Chapter 456

His black hair, which was not bound, was loose and fell to his neck with a gentle twist.

Her fingers glided gently on the lips of heaven.

The finger pulp was stained with dry blood.

"But I regret it. "

As soon as he said this, he was shocked.

The way of heaven spurted a mouthful of blood.

"Well, what are you talking about?"

He obviously had difficulty controlling his mood and coughed badly. Due to the powerful self-healing ability of the heavenly way, the blood of the broken bone wound was slowly stopped. He was caught off guard by this sentence. He was shocked, and 72 wounds of his whole body cracked again, which made him very sad, so that his limbs showed slight convulsions.

The way of heaven was startled and angry. Before being able to question Lin Lang, the tingling feeling of the body became more and more intense.

Foreign bodies grow wildly in the body.

In an instant, it devoured one tenth of the divine consciousness of the heavenly way, and it was strong and domineering.

"Ah --"

the heavenly way has a headache, and it is out of control and hisses.

The people saw their backs cold.

But for a moment, the clear sky suddenly became chaotic and dark, with the sun in the East and the moon in the West. When order broke free of shackles, the law began to act wantonly.

Across the ages, an eye slowly opened from the darkness.

No desire, no desire, no sorrow, no joy.

They were forced to lie on the ground under pressure, with their hands digging the soil, struggling in the front line of life and death.

Only Lin Lang and the little prince are not affected.

Lin Lang looked up at the sky's eyes, the outline of which she was very familiar.

Double pupil.

The outer layer of the pupil is dark and bottomless. Inside is a brilliant blood day, symbolizing killing and extermination.

The outer incarnation in the subconscious of heaven awakens.

The blood heavy pupil caught the intruder's existence and slowly turned his eyes.

A beam of light fell on Lin Lang.

"Niang, Aung --"

the little prince turned pale.

He was aware of some possibility.

"Langya, I want to play hide and seek with you, OK? Close your eyes first. "

A Niang's eyebrows and eyes bend to coax him, did not have half minute fluster.

The little guy opened his mouth. He was dumb and couldn't make a sound.

Lin Lang imprisoned his voice with his magic power.

"Shh, it won't be long. Aung, wait for you to find me

The little prince was in tears.

Cry out of breath.

No, he doesn't.

He doesn't want to play hide and seek.

He just wants an aunt.

The little prince finally saw a Niang's admiration. She tilted her head, her black hair was covered all over her body, and she had a shark tear Pendant in her ear. The familiar appearance made the little guy think in a trance that this must be a dream.

As usual, ah Wan's eyebrows are too loose in his mother's eyes. He's as fat as his mother's.

A Niang must be angry and funny, patted him arched small butt.

The little prince's cheek is red and bloody. He said, Aung, how can you spank? He's nine years old. He can't spank. If he's seen by his little hands, how can you shake his power!

But Aung didn't listen, and she put out her arms to hold him.

The little guy is not angry, like a white fat piggy, obediently arch into the arms of Aung.

Soon I fell asleep.

With tears in his eyes, the little prince shook his head and retreated.

In the past, how much he was attached to the warmth of his mother's palm, how frightened he was at this moment!

Lin Lang was kneeling, leaning forward, holding a corner of the little prince's clothes, not allowing people to continue to escape.

The little prince looked at her in horror and stretched out her hand. She could not help but feel a spasm and pain. The whole person was shaking like chaff.

He was terrified and desperate.

The other side's eyes with a smile, gently covered the child's eyes.

"Promise Aung, don't bully peanuts, and..."

"Remember to grow up."

The palm is no longer warm.

The little prince never cried again.

The man who coaxed him is no longer there.

People use their magic power to resist the disaster of extermination. What makes them collapse is that all levels of magic weapons are out of order, and their accomplishments are suppressed. They are almost equal to unarmed ordinary people! The venerable people are sad to find that when the catastrophe comes, they have no strength to fight back!

Compared with the vast and majestic world, they are really as small as ants, and they can't help themselves to live and die.

My life is up to me. It's just a joke.

