Zhou Sheng pressed down with one hand, and the space shattered layer by layer, and the black space cracks were all over the place, and the cold black air flow blew out from inside. Space is a piece of paper, and now this piece of paper is torn, revealing the back.

The spatial rift opened its mouth, like a greedy beast, trying to eat all the food in front of it.

The eldest lady was lazily cut off by this rift, and the blood flowed profusely.

Die!

The next moment, it was Zhou Xing who died.

Yan Zhitui's face was ugly, he didn't expect Zhou Sheng to bring the personality of the Sage, it stands to reason that no Sage will bring his own personality with him, this is also to leave hope, if the Sage personality is damaged, then everything is over, there is no chance of reincarnation, and the soul is scattered.

The reincarnation of sentient beings is the reincarnation of imprints, the reincarnation of the true spirit that does not perish. After the death of a strong person, perhaps after countless reincarnations, a little memory of the original will be revived for some reason, which is called fate, and the one who is born to know.

Zhou Xing watched his wife die, and his calm face finally changed.

"Little brute, give me death"

He took out a clay doll, and his face was Zhou Sheng.

As soon as this doll appeared, Zhou Sheng felt a palpitation, and a sense of heart-to-heart connection continued.

"Haha, do you know what this is, you don't know, this is what a beautiful clay sculpture I made myself......"

A tear fell from the corner of Zhou Sheng's eyes, and his mind suddenly wrapped around it, and he immediately analyzed its structure. Inside the clay doll was a wraith, or rather a rotting ball of flesh, a stillborn fetus before it was born.

"It's ...... My brother, my own brother. You're damn ......"

Zhou Sheng analyzed his bloodline. His mother was pregnant with twins. Later, abortion pills were added to the food, and a flesh fetus that was five or six months old was aborted.

Zhou Xing stroked the clay doll, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"You two wild seeds, wild seeds! You are not Lao Tzu's son at all, no! Yan Chixue, that slut, Lao Tzu touched her once. But you were born thirteen months later, you wild seed!"

Tiger poison does not eat children, Zhou Sheng is not Zhou Xing's son at all, this is Zhou Xing's concept. In this regard, Zhou Sheng could only smile bitterly, after making people and becoming holy, he knew that Zhou Sheng's father was Zhou Xing, and this matter could not be wrong. He was at the beginning. Although it is a fetus, it has to absorb a lot of nutrients before it can hatch. It was also a three-month delay, and the pregnancy of October became the pregnancy of thirteen months.

There are always some special features in many talents, such as Zhou Sheng, who stayed in his mother's womb for a full thirteen months. For example, Emperor Ming, who has been in the belly of the former queen for three years, can run and jump as soon as he is born, and speaks to others, but these things are too mysterious, and those who know about it have been silenced by the emperor.

There was a click, and the clay sculpture ...... Shattered......

Zhou Sheng's heart hurt, and it was also broken into several petals, and a curse power shrouded Zhou Sheng's body, as if there was a resentful spirit coming to ask for his life.

This is the curse of the twins, and the child who dies in infancy feels lonely and wants to pull his brother to play with him......

......

......

The feeling of heartache, the tears can't stop flowing, a roar, the real Kyoto is prostrate, the dark clouds cover the top, and the wind and rain are coming.

Tick-tock, it rained, and the rain was a little bloody, just like Zhou Sheng's mood at this moment.

"You deserve to die, no one can save you today, Zhou is going to kill you, and sacrifice the unjust dead soul with your flesh and blood"

"Kill"

Zhou Sheng's eyes were scarlet at this moment, he was crazy, and the personality of the Sage was running with all his might, rubbing out a trace of sparks, and the energy inside was flowing, running, and penetrating out in the largest and most perfect form.

Countless torrents poured out of the personality of the Sage, and an ocean appeared around Zhou Sheng, a blue ocean. The surface of the ocean is foaming, the waves are spraying, and the fish swim in it. The ocean covers half of Kyoto, and no matter what people are doing, they are drowned in the ocean, but the fire on the stove is still burning, burning in the sea.

"The sea, because my heart is cold, the sea is frozen, this is the land of ice!"

"Ice Country, up!"

The ocean expanded, and then, it froze like a clatter, and half of Kyoto, tens of thousands of miles in circumference, became a large block of ice.

The slightest drop of rain, dripping on the ice, seemed to be dyed with red fuel.

Shijie in the ice cube is frozen, everything is frozen, people, animals, trees, stones, flames......

Yan Zhitui was also frozen, but he didn't have the power to fight back like others, his body burned with a raging life, this flame, pure white, clean, this is a Haoran holy flame that is hotter than the sun, this is his righteous thoughts burning.

The flames are scorching a layer of colorful ice cubes around the body, this ice cube is very thin, but it is stronger than the entire large ice cube, this is the core of Zhou Sheng's ice country!

......

Outside, just as the ocean rushed out, Mr. San, who was drawing hairpins in the academy, changed his face, raised his right hand gently, then shook his head and smiled bitterly before putting it down.

"Let's fight, let's fight, what's my business, why bother with these messes......"

The palace, the astrological platform, the lucky golden dragon swung its tail and spewed out a mouthful of golden flames.

As soon as the golden flame came out, it turned into a sea of fire, directly evaporating the seawater that poured into the vicinity of the imperial city, and the seawater and the flames collided greatly.

......

On the astrological platform, the old man who was hunched down sighed lightly and waved his hand and threw out three copper plates.

