Qiao Yuan's cultivation is not weak, and that woman is even more powerful, and her strength is enough to crush everyone here.

However, in the time of a stick of incense, most of the people had already fallen on the spot.

But these people are just the vanguard, and after the situation is discovered, someone has already set up a temporary teleportation array.

The teleportation light flickered, and one after another figures appeared out of thin air a hundred miles away, and in the blink of an eye, more than twenty monks gathered.

Those people are extremely strong, and this vanguard is not a grade at all compared to them.

"It's you!"

The woman's eyes looked into the distance, and when she saw a young man dressed in black among those people, a cold killing intent burst out from his body, as if if he didn't kill him, the sky would be frozen, and the earth would be cracked by ice.

Qiao Yuan felt that killing intent, even if she was his mother, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and the chill was in his bones.

Turning his head to look, when he saw the young man in black, Qiao Yuan's eyes instantly turned blood-red, and that person was the murderer of his father.

"I've been looking for so many years, but I didn't expect you to hide in such a wild place, the proud daughter of the sky back then, but now she has fallen to this, and this seat is not worth it for you. ”

The black-clothed young man took a step forward, directly across a hundred miles, and came to a thousand feet away from them.

The woman didn't speak again, and with a wave of her hand, it was an earth-shattering magic technique, roaring like thunder, and the two immediately fought together.

Qiao Yuan also rushed forward, but his cultivation was too far behind the two of them, and in just a moment, he was seriously injured and repulsed.

The woman's expression changed, and she immediately stepped back and grabbed his wrist, shouting anxiously.

"Xiaoyuan!"

Qiao Yuan's consciousness was close to drowsy, and he opened his eyes in a trance, but he just saw a wide sword as black as ink disappear in a flash, and suddenly pierced the back of the woman's heart.

"Mother!"

In an instant, his consciousness came to his senses, tears blurred his vision, and he reached out to touch her face, but his hand was warm and sticky blood.

"Live well...... Live well...... Stay alive ......"

A burst of intermittent words came into his ears, but he saw a spatial vortex suddenly appear behind him, quickly swallowing him into it and disappearing without a trace.

The familiar darkness struck, like a reincarnation, like a rebirth, and when he woke up again, what he saw was a dark canopy.

There are a few stars that emit a faint light hanging on the canopy, and looking at it from a distance, people unconsciously feel a sense of insignificance and loneliness.

Qiao Yuan turned around and glanced around, and a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, he was standing in the starry sky, there was no planet nearby, only countless gravel large and small, as if all the planets in the vicinity had exploded.

Closing his eyes, a scene suddenly flashed in Qiao Yuan's mind.

He was dressed in silver armor and held a golden spear, and everywhere he went, all the Xiuzhen stars collapsed, the spear soared like a golden dragon, and hundreds of millions of monks turned into dead souls, mourning all over the wilderness, leaving only the back of the world dominant.

Thinking of all this, Qiao Yuan's heart was shocked, and he looked down at his hands, but he was already in a blood debt.

Hatred made him lose his mind, in order to avenge his father and mother, Qiao Yuan devoted himself to cultivation for thousands of years, and finally stood at the peak of this starry sky.

The enemies of the year have long been slaughtered by him, and even he used secret methods to find all the descendants of the enemy, but if there is a little blood connection, he has ruthlessly wiped them out.

After killing the enemy, Qiao Yuan was already completely engulfed by hatred and dominated by killing, but whenever he encountered a Xiuzhen star, he would completely destroy it, leaving no life.

In the end, he was the only one left in this starry sky, and the stars that emitted a faint light in the distance, reflecting each other in the distance, making him even more lonely and lonely.

"Mother...... Father...... , Xiaoyuan is here to accompany you!"

Qiao Yuan lowered his head, and two lines of blood and tears slowly slipped from the corners of his eyes.

There are no more people in this world who he remembers, and there are no people he hates, and there is no point in living.

After saying that, he raised the golden gun in his hand and stabbed it into his chest.

But just as the golden spear was about to pierce into the flesh and blood, a cool feeling emanated from the dantian and quickly swam all over his body.

Qiao Yuan's heart was shocked, and confusion and struggle suddenly appeared in his eyes.

But slowly, the confusion and struggle were suppressed by hatred and killing, and his hand continued to press down.

The blood flowing from his chest not only did not stop him, but only stimulated his murderous heart even more.

Qiao Yuan's eyes instantly turned blood-red, and as soon as his right hand was forced, he was about to pierce his heart.

But at this moment, a warm current overflowed from the dantian, and at the same time, a gentle and doting voice suddenly sounded in his heart.

"Live well...... Live well...... Stay alive ......"

Hearing this voice, Qiao Yuan's expression was shocked, the blood red in his eyes receded in an instant, and the two lines of tears could not stop slipping.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the warm current immediately flowed through his whole body, and at the same time, it was accompanied by a cool feeling, which slowly washed away the deep-rooted hatred in his heart.

Qiao Yuan's eyes suddenly flashed with a bright light, and his expression gradually returned to normal.

At the last moment, he finally got rid of the control of hatred and woke up from the test of his demons.

