The air was silent.

Jian Chen's movements fell into the eyes of An An and the others, and they had already reacted to what he was doing, so they subconsciously held their breath, lest they interfere with his perception.

It's just that Jian Chen's movements didn't last long, as the blood-colored vortex kept spinning underground, almost covering the entire former square of the Tang Gate, his eyes suddenly opened.

The light in his eyes flashed, and he didn't stop for a moment, and he walked to the place where he found something strange in his perception.

It was the center of the explosion of the heart, and it was also the place where the first sorrow was!

Unlike other places, there is no need to dig a terrifying crater here, and if someone who doesn't know the details sees it, it is not an exaggeration to think that a meteor has fallen to the ground.

Walking to the center, Jian Chen stopped, the light in his eyes was still flickering, and he stared straight at the place near the original gate, and waved his hand.

A gust of wind suddenly blew up from his hand, whirring and blowing the rubble around him, revealing cracked ground.

A touch of black immediately appeared in front of Jian Chen's eyes.

It was supposed to be a black patch, but it was already soaked with red blood.

The palm of his hand flipped and rolled again, and the direction of the wind immediately changed, turning into a suction force in his palm, and with a loud sound, he sucked up the black object buried in the rubble.

Syllable.

There was a physical touch in the palm, it was an arm, the end of the shoulder was already blurred with flesh and blood, and on the other end of the black clothes, the palm of the slender steel claw was bloodless, showing a dead ash.

Jian Chen pursed his lips, it was self-evident who the owner of this arm was, his cousin, who was sad, couldn't completely avoid the bombardment of the arrow.

So is this the reason why he didn't choose to hide in the shadows anymore, but ran away?

The palm of the hand used some force, but it was found that this arm was extremely hard, although the corpse will become hard after death, but the hardness of this arm that is separated from the body is different from the corpse.

It's very similar to what Jian Chen once came into contact with - poisonous corpses!

Sure enough, it was not what he expected, so this was also the path he didn't want Ling Wei to take.

How did Sorrow Fall cultivate and complete the Xuanming Technique, of course, Jian Chen was very clear about this, and he was even very angry.

Because that's my father's blood!

In the Burial Sword Pool, Sorrow separated Luo Han's essence blood from flesh and bones, and then devoured it, it was with Luo Han's essence and blood that Sorrow had the qualifications to completely cultivate the Xuan Ming Technique!

However, it was Luo Han's blood, although it was the immature blood draining pill of the first generation, it was still much stronger than the bloodline that Jian Chen inherited from his parents.

That's why the sad arm has become so hard, which is clearly a sign of the development of poisonous corpses.

As for Ling Wei, if he also wanted to complete the cultivation of the Xuanming Technique, there was a way, and that was to drink Jian Chen's blood!

Relatively speaking, it was much safer to drink Jian Chen's blood than to devour Luo Han's essence blood, after all, the toxicity of the blood draining pill had been diluted a lot in the process of being inherited by Jian Chen.

But no one can guarantee that it will be safe, otherwise, what is the matter with Luo Xi?

Although there must be a reason for Xiao Mohe, if Luo Xi didn't have such a bloodline, he would not be attracted by Xiao Mohe.

Therefore, there is no guarantee of absolute safety, Jian Chen has been able to cultivate to this point, in fact, he has not yet reached the realm of true concealment, and he is still one step away, even so, he has stumbled along the way, if it were not for several coincidences, he is afraid that he would have been lost in the endless bloody breath.

Grabbing the sad arm, Jian Chen was silent for a long time.

This time is the best opportunity to kill Sadness, but it's a pity that such a powerful heart like an arrow failed to kill him, so the next time we meet, what will Sadness look like?

This person's psychology has long been distorted, in order to take revenge, he can be said to have done everything, ruthless to others, and even more ruthless to himself, Jian Chen didn't believe that when he devoured his father's essence and blood, he didn't think about the possible consequences, but he still didn't hesitate.

Speaking from the heart, in fact, from this point alone, Jian Chen admires this eldest cousin, he is decisive in killing, and he will not give up in order to achieve his goal, which is something that Jian Chen has always lacked, for which he has paid a huge price.

Poisonous corpses......

He looked at the severed arm again and again, it was already a sad fall in the realm of a senior grandmaster, when the body was completely transformed into a poisonous corpse, what would be the combat power that it could burst out?

But the poisonous corpse is an unconscious existence, Jian Chen believes that even if he is sad, when he really becomes a poisonous corpse, his consciousness will be lost in bloody tyranny, so what kind of way will he use to seek revenge on himself?

The unknown is the most terrifying, Jian Chen is not afraid of himself, but afraid that when the sadness reappears in an unexpected way in the future, it will cause irreparable damage to the people around him.

"It's ...... The Hidden Soul's Arm?"

An An stepped forward and glanced at Jian Chen's face worriedly, and then his gaze fell on the arm.

She didn't hear what the Hidden Soul had said to Jian Chen before, and she was still habitually referred to as the Hidden Soul.

Jian Chen nodded silently and sighed, but with a slam of his left hand, a force hit the ground, blasting out a small pit.

Then he put the arm in it, gently closed the surrounding gravel and dirt, and buried the arm.

This was the last thing he did for his cousin, who was also a descendant of the Luo family.

"An An. ”

Standing up straight, quietly looking at the small pile of dirt bags in front of him, Jian Chen turned around, looked at An An and said, "Where is your mother?"

As soon as these words came out, An An's delicate body suddenly shook, her face turned pale, and her eyes were already full of tears, but she was holding back herself, and reluctantly smiled:

She ...... Went to a safe place. ”

This sentence was said very dryly, no one who listened to it would think that An An was telling the truth, Jian Chen looked at An An, looking at the other party's appearance of trying his best not to let the tears fall, and silently lowered his head.

"I'm sorry. ”

Tears fell from the sky, fell on the gravel floor, and were splashed to pieces.

An An's efforts were still in vain, and the consequences of trying his best to control them had accumulated the power of the outbreak even more violently, and the tears on his pale face were like a flood without an embankment, which could no longer be stopped.

So she could only bite her hand tightly, since she couldn't control her tears, then at least ...... Stop crying.

The thin but powerful body suddenly embraced her into her arms, feeling the strange but familiar breath, An An's heart finally shattered at this time, and the blood on the bitten palm overflowed down the corners of her mouth, mixed with An An's tears soaked Jian Chen's shoulders.

"Mother————!

A cry of grief finally pierced the sky.

(End of chapter)