The pretty little girl tugged at the corners of her mouth.

He looked down at the two sharpened pieces of iron, and then his eyes were full of tears, and he quickly squatted down.

The little boy in tattered clothes also squatted down, but reached out and picked up a piece of iron, and he looked at the other.

Then he raised the piece of iron in his hand high, and stabbed the tip at the crouching little girl.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew.

When the little girl picked up another piece of iron, she raised her head, squeezed out a smile, and wanted to return the piece of iron in her hand to the little boy, when she was surprised to find that there was a stranger in front of her, wearing a dark ink robe that was incompatible with the snow.

He also carried a sword on his back, a small pale yellow gourd pinned to his right waist, and a simple jade pendant on his left waist.

The little girl blinked her clear eyes, turned her head slightly, and looked at the little boy in tattered clothes, full of inquiry.

She seems to be asking if she can play with her to build a snowman.

She found that the little boy's hands were still frozen and sores from winter, and he was being led by the stranger.

The stranger with the sword on his back smiled at her, pointed in the direction of the gate behind her, and said, "Go home quickly, the family should be in a hurry." ”

Sure enough, the housekeeper in the mansion had already been found, and the beautiful little girl looked at the iron piece in her hand, hesitated, and looked at the goose feathers and snow flying in the sky.

Moist eyes are full of helplessness and regret, and she seems to want a playmate who can build a snowman with her.

He looked at the little boy in tattered clothes with some hesitation, and asked with a smile, "Can you give this to me as a gift, you won't show it to others?"

The little boy did not respond, her expression was still indifferent, she was a little embarrassed, and turned her head to look at the housekeeper who was getting closer and closer through the crack in the door, her eyes were red.

Fortunately, the young man with the sword on his back spoke again, "Take it back, keep it away, maybe you can see each other again, you were a little fairy at that time, and he was a teenager." ”

The little girl nodded vigorously, wrapped the piece of iron larger than her palm in a handkerchief, put it in her arms very solemnly, and said goodbye to the boy who had only known him for a quarter of an hour.

At the last moment when the door closed, the little girl smiled at the two people outside the door.

She knew that the good-looking young man with the sword on his back had saved her, and she also knew that the little boy had just wanted to kill her, but she didn't blame her, because she had no friends, she wanted a friend.

When the door is completely closed.

Xia Ziyu let go of the little boy's hand, for this little boy who seemed to be a madman, he couldn't believe it, the two children who had just met, just because the other party didn't give a little food, they wanted to put each other to death?

Xia Ziyu turned around and looked down, and asked indifferently, "Who are you?"

The little boy raised his head and asked indifferently, "You care about me?"

Xia Ziyu looked at this little boy with ruthless eyes, even if it was just a child, it was about the same age as Hong Yi at the beginning, but Xia Ziyu still felt sincere disgust in her heart.

Xia Ziyu didn't look at him, turned his head to look at the gap on the edge of the gate of the mansion, the housekeeper who seemed to be kind and a little old, just took the little girl's hand and pushed the door open, turned his head in the direction of Xia Ziyu, the two eyes met, Xia Ziyu nodded indifferently, the housekeeper hesitated slightly, glanced at the little boy, and then nodded back.

Everything is in plain sight.

If it weren't for Xia Ziyu passing by today, this little beggar in tattered clothes would have been lying quietly in the snow.

And this housekeeper is obviously willing to take the initiative to give a trace of kindness to a fellow practitioner who can't see the depth, and chooses not to plant a killer or punish the poor and poor who don't know whether to live or die, and let Xia Ziyu deal with it.

Xia Ziyu smiled at the little girl, then retracted her gaze and said indifferently to the little boy, "Don't come here in the future, otherwise, you will die!"

The little boy tugged at the corners of his mouth and didn't speak, but his cold eyes were still there.

Xia Ziyu turned around and left.

The vermilion gate was also closed.

The little boy in tattered clothes spat fiercely in the direction where Xia Ziyu disappeared, and then didn't forget to spit on the vermilion gate.

