"The Gate of Bloody Hell, the rumored shortcut to the strong. As long as you can get out of it, you will be a peerless powerhouse. ”

"This shortcut to the strong, there is no fixed time, there is no fixed place. ”

Only when it appears, it will deliver a treasure and money to this "door of greed". Only by getting the approval of the door god can you get a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to enter the door. ”

Zhuo Yifan was reading a notebook about the "Blood Hell Gate" by the light.

The moonlight cast from the window, with a few degrees of sadness, a little bleakness and a few traces of melancholy, filled the room with a bleak atmosphere. reflects the loss of the young man at this time and the unwillingness in his bones. He gritted his teeth all the time, and he hated it so much!

It wasn't until I turned to the last page of the note that I saw a handsome man painted on it. Looking at this man's cold and distant, longing for the unattainable tall image, the young man's face calmed down suddenly......

"My mother said that this notebook was left to me by my father before he went to prison. At that time, I had just been born. Father, I don't know if it's okay now?" Zhuo Yifan closed the note, muttered thoughtfully, and stroked the treasure with the red cover.

He named it "Bloody Prison Record"

It's been sixteen years, and Zhuo Yifan hasn't seen his father. It is only through the outline of the ink on the last page that he can see the great man in the deepest part of his heart, the eternal umbrella - his father.

"Fan'er, what are you reading so late, how are your injuries?"

Following the prestige, I saw a figure flickering past the window.

"Grandpa...... Why are you here? Fan'er is fine, it doesn't hurt anymore. ”

Looking at the figure, Zhuo Yifan raised his spirit, he grinned at the old man, and quickly hid the "Blood Prison Record" behind him.

The old man had a sturdy physique, a short, stiff black beard, and his hair was black and shiny.

Although he is sixty years old, he is still majestic, and he has enough deterrent power in the Zhuo family. The abundant orange aura emerged, and he was a strong person in the Great Perfection of the Innate Spirit Realm! At the same time, he was also the grandfather of this young man.

"How's it going, doesn't it really hurt? Let grandpa see if there are any internal injuries. ”

Old Man Zhuo directly held his grandson's arm in his palm, and the soft power poured in, feeling that his grandson was fine, a kind smile appeared on his solemn face, but he was still very unhappy in his heart, "Nima, these gangs are dead and fat, and they dare to touch you when Lao Tzu is not there." When I ask the sky, I can't be bullied!"

Thinking of the group of bastards bullying Zhuo Yifan today, the old man was full of anger.

"What's behind your back?"

Zhuo Wentian's angry eyes suddenly turned around, his eyebrows twitched, and he saw Zhuo Yifan's left hand behind him, and let out a long sigh, "I'm reading your father's notes again." As you grow up, sooner or later you'll have to be exposed to things there. It's a good idea to familiarize yourself with it beforehand. In the past, grandpa was afraid that you would delay your cultivation by seeing things and thinking about people, but now grandpa will never stop you again......"

This old man, who always cares about his life and is strict in cultivation, can't help but make Zhuo Yifan shrink his neck.

Zhuo Yifan no longer hid, he carefully touched the notes in his hand, staring at the withered yellow notebook, his heart seemed to be dripping blood, he asked weakly in a voice that the two of them could hear: "Grandpa, when will I know the truth......

"What truth?" Old Man Zhuo vaguely seemed to know what his grandson was going to ask, and his face became gloomy.

"Grandpa, you sue Sù Fan'er. Father he...... Are you still alive?" Zhuo Yifan stood up excitedly, his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and he choked bitterly.

"Nonsense!"

Hearing this, Zhuo Wentian's red face couldn't help but appear a touch of paleness, and he was so angry that his slap was about to fall, but he suddenly paused a few centimeters away from Zhuo Yifan's face, looking at Zhuo Yifan, Zhuo Wentian sighed:

"No more nonsense...... Hugh Blame...... Grandpa beats you...... Your dad must still be alive......"

A mist rose in Zhuo Yifan's eyes, but he held back stubbornly, not letting a tear fall, he gritted his teeth and smiled bitterly.

Not long ago, he had just done a "soul quality" test.

His soul belongs to the middle grade and the upper class. Ben was still complacent. But I didn't expect that the soul cultivator admired by the world would have the lowest soul quality to reach the top grade.

The quality of the soul completely depends on the realm that can be achieved by cultivation in the future.

Zhuo Yifan's realm will be limited in the future, and there is no half-point probability that he will be able to break through to the third level of the cultivator's realm, the "Sanxuanfu Realm".

Although he is only one step away from this "soul cultivator" who can break through to the Sanxuanfu realm with a certain probability, he can only accept the reality and be a middle-grade high-grade soul quality "body cultivator".

While thinking about it, there was a sudden tingling pain in his abdomen, and Zhuo Yifan sat on the stool with a "bang".

But today, I met the fat man of the Zhuo family on weekdays who made jokes and abuse. I didn't want to be troubled, but this dead fat man is just stalking, and it's hard to let go. Angry, he directly fought and taught the fat pig a lesson. How do you know that I was taught a lesson by a few servants who are so stubborn.

Thanks to Zhuo Wentian's timely appearance, otherwise they would have been even more unsuccessful.

And what made Zhuo Yifan even more unwilling was that this fat Zhuo who spent all day drinking was actually a soul cultivator with a top-grade junior soul.

"Zhuo Fatty! I swear, I'm going to beat you to a pig's head!"

