Ling Fei was groggy and felt a mess in his head.

Am I dead......

While floating in the void, Ling Fei scolded in his heart:

Who said that a cultivator must turn his hands into clouds, his hands into rain, and the heavens and the earth are omnipotent?

Who said that the refiner has a high status, everyone admires it, waves his hand to order tens of millions of people, and people smell it behind his back when he farts?

It's all a flicker, a big flicker!!

Ling Fei felt that he had died in an unknown way, and he didn't even dodge the most ordinary swordsmanship, and at that time there seemed to be a pause in his head, and then he was pierced through the heart by a sword.

Although Du Danhua died and was a ghost, he Ling Fei hadn't lived enough, wouldn't he live up to the love and care of all female compatriots if he died like this?

In a daze, a streamer appeared out of nowhere in the night, and suddenly the whole darkness was cut into a piece of light.

It was a flask-like thing, with slightly pointed ends and carved patterns all over its body, shining with brilliance.

Isn't this the broken pot I picked up in the mountains the other day?

Didn't Lao Tzu give it to Liu Meier before he died?

"Little Prince, Little Prince......"

I don't know how long it took, but in the confusion, a hurried voice woke Ling Fei up.

Little Prince?

Ling Fei was overjoyed, could it be that Lao Tzu had arrived in the underworld, and he still had this identity? That was too bullish!

Slowly opening his eyes, a burst of dazzling sunlight made Ling Fei overflow with tears, he quickly closed his eyes, and after a while, he got used to looking around.

Shrubs stand sideways, wildflowers abound, and fallen leaves and butterflies hover in the air, like on the outskirts of the woods.

In front of Ling Fei stood a young man wearing a green hat and a green shirt, staring at him with a nervous expression.

Seeing that Ling Fei had woken up, the little guy hurriedly shouted: "The little prince is awake, the little prince is awake." ”

Ling Fei was inexplicable, and was about to speak, but there was a tingling pain in his head, and some thoughts suddenly came flooding up, instantly filling his mind, and making him feel painful:

Firmament Continent...... Cloud Empire ...... I am Chu Hao, the son of the prince of Weiyuan......

Ling Fei was shocked and inexplicable, where had he ever encountered such a sensational thing, looking at the bright sun, the dense woods, the bushes and prey, and the few horses and guards that were moving towards him quickly in the distance, he struggled to stand up, but his body shook, and those chaotic thoughts merged into his memory, making his thinking even more confused:

This is the Firmament Continent, and the Firmament Continent is a shijie ruled by humans and the aura is supreme.

His name is Chu Hao, and he is the little prince of the Yuntian Empire, the first empire in the southwest of the Firmament Continent. His father, Chu Yunfei, is the half-brother of the current saint and the Weiyuan King of the Megatron Empire.

Prince Weiyuan has a total of two sons, the eldest son died in an accident ten years ago, and he, Chu Hao, who is seventeen years old this year, is Chu Yunfei's only remaining son. Chu Hao has been gifted since he was a child, and when he was ten years old, he reached the realm of the sixth layer of bone refining, and was known as a genius who had not produced a genius in the Yunfei Empire for hundreds of years!

But it's a pity that Chu Hao went crazy at the age of fifteen in order to break through the realm of the sixth layer of skin refining, although he saved his life in Zuihou, but his own cultivation was like a deflated ball, and he has been regressing, until now, he is just a second-layer martial artist in the bone refining period, no matter what, he can't be promoted.

And after that incident, Chu Hao, the future star of the empire, the proud son of the sky, changed his temperament greatly, became rude, and had no patriarchal eyes, and in less than three years, in the capital, he had already enjoyed a great reputation and became a veritable evil young man.

Chu Hao?

The memories of the past life and the memories of the present life were crowded in his mind, and in a trance, Ling Fei didn't know whether he was Ling Fei of the Huaxia Cultivation Realm, or Chu Hao, the prince of the Cloud Heaven Empire of the Firmament Continent!

Memories crossed over, causing him to have a splitting headache and nausea, and for a while he couldn't tell who he was.