The dignitaries are pale. Are they really going to die here today?Just as they regretted, they suddenly found that the deadly storm had stopped.

They raised their faces carefully and blankly, and everything returned to normal.

The day is still that day, only days, no months.

Peach trees grow well in the soil, swaying brightly with the wind.

The fatal wounds on them disappeared.

As if nothing had happened.

Except for the dull little prince.

Except for the kid who lost his mother.

The way of heaven regained consciousness. He stroked his forehead, and the broken pain came again and again.

And the chest, inexplicably stuffy.

He unconsciously scratched the front of his chest. His back was soaked in cold sweat, numb and itchy, like crawling through a nest of poisonous scorpions.

The way of heaven gasped for pain.

Why is it so hard?

When he tried to stabilize his chaos, he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance.

The fragrance is out of keeping with the fragrance of peach trees.

The way of heaven suddenly raised his eyes.

The little prince who is nearest to him looks at people coldly.

Clearly, it is the same pupil color, clearly is a similar contour, but the way of heaven does not feel any similar meaning.

"You What about your mother

He was a little embarrassed and did not dare to look directly into the child's excessively indifferent eyes.

"Dead."

Said the little prince calmly.

The body of heaven suddenly became stiff.

"You, what do you say?"

He unconsciously pinched the little prince's wrist, and his tone was close to asking.

He moved his hand and asked himself what to say?

The little prince's pent up mood finally broke out, "dead! It's dead! ashes to ashes! You killed Aung! You return my aunt! You give it back to me

He beat Yu Wuxue's chest madly.

The spirit of snow free jade trembles violently.

Dead? It's impossible How is that possible?

His double pupils turn wildly, and the divine light sweeps through time fragments to repeat the plot of the past.

The young mother covered the child's eyes to prevent him from seeing the cruel scene of his leaving. She leaned down, her lips touching her tender forehead, and seemed to want to tell her something, but finally she resisted, pitifully and reluctant.

She turned her head and looked at the child's father.

Like resentment, like regret.

At the end of the day, it's all in relief.

The tears on the cheek fell like shark beads and washed the blood on the lips.

She closed her eyes and accepted the verdict of fate.

Yu Wuxue's flesh and blood are no longer warm, just like a white jade puppet with cold air.

"You return my aunt Please Please give me back my aunt... " The little prince's throat was hoarse and his eyes were red again. He endured the humiliation of bowing his head to his enemy. He was so sad that he begged the man with great powers, "please, Dad, you give me back your Aung. The child will be obedient. The child kowtows to you, father and Dad, you let my mother go!"

Dad, he finally heard this expectant address.

But why now?

Why now?

Yu Wuxue turns his head stiffly and looks at the last relic she left him in this world.

"Daddy, please

The little prince banged his head.

In the past, the most afraid of pain children, in order to their mother do not want to kowtow.

White forehead stained with mud particles, quickly swelling up, less than a moment, the child hit his head, blood flow all over the face, sticky scarlet blurred vision. But he did not dare to wipe, nor dare to cry pain, this is the only chance for my mother to be reborn.

"Please, please forgive me..."

The child even changed to a more respectful address, look respectful and humble, but also with a bit of care to please, not all the usual smart.

The young animal's tender throat gave out a sharp wail.

"Ya'er has only one mother. Please be kind..."

The child was so dumb that he could hardly speak. With a blood clot in his mouth, he could only tear his throat.

The young and weak body was lying on the ground, and his back was shaking.

“…… Get up. "

There was a sound from the top of his head, which was subdued and did not show any color.

It's the father's voice.

The little prince raised his head in surprise, hoping for something humble and full of longing, "you Have you promised ya'er? "

The father took the child's arm and was about to pull him up. Hearing this, his heart felt as if he had fallen out of the fire. In an instant, he was burning with pain, and his spirit almost collapsed.

No, he can't pass out.

He has to protect people from leaving here safely.

Otherwise How dare he face his mother?

The way of heaven bites the tip of his tongue and excites the tired consciousness crazily.It's just a short moment.

