"People have love, and monsters also have love. The monk is ruthless, but the demon beast is also merciful......"

This is not the first time that Yu Yu has expressed such emotion, but it is a sigh from the heart when he looks at a lonely back looking in the direction of his hometown, sadness and empathy are mixed together......

She didn't know what it would be like if she had been trapped in an underground palace for thousands of years. But she understood that if she could return to the "Tianxuan Continent" one day, she would definitely be more excited than the male cultivator in front of her!

After immersing himself for a long time, the smell of the sea that came with the ocean current hit, and the white-faced male cultivator swept his face with his sleeves.

Seeing this, Yu Yu hurriedly took a step and said with a bow: "Senior......"

She only said these two words, but the rest of the words were not spoken.

The white-faced male cultivator flicked his sleeves, looked sideways at Yu Yu, and suddenly smiled.

"You're just like me, you have eyes that don't deceive......"

Hearing this, Yan Yu slowly raised his head with a slight bow, looked at the white-faced male cultivator gently, and finally said slowly: "Senior, you said that the junior has the aura of nobility...... What does that mean?"

Seeing that Yan Yu said this, the white-faced male cultivator nodded his head, and while walking towards Yan Yu's side, he replied: "The demon clan that has awakened the true spirit bloodline can use its own true spirit essence and blood as the source to perform a technique and imprint it on the human cultivation. If the demon clan is also a true spirit bloodline, it can be discovered. And those who can make my clan's peers use the true spirit essence blood to perform the art of branding, my clan's peers will not harm ......"

Looking at the white-faced male cultivator who walked in front of him, the glimmer in Yan Yu's eyes flashed, and he bowed respectfully again.

At the same time, Yan Yu also said in his heart: "Xiao Cai'er, you have done my sister a great favor again......"

Looking at the rain that did not move, but his heart was flooded with happiness and joy, the white-faced male cultivator patted her shoulder with his hand, and said slowly: "I don't know if you have the fate to go to the "Ancient Demon Domain"?"

"I will go, the junior promised a child that he would go to the "Ancient Demon Domain" to see her......" said respectfully, and Yu Yu replied with a serious expression.

Seeing that Yan Yu said that he would go to the "Ancient Demon Domain", the white-faced male cultivator paused, and the joy of memory first appeared on his face, and then the sadness of remorse.

Slowly, he walked forward, with his back to the rain and the direction of the "Ancient Demon Domain", and said: "Okay, if you go to the "Ancient Demon Domain", you can go to the 'Shouhe' clan land. Help me see if the smiling patriarch still has black hair on his head...... If he remembers a kid named Takuichi, help me tell him...... I'm sorry I didn't listen to his old man back then, I'm sorry ......"

Having said this, the white-faced male cultivator lost his voice, not knowing whether there was a change in his mood or waiting for Yu Yu's answer.

"Seniors, the juniors of the "Ancient Demon Domain" will definitely go. Your words will definitely be brought!" Without the slightest delay, he turned to the white-faced male cultivator and said in a bowful voice.

Seeing that Yan Yu agreed, the white-faced male cultivator said with a hint of shame: "You have the mark of my clan's peers, and I know you will not break your word." Alas... Most of the spiritual treasures in the dungeon are used by me for cultivation, although there are still some magic weapons, but I can't give them to you, I still have a lot of use for keeping them......"

Without waiting for the white-faced male cultivator to continue, Yan Yu hurriedly bowed and said: "The junior of the 'Ancient Demon Domain' was going to go, but he just helped the seniors bring a word, and the juniors didn't dare to ask for a reward. ”

Seeing Yan Yu's attitude, the white-faced male cultivator responded with a gentle "um": "Well, I also left a mark on you. If you go to the land of my clan, the patriarch who doesn't like to laugh will thank you for me......"

After saying this, the white-faced male cultivator smiled. At the same time, he also looked around for a while, and then turned to the rain and said, "You should go...... This place should not be stayed for long. ”

"Senior, where are you going?" was slightly stunned, but Yu Yu asked.

"Hehe... I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to sit here alone for a while, and take a closer look at the sunset that has been missed for 4,000 years......" Hehe smiled, and the white-faced male cultivator replied.

Hearing this, Yan Yu looked at the lonely back of the white-faced male cultivator with his back to him, and his body, which was already ready to bow and leave, finally opened his mouth after a slight pause: "Senior, don't you go back to the 'Ancient Demon Domain'?"

Hearing Yan Yu's question, the white-faced male cultivator suddenly took a few steps forward and said slowly: "When I came out, I didn't want to go back. Now, I want to go back, but I can't. But... But fortunately, I met you, and I can return to the clan land on my behalf and admit my mistake to the old patriarch......"

Gradually, the white-faced male cultivator lost his voice, but the sadness in his eyes became more and more intense, and it became moist in an instant.

Yan Yu couldn't see his face, but he could feel that something resembling teardrops had fallen into the sea.