...... Suddenly, he seemed to remember: he had taken the escort to the suburbs to hunt, and before he saw a pink-haired rabbit, strangely he drove the horse away from the escort and came here, and then, as if the horse was inexplicably crazy, he fell, and then fainted......

Rubbing his aching and swollen head, all of this came to mind one by one, Ling Fei was shocked and horrified, how could such an unbelievable thing happen, could it have happened?

Liu Mei'er can also make Lao Tzu cross with a sword? She is holding Cihang Jingzhai's Zhenpai Immortal Sword?

Just when Ling Fei was in a daze, the little guy came to Ling Fei's side with the guards, and the seventeen people in the group dismounted one after another, knelt on the ground, and said, "The last general is not effective in guarding, please punish the little prince!"

Ling Fei looked at the leading general in front of him, about thirty years old, with dark skin, wide forehead and thick eyebrows, convex cheeks and big eyes, Kong Wu's powerful body wrapped in silver light armor, and the light in his eyes, although he knelt on the ground, he exuded a solemn aura.

This person Ling Fei remembered that his name was Chu Mo, and he was the leader of the guards sent by the prince of Weiyuan to protect Chu Hao, and he had cultivated to a martial artist who had reached the ninth level of skin refining, and he was only one step away from the innate realm of qi training.

"What kind of punishment ......" Ling Fei's thoughts were unsteady, and he waved his hand, but he felt a pain in his feet, and when he looked down, there was a cut on the knees of the fur satin, but it was not serious, and the broken skin revealed a scarlet bloodstain.

Ling Fei took a breath of cool air, and looked sideways at the horse he had ridden, which was already lying on the ground, from the neck to the fleshy muscles of the hind legs, he was scarred by the flesh, and the blood flowed sideways, obviously unable to live.

The guards obviously saw this scene as well, and they all stood up, their eyes like electricity, and looked around.

Chu Mo looked at the wound on Ling Fei's knee, and was afraid for a while. Staring at the tiger's eyes, he turned his head to look at the little guy just now, that is, Ling Fei's servant, and shouted loudly: "Little Si, you followed the little prince just now, what happened?!"

This sound was extremely loud, mixed with a little acquired power, and Ling Fei's eardrums were also numb.

The little guy hurriedly retreated, with a look of horror on his face, and said while kowtowing: "General, I have been following the little prince just now, but the speed of the horse is too fast, I can't see it very clearly in the back, I heard the neighing of the fierce horse, the little prince fell down and fainted, this matter has nothing to do with me, I am loyal to the little prince, the sun and the moon can be seen!"

Xiao Si grew up with the little prince since he was a child, Chu Mo stared at him a few times, and saw that he couldn't come up with a reason, so he had to give up. Ordered his men to look around, but still found nothing.

Chu Mo's face was extremely solemn, he could cut such a big scar on this huge blue-maned horse, but leave the horse's body intact, at least it was only possible for an assassin above the seventh-layer skin refining period, but he didn't kill the little prince, what was his intention?

A cadre of people knelt on the ground, and they didn't dare to come out, waiting for the little prince Chu Hao to speak.

"Go home! I'm ...... Xiao Wang is going to sleep!" Ling Fei's head is extremely chaotic at the moment, where does he have the time to check the things in front of him, in his mind, Lao Tzu is a person who has died once, afraid of a bird!

Chu Mo and the other guards looked at each other, all of them unable to understand the little prince's self-confidence and thoughts at the moment. However, after all, Chu Mo was a figure at the level of a general in the palace, and after looking at the surrounding terrain, he left ten people, including the servant Xiao Si, behind, and ordered them to check suspicious and clues.

After all this was dealt with, Chu Mo pulled a horse and helped the crumbling Ling Fei to get on the horse. Looking at Ling Fei's frightened appearance, as if he had been frightened, Chu Mo shook his head and sighed slightly in his heart: the little prince who was high-spirited and in the limelight in the past has become what he is now!

The sky makes people, it's a pity, it's a pity.

"Drive!"

Chu Mo turned over and got on his horse, and the group galloped towards the capital at the bottom of the mountain.