Divine Brilliance

Chapter 50: Huang Quan's Nether World

"This is where?"

In the depths of a group of mountains, on the stone platform on the side of the high hanging mountain, Zong Shou traveled around, and his thoughts were all stunned.

Then at the next moment, his eyes were attracted by a figure in front of him who was looking at Zhaoxia in the distance.

Once clothed, white and clean.Obviously not a very wide back, but the momentum is extremely magnificent, the breath is more unpredictable.

However, I do not know why, when Zong Shouwang passed away, he always felt that this person's figure was a bit sad.

"Shou'er, do you want your mother?"

"Of course I think! But Father Wang, don't you say that my mother is no longer in the cloud world and can't come back?"

"It is indeed not in the cloud world, but it is not impossible to come back!"

The figure laughed bitterly, but did not turn around: "It used to be only when your mother was dead, but she always remembered her recently. Or she should really work hard and bring her back. My guardian can't always be without Mother. "

"Really? Father, did you lie to me? Where is the mother, Shou'er wants to see her now."

Zong Shou became more and more inexplicable, and he clearly didn't want to speak, but this voice was completely uncontrollable.And it is extremely naive, as if accented by a six-year-old child.Especially when the mother-in-law spoke out, there was a sense of eager anticipation in her chest.

After frowning for a moment, he finally woke up.This should be a fragment of Zong Shou's 13-year memory.

The figure in front of him turned back with a big smile. His handsome face was full of pride and his eyes were fierce.

"It's okay to see your mother with me, but you can't be worse with your skills. Twenty years, only twenty years, let's go and see, what is the Lu family that claims to dominate the world of 800 small thousand Tyranny— "

Zong Shou's eyes narrowed slightly. Wasn't this figure the blood demon saint he knew well, Jiuwei Tianhu?

Before you can think about it in the future, all the pictures in front of you are shattered.Zongshou's consciousness flows along the long river of memory.Not long afterwards, he came to a memory screen again.

This time it was changed to a wide school ground, with many stone locks next to it, and a large number of swords and halberds.

His chest and abdomen is a sharp gasp.The body also seems to be undergoing intense exercise, extremely tired.

Inside his chest, he held his breath, endlessly unwilling, flooding Xintian.It is useless to hate heaven and earth for being unfair, and hate your body.

It was still the middle-aged man, but at this time, there was no sharpness in his eyes, but it was all the color of heartache and guilt.

"Okay, Shou'er, your chakra is not open because you have the double veins of a shemale. It is not your fault to practice martial arts. It is useless to torture yourself again. It is impossible to take the path of martial arts training, not to practice soul Li? In a few days, your father will send you to Linhai Academy— "

The memory was broken again. When Zongshou's eyes, again, from the countless pieces of the picture, gradually made up a scene, but in a narrow corridor.

Zong Shou walked inside, only listening to both sides, and countless fine voices passed into his ears.

"This person, could it be the waste of Class B? After three years, I still can't break the soul sea?"

"It's him. It is said that this man is still the son of Qiantian Mountain. His future Highness Demon King—"

"Cut! The demon clan has always respected the strong. How can those who do Tianshan serve him? Won't they be dead?"

"It's ridiculous, since there is no talent at all, you should leave yourself! White occupies a quota, a spiritual place!"

Unlike before, Zong Shou keeps his chest at this moment.The unwillingness to grow stronger and resentment was even more surging.In addition to these, there is a trace of despair that fills my heart.

Then not only the memory of Zongshou's 13 years, but also the injustices and sufferings of his previous life, all of which were turned out one by one.

The sorrow of bereavement of father in childhood, to support the sick mother alone.After working part-time, he was admitted to the highest school in the east of Yunjie with relentless hard work every day.However, he was robbed of the quota with power, and he could not even finish his studies.My mother died alone.

After struggling hard, he gradually showed his talents in the shopping mall, but was pushed out by jealousy.Can only be reduced to working in the library.

Zong Shou looked at it with a smile, as if it were none of his business.Then with a wave of his hand, all the illusions in front of him disappeared.

Opening his eyes again, only listening to the sound of Xiao continued, still swirling gently.And Zhao Yanran himself seemed to be completely immersed in his mind, his expression focused.

Zong Shou laughed dumbly, leaning his back lazily on his back, which was extremely comfortable, and was lying obliquely under the eaves.

Then, when Xiao Sheng changed rhythm again, the pine pattern wind sword in his hand, with the scabbard, tapped lightly beside him.

The sound was not loud, but the sound of Jinmu's attack made Xiao Yin suddenly stagnate.

The sad mood disappeared immediately.

Zhao Yanran couldn't help but looked over in surprise.Seeing that Zong Shou actually kept awake, smiled.Instinctively, it was a shock.

Frowning his brows, Zhao Yanran was about to change his tone, waves of spiritual power, and bursts in the direction of the clouds.But I saw Zong Shou, knocking again with the sword.This time, it was extremely abrupt and just right, so that her flute sound suddenly confused.Some of the remaining meanings are gone.

Yin Yang and Chu Xue, who were immersed in their memories, gradually recovered from their soberness at this time.Seeing the situation in front of me, I was puzzled.However, in just a moment, each was cold and sweating, his eyes palpitated.

In Zhao Yanran's eyes, there is also a slight ice front.One time can be said to be a coincidence, but it can be two consecutive times, but it can never be explained by accident.

The person in front of him actually had a way to crack his own Huangquan Nether Music.

It was too late to think about how to deal with it. The third tap was already ringing again.

This third time, not only caused her to feel confused, but even the inner breath of her body seemed to be unstable.There is even a sigh of breath, which is blocked at the chest and cannot be vented.

Zhao Yanran's eyes flickered and paused for a moment, but he still blew out the notes behind.

Then I saw Zong Shou on the opposite side, and the corners of my lips were picked incomparably, and it was the fourth time that I hit the board with a sword.

Her flute sound is not only unsustainable.The blood halo on the coat next to the left chest expanded a full circle at this instant.

The man's peachy face seemed pale now.

It's just that when the ice cold in that eye recedes, it's still not half annoying. The fanaticism is even more fierce.

The young man under the age of Chong in front of him could surprise her so much!

"Zong Shou, you're really only 13 years old? Have you ever studied the temperament before? My Huangquan nether tune, even my sisters, was always helpless. I was able to free myself from my tune, It ’s already extraordinary. If I can break my tune again, it ’s not even a vulgar warrior. I can do it. How can it be possible for a jade like you to call me now? If so, if you agree. In addition to the lotus seeds of the two magical fireworks, they can also give you three refining pill. If you do n’t agree, I wo n’t be able to force— ”

Zong Shou secretly sighed, rubbing his eyebrows bitterly.This crazy woman really seems to be staring at herself.

She was racking her brains and thinking about how to find a way to pass the girl.But suddenly I felt a huge shadow, shrouded in.

When I looked up at the sky again, I saw a dragon shadow in the clouds, winding at a height of three hundred feet.

Zong Shou couldn't help but relax and waited for ten days.This one is finally here.