The six generations of ancestors of the Jun family, before returning to the past, once left a pair of words, there are only two words on it, that is, "green" and "robbery", he did not say clearly, what is the meaning of the word "green", but said: "This word is extremely important, my Jun family needs to be passed down from generation to generation, waiting for the opportunity to come, one day, the power of my Jun family's bloodline curse will be unlocked." ”

And the word "robbery" left a clue, so that my Jun family would not pass by by the opportunity without knowing it. The ancestor of the Jun family muttered.

"The ancestors of my Jun family, except for the ancestors of the first generation who are Mahayana cultivators, no one can survive the second tribulation ---- illusory tribulation, therefore, the opportunity must be related to the first tribulation---- the Five Elements Wind and Thunder Tribulation, worry-free, which is why in the past hundred years, my Jun family has publicized your tribulation on Thundercloud Island with great fanfare, and you have not disappointed me. ”

Jun Wuwu showed a clear look on his face and nodded slightly.

"Although it is not clear what this fate is, if one day, the bloodline curse of my Jun family disappears, worry-free, I hope you can lead the family back to the Five Elements Continent, where it is our true hometown. The ancestor of the Jun family showed kindness in his eyes, looked at Jun Wuwu, and said softly.

He still has a sentence that he has not said, this sentence can only be put down by the ancestors of the Jun family before they pass away, and even the current head of the Jun family is not qualified to know, let alone say that the monarch is worry-free, the time comes, the person with the highest rank in the Jun family must sacrifice himself, this sacrifice must be willing, and there must not be the slightest resentment, and the object of sacrifice is the person of chance represented by the green character.

Jun Wuwu was quick-witted, where could he not hear it, the ancestor's words revealed a thick dead air, it was already like a dying entrustment, he had compassion but did not show it, nodded vigorously, the power of the curse in the ancestor's blood has taken root, even if the family moves, the ancestor is afraid that he will stay in this abandoned place and sleep here.

The doubts and resentment in his heart for decades completely disappeared at this moment, and he did not have any resentment towards the green-shirted monk who defeated him, but instead had a strong curiosity, and of course, a trace of jealousy.

From the phantom of the thousand zhang square stone, he felt a great might, even if Jun Wuwu did not want to admit it in his heart, he could not deny that at the moment he was not the opponent of the green-shirted monk, the power of this bloodline, most of it is the family inheritance, as the cultivation deepens, the original phantom will gradually condense, and in the end, it is no different from the real one, at that time, the power that can be exerted is much stronger than the phantom at the moment.

According to legend, the power of the bloodline of the ancestors of the Jun family can turn into a thousand zhang white tiger, spitting out a hundred zhang sword rays, and the power of possession is unimaginable, even with the Chengding monks, there is also the power of a battle.

The illusory shadow of the ashlar behind the green-shirted monk has nothing peculiar in appearance, but when it can be cultivated in Yuandan, it has reached the size of a thousand zhang, and with the improvement of cultivation, after gradually condensing, the power possessed by this ashlar will reach an incredible level.

"Give this jade slip to the monk in the green shirt. ”

After the ancestor of the Jun family finished speaking, a piece of jade slip appeared in Jun Wuwu's hand out of thin air, the ancestor's spiritual thoughts turned into a light and shadow, and gradually faded, the nothingness around Jun Wuwu flickered again and disappeared, returning to normal, he glanced at the slightly dim copper tiger, sighed lightly, and under the shaking of the figure, it turned into a black shadow and flew into the distance.

Han Shi's mind was in chaos, his eyes were closed, all his consciousness had turned into countless fragments, and gradually fell silent in his mind, his past, his experience, everything about him, all turned into scenes, gradually shrouded in darkness.

He had sunk into the merciless sea, where he was buried, where his memories ended.

Han Shi's pale and cold face was calm, but his brows frowned slightly, in his consciousness he was not afraid of dying like this, but he seemed to hear the voice of the call in his heart, this voice has been there since many years ago, but it has never been heard really, and it has gradually fallen silent over the years, and he can only occasionally hear one or two sounds, and before he can taste anything, it will dissipate without a trace.

It was only in the deepest part of his heart, with the fragments of memory, that when the scenes passed through his heart, he suddenly felt a trace of hot breath in that long-lost call.

This breath has a strong unfamiliar feeling, don't mention the fire in this snowy area, even the breath exhaled will be frozen, and you can't feel any warmth, let alone hot.

The heart is cold, what else is hot?

Han Shi's pale face like a dead man slowly shed a tear, if Han Shi was in the depths of the Ruthless Sea at the moment, then this tear was shining with a warm light, which was incompatible with the sea of the Ruthless Sea.

Tears float in the water, but they refuse to merge into the water.

There is no other, all because this sea water is a ruthless thing, and this tear is the condensation of Han Shi's love, even if the whole world is ruthless, this tear will never go with it.

The voice of the call was full of warmth, and it attracted Han Shi's remaining consciousness towards the source of the calling sound.

I don't know how long it took, Han Shi only felt that his eyes were gradually brightening, and a faint green intent spread from afar, covering the cold white, but there was a touch of warmth, this feeling made him feel very comfortable, in his memory, it seemed that he had experienced this feeling a long time ago, and he was very happy at that time.

He couldn't help but walk on the green will, even, he closed his eyes and didn't look at the green will, just with the warmth to pursue, he walked forward step by step, the call in his heart became stronger and stronger, but there was always a layer of diaphragm, so that he couldn't hear what this call was, he slowly opened his eyes and looked ahead.

On a square stone, there is a cyan candle burning slowly in the wind, and the warm green will come from this green candle.

He glanced at the blue candle, and then cast his gaze on the ashlar that looked like a candlestick, which was only three feet away, black and white, and beyond that, there was a touch of cyan that seemed to be there and was not there.

If you casually sweep the afterglow, you will find that this ashlar is just an ordinary bluestone, this ashlar gives him a sense of déjà vu, he stares at the ashlar for a long time, and then raises his head to look at the blue candle.

The closer he got to the green candle, the more warm the meaning became, the corners of Han Shi's mouth subconsciously showed a smile, and even with a smile in his eyes, this smile came from the heart, he hadn't laughed for decades, he originally thought that he had forgotten what laughter was, and after decades, he finally had a smile again.

Time, the more I tried to make it pass slowly, it seemed to run faster like a naughty child.

A hundred breaths, passed so quickly, although many monks had their faces as usual, they had already tilted their heads slightly, their eyes were filled with regret, with the never-ending pace of time, little by little, no one believed that this green-shirted monk could survive this catastrophe.

The limit time of the vast majority of monks is thirty-six breaths, and even in those rare cases, the time to break through the ice will never exceed seventy-two breaths.

And now, one hundred and seven breaths have passed.

Even that Ruan Peng's eyes were gloomy, such a talented person also died under the Heavenly Tribulation, he couldn't help but ask himself why he was able to survive the Five Elements Wind and Thunder Tribulation, he thought that his talent was not ordinary, perhaps, it was his talent that would not attract heavenly jealousy, he secretly said in his heart, his face was extremely bitter.

All the people who saw this scene were silent, a strong sense of sadness, permeating the crowd, at this moment, even those who were murderous and murderous, also had relatives, this kind of sadness is shared by everyone, its root is not people fighting with people, but people fighting with the sky.

Fighting with people, even if you die, there is anger and hatred, fighting with the sky, you die, and all that is left is sadness.

Heaven is everyone's common opponent, no matter who it is, it is possible to die at the hands of God like the monk in the green shirt, which is the common sorrow of all people.