Hearing the middle-aged man's name for Meng Xingrong, many people's brows immediately wrinkled, this Silent Annihilation Realm powerhouse seemed to know Meng Xingrong, and even this title may be Meng Xingrong's elder, and only a few people knew the middle-aged man, which was not strange.

"The junior's name is Meng Xingrong, and the juniors still have military affairs, since the seniors refuse to give way, the juniors will take a detour and retire first. Meng Xingrong bowed his hand to the middle-aged man, ready to lead the army in another direction.

"It's rare for you to come back once, don't you want to see me, don't you want to worship her?!" The middle-aged man hurriedly shouted when he saw that Meng Xingrong was leaving.

Meng Xingrong's rotating body suddenly stiffened, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, and after taking a deep breath, he said coldly: "You are not qualified to mention her, don't let me wear out the last trace of feelings for you in my heart." ”

"Alas, I was sorry for you for my father back then! But after so many years, you have not come back again, and your mother worries about you day and night, and even seriously ill several times, don't you care at all?!" said the middle-aged man with some emotions.

Hearing this, everyone behind him was immediately shocked, and even Ye Zhengfeng's eyebrows were raised.

From these short words, it can be heard that Meng Xingrong was not only the god of war of Meng back then, but also the prince of Meng State, and this middle-aged man is definitely the current emperor of Meng State, a famous master in the Hundred Nations League, Meng Jian Soul.

"Care? Because of your concern, I left my hometown since I was a child and went to the Demon Suppression Sect to learn art; just because of your concern, once I came back, my own brothers dealt with me once, and even forced me to kill them with my own hands; because of your concern, in the end, even the love of my life died in the past two years; this is how you care about me!!Then why should I care about you?!" Meng Xingrong suddenly turned around and shouted angrily at Meng Jian's soul.

The corners of Meng Jian's soul twitched fiercely, even if Meng Xingrong was born in his Meng royal family, and his status was even more the crown prince of Meng State, but there were indeed not many happy days in this life, all because of the identity he gave Meng Xingrong.

The only happy day in Meng Xingrong's life was the more than a year spent with his lover. But in the end, because of the marriage contract he gave him since he was a child, he died.

The only thing he is proud of in this life is to give birth to such a son, but all the wrong things he regrets most in his life are what he did to this son, and this contradictory feeling has been wrapped around him for hundreds of years, and every time he thinks about it, it is a heart-wrenching pain.

Meng Xingrong snorted coldly and shouted at the people behind him, "Keep going!!"

Meng Xingrong walked in front of everyone, and after dodging Meng Jiansoul's figure, he led the army of the Demon Suppression Sect to continue to move forward, rushing towards the direction of the battlefield in the Western Regions.

"Your mother is still seriously ill, if you have time, you should come back and take a look, otherwise I'm really afraid that she won't be able to survive even a few years. Meng Jiansoul looked at Meng Xingrong's back as he left with some bitterness, and shouted.

Meng Xingrong's figure paused, and soon left with the army of the Demon Suppression Sect, leaving Meng Jian's soul still standing in the air a little lost and depressed.

......

This matter can only be regarded as a small episode along the way, and after another four or five days, Meng Xingrong has already led everyone to the edge of the Western Regions battlefield in the mountainous area.

The battlefield is on the other side of the mountain, and from this side of the mountain, you can feel the tragic battle situation on the other side, because here you can smell the smell of blood coming from the other side of the mountain, and you can also hear the explosions from the other side of the mountain from time to time, and you can guess the tragedy of the battlefield from these alone.

The army of the Demon Suppression Sect that had been driving for more than half a month in a row, except for those Dao Holy Period powerhouses, everyone had a little tiredness on their faces, during this journey, except for Ye Zhengfeng who caused something to do and stopped for a few minutes when he stopped for a quarter of an hour and Meng Jiansoul blocked the way, they did not rest at all, and only then did they cross two regions in a short period of time, a journey of more than 10,000 miles.

When he arrived here, Meng Xingrong was merciful and let everyone rest for a night, and set off early tomorrow morning to arrive at the battlefield in the Western Regions.

When he was resting at night, Ye Zhengfeng had the opportunity to walk to Meng Xingrong's position, took out a pot of wine from the storage ring and handed it to him, and said with a chuckle: "Senior brother, since you are resting, there will be no problem with a few sips of wine, right?"

"You kid, don't drink when you get to the battlefield!" Meng Xingrong glared at Ye Zhengfeng, but his hand speed was not slow, and he snatched the wine jug in his hand at once, and said in his mouth: "Take out all the wine now and confiscate it!!"

Ye Zhengfeng pursed his lips, took out another pot from the storage ring, and took a sip before replying: "Senior brother, don't pretend, you must want to be greedy for my wine, I'm not so stupid." ”

"Haha! I'm much smarter now, I would have beaten you hard before I knew it, so that you could open your mind earlier. Meng Xingrong laughed happily.

But Ye Zhengfeng could hear that there was still endless sadness and resentment in the laughter, and sighed secretly, it seems that the previous things are still entangled in Senior Brother Meng's heart and have not dissipated, and it will not be good to suppress it like this.

Even if ordinary people have been suppressing their emotions, they will get sick for no reason. This kind of heart disease is even more serious for cultivators, and the state of mind of cultivators is very important for cultivation, so ordinary things will not touch the appearance of a trace of waves, but this also leads to the fact that when they break out, they usually go out of control, and almost all of them will go crazy, and in the end, they will either be injured and crazy, or their foundation will be damaged, and their strength will decline or be directly abolished.

Ye Zhengfeng himself had been in this kind of depression for a long time before, but the pressure in his heart was gradually eliminated by the old sect master and Zheng Qingyang, so he was fine. Now Ye Zhengfeng was also afraid that such a situation would happen to Meng Xingrong, so he specially came over to drink with him.

After the two of them took a few more sips, Ye Zhengfeng spoke: "Senior brother, junior brother, listening to your tone before, it seems that the hatred contained in it is no less than that of me towards Tianwu Palace, right? Can you tell junior brother, junior brother is also a little curious, but senior brother, don't get me wrong, I'm here to reveal your scars." ”

"You, you, are you afraid that I will be sick from my heart, and you still use such a bad excuse? Even if you expose my scars, I don't blame you. Meng Xingrong smiled and glanced at Ye Zhengfeng.

"Senior brother, I..."

"Okay, I'm really afraid that I'm going to get sick at this time, and it's okay to tell you, anyway, you're also my little junior brother, and you're not an outsider. Meng Xingrong sighed and glanced up at the sky.

With a bitter laugh, his mind began to gradually return to the past that he had never wanted to think about.