It is often said in the world that vision determines a person's pattern, and the pattern determines a person's destiny.

For example, Li Zimu at this time, he saw a big battle, he thought that he had insight into the pattern of this world with his own vision, but he didn't know that what he saw was just the last branches and leaves.

It is precisely because of this that his estimation of himself is somewhat high.

And naturally, Li Zimu couldn't help but feel that even though the difference between a king-level powerhouse and an emperor-level powerhouse was extremely far away, but with his spiritual power that could penetrate a radius of several miles, he still believed that he was extremely powerful.

Of course, he didn't know that divine sense probing was only the most subtle application of spiritual power, after all, compared to the consumption of spiritual attacks, this was really negligible.

Therefore, naturally, when one's divine consciousness has a feeling of hitting a wall everywhere in this small cave, it still makes it very incredible.

Of course, when encountering abnormal things, Li Zimu generally does not choose to ignore them easily, because when he was sure to integrate into this world, he had already opened his curiosity of infinite exploration.

He searched for a long time, peeling back the cocoon again and again, especially the power attached to the cave wall, which made him feel a deep sense of familiarity in the strange.

So, his spiritual power began to collide with it again and again, provocatively suppressed over and over again, and slowly he felt the murderous aura, which couldn't help but make him even more excited.

In this way, his spiritual power attacked the strength of the stone wall again and again, and slowly he felt tired, but at this time he was extremely excited, because in the murderous aura was wrapped in wisps of sword energy, but this sword energy not only existed but also seemed to be substantial.

Listening to his grandfather's story, he once again released his spiritual power to entangle and fight with him, and this is the real reason why Li Zimu's battle spirit has become so substantial in just a few hours.

Of course, none of this anyone knows. And this is the fundamental reason why many geniuses have to choose to join a more powerful tribe even if they can grow up slowly in their own tribe.

Thinking about it, if Li Tiewolf's cultivation level was stronger, powerful enough to be stronger than Li Zimu's divine sense, then he would naturally be clear about everything that happened to Li Zimu at this time, and at such a time, he could better guide Li Zimu to stride forward.

But the reality is often so cruel, and some people are destined to move forward by groping again and again.

It was this hard fight again and again that made Li Zimu finally see the knife in the cave, the long knife that looked broken but exuded a strange light.

"Grandpa, I'm going to get it, okay?"

Looking at his grandfather, watching him slowly change from surprise and stunned to passionate, Li Zimu still couldn't help but ask with pride, he knew that the knife was not simple, and this was the reason why he had to take off the knife.

Since you don't take the usual path, let's start with this moment!

This is what is required of himself, but no one knows, and this is even more cruel to himself.

"Good, good, great......"

Looking at such a kid Mu, Li Tiewolf was a little excited, how many years, he didn't remember, he only knew that although the knife was broken, it was extremely powerful, and this was the fundamental reason why this place became the armory and hero's tomb of the Iron Wolf Blood Mansion.

Piff is innocent and guilty, this is the final definition of this cave back then.

He didn't know how powerful that knife was, but he knew that once others knew about this cave and this knife, then it might be a trivial matter if the knife was not guaranteed, and it was likely that in the end, even the foundation he had worked so hard to build might not be guaranteed, and he might even be wiped out.

So from the very beginning, Li Mengyao regarded this place as a place to bury heroes and place weapons, he was not only to hide people's eyes, but he also wanted to let the heroes of his clan finally sleep with the holy weapon with this land, this is all this, and only the patriarchs of the past dynasties, that is, the governors of the prefecture know.

You must know that Li Mengyao had indescribable emotions for this cave and the knife in this cave, otherwise how could his natal weapon be extremely similar to the broken knife.

It's just that he has spent his whole life, so in the end, he can't take off that knife at the peak of the Great Perfection of Soul Fusion.

This is the most of the three major regrets in his life, and it is also the fundamental reason why he finally had to choose to lower his stubborn and never admit defeat.

This is the sorrow of a small tribe, and this is also the biggest helplessness of a small tribe.

It's just that who would have thought that thousands of years later, when all the patriarchs gradually forgot about that holy artifact, when it was just a taboo place. Who would have thought that a child who had just passed the age of one would find it and recognize it?

This may be the fundamental reason why Li Tiewolf had tears in his eyes at this time, and he couldn't help but feel excited when he looked at Li Zimu who was walking towards the depths of the cave step by step.

Twenty zhang, nineteen zhang, eighteen zhang......

