Ji Dengqi knelt behind his father that year, shivering in the autumn wind, watching the head of the Wan family slowly pick up his father, spit on his bloodstained face, and laughed softly:

"Ji Jia, that's just it."

He lowered his head, tears running down his face, dripping down his chin, wetting the thin autumn coat on his body and wetting the brick cracks on the ground.

He barely raised his head, and behind the head of the ten thousand families stood quietly a young man in a fancy costume, looking at him coldly, smiling.

Later, he learned that the young man's name was Wan Xiaohua, the young head of the Wan family.

He Wan Xiaohua stood and sneered, and he Ji Dengqi knelt and cried.

What kind of humiliation is this? Wan Jiaqi attacked Huazhongshan, and in nineteen breaths, he cracked the mountain protection array that had only been built for three years, killed the contemporary head of the Ji family, and brought out every Ji family, even the Ji family who was still asleep in single clothes.

Twenty-nine descendants of the Ji family, most of them were still wearing single clothes and sheets, kneeling tremblingly in front of the courtyard, watching his father Ji Dengqi, the young master of the Ji family, be humiliated.

Even the mortals who knelt outside the collapsed courtyard wall, the mortals under his Ji family, watched the original immortal descendants suffer humiliation one by one, the clan girls were torn off and the sheets they were wearing shrunk into a ball, and the clansmen were trampled under their feet and struggled.

Every night when he dreamed of this scene, Ji Dengqi's eyes were split, tears flowed endlessly, and he sat up again to cultivate.

The head of the family kicked his father so hard that he spat blood from his mouth, and lay it down softly, and Ji Dengqi cried and hugged the man's leg, and shouted:

"My Ji family will be a dog for you, and the Ji family will watch the Yu family under the gold gate for you, and the Ji family will pay tribute every year......

The man sneered and kicked Kidenqi, making him dizzy and knocking out two teeth. Haha smiled and said:

"The two families are enemies of life and death, and there are countless families that have perished on the border line, if it weren't for the fear of destroying your Ji family and bordering the Yu family, would my family still be able to keep you? If you want to be a dog, I don't dare to accept it. ”

Wan Xiaohua followed the man, looking at him with a smile, his eyes full of sarcasm.

That man emptied the property of the Ji family, took away the high-spirited Wan family, left behind a ruined Hua Zhongshan, a disgraced Ji family, a mortal with strange eyes, and a corpse in the courtyard.

Three days later, his father also died, he was kicked to smash the Xuanjing wheel, his aura collapsed and he died, lying on the collapse and moaning, Ji Dengqi cried and leaned his ear over, and heard his father speak weakly:

"Don't forget...... Break the formation... Father's enmity. ”

Ji Dengqi bit his lip and took the position of head of the family.

Ji Dengqi began to kill, killing those mortals who dared to look up at him, killing so much that blood flowed, killing his hands blood-red, killing until no one dared to recall the night when Wan Jiashan ascended to Huazhongshan, and the thirteen-year-old boy often liked to smash the heads of those mortals in front of him and watch the blood-drenched scenery.

After two years, the news that made Ji Dengqi ecstatic and regretful came, that person practiced qi cultivation and extremely good formation, but died in the hands of the enemy in the Dali Mountain, and the glorious era of ten thousand families was even sung to the end, and Wan Xiaohua, who hurriedly ascended to the position of head of the family, shrank his power again, and the land in the east belonged to the Lu family.

"But it's not enough, Wan Xiaohua's talent is better than mine, and Wanjia has a deep heritage, so it's far from enough."

Fortunately, the opportunity came, the young master of the Golden Gate was looking for the aura of heaven and earth on Mochizuki Lake, Ji Dengqi saddled his horse like a dog, and amused the bored man under the cold gaze of the guards, and the man in gold finally laughed and asked him what he wanted.

He knew very well that this man was not asking him what he wanted, but asking him why he wanted it, and Ji Dengqi said that the dog did not want it, and the dog wanted to offer a woman.

Ji Dengqi saw the indifference in the eyes of the guards around the man in gold, and he whispered flattery:

"Your Highness needs a caring person, a person with good spiritual talents."

Ji Dengqi sent his own sister, the girl with spiritual and innocent spirits, the twelve-year-old girl, who would laugh and hug the girl whom he called his brother, and the girl covered her face and cried, choked and firmly spoke:

"Brother, I want revenge too."

So he watched his sister lying on the man's bed, her white and tender little feet dangling at the end of the bed, he didn't dare to cry, and his sister didn't dare to cry.

The younger sister followed him and became the maid of the young master, and then every year there were pills and food sent to the house, Ji Dengqi practiced without sleep and food, and finally broke through the practice of qi, and the first time the Ji family was not celebrating or cheering, but crying excitedly.

He immediately killed the old monk of Wan Jia, Wan Xiaohua's uncle, who was guarding the peak of the fetal breath on the land that the Ji family had lost, and only then did he find that Wan Xiaohua on Wanjia Huaqian Mountain was only a jade wheel.

No one could have imagined that the Qi Cultivation Cultivators of the Ten Thousand Families would die suddenly, and he would ascend to the Qi Cultivation Association in just over ten years.

It's just that the big array left by Wan Huaqian, the ancestor of the Wan family, is as hard as a turtle shell, Ji Dengqi has been harassing him for more than ten years, and seeing that the Wan family has contacted other families around him, he is about to come back to his senses, and he hates it so much that he can't sleep all night.

A few nights ago, Ji Dengqi received a message from his sister, saying that the young master of the Golden Gate was going to Mochiyue Lake again, and he read the letter again and again, and already had a plan in his heart.

After many years, that person returned to Mochizuki Lake, still looking for that kind of heaven and earth aura, Ji Dengqi didn't know what kind of strange heaven and earth aura made this person come to look for it again and again, but the situation was obviously favorable.

He let his sister reveal the blood feud between the two families, and blindly exaggerated the indestructibility of the ten thousand family arrays, which finally aroused the man's competitive heart, and the golden-clothed man laughed and said:

"Wan Huaqian was amazing and brilliant hundreds of years ago, and the recognized formation genius of the three sects, for Yu'er's sake, this son will try the depth of this formation."

So Ji Dengqi took the Ji family, carrying a long knife, and slowly stopped at the foot of Huaqian Mountain, and the Ji family behind him was wearing leather armor, and he quietly watched the Huaqian Mountain with white light.

"Where's your help, Wan Xiaohua."

Kidenqi muttered to himself:

"No matter how much Qi practice is useless, the destruction of your ten thousand families is on this day, your help, your hole cards, will not have any effect."

Ji Dengqi suddenly had a strong sense of fate, his father's gaze, his grandfather's gaze, silently watched him behind him, watching him step through Huaqian Mountain.

"Behind this big war is the general trend of boring Kinmen, and the manpower is poor, you can't see it clearly, and you can't think of it."

Tears suddenly flowed down his cheeks, the expression on his face and the resolute look no longer had a mean color, and the rolling evil desire and surging sorrow condensed in Ji Dengqi's body, making his short flesh and blood look extraordinarily solid, and in any way could not make him any shorter.