Zhuo Yifan grinded his teeth, he hated this bullying guy so much, and his dark skin showed a resentful look. This young master had become his number one enemy, but immediately after, he suddenly became depressed again.

"The quality of my soul is simply too low. Even that dead fat man is better than me. Grandpa must have been disappointed. Grandpa has always had great hopes for me, but he didn't expect that no matter how hard I practiced, I was destined to only become a congenital spiritual realm perfect body cultivator."

After the news of the loss of his father. Although Zhuo Wentian didn't say anything on the surface, he was extremely depressed in his heart, and he pinned all the hopes of the next generation of family heads on his grandson.

And now, with the departure of Zhuo Yifan's father, the position of the head of the family is in turmoil.

The current shape of the Zhuo family is bound to become fire and water, and it is divided into two factions.

On one side is the right-wingers with Zhuo Fatzi's grandfather as the force, and on the other side is the left-wingers with Zhuo Wentian as the force.

These two incompatible old men have only one goal of competition - to push their precious grandchildren to the position of the head of the family!

Although, they are all only sixteen years old.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Yifan's face was gloomy and full of haze.

"Expulsion!"

Saying that, Zhuo Yifan touched the pain, couldn't help gritting his teeth, and a raging fire burned in his eyes, "I want to expel all those hateful guys! As long as you enter the Dacheng stage, you will have the power of an elephant, and you will definitely teach that dead fat man a hard lesson!"

At this moment, Zhuo Yifan, who has always been persistent and enterprising in cultivation and diligent. Suddenly, I felt a lot of pressure.

"Don't be discouraged. Practice diligently. Those wastes who only rely on their talents to make a difference to their tongues, how can they compare to you?" Looking at Zhuo Yifan's distorted face, Zhuo Wentian sighed in his heart and comforted him.

The old man has always seen the efforts of his grandson, and of course he also knows the height of his soul quality and the impact on his cultivation. If Zhuo Fei works hard, it will be difficult to say who is more powerful in the coming-of-age ceremony competition in three months.

On that day's coming-of-age ceremony, one person will also be selected between Zhuo Fatzi and Zhuo Yifan to become the head of the family!

"Grandpa, Fan'er knows. ”

"Fan'er, work hard! Grandpa is optimistic about you. ”

Zhuo Wentian shook his head with a wry smile, let out a long sigh, and held his stomach with bitter water.

Looking at the distracted young man in front of him, he didn't know how to open his mouth to motivate, but only faintly showed a bitter smile: "Don't pay attention to those gossips, hasn't Fan'er always taken diligence as his criterion?

Zhuo Wentian's tone is very peaceful, full of expectations, no matter how useless his grandson is in the eyes of others, but in Zhuo Wentian's eyes, he will always shine with hope.

He is the hope of the Zhuo family's future!

"Grandpa, Fan'er must work hard to cultivate, and he will not lose his mother's face, his grandfather's face, or his father's face!"

Zhuo Yifan's eyes flashed. It was a touch of heat, evaporating the moisture in the eyes in exchange for fighting spirit.

He was unwilling! He was unwilling to be ridiculed by others just because of the quality of his soul.

He was unwilling! He was unwilling to let his grandfather and mother be humiliated and shamed.

He is even more unwilling! He is in the same Zhuo family, why do these people want to bully others. Why are they doing this?

Is it just because of the low quality of his soul that he is a physical cultivator?

"These bullying guys, I, Zhuo Yifan, will definitely make them regret it!"

There was a deep hatred in the dark eyes, it was anger, it was a fighting fire.

Speaking of the Zhuo family, it is also a big family in Chihua City in the Great Qin Dynasty in the Jialan Continent.

In Chihua City, it is mighty and second to none.

The ancestral 7749-style refining method "Dayan Tu" is even more famous all over the world, like thunder. It is also Zhuo Yifan's main cultivation body exercises. Focusing on exercising physical flexibility, it greatly reduces the time for monks in the acquired body refining stage and breaks through faster!

Now that Zhuo Yifan has practiced the tenth form, if he can get one step closer, he may be able to break through to Dacheng.

With the power of two elephants, pull out a thousand pounds, a blow to break stones, a foot to crush the dust, the dragon walks and the tiger steps, the power is endless!

"In three months, it will be a coming-of-age ceremony! We must not disappoint grandpa and mother. One day, I must enter the gates of the Blood Hell and find my father. Hopefully, it's all good......"

Zhuo Lie, Zhuo Yifan's father. The genius of the Zhuo family!

After the age of fifteen, the acquired body refining is complete. At the age of twenty, he attracted the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to infuse his body, and achieved the innate spiritual realm with the divine power of eight elephants. At the age of thirty, with his excellent talent, he successively broke through the lower dantian, the middle dantian, and the upper dantian. Achieve true soul cultivation. Step into the realm of Sanxuanfu! Only one step away from condensing the golden pill, achieving the secret realm of the golden pill, and being a generation of proud overlords!

How could he die!

Why did he die?

"That's right, my father can't die!" Zhuo Yifan also began to believe in this.

He put "Blood Prison Record" into his arms. The electric sparks in his eyes suddenly rubbed against the airflow, as if a gust of airflow exploded in the ethereal air. He clenched his fists tightly.

"Sixteen years...... I'm sixteen years old. Father, when I banish all these abominable creatures, I will come to you. He clenched his fist tightly, and inadvertently, pointed to the vermilion ancient ring, and a flash of red light flashed quickly.