The man in the blood-colored robe looked at Wang Xianxian, raised his right hand and wanted to touch Wang Xianxian's head, but he lifted it into the air and slowly took it down, because he remembered that his right hand was stained with blood.

"Your mother is fine!"

He spoke slowly, different from the words just now with a faint excitement.

Wang Xianxian heard that his mother was fine, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a whirlwind of the world, as if all the strength in his body had been drained, and he fainted after a stumble, in this short period of time, he experienced great joy and sorrow, it is not easy for him to survive until now, if it is an ordinary person who is replaced by it, he has already collapsed and his mind is not necessarily.

Looking at the fallen Wang Xianxian in a blood-colored robe, he was stunned, and hurriedly waved his left hand to bring up a ball of red spiritual power to wrap Wang Xianxian and float in front of him, if Wang Xianxian hadn't fainted and saw the expression on this person's face now, it would have been very strange, because the emotion that appeared on this person's face now turned out to be gentle.

The spirit of the right hand was knotted, and a larger ball of red spiritual power enveloped the fruit, and the two of them turned into a red ray and passed away in the direction of Tianduan Mountain.

"Porphyry-"

President Zhao sat on the ground and gasped for breath, his face full of fear and helplessness, what is going on today, I am unlucky.??

Then, as if thinking of something, one of them turned over and jumped up from the ground, and ran like the wind towards the place where the spirit master guild was.

Just as President Zhao had walked for about a quarter of an hour, a purple-gold figure appeared, but it was the Demon Lord Lin Batian, who had disappeared with Lin Suxin.

A spiritual sense scanned Tianduan Town over and over again with him as the center, but his brows became tighter and tighter, I don't know how many times he scanned, and finally his figure dissipated faintly, only a sentence that seemed to be talking to himself and as if it was a whisper echoed in a place that had been flattened by him.

"Why not? Xin'er clearly said that my grandson is in this town...... ＂

......

The next day, the golden sun of the Ten Thousand Souls Continent slowly emerged from the eastern sky, dyeing the entire eastern sky dome a layer of red.

Everything wakes up, and the hustle and bustle of the day gradually replaces the silence of the night.

Tianduan Mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist, as if it was using the ribbon woven by the clouds and mist to cover up the broken part of itself shyly, not wanting to show it all to the world.

"Woo~"

Wang Xianxian let out a whimper, slowly opened his eyes, supported his body with one hand, and rubbed his loose eyelids with the other.

"Is that what it is?"

Wang Xianxian was puzzled, he vaguely remembered that he fainted on the ruins of his house.

Looking around, it was a simple wooden hut, the wood on it was still wet, and there was nothing but the futon and blanket on which he was lying and the blanket he was covering, and it was obvious that the wooden house had just been covered.

"Come out when the little one wakes up!"

A deep, powerful voice came from outside the cabin.

Wang Xianxian was stunned, I don't know why, who is this person?

got up, folded the futon and blanket, and then walked out.

A figure outside the wooden house felt Wang Xianxian's movements and nodded with satisfaction.

Out of the wooden house, Wang Xianxian came outside, only to see that outside the wooden house is a vacant land about more than white square meters, the ground is brown as if it is a whole, Wang Xianxian estimates that this should be a whole rock, the surrounding ancient trees are towering as if stepping into the primeval forest.

A figure stood in front of him, this should be the owner of the voice, and if you look closely, isn't it the person wearing a blood-colored robe at that time?

The difference is that the blood-colored robe has been changed, and now he is wearing a white purple and gold striped spirit master robe, the blood on his face and head has also been cleaned up, and his black hair is simply tied behind his head, with his knife-like face and resolute expression, Wang Xianxian gave birth to an inexplicable feeling, this feeling is like the feeling of relatives every time he sees his mother.

Behind him there was a vast expanse of clouds.

The corner of the clothes brought up by the breeze, Wang Xianxian looked at the face carefully, there was always a feeling of déjà vu, but he couldn't remember it for a while, Wang Xianxian couldn't help scratching his head in annoyance.

Unconsciously, Wang Xianxian had already come to the man.

"Hello!"

"Aren't you afraid that I'm going to hurt you?" a deep and powerful voice sounded.

"Don't be afraid!"

Wang Xianxian shook his little head and said affirmatively.

"Why?"

"Feel!"

Wang Xianxian looked at him sincerely, and then said, "I feel that you don't want to hurt me." "

......

There was a brief silence...

Wang Xianxian looked at the white-robed man in front of him, but he was thinking in his heart, why did he feel this way? I should have seen him for the first time.

And the man in the white robe also looked at Xiao Wang Xianxian, a little surprised for a while, since he saw this little guy yesterday, his performance is not like the average six-year-old child should have, smart, delicate observation, bold, see himself covered in blood is not afraid, he is still playing with mud when he is so old, this is not scientific!

At this time, the scene was somewhat dramatic, in front of the wooden house, on the rocks, a big and a small big eyes stared at each other.

But then he looked at Wang Xianxian's eyes changed slightly, there was appreciation, gentleness, longing, and inexplicable self-blame.

I saw him slowly say word by word: "My name is Wang Dingtian!"

Wang Xianxian didn't feel anything when he first heard this, but when he repeated the name Wang Dingtian in his heart, his whole mind exploded, and the sky was thundering.

Surname Wang, no wonder, no wonder I have a feeling of seeing relatives when I see him, this is the call of blood, no wonder I feel that his appearance is so familiar, isn't that what I look like when I grow up? No wonder I saw his eyes, with self-reproach and tenderness, so his identity is about to come out...

Wang Xianxian looked at Wang Dingtian in shock, biting his lip, at a loss, should he be happy?

How many times has my mother looked up to the west and felt sad? How many times has my mother looked at her and sighed silently?

Outside the mountains and rocks, the sea of clouds churned, and a huge golden sun broke through the thick clouds, suspended in the sky and did not know the distance.

The humidity of the night recedes and the warmth descends, making people feel comfortable.

Wang Dingtian looked at the child in front of him, and for a while he couldn't help himself, his left hand suddenly raised and put down, and quietly put it down after repeating it several times, he felt that he didn't have the courage and didn't have that qualification.

If the countless creatures who were killed by him in the endless abyss saw that the generation of god-killing blood-robed Shura in the endless abyss where the blood flowed everywhere they passed was now in front of a little kid, they would definitely get up from the ground and raise a middle finger to the sky and shout: You play with me?