The woman's heart was tingling, but her face was still expressionless, as if she was numb to everything in the world. The man's smile gradually turned gloomy, and his expression slowly became distorted.
He grabbed the woman's neck and stared at the woman with bulging veins on his arms.
"Bitch, I am the third prince of the True Realm of the Underworld Emperor. It is never possible not to have everything I want. You bitch has humiliated me for more than a thousand years. Your escape from marriage has made me become the True Realm of the Underworld Emperor.
The joke was even known to the other three major realms.
You bitch, do you know how serious this matter is? It would be fine if you just escaped from the marriage. I can understand the shyness of my younger daughter's family, but you happened to meet a barbarian in that barbarian land.
You sacrificed your life energy for her, and let yourself almost die for her, you bitch!" As the man spoke, his expression became more twisted, and he grabbed the woman's neck tightly, making the woman seem to want to
She couldn't breathe, but her eyes were still cold and she looked at the man numbly, as if she was hiding her sarcasm and said nothing.
"Don't you say anything? How much energy did I spend in order to revive you? I went to beg my father to save you. I wanted to bring you back to life. I wanted to ravage you. I wanted to let you know that you committed the crime back then.
What a big mistake!!
It would be fine if the barbarian died, but if..."
"He won't die!" the woman said hoarsely, her numb expression turning into indifference, looking at the third prince of the Underworld Emperor in front of her.
With a snap, the handsome man laughed and slapped the woman. His actions were seen by more than a thousand monks from the Hades Realm around him, but no one spoke, but they made choices one by one.
To avoid looking.
"Haha, you finally spoke. Don't you die? This prince really hopes that he is not dead. I hope that he is alive, because I will find him, and I will let you enjoy the pain in front of him."
The handsome man had a sinister look in his eyes, and desire was burning in his eyes.
"If you are not afraid of the Underworld Devouring Curse, I will not resist." The woman said calmly. The area where she was slapped on the face gradually healed and returned to normal.
As soon as she spoke, the man's expression immediately twisted and he stared at the woman.
"The Death Devouring Curse, this is the curse that your father and even your entire clan, sacrificed their souls to protect you when they died. It cannot protect you for a lifetime. I can let my father destroy your entire clan.
Let Father erase your curse.
His old man has promised me that as long as I can reach the cultivation level of Palm Realm, he can grant me one wish. My wish is you. By absorbing your Yuan Yin, I can activate the power of blood. I really didn’t expect that.
, after you wake up, you can actually nourish the underworld energy!" When the man smiled and spoke, he grabbed the woman's chin, gently brought her face to her, and blew into the woman's ear.
"Wait for me, the day is coming soon. Since you said he is not dead, then I will find him. Don't worry, I will." The man laughed and flicked his right hand, turning the woman's face to the right.
At the same time, the dark dragon he was on roared into the vortex of the starry sky.
The woman's face was thrown to one side, and a tear that the man couldn't see was also thrown away. It disappeared into the whirlpool. At the same time, it was brought into the Daochen Realm and flew towards
Nothingness, no idea where it went.
…
"Is it raining?" Su Ming raised his head and looked at the sky. The sky here was blue, as if it existed in another world. Beside him were Dao Lin and Dao Hua, and in front of him were Dao Lin and Dao Hua.
A towering altar.
It was very quiet here, without the slightest sound. After arriving here, Sang, who had brought them here, ignored the three of them. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the edge of the altar, silently closing his eyes like a guardian.
sit there.
A drop of rain fell on Su Ming's face. The rain came from the sky. It was just a drop. It ran along Su Ming's cheek and crossed his lips, making Su Ming feel a bitter taste.
In this world, sometimes, there are some things that even a monk cannot understand and know. For example, rain and tears seem indistinguishable, but in fact, when you put it in your mouth, you can feel the lightness of the rain.
, the astringency of tears.
However, everyone has tears, but even if a monk reaches an unimaginable level, it is difficult to know through tears... who the tears belong to.
There might be some cultivation that could do this, but Su Ming couldn't do it.
"It's not rain, it's a drop of tear." Su Ming looked at the sky and couldn't see any figure. This was a drop of tear that was accidentally thrown here from somewhere unknown.
It seemed that there was such a force in the dark that made him find Su Ming. Otherwise, why would these tears come here? Otherwise, why would these tears fall on Su Ming's face? He could feel the meaning in it.
Bitter and astringent.
"Whose tears...maybe they are hers..." Su Ming lowered his head. Outside Daochen's retreat, what appeared in his mind was not Daochen's identity, but someone...he thought
I have forgotten it, but it is actually buried deeply in my soul. It was a whisper in my ears that often appeared when I was young, but has not been heard for more than a thousand years.
"Brother...brother..."
"My sister." Su Ming's eyes fell on the altar in front of him. Perhaps that was Daochen's retreat place. In Su Ming's memory, he learned that the girl who whispered about his brother, she finally...
He was taken away by someone. It is said that he was sent to Daochen Sect.
