Stand on the top of the idol mountain and look at the sky from afar.

Suddenly, a wisp of sadness came to his heart, and then he wrapped his eyebrows, and wrote a faint nostalgia on his face.

That's homesickness.

It is said that the white clouds and dogs are easy to grow old. Only by experiencing it can I deeply feel that the time that flies is like a playful stream, gone forever.

The closer he got to his hometown, the more Wang Zimo missed the familiar bricks and tiles.

"I wonder if the people in the village still remember ......"

The tired body went through all kinds of hardships, and finally returned to his hometown after a long absence.

Yao thought that in order to avoid Dai Xiaomo's entanglement, he followed Mingbao to Baiyun Temple. Time flies, looking back carefully, the two years of time are uneventful, only the beginning and the end, and there is always a danger of life. But she never thought that at the most dangerous time, it was she who saved herself.

And more than once!

Scold!

Is this a trick from heaven?

Dai Xiaomo......

Wang Zimo took a deep breath and slowly turned his head.

Looking around, the mountains are jade, and the Baiyun Temple of Jincheng has long been invisible, and it is even more impossible to see the evil clouds shrouded in the Baiyun Temple.

"I'm gone, and no one will be able to reinsert the Xuanyang Sword back, the devil...... If you run out, your life will be ruined......" Looking at Prince Sanhezhuang, Mo hesitated in his heart.

"Do you want to go back and try it again and insert the Xuanyang Sword back?"

Dao's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he hesitated. Especially those eyes, full of guilt and unbearable for the uncontrollable. This expression lasted only a brief moment, and as the pain of the wound touched every nerve, those eyes were instantly replaced by angry flames.

"What about the misery of the living? Let the entire Jincheng be buried with Ximeng!"

Hakuba Pavilion!

Hum!

If it weren't for your disciples, how could I pull out the Xuanyang Sword to protect myself?

These sanctimonious hypocrites, ambushes halfway, throwing stones, and all kinds of small tricks.

Good for you, old man!

In this life, it is inseparable from the White Horse Pavilion!

Gradually, a fierce color appeared in the corners of Wang Zimo's eyes, he never thought that the White Horse Pavilion would be so unrelenting. He even wanted the demon to come out now, turn Jincheng into a demon cave, and let the woman in black suffer from the demon erosion!

"Hmph, what's the point if you don't have vitality?"

Wang Zimo glanced at the black iron rod in his hand, since he violently beat the Sanyang Dao people, he was even more convinced that the anger outside the spiritual platform could be stored in the black iron rod, and his spiritual sense was not without spiritual sense, but his spiritual sense was very powerful.

"Very powerful!" repeated the prince.

It's the end of another long summer month.

Looking down at the tall archway at the entrance of Sanhezhuang Village, Wang Zimo suddenly felt a lot of emotion in his heart. He escaped death for three days and two nights, and finally saw his long-lost hometown before dark.

"Goo, goo......"

Suddenly my stomach growled.

Rushing overnight, coupled with the sneak attack of the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion halfway, the whole body was already on the verge of collapse.

Now he only felt as if his whole body had suddenly been emptied, and the majestic hunger pang was like a surging wave crushing his body.

Drained!

He has indeed been emptied now, the vitality beads in the storage bag given by Ming Bao have been emptied, the vitality in the sea of qi has also been emptied, the body without food in his belly has been emptied, and his spirit has been emptied in order to avoid the pursuit of the White Horse Pavilion......

The hypocritical cultivation fell from the early stage of the Holy Formation to the early stage of the Liberation of Mengmeng, and he lost two great realms.

The prince was determined that if the only little attribute vitality left in his sea of qi was exhausted, he would still be a wasted person!

Food...... Venison...... Poison...... Sneak attack!

"White Horse Pavilion, very good!"

Wang Zimo narrowed his eyes, arched his back like a frightened cat, every inch of skin and even every hair became nervous, and his eyes were suddenly full of vigilance, for fear that the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion would catch up.

Sweat poured out, and his will collapsed.

That's a craving for food!

The bloody images inevitably reappeared in Wang Zimo's mind.

At this moment, those bloody sadness are no longer important, he just wants to be able to eat food, not to be cold and hot, not to be dry and wet, as long as he can swallow it in his stomach, he can continue to live.

Sanhezhuang is full of smoke, and it is time for dinner.

The prince shrugged his nose and sniffed, touched his stomach and suddenly smiled.

The will to survive drove him, and he instantly forgot the pain in his whole body, and jumped towards his home after two years of absence.

"Daji!"

In the distance, Wang Zimo saw a familiar figure at the head of the village.

"Zimo?" Wang Ji turned his head suspiciously, and suddenly raised his arms and shouted loudly: "Who asked you to come back!

When the prince silently fantasized and stood under the archway with joy, he found that the king who had been thinking about it for a long time was actually covered with blood like himself, and his body was full of bloody wounds.

Wang Zimo even saw Bai Sensen's bone stubble on his brother's left shoulder.

"Poof!

A heart beat wildly, throbbing in the chest.

"Go back, they're going to burn you dead!"

"What happened?"

Wang Zimo cocked his toes to wipe his brother's wounds, and happened to see Liu Hongyuan, who was on the other side, rolling his eyes white, tilting his head as if sleepwalking, and leaning over leisurely.

"Ugh!"

Fingertips made handprints on his chest, but the sea of qi was like a pool of stagnant water, and there was no response.

"How...... Doesn't work?"

