(The appearance of the male protagonist's father will be one of the major branches of this book)

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In the quiet night, in a house full of modern sense, the lights were bright, and in the living room, an old man with a white beard was sitting in a high position, with a serious face, looking at the young man who was half-kneeling in front of him, and asked in a deep voice: "Tian'er, have you used the power of blood?"

At this time, the half-kneeling young man slowly raised his head, it was Yang Tian, but his face was much more immature than now, looking at his face, he was only twelve or thirteen years old, and his face was a little pale: "Grandpa, I'm sorry, in that case, if I don't use the power of the bloodline, I'm afraid it will be difficult to pass the trial, but the power of our family's bloodline is so strong, why can't we use it?"

The white-haired old man sighed deeply, a trace of memory appeared in his eyes, and then said with a solemn face: "The first time you use the power of the bloodline, you must also feel the negative impact of this power!"

"The bloodline of my Yang family contains an extremely violent factor, we call it the killing qi, after the bloodline is burned, we will gain extremely powerful power in a short period of time, this power is several times that of ourselves, that is to say, the stronger the itself, after the bloodline is burned, the stronger the power, but the negative impact is very large, the light is prostration, dizziness, and the weight of the body is unbearable under the weight of the power, bursting and dying. ”

"Moreover, in the history of our clan, the number of times the power of the bloodline is used can not exceed two times, once it is used for the third time, it will be death, and the heavy will fall into the devil's way, controlled by the murderous aura, and the six relatives will not recognize it, and the people who have become not like people and ghosts are not like ghosts, just like a machine that only knows how to kill, you must know that sometimes it is difficult to want to die, after being controlled by the power of the bloodline, the power will skyrocket, and it will be difficult for ordinary people to subdue at all, at that time, not to mention killing innocent people, even the act of killing wives and children has appeared. ”

"And every time the power of the bloodline is used, the user will be affected by the murderous aura in the body, and the personality will change a lot, in the history of our clan, sixty percent of people use it twice, and their personality has changed greatly, and they have become extremely bloodthirsty, and they can use the power of the bloodline three times, and they can also maintain the stability of their will and emotions, and they are not controlled by the killing qi, just one person!"

"Who?"

Yang Tian was shocked, he himself had personally felt the impact of the burning blood, at that time, he only thought about killing, his mind was full of bloodthirsty desires, his mind was only a little lucid, and now someone could use it three times without harm, which made him a little unbelievable.

The white-haired old man took a deep breath, there was a very proud look on his face at this time, his eyes burst out with two rays of light, his eyes were extremely sharp, staring at Yang Tian, and said heavily: "Your father!"

"Him?"

Yang Tian was a little puzzled, according to the clansmen, his father had disappeared for a hundred years, since the great war a hundred years ago, his father was seriously injured, one day, he suddenly disappeared in the house, and no one has seen him since.

"You used to ask a lot about your father, and I kept it a secret from you, just to tell you that he was a hero, and that you were grown up and it was time to say it. ”

At this time, the white-haired old man's face was flushed, and when he mentioned Yang Tian's father, he was obviously very excited, and then slowly said: "His name is Yang Zhen, my third son, a hundred years ago, the aura of the earth was still very strong, not as thin as now, he has been shrouded in the aura of genius since he was born, he is a martial arts idiot, he has been very obsessed with martial arts since he was a child, he entered Qi training at the age of twelve, surpassed Qi practice at the age of fifteen, and reached the realm of invincible opponents within the same age at the age of eighteen!"

"Since then, the name of Yang Zhen of the Yang family has begun to spread in the ancient martial arts world, hidden families and even Kunlun Mountain, Penglai Island, these famous caves and blessed places, Zhen'er likes to challenge a master who is stronger than him, once he loses, he will retreat for a week, go out and then challenge, until he wins, until he is in his thirties, except for a few unborn old-timers, he seems to have become the first master, but!"

Speaking of this, the white-haired old man trembled slightly, his body shook slightly, and it seemed that the next details had a great impact on his mood.

"Grandpa, are you alright? ”

Yang Tian hurriedly stepped forward and supported the body of the white-haired old man, he was already nearly two hundred years old, although he had reached the cultivation above the cultivation of qi, which could greatly increase his lifespan, but it was only more than a hundred years, unless he broke through again, he would only have a few decades to live.

The white-haired old man waved his hand, signaling that he was fine, and continued the previous topic: "Just over a hundred years ago, a mysterious race invaded the ancient martial arts world of Huaxia, they called themselves the Holy Clan, but in our mouths, we called them the Evil Clan, the Evil Race has a strange body, and the strength is very strange, they cultivate the evil qi, and the evil qi invades the body of our human race, and it can erode our sanity, and even be assimilated by them, called a member of the evil race!"

