The pavilions and pavilions, the lights are bright, the lanterns are always bright, and they are not extinguished all night, even the world of martial cultivators has retained the lifestyle of many people in the lower realm.

Chu Xuanyuan sat on a cornice, here, has an excellent vision, after leaving the ancestral shrine with the patriarch of the Chu clan, he flew up to the eaves alone, in this quiet night, drinking alone, wine into the bowels, borrowing wine to eliminate sorrow, but even more sorrowful. Although the wine was not strong, he drank it quickly, and after a few large bowls of grunt, the wine jar had bottomed out. Chu Xuanyuan's cheeks were slightly red, and his whole body was full of alcohol, but he was not drunk, and the alcohol failed to anesthetize his nerves, but he really wanted to get drunk, unconscious, and he could have no troubles.

There are too many things and too many unknowns, so that he seems to be stuck in a quagmire and can't extricate himself. I really want to be a fool and be carefree, but he can't, he has carried too much, too much, what should he do? His father's life and death are uncertain, his relatives are dying one after another, the matter of the king is still a mystery, the past of the Chu Clan, where is the sacredness of the dark extinction? The past matter, he could not find an answer.

The unknown is what makes people worry, and the unknown is what makes people afraid. He didn't have a habit of drinking, but now he seems to like it a little, he likes to paralyze his nerves with alcohol, in the eyes of others, this may be an escape, but for people who are not drunk, what is the meaning of drinking?

Chu Xuanyuan emptied the wine jar, then stood the wine jar behind, leaned in, and looked up, all looking up at the same full moon, but the mood of the person looking up was different.

"How nice would it be if it was a dream?"

"Father, what the hell should I do?"

He muttered to himself, then closed his eyes slightly, he needed to think about it and be still......

"Chu Xuanyuan, you waste!"

The figure of Beizhi disappeared in the dark night and the sound of breaking wind, and the moment he reappeared, a punch-like fist smashed on Chu Huan's face, like a heavy mountain rushing towards him, smashing half of Chu Huan's face. At the same time, he clamped the war halberd with two fingers, and with just one fold, it was broken into two, and the sharp war halberd, one turn, pierced Chu Huan's chest.

"Don't!"

"Brother!"

Weak boy, he can't do anything.

The hateful murderer, carrying his proud prey, held his head high, and laughed wildly: "Chu Xuanyuan, take a good look! Your relatives will die one by one in my hands!"

When the flesh was shattered, the Yuan Shen who was about to disperse left him with a comfortable smile.

Burst!

The boy suddenly froze, for his hands were splashed with a crimson liquid, not his blood, but the blood of the man in front of him.

"Xuanyuan, I will give you everything I have for the teacher!"

Blue flames rose upward, burning his robes and burning his flesh.

"Master-Father!"

He closed his eyes in pain, hoping that what was in front of him was fake, and when he opened them, it seemed like a dream.

He didn't want to be weak, and indeed, he got the strength he wanted.

"It used to be impossible, but now I can, your life is in my hands!"

At that moment, he became a god of death, he gained power, but he was almost swallowed by this power, fell into the demon path, and could not be reborn. It was also on that day that he committed an unforgivable crime that made him unforgivable, and he killed the innocent Seven Swords heir.

No, it must have been a dream, the boy groped around, he began to flee, I don't know how long he ran, suddenly a hand grabbed his hand and took him to another place.

"Well done, no dishonoring your father!"

In a word, let him understand it all. The young man turned his head excitedly, wanting to call out to his eldest brother affectionately, but his pupils turned bloody in an instant.

"Big brother!"

The man's body, like a rag, had been smashed against a mountain.

"Chu Xuanyuan, it turns out that you are also a waste, you are not worthy of being Chu Hanxian's son, even your eldest brother can't save you!"

"Let go of my big brother!"

The boy did not hesitate, but flew straight over.

Whoa!

The picture in front of him suddenly shattered, falling like glass. It was as if he had fallen into an abyss, and after falling for a long time, he fell into a lake and splashed hundreds of feet high.

When he came out of the lake, he was surprised to find that he was surrounded by skyrocketing fires. What's going on, where is this?

The huge city wall has a magnificent momentum, if the young man is not mistaken, this should be the main city of the Chu clan, but why, blood and fire fill every corner, and there is no end in sight.

Syllable!

The flagpole standing at the head of the city was burned by the flames, and the banner of the burning Chu Clan Heavenly Clan fell, fell into the sea of fire, and burned to ashes.

A cold hand suddenly grabbed the boy's ankle, and the boy was startled, like a frightened rabbit, trying to get rid of it.

"Chu Xuanyuan, it's all because of you!"

A terrible scene happened, the corpses that fell to the ground, all stood up one by one, they were all members of the Chu Clan's Heavenly Clan, they died unjustly, they were unwilling, and turned into ghosts.

In the blink of an eye, the boy was already surrounded by crowds, and the hands dripping with blood couldn't wait to catch him.

"Don't!"

"Don't!"

He struggled hard, but was overwhelmed, and the clansmen who turned into ghosts pounced on his body, tearing at his flesh and blood, and looked at the sky with desperate eyes, but unexpectedly saw a familiar face.

"Father, save me!"

Yes, it was his father, no more than a hundred meters away from him. Wait, the firelight illuminates the night, and he sees more than one person.

"Chu Clan Heavenly Clan, it's time to become history, Chu Xuanyuan, it's all your fault!"

The cold voice echoed in the heavens and the earth, and the figures in black robes, they were high up, looking down, and enjoying what they were doing......

"No!"

Chu Xuanyuan jumped up, but around him, there was only his echo. It turned out that it was just a dream, a dream that scared him, but why was this dream so real. Wiping away the cold sweat hanging from his forehead, he gasped heavily.

When the breathing calms down, when the pair of eyes open again, there is no longer the fear in the dream, but who said that this dream will not become a reality.

"So you're here, I mean, I can't find you. ”

The old ape dodged a few times and came to the place where Chu Xuanyuan was. His eyes swept over the wine jar and Chu Xuanyuan, whose clothes were wet with cold sweat, and with the old ape's many years of experience, he guessed something.

"Could it be that you're in trouble again?" asked the old ape, scratching his chest.

"Is there less trouble I've encountered?" Chu Xuanyuan stood up and replied. Chu Xuanyuan, who seemed to be in such a relaxed mood, suddenly took a sharp turn, pulled down his face, and his face was solemn. "Old ape, are you really willing to follow me to the death? ”

(To be continued...... ）