It's just that after doing these two small actions full of resentment, he became more and more hungry and a little dizzy, he returned along the same road, touched the luxurious jewelry in his arms, and laughed again.

He tried his best to walk against the wall, not to mention sitting in the middle of the main road, and he would not even let the pedestrians and car frames on the road look at him more, if he annoyed these people, he would really die.

As for the man in the Xuanmo robe with the sword, he was not afraid.

As for malice, since he was a child, he has had a keen intuition, who can be provoked and who cannot be provoked, he is very clear about New China.

Xia Ziyu actually didn't go away, but chose to drink in a restaurant, silently observing this little boy who was like a hedgehog, vicious, and a little pitiful.

In his thoughts, he can see every move clearly.

The little boy walked and stopped, and walked weakly, and on the way he looked around cautiously, and after waiting for a while, he skillfully climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard of the mansion, stole a pair of other people's food, and began to gobble up, and walked quickly over the wall, and ran quickly towards a small alley where no one was around.

After that, he felt that his mouth was dry, so he secretly climbed over the wall again, tiptoed into a people's water tank with a spoon, climbed over the wall again, and quietly left.

The corners of Xia Ziyu's mouth raised slightly, for the little boy's body, he could see it clearly, and there were injuries on his body, most of which were from when he did bad things before, and he tasted bitterness.

However, this little boy's physique is a little interesting, the Nine Tribulations Thunder Yang Body, the best god body.

It's just that Xia Ziyu doesn't like this temperament in his heart, a cultivator, he has no good intentions, he does evil for pleasure, even if such a person can cultivate, he will be a disaster in the future.

Just when Xia Ziyu felt a little bored and was about to leave, the little boy in his mind came to an alley, which was full of mud and flocks of chickens and ducks.

A group of men standing crookedly leaned against the corner and waited, as if they were waiting for his arrival, these men were not very old, some were in their twenties, and the oldest was only in his early thirties.

Xia Ziyu's brows furrowed slightly, and she didn't make a move, but looked quietly.

One of the men, when he saw the little boy running quickly, didn't say a word, he stepped forward and kicked out, no light or heavy, if the kick was strong, this kick could kill the little boy half his life.

Fortunately, the little boy seemed to have expected it, but he didn't necessarily dodge, but slowed down his speed intentionally or unintentionally during the run.

kicked it, but it unloaded most of the strength, and then the little boy flew out upside down without any flaws, lying on the ground and struggling, getting up with a pale expression, looking at the eyes and demeanor of those people, full of indifference and murder.

It's like a natural killing god, but those men also turn a blind eye.

The leading man was chewing hay in his mouth, ruffian, and strong, and he did not want to waste time with the little boy, so he led the little boy deeper into the alley.

It took a lot of time for the group to find a dilapidated and deserted old house and walk in with the little boy.

The leading ruffian man looked at the little boy fiercely, "If we don't get enough things today, we'll be happy, and we'll break your legs later!"

The little boy shook his head vigorously, and then timidly put his frozen hand into his arms and took out a piece of luxurious jewelry.

The ruffian leader first made a Jianghu move, and the people around him quickly surrounded the lobby of the mansion.

A man walked out and began to count the jewelry, and then nodded at the ruffian leader next to him, the ruffian leader stepped forward, threw seven or eight copper coins into the little boy's hand, and said with a sad smile, "The remaining silver taels, owed first?" Unfortunately, my brother didn't have enough on him today, why don't you wait for the next time to finish the work and go home with my brother to get it?"

The little boy shook his head indifferently, weighed the copper coins he had bought, took five for himself, and then handed three in one hand to the ruffian leader.

The ruffian leader's eyes lit up, and then he smiled, "Little, it's very good!"

With a wave of his hand, he originally wanted to tease the little boy again, but he lost interest now.

The little boy looked at the people around him with an indifferent expression, took in the scene of the house, nodded to the ruffian leader, and then quickly turned and left.

The little boy ran out of the ruined yard with a palpitating smile on his lips.

As soon as he ran half a mile, the old house behind him let out a terrible wail.