"They come from another planet, belong to the vanguard army, the evil clan is arrogant and domineering, they strongly demand, in the place where the aura of China is the strongest, Kunlun Mountain, as their base, of course the predecessors on Kunlun Mountain refused, and then the two sides started a big war, the war was extremely tragic, and countless people who cultivated to the extreme fell one after another. ”

"A hundred years ago, my cultivation was not even a small soldier in that battle, the battle lasted for several months, countless predecessors fell, of course, the evil clan also suffered heavy casualties, but the leader of the evil clan at that time, Wu Guda, was invincible, and finally Zhen'er stepped forward, burned the power of the blood three times in a row, fought with Wu Guda for three days and three nights, and finally seriously injured him, and then united with the remaining seniors to seal him and all the evil clans in a small space. ”

At this time, Yang Tian's expression was a little puzzled, and he asked, "Grandpa, why didn't my father kill them completely?"

"Whew!"

The white-haired old man exhaled a breath of turbidity and said: "At that time, Zhen'er, who used three blood veins to burn, has actually reached the point of exhaustion, and at that time, he united the nine remnants of his predecessors, with the help of the Demon Circle, the Demon Suppression Drum, the Three Great Dao Gate Treasures of the Demon Mirror, and the Great Sun Rulai Mantra of the Buddha Gate to completely seal them, not to mention killing, I have to say that the combat power of the evil clan is extremely strong!"

"And if this seal breaks?"

Yang Tian wanted an extremely serious question at this time, and hurriedly asked, a hundred years ago, many Dao Sects, Buddha Sects, and ancient martial arts masters joined forces to seal the evil clan, if the seal is broken, in today's era when the aura is thin and the strong are like a rarity, where should human beings go!

Hearing Yang Tian's inquiry, the white-haired old man's eyes were burning, his eyes were like electricity, and his expression was serious and serious: "Tian'er, a hundred years ago, your father saved Huaxia from dire straits, and my Yang family jumped from a low-end family to the top existence in Huaxia, respected by countless people, it was all because Zhen'er is a hero, and you, as his son, should take on heavy responsibilities, so since you were a child, you spent every day in training, including becoming a killer, you won't blame grandpa, right?"

"Descendants of heroes?"

Yang Tian silently repeated this sentence, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show bitterness, yes, I am a descendant of heroes, what qualifications do I have not to work hard? Why do I have the childhood I want? This title is actually not like an honor for Yang Tian himself, but a shackle.

He, Yang Tian, as Yang Zhen's son, the happy childhood that ordinary children have, he didn't, when other children held their father's and mother's hands, played carefree, frolicked, laughed when they were happy, and cried when they were unhappy, but he didn't, because he had no rights, in the eyes of others, as a descendant of heroes, why don't you work hard? This kind of moral shackles have sealed him for more than ten years, and since he was a child, he had to use one amazing achievement after another to plug the mouths of those self-proclaimed righteous gentlemen, their righteous and awe-inspiring, sanctimonious faces made Yang Tian feel disgusted.

When he was six years old, Yang Tian after each training, liked to curl up in the small cabin in the back mountain, where it was completely his own, every time in the dead of night, except for the chirping of some birds and insects, the silence around him was a little terrible, the moon outside the window was extremely beautiful, and the white moonlight was like a silver Bai Lian from the window into the wooden house.

At this time, Yang Tian's eyes stared directly at the distant full moon, and tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, every time the full moon night, he would think of his parents, what were they doing at this time? Why has there been no news from them for so many years, except for sending an old servant to send it back, Yang Tian does not know a trace of news about them.

It is said that it was a rainy day, and the rain was very heavy, and an old man with a pale face and soaked body suddenly appeared at the door of the Yang family, holding a baby in his arms, and wanted to ask to see the head of the Yang family, saying that he knew about the news about Yang Zhen of the Yang family.

When hearing this news, the entire Yang family was shaken, since the war a hundred years ago, Yang Zhen has disappeared for nearly ninety years, at this time hearing his news, everyone's spirit is extremely excited, if Yang Zhen is still here, it is undoubtedly good news for the Yang family, and even for Huaxia.

Yang Pojun, the head of the Yang family, is vigorous and resolute, with a big personality, although his cultivation is only above the practice of qi, but as Yang Zhen's father, his status is beyond doubt, even if Yang Zhen has disappeared for ninety years, there are still most people in Huaxia who respect him very much, at this time Yang Potian came to the gate in the rain, and after seeing the old man who suddenly appeared, his face was overjoyed.

After seeing Yang Potian, the old man finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had completed an extremely difficult task, and after handing the baby in his arms to Yang Pojun, his eyes looked into the distance: "Master, I, Hu Yanbo, have finally sent my son back to the Yang family safely." ”

Then Hu Yanbo turned his head, looked at Yang Pojun, and after handing the baby in his arms to Yang Pojun, his spirit was even worse, and he fell to the ground and died after only saying a few words.

"The son's name is Yang Tian. ”