Bang!

Lightning was like a dragon, tearing the sky.

On the ground, Jin Ge collided, and no less than ten million armies roared and rushed into the distance.

The chaotic crowds, the heart-rending cries of children, and the bloody battlefields are presented like floating lights.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaoman was in the midst of a chaotic army, at a loss.

Where is this?

He watched the sergeant wearing the standard armor of the Great Xia Border not far away being torn apart by a monster beast like a giant rat that came out of the ground, and his heart was inexplicably sad, and he couldn't help but let out a roar like a beast's roar from his mouth, clenching the spear in his hand and stabbing forward.

The giant rat fell to the ground with a scream, but countless demon beasts rushed out of the ground, and above the nine heavens, an army with wings on its back and armor appeared, mixed with black clouds and mist, and its eyes were indifferent and killed to the ground, killing the tens of millions of troops who had already been waiting in formation.

In the distance, Jiang Xiaoman saw Jiang Ye, who was wearing a dark iron battle suit, fighting against the Jiang Zi military banner on his shoulder, fighting to the point of madness with a sword in hand, and a cyan luan bird hovered beside him, tearing the feathered demon beast that flew over and wanted to sneak attack Jiang Ye.

Above the nine heavens, an immortal corpse fell to the ground, and golden immortal blood sprinkled like rain.

"Daddy, mother, where are you?" Jiang Xiaoman looked at the battlefield like Shura's hell, screamed loudly, and kept swinging the spear in his hand, but there was not a single demon beast that was his enemy.

Here, he seems to be invincible, the gentian silver spear in his hand can tear through the void and pierce the nine heavens, and around Jiang Xiaoman, he is tightly guarded by soldiers in red and dark armor, constantly rushing and killing, constantly advancing.

Blood-stained the earth, a green lotus roared and rolled up the red magma as vast as the sea from the ground to the sky, and then, the lotus leaves soaked in scarlet blood fell and withered.

There was a red giant bird surrounded by flames and flew up to the sky with a long roar, Jiang Xiaoman recognized this giant bird, it was the sacred bird called the Vermilion Bird on the totem of their Jiang clan in the Southern Regions, and the raging fire erupted from the mouth of the Vermilion Bird, reflecting half of the sky, and the fire filled the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

Farther away, a giant beast that looked like a snake and a turtle came out from the claws of the Nine Shadows, roared angrily, opened its huge mouth, and a column of water as cold as a river shot out, turning the ground into a vast sea in an instant, drowning countless black and oppressive demon beasts.

There are tigers roaring, dragons roaring, beasts roaring, phoenixes roaring, and there are more incredible beings fighting each other in the depths.

Suddenly, a green light emerged from Jiang Xiaoman's body and landed on the ground.

Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, a willow tree sprouted and pulled its limbs, but in just a few seconds, it turned into a thousand zhang in size, and the willow branches rolled up Jiang Xiaoman like a dragon, placing him on the towering canopy.

"Little Man'er, calm down, all this is a dream, an illusion!"

A voice of vicissitudes of aging sounded in Jiang Xiaoman's ears, this voice was extremely familiar to him, it belonged to the voice of Grandpa Liu who told him countless interesting stories when he was a child and then disappeared.

"Grandpa Liu, is that you?"

Jiang Xiaoman stood on the canopy of the tree, his eyes slightly squinted at the distant earth, where the smoke was full but there was a fire, and he vaguely seemed to see a white giant tiger with a body of thousands of feet and huge claws striking the sky, cracking through the sky and shattering the heavens and stars......

He asked softly, his voice calm and calm.

It seems that at this moment, he is not the optimistic and cheerful teenager, but the supreme of this heaven and earth, with the state of mind that Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and did not change color.

"Are you still affected?" the old willow tree muttered to himself, and then the willow branches danced, and some catkins fell, falling into the eyes of the young man, and then, it snorted softly, and its voice was like thunder: "Jiang Xiaoman, don't come back to your senses yet!"

"Hmm, where am I......" Jiang Xiaoman rubbed his eyes, his voice was extremely lazy, and he turned back to the somewhat optimistic and somewhat stupid young man, only to find that the blood-colored battlefield that made him throb was gone, and he hesitated, and found that he was standing on the crown of a towering willow tree at this moment, and said in a little confusion: "Grandpa Liu, just now, you were calling me?"