The little boy stopped when he heard the sound, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became thicker and thicker, and then he turned around and cautiously approached the house, spread out his palm and looked at the copper coins, and suddenly smiled, like a demon from hell who came to ask for his life, which made people feel chills down his spine.

Three tribes in Huaizhou.

In the past six months, a demon has appeared, named Shengjinling.

He is the personal disciple of the Holy Celestial Xing in the Holy Clan, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the quasi-Emperor Realm, and his strength is comparable to the peak of the middle of the Imperial Realm.

He even controlled a big demon in the middle of the imperial realm, in the autumn, there was a bloody battle of internal strife with the disciples of the Holy Clan, and the big demon killed the mountain range where the Holy Clan was located, and the bones were scattered, and what was even more strange was that the high-level of the Holy Clan did not stop it from beginning to end, even if a taboo was bombarded by that big demon, it still did not show up.

If it stops here, the great name of the Holy Jinling will not spread all over the land of the three clans, and the reason is that after that, the sky above the three clans, you can usually see the Great Demon of the Imperial Realm carrying the Holy Jinling through the sky.

At first, some monks thought that it was the Holy Jinling who was training the black Jiao demon, so they hovered above Huaizhou all day long.

Generally speaking, the monks in Huaizhou are well water and do not interfere with river water, and the three tribes are even more allied.

But just half a month ago, Shengjinling caused a catastrophe, almost making the three clans, whose relationship was indestructible, fight for it.

Thirty monks who have a good relationship with the three clans, take a warship, travel through the scenery of Huaizhou together, is unintentionally met the Holy Jinling, the two sides face each other, one positive, no one can give in to each other, that is, the Holy Clan monk Haosheng said, but the Holy Jinling still does not back down, which makes the conflict.

As a result, the two sides planned to collide with each other, and the Saint Jinling on the black Jiao folded his hands and looked at the disciples of the three clans on the battleship playfully, just when the two sides were about to collide together, the figure of the Saint Jinling rose sharply.

The black Jiao's body under his feet suddenly swelled and turned into a behemoth, and its huge claws slammed towards the battleship, which was instantly torn apart and scattered in the void.

Those monks who had tried to escape from the battleship before were rushed by the black Jiao, leaving only the storage ring, and as for the other group of people, they fled in all directions in the void, but under the black Jiao, who could escape.

When one paw goes down, it is disemboweled, and then it is thrown into the mouth and chewed.

Saint Jinling sneered and looked at the monks of the three clans like dead dogs, there was no pity in his heart, these people were not familiar with him, and they would be killed if they were killed.

And that black Jiao, all the magic weapons and divine powers bombarded its body, it was not painful at all, and he didn't even bother to dodge, and the most miserable person was a Taoist in the Sima clan, trying to capture the thief and capture the king first.

People are indeed smarter, as a Taoist, the strength is not bad, at the peak of the Zun Realm, among the three clans that rise together, they are also a little famous, and they belong to the rising stars, and they naturally don't know the Shengjinling that has disappeared.

Holding the divine sword, he sneered at the sneering Shengjinling in the void, wanting to save some of his companions.

Shengjinling, who had been holding the play, immediately changed his face, his expression was gloomy, and as soon as he pointed out, an evil sword sea trapped the Taoist of the Sima clan in it, and he didn't know what magical power Shengjinling used, and his palm was facing the void.

It actually drained the air in the void and turned it into a vacuum, looking at the Daozi of the Sima clan, he first suffocated, then covered his neck, and then his body exploded.

Suddenly, a loud bang shook the sky.

The sword sea cage was full of blood, and blood was splashed.

It's like a huge flower blooming from the other side.

The figure of Saint Jinling stood in the void, looked up to the sky and laughed, and his right hand reached out, only to see that the blood flower that exploded and burst out condensed into a ball of blood qi and was swallowed by him.

Some of the quasi-Emperor Realm and the elders of the Emperor Realm who rushed to hear the news looked at the scene in the void at close range, all of them were frightened, and they were also trembling by the body of the Holy Jinling without any scruples.