In the eyes of a little man, I can see that his face is light, and the wind is so light.

The child has just returned to warm a heart and fell into the cold abyss.

"Your mother, she..." The father stopped, and did not want to deceive him because he was young. "Her spirit dissipated too early, and there was no trace. I Sorry, there's nothing I can do about it. "

The hand in the man's sleeve is tightly held and twitches, and he dare not teach the child to find his half fragile.

Ya'er is in great need of a reliable, strong and able to withstand the wind and rain.

As a husband, he can grieve, he can be disheartened, even walking dead.

But as a father, he has to think for his children.

He is innocent and should not be buried with his parents.

"I'll take you back to the sword gate." Heaven said in a low voice, "your teacher and uncle are very good, and will take care of you to grow up safely."

The little prince clenched his teeth. "I don't want Shigong Shibo. I want my mother."

"I said, your mother is gone." The way of heaven endured the fishy sweetness of his throat. His condition was very bad, both physically and mentally, to the end of the mountain. Even at the beginning of his birth, he was not so fragile.

The way of heaven is hard to support, so as not to let people see the frailty of the strange, so as not to take advantage of the opportunity to enter, but the child did not understand his father's pain, and insisted on sprinkling salt on his wound, reminding him again and again of the ruthlessness of his avatar, so that his beloved was destroyed.

"No matter what you think, I'm your father. You have to go back with me." The way of heaven looked very calm, "you are still young, you need to be watched, otherwise it is easy to take a fork in the road, just like..."

He stopped the second half of the time.

The father subconsciously looks at his younger son.

“…… Like what? Like my mother? You Why do you say my mother? "

The little prince clenched his fist tightly, his eyes red and swollen, like a sensitive little hedgehog. Whoever dares to say that his wife is not right, he dares to fight for it.

The way of heaven is slightly uneasy.

"Ya'er --"

the way of heaven was trying to explain that he was stabbed by the child's resentful eyes, and he was in the same place for a moment and lost his ability to speak.

A moment ago, he lost his love.

At this moment, the only blood hostility, hate him, refused to any close.

He was not good at words, opened his mouth, or silent, gently picked up the little guy.

"Pa --"

the back of the hand is hit by strength.

The child beat his father's palm hard.

Yu Wuxue is stunned.

The little guy stepped back.

Ten steps.

Separated into a distinct world.

The little prince bit his finger and took a drop of blood solemnly.

There was a light golden light all around.

The way of heaven is so sharp that his face changes greatly.

"Stop --"

it's a pity that he is still a little slow.

Beyond the golden light, there is an incredible father.

In the golden light, he is a son with a cold face and a determined heart.

"I, the devil Langya, swear at this moment -"

the drop of blood fell into his eyes, forced open a round of blood Yang, deduced the heaven and earth ability of Hetu Luoshu, and faintly showed the dignity of commanding all living beings.

The innocent color in the children's eyes disappeared completely.

"The law of heaven is unjust. Take the place of it until death Fang Xiu

Heaven's Qi and blood surged, and a touch of scarlet overflowed from the corners of his lips.

The little prince did not look at it. After he made his oath, he did not return to leave.

Naturally, the devil's confidant wants to follow his royal highness. His majesty issued an imperial edict before his death. If she dies, the prince will take the throne at any time.

"Master..."

The elder of Jianmen called out worried.

They don't know what's going on. The closest father and son have turned against each other.

"Do you want to Let's chase the young master back? " The elder elder suggested carefully.

Father covered his lips and coughed gently.

Just when the elder was going to make up his own mind to recover, he heard the leader's cold to merciless voice, "no need. Don't shout this address, young master. I made a mistake. He is not my real blood. This son is lawless. Sooner or later, he will get into trouble and fall to pieces. You can't make friends with such a maniac. "

This means that Jianmen will continue to suppress the demons?