Feeling the bitterness that still existed on his lips, Su Ming thought of the darkness in his memory when his soul was still in his body, and the companionship of the girl's voice in his ear for many years.
Su Ming thought he had forgotten that brother, but how could he forget it.
Standing here silently, Su Ming couldn't tell what kind of mood he was feeling. Various signs had shown that he could no longer question it. This morning... was Su Xuanyi!!
And the sister in his memory, the daughter of the second-generation Barbarian God, the woman who grew up with him, was also wanted to leave by Daochen, that is, by Su Xuanyi.
Su Ming was silent. He didn't know what that little girl meant to Su Xuanyi, and he didn't know why Su Xuanyi did what he did back then. Su Ming hoped that it was a mistake in his own perception.
"Daohua, step onto the altar!" On the altar, Sang opened his eyes and his eyes fell on Su Ming. Among the three highnesses including Su Ming, there was a middle-aged man named Daohua.
Daohua's spirit was shaken, and his expression was filled with excitement. He took a step forward, and after bowing deeply to the altar, he walked toward the altar step by step with enthusiasm and reverence. He was afraid that if he walked too fast, it would make people feel uncomfortable.
Disrespectful.
Until he walked to the altar, suddenly, his whole body was shaken, and his figure was blurred for an instant, but in just a few breaths, it became clear here, his face showed ecstasy, and the whole body flashed with light, and the Lotus Flower of the Golden Age flashed.
Nine huge lotus flowers were formed on his body. Surrounded by them, his cultivation actually condensed the Tribulation Moon from the previous perfection of the realm at this moment. The Tribulation Moon suddenly shattered and suddenly appeared.
Get rid of Jie Yang!
"Thank you, ancestor, thank you ancestor!!" Daohua immediately knelt on the altar and kowtowed several times in succession. The excitement and fanaticism in his expression reached the extreme, as if at this moment, as long as the retreating ancestor Daochen had the will, he could
You can execute it without hesitation.
After kneeling and kowtow, Daohua immediately stepped back respectfully with enthusiasm. When he returned to Su Ming, his expression was full of excitement. It seemed that even Su Ming would not make him feel how great he was at this moment.
It looked like a threat, especially when there was a strange light flashing in his eyes, and there were faint runes in it. This was something he had never seen before he stepped onto the altar. Obviously, this time he met the ancestor, and he got more than just the Lotus of the Golden Age.
The opening of Hua is not only a rapid improvement in cultivation, but also other blessings.
"Dao Lin!" Sang, who was sitting cross-legged on the altar, said calmly.
Dao Lin's expression was solemn, and he could not hide his excitement, but he was much better than Dao Hua. At this moment, he took a deep breath, took long steps, and stepped onto the altar step by step with a special cold aura on his body.
The moment he stood firm on the altar, Su Ming immediately saw that Dao Lin's body trembled in the same way, and his body became blurred.
The blurred time exceeded Taoism. After about ten breaths, his figure recovered from the blur. The coldness in his eyes dissipated and was replaced by thick enthusiasm and excitement. His cultivation level suddenly exploded at this moment.
The explosion, his cultivation level has already reached the level of Tribulation Yang. At this moment, under this explosion, the Tribulation Yang broke into pieces in an instant, turned into rain and showered his whole body. When the water of Tribulation Yang fell, Dao Lin
He raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and the cultivation level in his body suddenly increased sharply. He actually... stepped directly from Jie Yang into the ranks of powerful people and became a master in the Palm Realm!!
As he roared, his body made a clicking sound. Not only did his cultivation improve by leaps and bounds, but his physical body also became stronger. The light of the Golden Lotus flashed around him,
"Dao Lin, thank you, ancestor!!" Dao Lin looked excited. He knelt on the ground like Dao Hua. After kowtowing nine times, he stood up and bowed to Sang again, with excitement and surprise in his eyes.
The runes that were more complex than those in Daohua's pupils returned to Su Ming.
"Daokong..." Sang's eyes fell on Daokong. There was a fleeting kindness in his eyes. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it. What you can see is just a touch of calmness.
Like water.
Su Ming raised his head, glanced at Sang, and walked forward silently. Without Dao Hua's enthusiasm, without Dao Lin's seemingly serious but hidden excitement, Su Ming walked forward very calmly.
No one understands how complicated and uneasy he feels in his heart at this moment.
This uneasiness is not fear or fear, but an indescribable feeling that comes when you haven't seen your father since birth, and then...when you meet each other many years later.
And what was equally uneasy and complicated was not only Su Ming, but also the figure sitting cross-legged in the space connected to the altar, looking at the figure rattling in front of him——
I am very satisfied with today's third update, although some of the suspense is left shamelessly... But there is not enough space to write it all, but Ergen will still have the third update tomorrow, so today is 5 consecutive days, not counting last month, Ergen is Two days in a row, I want three days in a row or even longer. Tomorrow, grandma He, I will continue to update for the third time!!!
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