The elders of the Holy Clan also frowned tightly together, now when the disciples of the Holy Clan were in the civil war, they had seen the ability of that black Jiao, and at that time, the black Jiao was only colliding with his body, and he didn't see any terrifying magical powers.

When I saw it today, the black Jiao seemed to show that the supernatural power was not simple, and it even seemed to have realized some of the bloodline supernatural powers, if it was seen well, as long as this black Jiao went further, it could be among the emperor's realm.

That's a veritable dragon, able to transform into a human form and rest in the demon clan, I'm afraid it's also a bigwig-level existence, and can enjoy good resources.

And the elders of the Sima clan and the Liu clan were still lucky at first, wanting to save one or two children of their own family under the gaze of Heijiao Yesheng Jinling.

But when the Sima Clan Imperial Realm Elder who took the lead was gently grabbed by Hei Jiao, the Imperial Realm masters who were close to dozens of zhang were inexplicably blown away, and their bodies were even more shattered on the way backwards.

One blow was blown up in the air.

The battle of the masters of the Imperial Realm, even in the early and middle stages, has a huge difference in strength, and the suspense of victory or defeat is not large.

Not everyone is a taboo-level Tianjiao, with the strength to fight beyond the level, you must know that the strength has entered the imperial realm, and has been able to understand part of the rules of the Great Dao, since the early stage of the imperial realm to the middle stage, this is not only the improvement of combat power, but also the comprehension of the Dao.

Everyone looked at each other, and in the end, no one could save those disciples, one didn't dare, but couldn't.

Whether it is to protect one's life, whether he is greedy for life or afraid of death, in the end he can only leave with a sigh, choose to report to the high-level, and let the high-level negotiate.

After that, someone secretly entered the Holy Clan and wanted to assassinate the demon Saint Jinling, but they were all killed by Hei Jiao one by one, and in half a month, five or six assassination methods were successively stopped by Saint Jinling and Hei Jiao.

Half a year later, the Holy Jinling and Heijiao were no longer intercepting the assassins, but killing the residences of those assassins, no one was in a row, as long as they were participants, whether it was the Holy Clan, or the Sima Clan, or the Liu Clan, all of them were killed.

Even the high-level of the three clans just turned a blind eye, and the disciples under them were also terrified, after the Holy Jinling killed all the disciples who participated in the assassination, they even refined their blood qi into pills and swallowed them.

After that, it was to scrape the ground and collect the treasures of those who died, and for a while, the name of Shengjinling became synonymous with the murderer.

The three clans and even Huaizhou, when this name is mentioned, no one is not discolored.

Now, Saint Jinling is the first person of the younger generation among the Saint Clan, even if there is the existence of Saint Wuyuan and Luo Mu Forbidden Tianjiao, but compared to the famous Saint Jinling, it is still a few points worse than the prestige.

The Holy Jinling and Heijiao live in the same halfway up the mountain, and the highest part of this mountain peak is the palace of the Holy Patriarch Saint Tianxing.

After that war, Shengjinling will find his happiness and help him go to the world to find some beautiful embryos with brilliant appearances, as for what to do, he did not mention, and his henchmen did not dare to delay, and even under the orders of Shengjinling, he also handed over these women to study, teach etiquette, calligraphy, painting and dance.

Today, Shengjinling did not go out with Heijiao, but accompanied Shengtianxing to the top of the mountain, kneeling respectfully on the futon in the main hall of the palace, thinking about those plaques and kowtowing to incense.

Sheng Tianxing has not appeared among the Holy Clan in the past year, he stands beside the Holy Jinling, his figure is tall and majestic.

After the Holy Jinling got up, he closed his eyes, clasped his fists and saluted the plaque above the main hall, muttering softly, as if to announce the good news to the ancestors.

Standing in the solemn and silent hall, Shengjinling looked up at the incense in front of him, as for those spirit tablets, they were not the ancestors of the Holy Clan, but other people.

On each spiritual seat there are three piercing words - Celestial Race!

This demon, whose hands were already full of blood, looked indifferent and speechless.

Sheng Tianxing walked out of the main hall with the Holy Jinling, stepped out of the threshold, and the Holy Jinling looked back at the plaque above the door of the hall - the ancestral shrine!

