xian's face became gloomy, Zheng Xian had never had such a gloomy aura, so that layers of ice floes began to condense under Zheng Xian's feet.

In the swamp pond magic mirror behind Zheng Xian's head, the face that only showed its true face to Zheng Xian also began to have a distorted expression, for the swamp pond magic mirror, Zheng Xian's enemy is his enemy, Zheng Xian's hatred is also hated, and now, Zheng Xian is angry, he is 10,000 times angrier than Zheng Xian!

"Zheng Xian, you came so soon, how do you think I should welcome you?With your father's eyes, or with your mother's skin?"

Zheng Xian's gaze collided with Hang Qing's gaze at this time, this was the reunion after more than ten years, Zheng Xian had fantasized about the reunion of himself and his mother countless times in his heart, but he never thought that he would be reunited in such a situation.

It hardly needed any reason, Zheng Xian knew at a glance that this was his mother, and what flowed in his blood clearly conveyed this incomprehensible message.

Zheng Xian's hair stood on end one by one, and the ice under Zheng Xian's feet expanded rapidly, and he began to climb towards the surrounding walls, and the temperature in the entire large circular space dropped rapidly.

Zheng Xian used to be angry, but those angers were not as good as one ten-thousandth of what they are now.

"Hahaha, yes, yes, yes, that's it, that's what I want to see, that's what I want to see the most, I've been looking forward to seeing this expression on your face for I don't know how long, hahahaha, Zheng Xian, now you are a piece of meat in the palm of my hand, I can cut it as much as I want!"

With a force on his face-covered pimples, the entire circular space sank with a swish.

Keep going down, keep going down, ten meters, twenty meters, fifty meters, one hundred meters, two hundred meters, three hundred meters!

The entire circular space actually sank three hundred meters into the complete underground world.

"Do you know why I brought you to this hunting division? This is my territory, here, your bronze divine wood is completely useless, I don't believe you can try to use it, what? You don't want to try? It's okay, I'll help you, I'll burn your mother's face now, and then dig out your father's awkward eyes, by that time, you must know that you regret provoking me!"

Zheng Xian's originally slender eyes narrowed, and it seemed that there was only a thin line left, and then his face was full of acne like a lightning strike, and he directly crashed into the wall.

Zheng Xian appeared in the place where the face was full of acne, and at this time, a muffled thunderous sound exploded in front of Zheng Xian, and there was another explosion from the place where the face pox crashed into the wall, and the stones exploded like rain. The sound always seems to be half a beat slower than the time, as if you were watching a movie with the wrong soundtrack.

Zheng Xian completely ignored the pox on his face, and looked at the woman and man on the ground with a pair of eyes.

These two are his parents, the parents who abandoned him since he was a child.

Zheng Xian was afraid to see them, because Zheng Xian didn't know how he should treat them, even at this moment, Zheng Xian still couldn't find his place, saying that he hated the two of them, of course, Zheng Xian hated them very much.

But there were other things mixed in with this hatred, something that Zheng Xian couldn't vent his anger on them.

When he was a child, Zheng Xian hoped countless times to find his parents and take revenge on them with his own qiē, but after knowing the choice of his parents, Zheng Xian's feelings for them became complicated and swayed from side to side, which is difficult to describe in one sentence or two.

Zheng Yifan struggled to help Hang Qing, who was almost suffocated, up, which was quite difficult for Zheng Yifan, who was missing a hand and was seriously injured in the chest.

Zheng Xian watched quietly like this, not that Zheng Xian was cold-blooded, but that Zheng Xian at this time didn't know what he should do at all, in front of these two people, Zheng Xian felt helpless for the first time, he felt that he had become the child who was less than ten years old in an instant, standing here, surrounded by a violent aura, and he was thrown up and overturned like a small boat in this violent aura.

Zheng Yifan gave Hang Qing a smooth breath, Hang Qing's bloodshot eyes gradually recovered, she looked at Zheng Xian fixedly, opened her mouth, couldn't speak, tears poured out, she didn't have the face to say anything to Zheng Xian, and she didn't even have the courage to beg Zheng Xian for forgiveness.

And Zheng Yifan, the man who straightened his spine and fought openly and secretly with the Advent, never bowed his head, and didn't even dare to face Zheng Xian, guilt had taken root in his heart for too long, and it spread at this time, boundless......