"Who is Mo Xiaoshuang?"

The messenger leader's voice was so cold that it made people shiver.

"My lord! Mo Xiaoshuang knocks on your lord!"

Mo Xiaoshuang took three steps forward and bowed slightly, and Meng Yi immediately ran over next to his mother. He lunged with his feet one in front of the other, raised his little face, his small mouth pursed tightly, and his eyes were shining, looking at the messenger head alertly.

Mo Xiaoshuang hugged Meng Yi to his side, and was about to speak again, but saw the messenger leader put one hand over his shoulder, took out a vermilion scroll about three feet long from his back, and unfolded:

"Oracle!"

The crowd bent their knees in unison, all knelt down, and threw their bodies to the ground.

"The first warrior of the original Holy City, Meng Khotan, on the way to Kunlun Peak, turned back from the battle, causing the otherworldly giant beasts to attack the city in the Holy Territory and kill wantonly, so that the people of my Holy Realm, the dead are smeared with liver and brain, the living run and wail, walk along the streets and alleys, blood stained the spot, people's hearts are turbulent, and the power of heaven is lost......!

Mo Xiaoshuang fainted suddenly, her body weakened, and she fainted in the snow.

Meng Yi pounced on his mother and shouted, "Mother~!"

Xiao Yu and Qin'er also pounced, crying: "Erniang~!" "Erniang~!"

Leaning slightly, Meng Yi stood up and wiped his tears.

After the red-shirted messenger finished reading the holy message, he condescendedly and threw the scroll at Mo Xiaoshuang in the air.

The little Meng Yi, with his right foot, flashed a circle of cherry purple light in his eyes for a moment, and the small palm of his left hand was encircled and adducted, and he slammed it upward, drawing a half-arc in the air, and the three-foot scroll that was rapidly descending was unexpectedly static, suspended in the air, and then slowly fell into the hands of the young Meng Yi.

The cherry purple light in the young man's eyes flashed, and the one-horned five-tailed wind force under the messenger's seat immediately took a step back in shock, his front legs were weak, and his hands were slightly bent.

The red-shirted messenger was impressive, with his right hand over his shoulder, and subconsciously stretched out the long sword on his back.

The young Meng Yi's technique of fixing things in the air is an ability that can only be possessed when the soul power reaches the Taiqing spirit level.

Qin'er also stood up, gently patted the snowflakes on Meng Yi's brother's shoulder, and looked at the messenger coldly.

Young Meng Yi: "My lord, what about my father?"

Meng Yi's voice was extremely firm, and he handed the scroll to Qin'er, who took it and hugged it to his chest.

The messenger leader didn't speak, and glanced at the Longmen stone pillar archway carved at the entrance of the village with cold eyes.

The young Meng Yi was stunned for a moment, seemed to understand something in an instant, and shouted: "Dad!~"

The crowd hasn't reacted yet

Two small black shadows flashed

Meng Yi and Qin'er had already flown in front of the two-horse silver caravan at the entrance of the village.

On the carriage, there was a huge bronze coffin lying quietly and gloomy, looking more and more desolate in the cold wind of the ice and snow whimpering around.

Xiao Yu and her mother helped Mo Xiaoshuang, who had just woken up, and also stumbled over, followed by hundreds of clansmen.

"Yi'er!~" Mo Xiaoshuang burst into tears.

Meng Yi didn't answer, he just looked at the coffin fixedly, kept shaking his head, his voice was immature, and said to himself: "Impossible! No! I don't believe it! No! My father is the god of war of Yunwu! My father will not die!"

Meng Yi jumped into the carriage, raised his fingers in the air, held it around his chest, concentrated on the palace, and squatted.

In an instant, a faint red golden light flashed from the place where Meng Yi's little hand was held, and his palms came out together, gently pushing it over, and slowly opened the heavy bronze coffin lid.

In the coffin, lying awe-inspiring was a cold and shining, cold and heavy Cloud Wing Dragon Broken Knife.

Meng Yi picked it up.

The man in black who was driving the car saw it, his body trembled, and he couldn't help but gasp.