Saint Jinling suddenly looked at Saint Jinling and shouted, "Patriarch!"

Sheng Tianxing paused slightly, turned his head to look, and said indifferently, "Don't ask!"

Saint Jinling nodded, really didn't speak, shook his head secretly, and followed out of this courtyard, going to another hall in the palace.

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The disciples of the Qin clan who have reached the quasi-emperor realm are all walking outside, the evil Ziyuan is laying out, the dragon hub is investigating, Qin Xiuchen is walking in the wasteland, Qin Jing is taking Ji Wushuang away to the Northern Divine Continent, Qin Lu doesn't know where he went, and Bai Qing went to the Wasteland Divine Mountain to find a way to transform.

Time was passing, the battle of the Emperor Pass was still continuing, Xia Ziyu was looking for the opportunity in the mouth of the Emperor of the Ancient Age, and he was still observing the little boy who disgusted him.

In the Southern Underworld Divine Continent, Phantom Cloud Shu accidentally broke into a large tomb.

There were many coffins in the tomb, and there was an old man with him, who practiced the formation prohibition, and the old man was immersed in the prohibition.

There are mysterious prohibitions on every coffin, and these prohibitions are like a long drought for the old man, and he doesn't know the changes of the outside world.

The old man's name is Dao Yan, and his cultivation is illusory clouds and he can't detect it, but he can enter this big tomb with her, and his cultivation will not be very high.

Even so, Phantom Yunshu's heart did not relax his vigilance, and the fairy sword was always ready to kill the old man in the sea of knowledge.

At the time of the old man Daoyan's comprehension, in the distant tomb, Phantom Yunshu was also comprehending the avenue.

No one has ever entered this big tomb, and the Dao Yun contained in it is extremely rich, and even on top of those coffins, the flowing Dao Dao Yun is also a lot of chance.

The owners of these coffins were extremely powerful in front of them, and they seemed to be the imperial tombs of a cultivating dynasty, and the location of each coffin was extremely suitable for the Great Dao.

According to Phantom Yunshu's estimate, the people buried in these coffins are at least the saint realm, and in the starry sky, they are the power of the immortal monarch realm.

It is impossible to comprehend it thoroughly, only to combine it with what she has gained in the Lingyun Secret Realm before, and fit it in her own avenue, as for more, it can only be engraved in the sea of knowledge first, and as for the current comprehension, it has already been used by her.

Xia Ziyu is advancing, everyone in the Qin clan is advancing, she can't fall behind, although she is not a person from this world, but here she feels the warmth, and there is no sunshine in her heart.

These avenues in front of her are to give her treasures, will she choose to exchange, she is now on her body can be said to have countless opportunities, when she was in the Lingyuan Secret Realm, she has only realized the inheritance of Lan Zun so far, and now she is taking this opportunity to understand.

The Dao power overflowing from these coffins was enough to deepen her understanding of Dao several times, and it was even possible to step into the late stage of the quasi-emperor realm.

Although she has received the inheritance of Lan Zun, she still majored in her own "Vanity Record".

The other Dao inheritances are just building the foundation for the "Flashy Record", once this Dao Dharma is completed, you can enter the peak of the Immortal Emperor Realm, and you can stand on the top of the star dome in succession.

Even the big forces behind her didn't know what the Dao she practiced was, because the "Flashy Record" was not obvious in the early stage, so the family behind her lost interest early, but what those people didn't know was that the later this Dao was made, the more terrifying it became.

After feeling in this tomb for a long time, she felt the profundity of the avenue more and more, and it was not easy to reach the top of the mountain.

Phantom Yunshu became more and more immersed, and the Great Dao Divine Wheel behind her was gradually being completed by him, as if a chaotic light was lit up by a lamp of light.

After she finished feeling the coffin in front of her, she continued to move forward, and the old man Dao Yan, who was left behind by him, was also very happy, and there was no more suitable place for retreat in the entire Southern Underworld Divine Continent.

