Suddenly, Zhao Xiang felt a heart-wrenching pain.

This heartache is wrapped in anger, like a surging flood, and the embankment of reason is washed away at once.

"Grandma's, that, that...... Did ......that devil zuihou succeed? I want Zhao Xiang to kill him!"

However, Zhao Xiang's ancestor's next narration was extremely calm, as if the story he was telling had nothing to do with him.

"Child, if you look at my huge frame, you will know that the natural fusion has been successful, which is a fortunate thing, just because the probability of success is too low, and there is equal to nothing. However, this fusion took almost 100,000 years, that is, for me, 100,000 years of pain, 100,000 years of suffering. ”

"100,000 years? 100,000 years? I swear, one day, I will find this devil and make him suffer for millions or millions of years, so that he will not be able to survive and die!"

"Child, anger and hatred will only blind you, will not bring you any good, but will only accelerate your pace of becoming evil and demons faster and faster, and make you become a lackey for others and a pawn for others, don't you understand?"

"Ancestor, grandson, I, Zhao Xiang, of course understand this. However, even if I become a demon and become an evil, I vow to rescue all the people of the Zhao clan from the fire pit and separate them from the sea of suffering, I have made up my mind, Ancestor, you don't have to worry, you really don't have to worry about it......"

At this moment, Zhao Xiang's expression was calm, and every word and sentence he said, although it was extremely ordinary, contained a heavenly might, although it was very ordinary, it was like a giant sword, drilling out of the demon artifact, and rushing towards the nine heavens.

Qingluo Xing, at this moment, seemed to be shaking, but no one knew what it was.

There are only a few powerful people with magical powers, and their sharp and penetrating gaze can pass through countless spaces at once, sweeping across Qingluo Xing, and their eyes burst with thoughtful but somewhat confused gazes.

And Zhao Xiang of Qingluo Xing, he didn't expect that Fang Cai's words would touch the heavens, and his future path would add a lot of unknowable dangers and variables.

The ancestor of the Zhao family sighed and was excited because of Zhao Xiang's unswerving heroic words.

"Kid, you have a lot of courage, maybe you can give it a try. I understand that if you don't try, you will definitely enter the path set by a certain organization, and in the end, your result will be at most a high-level puppet that will be used by others, but if you try, you may really be able to change your fate and the fate of the Zhao clan, whatever you want. But child, you must always remember that calmness and composure are always qualities that must be possessed at all times and in all places, and must not be discarded. ”

"Xiexie ancestor, Xiang'er knows. What I want to ask the Ancestor is, since the Ancestor is the fusion of the souls of the ancient gods and giants, does it mean that the ancestors have both the bloodlines of the ancient gods and the giants?"

"Even if you don't ask, child, I'll tell you. Judging from the fragments of memories I recovered, I am a common descendant of the giants of the divine realm and the ancient gods, and not only do I own their bloodline, but I also have their supernatural powers. It's just that I was placed in this demon artifact by a mysterious person in advance, and all my supernatural powers were almost sealed, and even the most basic transformation ability, which changes the size of my body at will, was also imprisoned, so I had to use it as fertilizer for the Divine Realm Strange Grass Soul Nourishing Grass to create the suppressed cultivation aura that controls people's cultivation to improve and realm breakthroughs. ”

"So, if the Ancestor can come out of this demon artifact, will he have the supernatural powers of the ancient gods and giants?"

"In principle, yes. It's a pity, for 20 million years, the soul nourishing grass has been with me, living and dying together, it's difficult to get out of this demon artifact, maybe this is the deliberate design of the mysterious person rather than a coincidence. In fact, for so many years, I have also thought about ending myself by self-detonation, but I am not reconciled, unwilling to accept the tragedy of the Zhao clan that has lasted for 20 million years, and unwilling to allow an organization to secretly manipulate the giants and ancient gods of the god realm because of ill intentions, so I have endured tens of thousands of years of pain, and have made every effort to recover my memory, to restore my supernatural powers, and look forward to one day being able to Yujian people, although this hope is extremely slim and almost impossible to realize, but it is better than nothing, I still did not give up, just insisted on waiting......”

"Old Ancestor, Zhao Xiang knows what to do, and he knows what you think, I won't let you down, never! Although I don't have the ability to solve your problem at the moment, I will do my best to improve my cultivation, and try all the methods, even if it is heaven and earth, even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, I must rescue the ancestor and make you a normal person, believe me!"

"There are only so many memories I can recover, and I have a feeling that it won't be long before I recover most of them, and it might be of great help to you. Child, there is one more thing I want to tell you, every thousand years, a mysterious person comes to the depths of the Wuyue Sect and relies on secret methods to collect the suppressed cultivation and dispersion aura emitted by the Soul Nourishing Grass. ”

Zhao Xiang's hands gently caressed the ancestor's bronzed skin, like a child snuggled in his father's arms.

As if talking to himself, his voice became higher and higher: "Ancestor, I have the breath of ancient gods, giants, and mortals, and I don't know if there are any other clansmen, I think there may be." But no matter what, the breath of the ancient gods and giants is the main thing, and the rest is a concoction. Hehe, haha, hehe, ancestor, this mysterious organization mysterious person, okay, good, good, treat our Zhao family as shiyan products, see if the Zhao family he created, with the cooperation of different concoctions, can produce more and more successful mutants, in their eyes, we are just products, just goods, just animals, just killers, just puppets...... Hmph, the mutant of the spell shijie, I'm afraid they did it single-handedly!"

The ancestor of the Zhao family was shocked all over, and was busy comforting: "Child, you ......"

"Old ancestor, don't worry, Zhao Xiang, I, the 1,216th generation descendant of the Zhao family, are now very sober and understandable. Zhao Xiang's voice was calm, but it contained endless sadness, anger, unwillingness and resistance, "Since they don't treat my Zhao clan as a human being, I, Zhao Xiang, in my personal name, in the name of my Zhao clan, in the name of Qingluo Xing mortals, in the name of ancient gods and giants, and in the name of all concoctions, swear-" After a pause, Zhao Xiang said word by word: "As long as I live for one day, I will cultivate for one day, kill for one day, kill in the immortal realm, kill to the god realm, kill all the heavenly conscience, Those who exterminate humanity, if they disobey, they will not die well!"

Zhao Xiang's sadness, anger, unwillingness, and resistance condensed into an invisible but wild obsession.

Although these divine thoughts have been filtered by the demon artifact and the divine ring has been reduced, as soon as they shoot out from the demon artifact and the divine ring, they are like wild horses that have escaped the wild horse in increasing geometric numbers, one, ten, hundred, thousand, with the Wuyue Sect as the center, radiating madly and domineeringly everywhere, reaching the depths of the universe.

......

After a long while, Zhao Xiang lifted his resolute head from the ancestor of the Zhao family.

He quickly rose to mid-air of the Qi Wall Enchantment, and his hands formed one handprint after another, continuously pushing towards the Ancestor.