This scene made Yu no longer calm, and at the same time, he bowed down and said: "Senior, the immortal road is not easy, if there is still a hometown to return to, what reason is there not to return!"

There was a sound in the sea, but the white-faced male cultivator just stood there, not saying a word.

"Seniors, cherish ......"

After being silent for a while, Yu Yu finally took a step back and said to him with a big salute.

At this moment, the white-faced male cultivator seemed to nod, but still did not reply.

With a sigh in his heart, Yan Yu took one last look at the back in front of him, and in a step back, he turned around and flew away.

She never released her divine sense, nor did she look back, she restrained all her breath but whispered heavily in her heart: "Senior, rest assured, what I promised by the rain will be done......"

The wind moved, and the white-faced male cultivator suddenly looked back at the rain that was about to fly away. The tears on his face were not dry, his eyes suddenly flashed blue between moistness, and the white light surged when his eyes moved......

As we walked away, the red figure of the rain had disappeared.

The white-faced male cultivator also withdrew his eyes that had become black holes at this time, and slowly lowered his head.

And the moment he bowed his head, tears fell, and the memories that could not be let go of in his mind echoed again!

The woman standing under the tree, dressed in white, with clear eyes, smiling and gently asking her name......

The man who stood on the treetops, cautious but shy, said his name......

Outside the monk's city, he looked at me with reluctance, and said not to forget my woman......

In the place where the border is crossed, the man who gave up his identity as a demon clan and rushed out and never looked back......

In the mountains, a woman with a surprise on her face, but looking at each other gently. The man who fought everything, risked his life, and thought everything was worth it!

The soft sword that pierced the heart without holding each other's hands and locked the soul! The face that was originally gentle, but was cold in an instant! The one who slowly shed a line of tears, the body that gradually fell, the blood that was drawn from the heart and sprayed out......

With a "boom", a burst of demonic power hit huge waves in this sea area!

The white-faced male cultivator opened his eyes and wiped away his tears with red eyes.

His hands clenched hard, and after taking a deep breath, he teleported forward at a rapid pace.

There is a family in the 'Xiandu', whose name is "Chen Yan Yimai".

This family was originally separated from a large family with the power of the infant metamorphosis. If it is followed, the end will be a gradual disappearance, and its name is not worthy of being known.

In the 'Immortal Capital', a region where the power of the sect flourishes. Any large family, after the clan reaches a certain level, will separate some bloodline disciples and leave them to fend for themselves, and will never use resources to support mediocre generations.

And these separated bloodline disciples, although they will form a new family force on their own, they will not be able to prosper at all. There are few surprises in this regard.

The reason for this is actually quite simple. First, the original family would not give him shelter at all, let alone resources. If these abandoned monks want to survive as a family in a region like the 'Immortal Capital', it is a thousand times stronger than directly worshipping the sect. Second, once these separated bloodline disciples have excellent qualifications, the original family will also open their arms to them and let them recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors......

Therefore, it is indeed rare for a family like "Chen Yan Yimai" to develop and be known to the world.

Today's "Chen Yan First Line" is in the 'Xiandu' region, although it is not a large family, but it also has an infant transformation period ancestor.

This ancestor is a rare female cultivator in the world of cultivating immortals. Two thousand two hundred years ago, it entered the infant transformation period, so that the "Chen Yan lineage" was finally able to take root in the Xiandu region!

This cultivation qualification is not bad, but it is not against the sky, without the resources of a large family force, with a steady stream of support, it can actually enter the infant transformation period, few people know why...... After all, the resources that a monk needs to enter the infantile period are by no means numerical!

The sun hangs in the sky, and the clouds move with the wind.

In this continuous mountain range with an imposing aura, a male cultivator with a short axe in one hand has finally arrived after thirty-two years.

At this time, he was secretly breathing, looking straight ahead, silent.

In the end, he released his divine consciousness from his body, and when he raised his hand, he saw countless array flags surrounding him and clusters of spiritual light flying out.

Seeing these spiritual lights and array flags pulling out the light of forbidden arts, the male cultivator took out an elixir that emitted a red mist, raised his head and took it.

After the pill entered the abdomen, its longevity burned in an instant, and at the same time that the rich demonic power rushed out of its body, a huge white crane spread its wings, carrying the demonic aura that covered the sky and the sun, and rushed forward.

Soon, the huge family area in front of him was wrapped in a complete enchantment. And with the loss of groups of bloodline disciples in his family, the "Chen Yan Bloodline" that had been calm for thousands of years became a sensation.

Within the family, the cultivators of the Transformation Stage who were the first to discover the anomaly rushed to the Ancestor retreat.

Before they arrived, their ancestor had already walked out of the palace-shaped mansion.

She stood on top of the flat white jade rock, tied her long hair, and wore a clean white dress.

There was no expression on her face, but her divine sense looked solemnly at the white crane that came with the demonic aura in the sky, and muttered, "Takuichi......