I'm afraid that the monks of the entire Southern Hellgod Continent can't imagine that on this continent, there is a treasure tomb that no one has discovered, hiding the coffin of the saint monk, engraved with the way of life, maybe there are other treasures, even the coffin of the stronger saint level and the Great Dao.

Moreover, there are still people in retreat.

In the second month of entering it, Phantom Yun Shu opened her eyes again, the fairy light in her eyes flickered, and she counted the time, she was before, in a month's time, she felt the remnants of nearly a hundred saints.

Now she doesn't plan to stay here any longer, she plans to go deeper to take a look, these ways of saints can no longer gain all of her now, maybe she can find an opportunity to break through the realm in the depths.

Walking through the tombs, through the tomb passage, she finally reached the deepest part, behind the dim forehead tomb passage, there was a bright tomb, the tomb was in the shape of a gossip, neatly laid out.

The tomb is lit up like a divine fire that never seems to be extinguished.

Phantom clouds looked around, the space was very large, a full range of a hundred feet, and there was a sacred mountain in the middle, and there was only one side on the top of the mountain, a white jade coffin that was steaming from the cold of the forest.

Looking at the sacred mountain in front of her, as well as the person lying in the coffin, the white-haired old man, she didn't know why, and there was a palpitation in her heart for no reason, and she was a little ......

Creeps!

Phantom Cloud felt a little absurd for a while, and looked at the old man lying in the coffin, his figure flashed, and he swept to the top of the sacred mountain.

The old man was in the coffin, his hair was gray, and his skin was slightly loose, but his face was full of red light and flesh and blood, as if he was alive.

She looked at the old man in the coffin, she didn't know what his identity was, but the clothes on his body were the clothes of the lord of the dynasty of this heaven and earth, majestic and solemn.

As for the origin of this place, she didn't know anything, and she had never heard a word in the mouth of the Qin clan, but looking at these layouts, as well as the traces left by time, it was not very obvious.

Of course, with the blessing of the power of the Great Dao, decay is slow, but the time should not exceed 10,000 years.

Her eyes were firmly fixed on the old man in the coffin, and she didn't feel the slightest qi on this coffin, which made her feel that her cold hairs were standing upside down, and there was a cold force that continued to penetrate into her body.

Phantom Yun Shu comprehended the Dao of nearly a hundred saints, but on the coffin of this old man, he didn't feel the slightest Dao overflowing.

And, in the "Flashy Record" cultivated by Phantom Yunshu, as long as she is a cultivator, or even a dead person, she can feel the Dao Qi one by one, so as to understand it.

But on this old man and even this coffin, Phantom Yunshu didn't feel the slightest.

The old man in front of him was lying in the coffin, and on the surface, it was obvious that he was lifeless and had perished.

Either it is just a mortal who can have no fluctuations of the Dao, and the person who may be buried here and blockaded with a large array cannot be a mortal.

At this moment, a trace of absurd thoughts appeared in Phantom Yunshu's heart that made her feel terrifying, that is, the old man in the coffin in front of her was still alive!

Alive!?

Phantom Yunshu frowned, it was not the first time she had such a thought, when she walked into this tomb, she rose several times, but in the end, she was wiped out in her heart.

It's not impossible.

But in this big tomb, how is it possible!

How can a dead man survive in this tomb?

If he didn't die, then he also said that in the past, he was all introverted and self-styled here, but why is this?

Phantom Yun Shu felt a little incredible, in this heaven and earth, a strong person in the Saint Realm wanted to live for 10,000 years, it was not difficult at all, and it was not impossible to enter the Saint Venerable Realm for such a long time.

She looked at the gray-haired old man, with a trace of doubt in her eyes, and even more dazed.

Originally, she just wanted to come here to experience a road, but she felt as if she had come into contact with a taboo at the moment.

After thinking about it, the fairy light in the eyes flowed, and the jade hand was poked out, and the coffin was opened to find out.

"Little girl, what do you want to do?" Suddenly, a voice that had experienced the vicissitudes of life sounded behind her.