You must know that this Cloud Wing Dragon Knife is an immortal-level weapon configured by Meng Khotan, and it was carried into the coffin by the man in black and another guard with a lot of effort, and only people with strong soul power cultivation and offensive and defensive skills can use it easily. And this 9-year-old boy was so heavy that he gently and skillfully raised the knife, his face was not red, and he was not panting, which was really impressive.

The man in black stared at the young man in front of him in surprise.

Meng Yi held the huge Cloud Wing Dragon Broken Knife in his right hand, and when he saw that there was no body of his father in the coffin, he was overjoyed, and immediately reached out to remove another thing that was covered with a golden cloth curtain on the inside of the coffin.

Meng Yi knew that it must be another wood-level weapon that his father had with him, the Cloud Shadow Sword.

However, the moment the golden curtain was lifted, Meng Yi was stunned.

It was a left arm that was cut off from the shoulder level with a sharp weapon, and the wound was neat at the shoulder level, and the cut surface of the white bone was also neatly one, which shows how sharp the weapon that cut off this arm was at that time.

Meng Yi's tears rolled down, his eyes moved down instantly, and he saw the "Ice Spirit Flowing Cloud Evil Ring!" on the finger of the broken arm.

The young man's small body shook, his eyes suddenly darkened, tears were like springs, and crystal tears fell into the coffin.

The black-clothed man driving the car said in a deep voice, "The eight warriors who covered up the past from the inner city only brought back these two relics, they said that the general himself cut off the left hand holding the scroll, and threw the Cloud Wing Dragon Traveling Knife to the teammates who came later, but the people were captured and eaten by the otherworldly giant beast!

The man in black said in a deep voice, looking a little sad.

"Boom!"

The Cloud Wing Dragon Knife fell into the coffin......

The boy's sky fell.

"No! My dad won't die!"

"My dad won't die!!"

"No, it won't!"

"My dad will be back! I'm going to wait for him at the entrance of the village!" ......

Meng Yi got out of the carriage in a daze, looked up to the sky and shouted loudly, and the valley echoed with the young man's immature and heartbroken voice.

The young man's steps are erratic, a pair of small hands are waving in the cold air, the snowflakes are silent, sad and silent, gently falling on the young man's tearful face, the cold wind of hunting and hunting whines, like low crying, and like crying, which makes people feel infinitely sad.

The young man was stunned and threw himself into the Qinshan Ancient Road in the snowstorm outside the village...

"Yi'er!" "Yi'er!"

"Brother Meng Yi!" "Brother Meng Yi!"

Mo Xiaoshuang, Yan Yuntian, Xiao Yu, Qin'er...... A group of people shouted and rushed to the young man Mengyi.

Mo Xiaoshuang burst into tears, staggered, threw herself forward, and fell to the ground.

Yan Yuntian noticed that the black-clothed man who was driving the carriage had flown to Mo Xiaoshuang's side in the blink of an eye, and in the blink of an eye, he had already flown to Mo Xiaoshuang's side, helped Mo Xiaoshuang up, and said something in her ear......

Due to this incident, the family status of the Meng family plummeted, and due to the sudden cancellation of the third-level reward for each clan in Tianmen Town, people's quality of life dropped a lot, and everyone blamed the Meng Yi family on the head of the family, and regarded the two of them as a disaster from the sky.

This is in strong contrast with the situation when the Mongol family was alive, and the clansmen lifted the Mongol family to heaven!

At the end of the second year, the clansmen removed Meng Jinyuan from the post of patriarch and publicly elected Yan Yuntian as the new patriarch of the Qinshan clan. Half a year later, the clan found another reason to let Mo Xiaoshuang and Meng Yi move out of the luxurious mansion of the Qinshan ancestral hall.

Meng Yi and his mother have lived in Longzang Village in the east of the Troubled Stone Valley in Tianmen Town.

It was also because of this change that Meng Yi's temperament changed greatly, and he became reticent and unwilling to interact with others, except for sometimes helping his mother do some farm work, and every day he carried the wooden dragon knife that his father personally made and gave him when he was six years old, and wandered around in the bamboo forest of the mountain stream in Longzang Village.

What's even worse is that in the soul power test at the end of the year, Meng Yi's soul power cultivation actually fell back to amber light yellow in an instant, and the jade Qinghui rank was low.