Chen Yang looked at that phantom and that gaze with neither humility nor arrogance.
This look at each other only lasted for a moment, and it seemed like ten thousand years had passed.
By the time Chen Yang came to his senses, his underwear was already soaked through.
...
On the ancient battlefield, an army of hundreds of millions of Yin spirits roared silently.
If King Zhenbei realized something, he withdrew his gaze from the Yin Spirit army and glanced towards the direction of Longmen County.
Next to him, a man wearing golden armor and a face that was three-thirds like King Zhenbei cupped his hands and said, "Father?"
"nothing."
King Zhenbei withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "One drop of my true blood has been wiped away."
"Who is so bold? Now that the true blood of the father has appeared, that person does not just surrender and let him be beaten, but he actually dares to resist?!"
The eldest son, the legitimate son of King Zhenbei, was extremely furious.
He really thinks so.
You won't be captured without restraining your hands, and you won't be beaten to death, but you still dare to resist?
This is sin, this is fault!
Domineering and arrogant.
King Zhenbei didn't seem to hear anything, and just said calmly: "I seem to have seen something interesting. It's really, really interesting."
"Is it my bloodline? Is it her bloodline?"
"Hahaha~"
The King of Zhenbei laughed loudly, took one step forward, turned his palms down, and the six paths of reincarnation appeared.
"Suddenly I felt that these things in front of me were meaningless."
"Those who die, may die forever."
"Destroy!"
The Six Paths of Reincarnation suddenly enlarged, covering the sky and the sun. The army of hundreds of millions of Yin spirits was sucked into it and disappeared in the rotation...
...
"Did he see me?"
Chen Yang sat back down at the stone table. The small red clay stove next to it was bubbling and the water was boiling.
The little cormorant helped him make tea diligently.
Witnessing a life-and-death fight with his own eyes, people were beaten into a ball of blood mist, but the little cormorant was not afraid.
Chen Yang couldn't help but look at him with admiration.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you saw it or not."
"By the time he comes, I will have run away."
"A gentleman doesn't stand behind a dangerous wall."
Chen Yang touched his chin and thought: "But you still have to learn what you should learn. The true meaning of martial arts in the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk can be used as a reference."
“Isn’t it beautiful to understand the cycle of reincarnation in the heavens through this?”
Chen Yang drank the tea deliciously, and his mind was filled with thoughts of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the true meaning of martial arts that wiped out all sentient beings in the Six Paths, leaving only a little bit of the true spirit to reincarnate. For a moment, he was a little crazy.
After a long while, Chen Yang came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Little Cormorant, I won't be here recently. Stay at home and take care of your mother and brother."
He didn't wait for the little cormorant to object, waved his hand and said, "I'm going out for a while, I won't stay at home for too long."
The little cormorant felt lost, playing with the corner of his clothes and asked: "Sir, are you going to be away for a long time?"
Chen Yang nodded, then shook his head: "I don't know how long it will be. It may be a long time, or it may be very short."
"Then I will come here every day to help Mr. clean up the house?"
"Otherwise, the house will be damaged if it is left unoccupied for too long."
The little cormorant looked at Chen Yang eagerly, as if he was holding on to a light, fearing that it would disappear.
Chen Yang couldn't bear to refuse, so he nodded and agreed.