Phantom Cloud Shuyu's hand paused slightly, and immediately retracted, standing in a pavilion, guarded in her heart, she turned her head to look at Dao Yan who was stepping towards the Divine Mountain, "Old man, what are you doing here?"

Dao Yan looked at Phantom Yunshu with a strange face, "I said that you are a girl, you are beautiful and moving, could it be that you want to do the thing of digging people's graves?" ”

Huanyun Shu's delicate and cold face was indifferent, she was already very polite to this old man, but at this moment, there was no politeness in her heart, "A liar, and he also vainly said that he had lost his conscience?"

"Otherwise, old man, you have been in this tomb for a long time, why don't you get out of this tomb, and I invite you to be a guest among the Holy Land clans?

Dao Yan's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly waved his hand, and said with a sneer, "I misunderstood, I only saw the girl stretching out my hand, and I don't want to go to any holy land clan as a guest." ”

He secretly smacked his tongue in his heart, he had long guessed that the origin of this beautiful fairy was not simple, and he never thought that he was a disciple of the Holy Land Clan, if he went, he would not be bombarded and killed, in case it was the Holy Land Clan that had a grudge against him, it was estimated that he would be crushed and scattered.

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the cold white jade coffin, "This seems to be a giant, and his cultivation should have reached the top of heaven and earth, the realm of the Holy Venerable." ”

He looked at the white-haired man in the coffin and said, "This Dao must continue to comprehend the prohibition of the Great Array, don't disturb me, fairy!"

Phantom Cloud snorted coldly and said no more.

Watching Dao Yan lay down prohibitions one by one beside him, he was also guarding himself.

She didn't care about this, but she looked at the old man in the coffin, and her heart was still slightly trembling.

Is it really a holy one?

Thinking about it, she shook her head slightly, retreated to the edge of the Dao Divine Mountain, condensed the seal, and sat on the void.

Her Great Dao Divine Wheel is only a few lights now, and the artistic conception in it still needs her to comprehend and complete.

It's hard to say what realm Xia Ziyu is now, but Shan Lun's comprehension of the Dao is inferior to that of many Emperor Realm masters, and the vision in the Great Dao Divine Wheel is even more shocking.

She doesn't want to be able to achieve that, one step at a time, and believes that one day she will be able to catch up.

The "Flashy Record" she cultivated was extraordinary, and she could comprehend the way of the world, and the way she cultivated was not a weak way, but a way of emptiness.

It's just that now it's just a beginner, when he fought against Si Yueshan at the Tianjiao Conference, relying on the Void Avenue, he was elusive, and it was unspeakably miserable to suppress Si Yueshan.

Cultivators with advanced cultivation can almost tear apart the void, but it is almost impossible to cultivate the path of the void.

Even if they can fight with the power of the Void, it is only borrowed, and unlike her, she is in control.

The point is that she has also cultivated a kind of avenue, which is the power of Taiyin, the blue Taiyin, which can be attacked and defended.

The illusory shadow of the Great Dao Divine Wheel gradually solidified under the perception of the phantom clouds, and the blue full moon in the Divine Wheel was manifesting, and the rest of the Divine Wheel, the chaos was also dissipating.

When half of the chaos in her Great Dao Divine Wheel dissipated, her cultivation could be regarded as entering the late stage of the quasi-emperor realm.

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West Fire Spirit Continent, Lingyang Country, a county town somewhere.

A little boy in ragged clothes walked out of the collapsed old house, smiling and his face covered in soot.

But the sinister smile on his face couldn't be hidden.

He ran into a house, stole a set of clothes, and ran out with his arms in his arms, not forgetting to stain all the clothes of that house as he left.

Changed into a clean suit, stood in front of a shop of scallion pancakes, drooling and staring at the steaming bottom of the pot, the pancakes flipped on it, overflowing with a rich fragrance of shallots, lard, and meat.

The shopkeeper glanced at him with disgust, feeling that it was a bit of an obstacle, affecting his own business, and angrily scolding him for driving people out, the little boy straightened his waist, spread his palms, and signaled that he had money, hoping that the shopkeeper could sell a scallion pancake.

Two copper coins, two pennies!

