The male is as middle-aged, slightly old, but his appearance is extremely handsome, obviously when he was young, he must have been a member of Yushu Lingfeng, this person was wearing a white dress, and he looked quite windy.

The woman next to him is not stunning, but she has a kind of luxury, she is also dressed in white, but at this time, the woman's eyebrows are tightly locked, and she obviously has something on her mind.

The middle-aged man looked up at the Demon Palace, and a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Chang, it's been so long, can't you still let go?" the woman sighed lightly and said in a low voice.

"Relieved, the revenge of killing a brother and sister-in-law and killing the whole clan, if you can easily let go, Chang is not worthy of being a person!" The middle-aged man chuckled lightly and said flatly.

The woman was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "I'm just coming back to visit my sister, and we'll leave in three days.

"Don't worry, I won't make a move until I'm not strong enough to kill the old thief. The middle-aged man's tone was flat, and after he finished speaking, he stepped forward.

The woman sighed secretly, hurriedly followed, and walked towards the gate of the Demon Hall with Brother Chang.

At this moment, in an unnamed valley within the boundaries of this place, a series of bright circles of light suddenly flashed, and soon, the circles of light gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared completely.

A young man walked out of the valley, there was a purple star printed in the center of this person's eyebrows, he looked at the earth in front of him in a daze, knelt down slowly to the east, kowtowed a few times, raised his head, and his eyes flashed with this earth-shattering killing machine that he had never seen in his life.

muttered to himself: "Father, mother, I am not convinced, this time, I want to let this place, blood flow Weihe!

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and there were bursts of thunder, and in the midst of an uproar, raindrops the size of beans fell from the sky and fell to the ground, setting off a layer of rain and mist......

The Demon Palace, shrouded in rain and fog, bursts of lightning and thunderbolts fell from the sky, setting off pieces of rumbling thunder, and the branches and leaves of the dense forest under the mountain made a snapping sound in the blowing of raindrops.

On this rainy night, a young man with blood-drenched eyes walked slowly through the dense forest, his feet rustling on the water-soaked leaves on the ground.

From afar, this person looked at the main hall of the Demon Hall on the top of the mountain, his eyes were calm, and after a long time, he turned around and left, this time the target was a small mountain village hundreds of miles away from here.

He who cultivated in the Tianwu Realm, it was already commonplace for him to walk in the air.

In the middle of the night, in addition to the sound of thunder and lightning, there is only the sound of the rushing rain hitting the earth, of course, there will be some local dogs raised by the village from time to time, and a few whimpering, as if they want to resist this heavenly might. It's just that in exchange, it is a more majestic thunder.

The whole mountain village was dark, and the young man walked slowly on the mountain village path, looking at the familiar scenes mixed with strange cottages around him, his eyes gradually no longer cold, but revealed a deep melancholy, which can be fused with cold ice, because it contains indelible family affection.

Over the years, with a flick of a finger, it may not be a long time for a warrior, but for mortals, it is a sea of vicissitudes, and many cottages in this mountain village have often been renovated by several generations, and there have been many changes.

This young man in black is often unconvinced.

He looked at the cottages around him, and his eyes stayed on one place, where he often remembered that there was once an old locust tree, and when he was a child, he used to read under this tree and play with his friends.

In the blink of an eye, it all vanished.

Chang was dissatisfied with a sigh of lightness, slowly walked forward, not long after, he stopped in a daze, looked at a familiar house in front of him, his body trembled involuntarily, from the entrance of the village to here, almost all the cottages have changed, but, only here, it is the same as when he left.

Chang was dissatisfied and bit his lower lip, pushed open the courtyard door, only to hear a creak, the wooden door slowly opened inward, and after he entered, it slowly closed again.

In the courtyard, under a raised rain cloth, there is a wooden table, and around it, there are some small wooden benches, often dissatisfied and silently looking at everything in front of them, tears, flowing from their eyes.

After a long time, Chang was dissatisfied and came to the house, pushed open the door, and walked in, and all the scenes were the same as he remembered, as if nothing had changed.

This is the second time he has returned to his hometown, and this time his revenge is more auspicious, and he always wants to see what his hometown looks like again.

At this moment, Chang was unconvinced as if he had a feeling, the scene from a few years ago, like a dream, was just a dream, and now, he woke up from the dream, and his father and mother did not die, but in their room, in this rainy night, fell asleep.

It's just that, with his current divine sense, he doesn't even need to open it to clearly know that there is no one in this ancestral house.

In the main hall of the ancestral house, Chang Bufu saw two spirit tablets, these two tablets were on one and the other, and the first tablet was engraved: "Chang Haoran's Spirit"

The next tablet is engraved: "The spirit of the eldest son who is often dissatisfied"

Underneath these two tablets is an incense burner, flanked by some unlit incense sticks.

Chang dissatisfied, his eyes showed a sad color, picked up three incense sticks, lit them and put them in the incense burner, slowly knelt on the ground, kowtowed a few heads, and muttered to himself: "Unfilial sons often disagree, today it is said to worship with incense, and the next time I come, I will build a head tower of the Demon Hall for my father and mother with the head of the whole clan of the Demon Palace." ”

A killing aura immediately emanated from Chang Buwei's body, and at this moment, the cold in the main hall suddenly increased greatly, more than several times heavier than the cold of the rainy night outside.

After getting up, he was silent for a while, and was about to turn away, when suddenly his expression moved, his body shook, and disappeared in place.

After a while, I saw a carriage galloping from the mountain village path from afar, and in front of the carriage sat an old man in a robe, this person's temples were high and bulging, his eyes were flashing, and he was obviously a martial arts expert in the mortal world.

He shook the whip in his hand, but when he heard a "snap", he whipped it on the horse, and the horse suddenly neighed and went faster.

The ground was uneven, which made the carriage jolt constantly, but the old man seemed to be glued to the carriage, and he did not move at all, but sometimes whispered in his mouth: "Drive!"

Soon, the carriage approached, and in the old man's soft shout, the reins were suddenly grabbed by him, and the horse neighed, raised his front hooves, swung diagonally, and finally stopped in front of the door of the ancestral house of the Wang family.

The old man jumped up, got out of the carriage cleanly, respectfully opened the door of the carriage, and immediately jumped out of the carriage A little girl, she was wearing an emerald green shirt, with sideburns on her head, and she looked quite pretty.

(End of chapter)