Thinking that the handprint was wrong, Wang Zimo repeated it again, and the sea of qi was still unwavering. What the hell is going on? Wang Zimo touched the black iron rod on his back with his right hand, his eyes full of fear.

This fear does not originate from Liu Hongyuan, but the fear of the unknown.

I don't know why, the mudra can't mobilize the vitality in the sea of qi, and what's even more terrifying is that the black iron rod seems to have been suppressed, and the anger outside the spirit platform has become uncontrollable.

In case the White Horse Pavilion ...... at this time

This phenomenon was quickly captured by Wang Ji.

He was calm, and the long knife in his hand shook hard, and he slashed backwards with a string of blood beads. In an instant, Liu Hongyuan's head flew up like a ball, and "Gollum" rolled into the ditch by the side of the road with blood beads.

Knife!

The people of Sanhe Zhuang are simple and simple, they have never seen such a cold and cold atmosphere, and when he was a child, Wang Zimo only saw all kinds of weapons such as "knives", "guns", "swords" and "halberds" in shadow puppetry. When he grew up, the White Horse Pavilion taught him all kinds of weapons!

What to do, what if it does come?

It was okay just now, well, it must be so, there must be something wrong with Sanhezhuang, and it can suppress my cultivation!

After figuring it out, Wang Zimo was no longer afraid, and he could still run and fight when he got out of Sanhezhuang. It's the Sanhezhuang that I thought about for a long time, what happened?

So weird!

The smell of blood was thick in the air.

This blood is different from the bloody heat of the living, and the humidity is steaming and rushing to the face. On the contrary, it is similar to the cold pig's blood eaten in the winter moon, lifeless and without any vitality.

Wang Zimo looked at the tip of the knife that was still dripping with scarlet blood, and then at his brother whose face was covered with blood. Seeing such a thing with his own eyes, that young heart was suddenly deeply impacted.

Daji has killed someone!

Da Ji actually killed someone!

He repeated it in his mind over and over again. Even if he had just experienced life and death, he had not had time to witness the violent impact of Wang Ji's hand falling from his knife.

But Liu Hongyuan was so weird just now, it was he who killed Da Ji first, and Da Ji would kill him.

Therefore, Liu Hongyuan is innocent of his death!

In a short period of time, Wang Zimo's attitude towards the enemy underwent a subversive change.

Ever since refining the Yuan Qi Bead in the back mountain of Jincheng, the distorted face has never been able to disperse in his head, and he has never killed anyone again.

Just yesterday, he still had compassion for the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion, and at this moment, that pity disintegrated inch by inch in front of his eyes, revealing the unadorned and naked killing in the depths of his heart.

How so, not like this!

What was waiting for him should be a warm and delicious meal and the careful care of his parents, he had just experienced life and death, and he had escaped death from the pursuit of the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion, and it should be safe and warm when he returned home.

But......

It's not what it seems. He just escaped from a nightmare, only to fall into another killing that he wanted to escape but couldn't.

At this time, he must let his younger brother know that when facing the enemy, he should never hesitate to end the battle in the shortest possible time.

Otherwise, the wounds on your body will make you understand that mercy will bury you with your own hands!

"Are Mom and Dad safe?"

"With me guarding, they are safe!" Wang Wei was very nervous, kept looking back at the messy village, and urged Wang Zimo to leave quickly, "Don't come back!"

"I'm amazing. ”

Wang Zimo was pushed and shoved by Wang Ji, and kept repeating that he should not come back.

"I'm amazing. ”

"Let's go, you go and hide in the cave in the back mountain for a while. I still have to clean up the mess during the day, and let the Yin family bring you food first! Remember, don't come back!"

"I'm amazing!"

"What?"

"I said, I'm amazing!" Wang Zimo was angry, kicked the soles of his feet hard, and his whole body popped backwards like a cannonball, knocking the unsuspecting Wang Ji to the ground.

He didn't expect that he would hurt Wang Ji with a slight jump.

Seeing his brother lying on the ground on his back and lying on his back, covering his shoulders and grinning, Wang Zimo suddenly pulled up his heart and liver, endured the wound of his right leg stretched open by force, and hurriedly ran over to help Wang Ji up.

But I heard a scolding from behind me.

"Stand there and don't move!"

The cold voice came from Han Tianhong's mouth.

One word at a time, the words are like iron nails hitting stones. He quickly moved between Wang Zimo and Wang Ji, and the sharp arrow flashed cold, resting on the gilded vine bow, aiming at Wang Zimo's dazed heart.

"Don't move! I'll shoot you if you move again!"

Just now, he only cared about driving Wang Zimo out of here, and he didn't put his mind on his younger brother. It wasn't until Wang Zimo was discovered by Han Tianhong that Wang Jian knew that he could no longer hide, that he carefully looked at his own brother.

His unkempt hair was covered with mud, and his chubby and white little face had become thin as wood.

Wang Ji's chest was suddenly suffocated, his heart was like a knife, and he regretted sending his younger brother to Baiyun Temple. Looking at Wang Zimo again, the whole left leg was unnaturally dragging behind him, like a marionette with a broken string, just looking at it made me feel unbearable pain.

Especially the hideous and terrible wound on the back, the bruise mixed with the dust, I can't bear to look at it directly!

In an instant, Wang Ji's chest was sullen.

"Ah——! who is it?

He couldn't suppress the long howl in the sky, hoping to exchange this howl for his guilt towards his brother.