The man didn't look at him directly, and still angrily scolded him to get out, and when he saw that he was still unwilling to leave, he sat down on the bench and was about to beat him.

Frightened, the little boy quickly ran away.

The shopkeeper's wife pulled the man and said.

The shopkeeper was helpless, muttering something, looking at the little boy who ran away, and looking at him with gloomy eyes.

He only shook his head slightly, everyone has difficulties, today he sold the little boy a scallion pancake for two pennies, what will other people think?

He smiled bitterly in his heart, why don't you know that you come when there are few people to seek?

The young man naturally knew that the shopkeeper had no malicious intentions, but he was still resentful in his heart, grinned, turned around and walked to a shortbread vendor, bought two flatbreads, and had some belongings left in his arms, but he didn't choose to move.

He actually only ate one loaf of bread today to cope with the past, and he did only buy one at first.

But while eating, he began a war between heaven and man, and finally bought another one for a penny.

Then, while eating, he ran to a ruined temple outside the city.

It's just that when he stood in the ruined temple, his tears fell in a hurry.

There was no indifference, just sadness, there was a puppy in the ruined temple, but it was dead and stiff.

Xia Ziyu's expression was slightly moved, and looking at this scene, he sighed secretly in his heart.

He had expected that the cake would be for someone, or for the little boy to eat tomorrow, but he didn't want it to be for a puppy.

The puppy's limbs were broken and he couldn't make a living on his own, so the little boy picked it up, but he didn't expect that after only a few days, the puppy was gone.

The little boy held the puppy in his arms, cried heartbreakingly, found a place outside the ruined temple, buried the puppy, and sat down by the small mound, divided the shortbread in two, and cried while eating.

He thought he had a companion, a companion.

He doesn't trust people, and in his eyes, dogs are more reliable than people.

But now, the puppy is gone.

He was alone again, and he looked at the huge city, and his eyes were cold again, colder and more ruthless than before.

When he had finished eating, he got up, and seemed to regret it, looked at the mound where the puppy was buried, and twisted his arm fiercely, and withdrew his outstretched hand.

"Let's go, buddy, take that cake with you on the way!" The little boy muttered to himself and walked towards the ruined temple.

The little boy, who rarely had a full meal, returned to the broken temple, began to cheer, running around the broken temple all the way, occasionally pulling his head, looking at the little snow in the sky, looking at the lights above the county town, full of envy.

After running wildly, he took advantage of the dark night to leave the ruined temple, there was a family in the city that was quite passable, but there was no carving at the door, but the butter door was pasted with a strange door god, not a person, but a strange shape of the fox.

Instead of squatting, they stand upright, looking up at the sky, as if looking up at the sky.

The little boy sneaked up to the door, and there was a ladder next to the gate, and the little boy hid under a big tree in the distance.

When it was dark, the little boy climbed up the ridge with the ladder, and now he sat and endured the cold wind, and then climbed to the other side of the ridge of the house, but fortunately the snow was very thick, and he was so small that he would not let the tiles loosen or disturb the people below.

Climb to the top of a house, find a pillar, and slide down, which turns out to be an uninhabited mansion.

It's just that the mansion is very clean, and the decoration in the lobby is also a rich family.

The little boy walked to a room, put away his belongings, changed into clean clothes, and went to the ancestral hall, where he stood for a long time.

He returned to the lobby and sat down on the steps of the lobby, looking through the roof of the mansion at the snowflakes flying in the sky.

At this moment, he was full of smiles.

Soon he was wrapped in his clothes and lay asleep on the steps, soon making a slight snoring sound.

Xia Ziyu's figure appeared in the mansion, sitting on the main seat, and turned his head to look at the spiritual seat placed in the hall.

He turned his head to look at the little boy who was sleeping on the top of the steps, his brow furrowed, and he couldn't let go.

Because the little boy in the dream was also difficult to let go, a lot of tears flowed from the corners of his mouth.

The dream kept talking, "Daddy, mother, the child is not well-behaved, are you okay to come back?"

In the midst of the whimper, the little boy laughed and slept soundly and sweetly, harmless to humans and animals.