Suddenly, he realized something, and said with some surprise: "Grandpa Liu, didn't my mother say that you went to a far place?

"Far away?" the old willow smiled bitterly, was silent for a while, and said slowly: "Indeed, I went to a far away place... Xiao Man'er, do you miss Grandpa Liu?"

"Naturally, I want to, I think about the story that Grandpa Liu hasn't finished telling me yet!" Jiang Xiaoman said with a smile, sitting cross-legged on the willow branches, and was at ease with the encounter.

"Grandpa Liu, ......what was that scene just now?"

He couldn't help but be a little puzzled, the mountains and rivers collapsed, even the immortals fell from the nine heavens, and the blood stained the earth, that scene seemed to have happened in real time, what was it.

"Water Moon Mirror Flower, one of the supreme inheritances of my Wood Demon Clan, is both an illusion and a deduction. The willow branches swayed, and finally thousands of wickers condensed together and turned into the appearance of the willow emperor, the old man looked at Jiang Xiaoman and said with a chuckle.

"You, are you a demon?" Jiang Xiaoman looked at the old man, his lips slightly opened, incredible.

"Hehe, yes, I'm a demon. The old man said softly, then sighed and said, "It's just a demon who should have returned to dust and dust, but he is unwilling, leaving only a wisp of remnant soul." ”

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Liu Huang also sat down cross-legged, stretched out his hand, the scene suddenly changed, the birds sang and the flowers were fragrant, and there was no longer the desolation from earlier.

"Why are you afraid? Grandpa Liu, you accompany me and Sister Mo Li to tell stories, you are not annoyed that we play in the temple, even if you are a demon, you must be a good monster. Jiang Xiaoman also laughed happily, he looked at the old man, thought about it and then said seriously: "My mother told me that this mountain, stone, bird and beast may change into a demon by chance, but the demon also has a good heart, just like people, they are also good and bad." ”

"Did Mei'er say that?hehe, this girl..."Hearing Jiang Xiaoman say this, the old man's eyes were full of kindness, he stroked his beard lightly, and then said with a serious expression: "Listen to Xiao Man'er, I don't have much time to manifest, you have to keep in mind every word of what I want to say to you next, but don't mention it to outsiders, you know?"

"Hmm, I remember!" Jiang Xiaoman saw that the old man was extremely serious, and he also put away his smile and nodded seriously.

For some reason, he just couldn't raise a trace of defense against this Grandpa Liu, and vaguely, he remembered that when he was very young, on a rainy night, this old man once said that it seemed that he was his grandfather.

If it's a grandfather, isn't this Grandpa Liu his mother's father?

"Grandpa Liu, is it, is it, are you...?" Jiang Xiaoman was a little nervous, he felt that his voice was a little trembling, a little unbelievable.

Why, if he is really his grandfather, why has he refused to recognize his mother and tell himself for so many years?

Countless thoughts flashed through the boy's mind, and his breathing inevitably became a little rapid.

It's just that Jiang Xiaoman didn't want to think about it too much, and the old man's voice sounded again, this time in a hurry.

At this moment, as the old man said, he is just a wisp of remnant soul, and there is really not much time left.

"Fang Cai, as you can see, it is a possible derivation of the future that I deduced with the water moon mirror flower, presented in your dream, it is a dream, it is not a dream, it may come true, or it may just be an illusion.

As I said, the Water Moon Mirror Flower is one of the six supreme secret techniques that have been passed down from generation to generation by my Wood Demon Clan, in addition, there are also moving mountains, covering the sea, drawing the ground as a prison, and referring to the three thousand and the mirror to stop the water.

If it is not for me, the Wood Demon Emperor cannot be inherited, these six secret techniques have been imprinted into your sea of knowledge, with your cultivation now the day after tomorrow, you can already learn and master the art of moving mountains, and the remaining five secret techniques will awaken when you cultivate to a certain realm. ”

"But, but I'm obviously a human, why did Grandpa Liu teach me?" Jiang Xiaoman looked at the old man and muttered.

"Silly boy, because you have the blood of my Demon Emperor in your body!" The old man's voice was extremely vicissitudes, but kind, he sighed softly: "Barbarian, I know you have too many questions to ask me, but it's really too late now, if you want to know anything in the future, go to your mother, and she will tell you."

Remember what I just told you, the water moon mirror flower is not only a dream illusion, but it may also become a reality in the future, all of this may be related to you, it is up to you to decide.