Looking at the long knife that was getting closer and closer, Li Zimu's desire became stronger and stronger. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but at this time he was full of endless energy, wanting to move forward step by step to conquer such a broken knife.

He didn't know why the knife was in the deepest part of the cavern, and he didn't know what he liked about the tattered looking knife, but he couldn't say it, he just wanted it.

Time has gone from the cold and windy morning to the afternoon, and from the afternoon to the night, but Li Zimu, who is small and looks like he may fall down with every step, still persists.

Li Tiewolf left, it wasn't that he wanted to leave, he was more eager than anyone else to see his little grandson successfully take down the knife, but as the head of the mansion, he had a lot of things to do, and at dusk, when he saw Yao Jia and Luo Xun, who had been guarding there for a long time outside the cave, he left with confidence.

In fact, Li Tiewolf is not very clear about how powerful Yao Jia and Luo Xun are, he just knows that the other party is at the same level as himself, but in terms of strength, he knows that he is not the opponent of the other party.

Ironic, right?

Reality is sometimes like this, in the big tribe, even if it is just a small child, but when he walks into the small tribe, he may be invincible, this is the reality.

Therefore, looking at the two little Loli who don't know how long they have been guarding outside the cave, Li Tiewolf's eyes are full of bitterness and deep reassurance, after all, they seem to be more reassuring than themselves.

Time has night to day, and then day to night, slowly, Yao Jia and Luo Xun's eyes couldn't help but rise worry.

They are Li Zimu's followers, so they can clearly feel the changes in Li Zimu's life breath, they don't eat or drink for two consecutive days, they don't sleep, even if they can't feel it, but thinking about the powerful strength, the two can also feel deep pressure.

Just when the two were struggling with whether to pull out their little master, the two of them had heart palpitations for some reason.

"He, he, little boy, little boy, he unexpectedly, he broke through again!"

Looking at each other, Yao Jia became a little incoherent, I don't know what he was fuss about, but the small figure not far away suddenly opened up several heavenly veins in a row, which shocked them.

"Five heavenly veins have been opened in a row, well, it looks like our little Mu Mu is not simple!"

Finally, even the cold and arrogant Luo Xun also spoke, although she showed a calm look, but the flashing bright eyes still betrayed her.

And Li Zimu actually didn't know all this, he was just deeply unwilling after two days and two nights of struggle, after becoming more and more tired and desperate.

And at this moment, he thought of the 'Pangu Open Heaven Formula' and couldn't help but grit his teeth and insist, and slowly used the method recorded in the 'Pangu Open Heaven Formula' to run the qi and blood of his whole body, and all he felt was profound and exciting.

In this way, he stepped forward again, and at this time, the distance from the long knife in front of him was only three feet away.

Looking at the long knife that was getting closer and closer in front of him, a resolute smile flashed on Li Zimu's little stubborn little face, and the eyes that were already very smart and bright seemed to flash a strange light unconsciously.

It's just that unconsciously, there are two more people behind him, two little Loli with amazing faces and buds waiting to be released.

Time: One day, two days, three days......

In the blink of an eye, it has been seven days, and in the past few days, in addition to Li Tiewolf, who appears from time to time, there is also a Li Haoran couple who are silently guarding the side.

They saw their young son's self-satisfaction and perseverance, but there was a deep sense of guilt in this pride. Especially Yi Qingxuan, as a woman who grew up in a big family, her guilt is even more incomprehensible.

Does the son have a talent?

She knew that there was, after all, that powerful spiritual attack was more precious to her than anyone else knew.

But now, she can only watch helplessly, watching her child move forward step by step, watching her child groping and growing up full of scars.

She couldn't tell whether the knife was good or bad, but the powerful power spread still made her feel extraordinary.

If it is in his own family, if there is a master like his ancestor by his side, do his children still need to struggle and fight with their mental strength again and again?

The answer made her full of self-blame and distress.

It was another cold and windy night, looking at his son who was standing quietly in the depths of the cave, looking at the long knife that was one step away, and slowly Yi Qingxuan had an impulse, an impulse to push his son.

But she could only endure it, watching, looking at the little body that was getting tougher and tougher, and slowly, once again took a small step forward.

It's a small step, but it's a full day, and it's incredible, and it's so hard.

The night, unconsciously, deepened, the wind, I don't know when it became wanton.

And at this moment, a low and full of endless vicissitudes of war song sounded. The oppressive and endless power of the war song was like the fierce wind of this cold night, wanton and chaotic, until it blew into the depths of Li Zimu's heart.

The knife is inseparable, and the person is separated from the relatives......