The copper plate is round on the outside and square on the inside, like a heaven and earth. Three copper plates were stuck on top of the ice, and the ice melted in a radius of thousands of miles, and everything inside returned to its original state, and it continued to live as if nothing had happened just now.

Yan Zhitui's flames finally burned Zhou Sheng's ice layer to the ground, but the ice also trapped him for less than a moment. This period of time is very short, not enough for mortals to consume in the blink of an eye, but for Zhou Sheng, this period of time is as long as the rise and fall of a shijie, which can allow him to do a lot of things.

Zhou Sheng's hand pinched Zhou Xing's neck in the air, and his face was cold.

"How can you not die? If you don't die, the heavens will not tolerate it. I can't tolerate it!"

Zhou Sheng pinched it gently. There was a crisp sound of bones breaking. Zhou Xing's neck was broken. His spirit also dissipated under the impact of Zhou Sheng's thoughts, and there was a strange smile on his face, indescribable, as if he was silently saying, Kill me, you...... Will die too......

......

Zhou Xing died, and he was killed by Zhou Sheng like this, and it didn't feel good to kill his father with his own hands. But even if he did it again, he would be merciless.

If you do something wrong, you will be punished, not if you don't report it.

People always have to be responsible for what they do, this is the cause and effect of Hongchen. Cause and effect is fate, and it is a transparent and invisible thread between sentient beings......

Zhou Sheng's mind was empty. The thoughts were clear, and the calculation power of the Sage Personality was much faster. It felt as if some of the lines inside that had been truncated were connected.

The spiritual fire on the Sage's grid burned, and streams of pitch-black impurities were calcined out, and the grid became stronger and flickering.

Yan Zhitui's face was ugly, but he didn't make another move, he couldn't help Zhou Sheng, and he saw that Zhou Sheng didn't have the intention of killing anymore.

The remaining two ladies of the Zhou family were paralyzed on the ground, the pillars of the family collapsed, the Zhou family was finished, the defeat was a foregone conclusion, and no one could save the family.

Although the remaining heirs of the Zhou family had a bad complexion, they were even more calculating the position of the head of the family, the title. According to the law of the great cadre, the descendants should inherit the title and lower it by one level, but this is still a big cake for them, and who doesn't want to fight for it? In the past, the position of the head of the family was the little fat man in the lineage, but now that the head of the family is dead, and the eldest lady is also dead, what can a little fat man do with it? It is not at the mercy of a little fat man.

The little fat man felt that the sky had fallen, and the day of great joy had become a day of great sorrow, his father and mother had died, and there was nothing more unbearable than this.

The guests trembled and did not dare to make a sound, everything was so calm, except for the cry of the little fat man.

The bride also unveiled the red cloth, and the wedding could not continue, without Zhou Xing and the eldest lady, this wedding was a joke. The bride was very beautiful, her face was red, and she was smeared with a lot of rouge, which concealed the pale face below. She was pulled aside by the princess, and the marriage could not continue.

The little fat man stared at Zhou Sheng with wolf-like eyes, and ran over to beat his clothes.

"It's you, it's you who killed my father and mother, I killed you......"

Zhou Sheng shook his head and glanced at him with pity.

"If you want to kill me, Zhou continued, as long as you have that ability, but now, you ...... There is no such liliang".

He gently waved his sleeves, and the little fat man was pushed away, and he squatted on the ground, snot and tears.

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......

At the moment of Zhou Xing's death, a purple seed that he had cultivated in the center of the sea also withered after struggling for a while.

This seed is like a purple gem, exuding the aura of the emperor all over its body, and it is linked to a certain nature of Zhou Xing's body, or rather, it is used as nourishment.

The seeds withered and turned to fly ash, and of course the people who planted the seeds sensed it. The man who planted the seed wanted to reap the sweet fruit, but now the seed was stillborn, which always caused him to be angry.

The emperor is angry, the sky and the earth are cold!

A mysterious possession of a purple shijie, which is full of the emperor's breath, mortals absorb a mouthful, and their life can be improved, and they will be crowned kings and worshipped.

The purple shijie is vast and boundless, with a radius of millions of miles, which is equivalent to more than a dozen large states in the land of Daqian. In Shijie, the mountains have crystallized, and the depths of the earth's crust contain purple ore. In the center of Shijie, there is a tall throne, and a purple-haired young man sits on the throne, overlooking this Shijie.

The purple-haired young man is ten thousand feet tall, and his eyebrows are dark purple emperor checkered. He wears a flat crown and a beaded curtain of meteors. Each string of beads is strung together by a dozen meteorites that are several kilometers long. The beautiful jewels in the crown are the nine personalities of the saints.

His face is majestic, and every word he says can make the heavens and the earth chaotic, and the heroes are prostrate. As for the Heavenly Constitution in his mouth, he is a god in one word, it is just a trivial matter.

Lake-sized eyes opened, revealing purple eyes. Fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, fighting the bird in the cage next to him.

The bird in the birdcage is well-behaved and cute, but its body is incomparably huge, it is just a small bird compared to the purple-haired youth in front of him, but for mortals, it is a terrifying beast, a behemoth, this is the divine beast of Daqian's Zhenguo, the big bird.

The young man spoke softly, but his voice enveloped the entire shijie, and his words were the only god of this shijie.

"Seeds, exhausted, it's a pity ......"

His figure gradually disappeared, and at this time, Zhou Sheng's whim, his heart was terrified, and the personality of the Sage kept warning of him, reminding himself of the terrifying danger coming.

"Bad ......"

His complexion changed and he rose to the sky...... (To be continued......)