The long river of time is full of too many uncertainties!" the old man sighed softly, his figure getting darker and darker, and finally he stepped out, and the old willow tree suddenly turned into a little halo and scattered in all directions.

"Is it a dream illusion, but it is also possible to become a reality in the future?" Jiang Xiaoman floated in mid-air, he closed his eyes and muttered to himself, the tragic scene was still lingering in his mind at this moment.

He vaguely saw the end of the inexplicable war, his third uncle Jiang Ye's battle clothes were torn, the swords in his hands were all broken, and he staggered with a purple graceful and cold corpse in his arms, roaring in the sky, and the corpses around him were mountains, and the blood flowed like rivers, infecting the earth.

Looking ahead, there was a desolation, and there was a Suzaku crying that fell from the sky, and half of its body was torn apart by an inexplicable existence.

Looking back, thousands of cities were ruined, the earth cracked and magma rolled out, and the head of the Xuanwu giant beast that looked like a turtle and a snake was cut down by a thousand-zhang giant sword above the sky, leaving the headless body standing still, with its neck open, and the body that had lost its head seemed to still have to fight with the supreme existence that could not see the figure above the heavenly dome.

Dad, Mother, Sister Mo and more familiar faces have disappeared.

Only Jiang Xiaoman was left alone in this world, wanting to stop it, but he couldn't do anything, desperate and helpless.

"No, this is not the future!" When he opened his eyes, all the scenes disappeared, Jiang Xiaoman's face was bloodless, as if he had lost his soul, he came back to his senses, he looked at the back of the old man who gradually disappeared, and shouted loudly: "Grandpa Liu, tell me that it's not true!"

"Silly boy, I said that the long river of time has too many tributaries and is full of too many uncertainties. The old man stopped, he turned to look at Jiang Xiaoman and chuckled: "In the future, whether it will come true depends on your ......."

Liu Huang cultivated as a mystery, and he was only half a step away from stepping through the fifth decay of heaven and man, truly transcending this heaven and earth, and becoming an immortal.

But after all, he couldn't withstand the Heavenly Dao Thunder Tribulation, and his Taoism disappeared.

When he cultivated to his level, when he was about to die and die, he was more or less able to align with the Heavenly Dao and perceive the future.

It is precisely because of this that when the last thunder tribulation fell that day, the old man desperately had the opportunity to not enter reincarnation and reincarnate, and sent a wisp of his remnant soul into his grandson's body.

Because, he saw that blood-colored corner of the future, which was related to Jiang Xiaoman.

Because, he once said, at least watch Xiao Man'er grow up.

"Grandpa Liu, I won't let it happen, it won't!"

The young man nodded vigorously, his eyes firm, he looked at the disappeared figure, and said loudly.

"No, it won't!"

Jiang Xiaoman shouted and sat up from the chair suddenly, his forehead and back were wet with sweat.

In a trance, he remembered that he seemed to have had a very strange dream, or was it not a dream at all?

Looking out the window, the sun was already rising, and today was a sunny day, and the warm sunlight spilled into the room and hit the young man in the face.

Looking up at the sun, he couldn't help but let out a big sneeze.

"Ginger worm, won't it be anything?"

As soon as he turned around, he saw a pair of big sparkling eyes staring at him.

"I want you to take care of it, the little girl is playing while playing!" Jiang Xiaoman pulled Ji Xiaoyue's head with his hand, smiled, stared at the little girl who was holding her chin on the table at this moment, yawned and asked curiously, "Wait, what are you hiding in your hand?"

"I want you to take care of it, while staying!" Ji Xiaoyue rolled her eyes, learning Jiang Xiaoman's tone and said happily, her hand behind her back quietly tightened again, and what she was holding was the letter that was quietly taken back by the little girl before she could send it out.

"Look at you sweating profusely, are you having a nightmare, Jiang Xiaoworm?" The little girl changed the topic with a little weakness, stretched out a white finger to poke the young man's twisted eyebrows, and muttered in a low voice, why does this Jiang Xiaoworm always frown.

"I don't remember either, it seems that I dreamed that a cyan lotus flower would fly into the sky or something......" Jiang Xiaoman frowned, scratching his head in a bit of confusion.

I had a dream, it should have been a very important dream, but when I opened my eyes, I forgot it completely????

Why do you say no, it's so strange...... Forget it, I can't remember it anyway, I'll always remember it later.