Middle-earth, above the deep forest. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Om Amitaba Washer, Om Amitaba Washer, Om Amitabwa Wasd, Om Amitaba Washer!"

"Amish, Estrid......"

The sound of chanting spells resounded in the sky, and an ancient sense of pathos came from an inexplicable space. As the incantation moved at the corner of his mouth, the waves of air that rippled out erupted with a clear force.

The whole heaven and earth, like a Buddha hall, let his spell echo endlessly in this barren land......

Soon, a white light swept through the sky not far away, rushing towards it at an extremely fast speed.

Whew!

The sound of breaking the air continued to resound, and the powerful momentum enveloped the monk like a cloud.

The monk, whose feet were on the leaves, floating lightly in the air, felt this terrifying momentum, his face changed slightly, he raised his eyes, looked at the white light coming from the front, he stopped chanting the mantra again, the corners of his mouth tugged, and a smile escaped.

The white light came out, and a figure appeared in front of the monk, he slowly fell, the bridge of his nose was high, and there was a heroic aura between his eyebrows, this person was none other than Ji Ze of the Wu clan.

"Forgive me for forcing you out in this way!" the monk stared at Thistle's familiar face.

Ji Ze snorted lightly, stepped on his feet out of thin air, and took a few steps forward, as if he wanted to see the monk up close, and said slowly: "After so many years, I thought that we would never see each other again!"

"You say, should I call you Wuye, or should I call you Zhichen?" Ji Ze raised his eyebrows.

Wuye said without thinking: "I came to see you today as Wuye!"

Ji Ze snorted, as if he felt that Wuye's words were a little ridiculous, and said with a smile: "If you still want to use Wuye's name, then how did you leave everything behind? Do you think that if you take the name Zhichen, you can really forget Hongchen? Can you forget? Do you dare to forget?"

Ji Ze's tone became more and more aggressive, but what he said made Wu Ye dumbfounded for a while, and he who had remained quiet for many years, finally had waves in his heart.

How he wished that he could forget that fate, but as Thistle said, he couldn't forget it.

Even in the Phantom Sound Temple, even in the face of all the spirits, he would still think of the past, and remember the past life that he thought he could forget.

Wu Ye avoided this question, restrained his expression, and said lightly: "I didn't come to you today for this. Although I stand in front of you as Wuye, I have abandoned everything about Wuye, and now I just want to ask you something......"

"Say, what's the matter?" Ji Ze's body moved, facing Wu Ye sideways.

"Nineteen years ago, you promised Mo Li that you would take Huan'er away from this troubled world, find an isolated place, raise Huan'er to grow up, and let him be an ordinary person forever. However, why did you deviate from Mo Li's promise seven years ago, conspire with the Wu clan again, and push Huan'er to a point of no return?"

When he spoke, Wuye's face was solemn, and his voice was a little excited.

Ji Ze looked at Wu Ye again, there was no weakness in his eyes, and he said calmly: "That's right, in the bitter cold abyss nineteen years ago, I did promise my junior sister to raise Huan'er and never be contaminated in this troubled world." But have you ever thought that this is simply impossible! Because even the junior sister doesn't know that Huan'er's body contains the secret that shakes the entire continent!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Wuye's eyes, and he exclaimed, "Huan'er has a big secret on his body, what is a big secret?"

Ji Ze glanced at Wuye with great disgust, and said coldly: "Hehehe, you are really interesting to be a father! You left their mother and son back then and went to Phantom Sound Temple to become a monk...... That's right, you were indeed under tremendous pressure at that time, and it was also out of the reputation of your junior sister and the consideration of your Xuanqing Sect, but have you ever imagined the picture of them crying sadly in the bitter cold abyss!"

"Not to mention the ruthlessness you did back then, but what about Huan'er, he is your biological son after all, do you just eat fasting and chanting Buddha in the Phantom Temple every day, and don't care about his affairs at all?"

Wuye's eyes were a little downcast, he didn't refute, and continued to listen to Ji Ze.

"Okay, let me, my adoptive father, tell you everything about Huan'er!"

Ji Ze looked at the east, his eyes flashed with light, and at the same time, he also had a sense of pride, although Ling Zihuan was not his biological son, but after all, they had lived together for twelve years, and in terms of relationship, they were better than father and son.

"Because the junior sister is the holy daughter of the Spirit Clan, Huan'er was born with the blood of the Spirit Clan, and has the talent to cultivate the strength of the Spirit Clan, which you know very well. But Huan'er has another identity, that is, the reincarnation of Xuanwu, the son of the gods in the flood era, as the reincarnation of Xuanwu, he has a sleeping divine bloodline. Only by awakening this bloodline of the Protoss, he will have the powerful power of the Protoss. In addition, since the origin of the Spirit Race is inextricably linked to the God Race, the relic, Chiyu, the relic, of his senior sister, has become the key to opening the blood domain limit!"

"Speaking of Xuanwu, we have to talk about his brother, the White Tiger. After the Great War of the Four Great Desolate Clans in the Flood Era, the White Tiger turned into a fierce demon star above the Nine Heavens, but he didn't want him to be too obsessed and resentful, and in the Kaiyuan Era three years later, he actually returned to the mainland, which is the Black Qilin we know!"

"Before Huan'er was born, the Black Qilin learned from the Immortal Turtle Clan that Xuanwu would be reincarnated soon after. Nineteen years ago, in order to strangle Huan'er, who was still in infancy, he did not hesitate to incite Wanyoutang to launch an unprecedentedly tragic demon war. ”

In other words, the big war nineteen years ago was actually launched by the Black Qilin against Huan'er, and manipulating Qiqi to destroy the world was just the fuse of the war. But the purpose of the war is Ling Zihuan!"

"Hey, it's a pity that my junior sister didn't know until she died, that war back then was actually a war to protect Ling Zihuan......"

"Senior sister used all her strength to finally protect Huan'er. Moreover, the black unicorn was sealed in the Demon Tower by the elders of the Xuanqing Sect, and won Huan'er nineteen years. And nineteen years later, Ling Zihuan already has a body of cultivation. ”

"The grievances between Xuanwu and the White Tiger in the Flood Era have been entangled until now, and have evolved into the grievances between Ling Zihuan and the Black Qilin. The hatred between them has brought a lot of disasters to the entire continent! However, he still relied on his own strength to defeat the black unicorn and put an end to all hatred! He did it, he really did it. ”

"If the junior sister has the spirit of being in the sky, she must be happy to see her son do such a thing!"

After listening to Ji Ze's words, Wuye's brain only felt blank, but he had participated in Zen meditation for many years, and his mental power was very strong, and after taking a few deep breaths, he stabilized his mind.

He knew that Ling Zihuan was now a popular figure, but he didn't know that there was still such a past involved in his son's body.

It turned out that his birth thought that it meant the advent of a world catastrophe, and his fate would clear the ancient haze!