The elder couldn't help but think of the immortal lady, whose eyes and eyebrows were burning like peaches. I don't know how many countries and cities have been dumped. However, her son is only nine years old. Even if she is placed in the sword gate where there are so many talents, she can only wield the first sword. Can he really keep the eternal foundation of the goddess? Not to mention the complicated situation in the mainland of Taishi, where there are many powerful countries and surrounded by wolves, these old skilful people who do not eat the children's bones clean are considered to be the empress's face.“…… Yes

The elder dare not refute the leader's opinion.

"This war is over. Let's go."

The leader in white turned to leave and chose another way to leave.

Walking against each other like a stranger.

The storm of the ancient country finally subsided, but the ripples it brought was quietly brewing changes.

In a short period of one hundred years, the gate of the sword became sharper and straighter like a scabbard sword.

The master of the magic gate also changed his old cautious style, annexing the Western demons, courting the Dawu Dynasty, and gathering the three forces to isolate the sword gate.

One day, when the time was ripe, millions of demons came to Jianmen.

"The devil Langya, come to learn the matchless swordsmanship of the master of Jianmen."

Headed by a young man, his eyebrows fly into the temples, his face is elegant, and his white dress sets off his tall and slender figure.

Just like a mother, she is so gorgeous.

"He's still here."

The white haired elder sighed and turned to look at the disciple who had no sorrow or joy.

"No snow, do you really want to fight him?"

"Nature."

This should be the most inseparable father and son or to the most tragic end.

The supreme elder has some regrets. If he had no selfish intention and agreed to the marriage, would the final cause and effect be different?

It was snowing heavily all the time in Jianmen. The leader in white stood on the top of the mountain. His clothes were like the wind. He was ethereal.

"You really don't fear death. You can't stand it for a hundred years. You can't talk about a long life."

The way of heaven droops his eyelids, like a mole ant overlooking the soles of his feet.

The young man sneered, "come on, Lord of heaven, you can kill your wife and testify. I, the son who is not recognized by you, can't teach you. It's just that you are the leader of the fairyland. You don't care to be with the devil gate. You've been bothering me for a long time. You just want to take this opportunity to end it together. "

Seeing that there was no sword on the way of heaven, he added, "you and I are neither father and son, nor do you talk about the hypocritical benevolence and morality. You can do what you want. You don't have to keep those ridiculous promises when my aunt is dead. You should know why I came here. My mother can't get back her justice. As a son, naturally, she should inherit her will. I'd like to die for a martyr and never regret dying! "

The way of heaven said coldly, "no need. I don't need a sword, and you're no match. "

The corner of the young man's mouth tilted, ironically, "whatever you want."

There was a great change in the mountain.

Both days.

All living beings bow to it.

"Hum -"

the elder Taishang's expression changed slightly.

Once again, ten thousand swords roared in unison.

"Master, younger brother, he..." The fat elder looked at the weapons of the riot in the sky and hesitantly asked, "will everything happen?"

The elder Master said softly, "your younger brother has already broken away from the shackles. The law of heaven and earth has been added to his body. Langya is not his opponent."

The fat elder breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, he saw someone walking down the mountainside.

The man was in white, like a lotus in water.

"Younger martial brother --"

the fat elder master exclaimed with joy.

The other side of the face seems to be aware of it.

The color of his lips was pale, and his face was startled.

It's a young junior brother.

No, it's not.

The fat elder stepped back in horror.

The other side took back his cold eyes and walked slowly down the mountain.

It's snowing harder and harder.

The world is dark, and some people are buried in the endless snow.

"When he grows up, you should rest assured."

On a certain day, a passer-by found an unknown body in the snow mountain.

Face and identity are no longer recognizable.

Only the left wrist bone wears a green ring, immortal, immortal, warm as before.

"What is this, grandfather?"

The little girl carried a small bamboo basket and looked curiously.

"It's said that it's a love Keepsake made by the demons a long time ago. It's called a green silk bracelet."

The old man touched the child's head.

"Wow, it's from the demons! The emperor is also a demon! Why doesn't he get married and stay here? It's cold here. " Asked the little girl innocently.

"Maybe it's too far to go back..."

So I've spent my whole life, but I can't.