To tell the truth, this test of the heart demon is more than a hundred times more dangerous than the last time, if it weren't for the last moment, Haixin Dan and Qingling Fruit played a role, plus the help of the little gourd, he would definitely be more than lucky.

But this experience made him seem to have spent several lifetimes as long.

Growing up in warmth and love, and perishing in killing and hatred, Qiao Yuan's state of mind instantly rose to an extremely high level.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and said in silence.

"My heart is strong, my heart is unshakable, and one day, I will find my father and mother, whether they are still alive in this world or not. ”

After a while, Qiao Yuan slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was no longer a dark starry sky, but a golden space, which was the inside of the sarcophagus.

He breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, although his body was full of energy, his mind was extremely tired.

After a while, Qiao Yuan suddenly frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

Obviously, he has passed the test of demons, and it stands to reason that he has successfully married a baby, but why now, there is no feeling of being a baby.

As soon as he thought of this, he saw a white-clothed figure suddenly appear in front of him.

Qiao Yuan looked up, his expression changed slightly, and standing in front of him was an extremely handsome young man.

His body shape and appearance were exactly the same as those of Fu Zhao Xianjun, but his hair was as white as snow.

Qiao Yuan thought that this person was guarding his heart at first, but he could make contact with his gaze, but after seeing the vicissitudes contained in his eyes, he immediately changed his mind.

The body shape and appearance can change, but the vicissitudes of life cannot be faked, if he is not mistaken, this person should be the Fuzhao Immortal Monarch himself.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yuan's eyelids couldn't help jumping, and a bad premonition gradually rose.

He quickly got up and stepped back, and when he glanced at it, he realized that although this place was exactly the same as the inside of the sarcophagus, it was not a real space.

Just when Qiao Yuan was frightened, Fu Zhao Xianjun spoke, his tone was softer, revealing an inexplicable appreciation.

"What's your name?"

"Hui Xianjun, the junior is named Qiao Yuan. ”

No matter what, he couldn't be rude to the immortals, so he hurriedly bent down and bowed and replied respectfully.

When Fu Zhao Immortal Jun heard this name, his eyes flashed, and a rather strange look appeared on his face, and he pondered for a while before continuing to speak.

"Your name reminds me of an old man, just dedicate your body, and I will find a new body for you. ”

Hearing this, how could Qiao Yuan still not understand what was going on, Fu Zhao Immortal Jun was going to take away his physical body.

Although he had a bad premonition, he didn't expect this to be the case, he had just formed a perfect primordial baby, and no matter what, he couldn't give up his physical body.

But before Qiao Yuan could resist, he saw that with a wave of Zhao Xianjun's sleeves, golden chains appeared out of thin air around him, binding his whole person.

"Don't worry, this gentleman is what he says, and when he leaves this place, he will definitely find a new body for you. ”

Fu Zhao Xianjun walked forward slowly, pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and saw Qiao Yuan struggling for a moment, his eyes darkened, and he passed out.

The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, even if the Immortal Monarch has been sitting for ten thousand years, the wisp of soul he retains is still not something Qiao Yuan can fight against.

Inside the sarcophagus, Qiao Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged under the Ten Thousand Forbidden Tower, trembled slightly with his eyelashes and slowly opened his eyes.

The moment his eyes opened, a storm swept through the place suddenly, accompanied by an extremely powerful coercion, and the surrounding space faintly appeared distorted under this coercion.

Shouxin, who had always been on the side, saw this scene, his expression immediately changed, and his eyes showed indescribable excitement and ecstasy, and he immediately fell to his knees.

"Disciple keep your heart, meet the master!"

"Alas, you've worked hard all these years. ”

Qiao Yuan let out a long sigh, with a kind look on his face that did not match his age, and said slowly.

Shouxin raised his head, only to see that the smile on his face was extremely bright, but tears were dripping down.

"If the master can survive, even if the disciple waits for another ten thousand years, it is not hard. ”

Qiao Yuan's eyes were full of exhaustion, and he didn't speak again, his gaze fell on the already decaying corpse in the crystal coffin, and he couldn't help but sigh lightly.

When he was trapped in the Netherworld, due to the lack of immortal aura, the passage of Shouyuan accelerated, so that his limit came tens of thousands of years earlier.

Fu Zhao Xianjun was unwilling to fall like this, and after thinking and meditating, he finally came up with a plan to hide from the sky and cross the sea.

That is to condense a wisp of split soul, seal it with a secret method, store it in the Ten Thousand Forbidden Tower, and use the time rules of the Ten Thousand Forbidden Towers to avoid the liquidation of the Heavenly Dao.

You must know that all things in heaven and earth have a limit on longevity, which is the law of heaven and cannot be changed.

Once the longevity of the Immortal Monarch is exhausted, both his body and soul will dissipate, including the soul he has condensed.

However, because the rules of time in the Ten Thousand Forbidden Towers are not the same as the laws of nature, the soul has been sealed in the tower for a year, and the outside world has spent a hundred years.

In such a period of 10,000 years, in fact, the split soul has only spent a hundred years, and it is precisely in this way that the split soul has been concealed from the laws of heaven and has retained a trace of the possibility of resurrection.