Chapter 2633: Fighting Alone with the Way of Heaven, Arbitrary for Eternity, the Pain of Life (7)

Volume 9: Fighting alone with the way of heaven, being dictatorial for eternity Chapter 2655: The pain of life (7)

The fighting in the Bahuang Sea is in full swing. The royal alliance used the cover of the battle formation to resist the onslaught from the Great Chaos Realm. Although Yang Dingfeng and the others fought hard, they completely regarded this place as a training ground and even more as a way to vent their anger. The place. In the Battle of Red Phoenix half a year ago, they suffered heavy casualties, and they were unable to take revenge because they were too injured. They had to wait for half a year, so they all suppressed their anger and boiled with murderous intent, and continued to attack fiercely.

If you are injured and tired, go back to the Forbidden Island at the back, where there are two ancient trees that reach the sky, which can provide life force. If the consumption is too large, immediately return to the Forbidden Island of Lost Joy, where a steady stream of spiritual power is being plundered from the heaven and earth, which can be quickly replenished and once again in full swing, kill the Eight Desolate Beast Realm.

No one noticed the changes thousands of miles away, and no one thought about the tragedy that was happening in the Great Chaos Realm.

Although Zhan Hua did not directly participate in the battle, she continued to draw energy from the sky and the sea, and transformed into a huge sword of creation through Tianjing Mountain. It slashed through the Eight Desolate Beast Realm, reinforced other Huangwu, and brought huge power to the Royal Alliance. pressure.

The little boy was still restrained by the funeral flowers and could not participate in the war. He was not qualified to participate in the war, but this time he was lucky enough to be able to sit on Tianjing Mountain and watch the battlefield in the distance. The continuous and exciting fighting gave him a huge impact. His big eyes looked here and there, he was almost too busy, and his little mouth did not close tightly, and kept letting out childish exclamations.

The collisions in those scenes were so exciting. Huge and domineering beasts were rampaging across the sky, striking the barrier, the powerful Huangwu pulling the energy of the world, converging into a fierce offensive, and the mysterious weapons blooming with a blinding light, emitting a gorgeous and powerful light. offensive.

The outside of the island was a scene of complete disaster, full of madness and killing, but he watched it with great interest, and those scenes were like heavy hammers hitting his consciousness, stimulating the restless blood in his body. He sighed with emotion from time to time and kept clenching his fists, imagining that one day he would be able to cause the sky to collapse with a wave of his hand, and he would also be able to participate in such a war.

"Eh..." The boy suddenly noticed a staggering man walking under Tianjing Mountain. The man was obviously very tall, but his shoulders were slumped, his hair was disheveled, and his whole body was glowing with a faint golden light, but he was dragging a sharp knife in his hand. Holding the sword, he staggered step by step, walking toward Tianjing Mountain in despair.

"Mom, there's a weirdo here." The boy tilted his head and looked at the weirdo strangely. Although he is very young, he can already easily condense spiritual power and gather it in any part of his body. He especially likes to gather spiritual power in his eyes, which allows him to see farther and clearer.

The funeral flower has already stood on the top of the mountain. Her red dress is like blood, fluttering gently, outlining her perfect figure. Her delicate face is cold, but it cannot hide her overwhelming beauty. She looked at the man walking down the mountain in silence for a long time... her red lips parted lightly: "That's your father."

"Huh?" The boy raised his head and looked at his mother beside him. He was unfamiliar with this father's name.

"He is the person buried in the tomb, and he is your father."

"Is he alive?" The boy still didn't understand. After all, he had not received this kind of education when he was young.

"He lives."

"Then why did you bury him?"

"Buried in the past."

The boy suddenly looked at the mother beside him with big black eyes. Although he didn't understand, he was a little happy. His little feet shook involuntarily because in his memory, his mother had never spoken to him so easily, let alone I asked and said what I said.

Zang Hua lowered her eyes slightly and looked at the boy beside her. Her cold eyes gradually became hazy, her red lips moved slightly and she whispered softly: "Nian'er, don't blame me."

"Huh?" The boy didn't hear clearly.

Zang Hua gently hugged the boy and kissed his forehead, tears forming in her eyes.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" The boy was not used to it. It was the first time that his mother hugged him like this when he grew up.

But Fang Hua hugged her tighter and tighter, tears bursting out of her eyes. No matter how strong or indifferent she was, she was still a woman after all, and the child in her arms was her only one and all her sustenance. But now...she might be about to lose it all.

"Mother? You're strangling me." The boy was choked so hard that he couldn't breathe and twisted his body uncomfortably.

"I'm going to be away for a while, it could be a few years, or it could be longer. You have to be strong and not cry, do you hear me?" Zang Hua looked at the boy with tearful eyes.

"Where are you going? Can you take me with you? I'm responsible for protecting you!" The boy clenched his fists hard.

Zang Hua suddenly smiled, and the tears that had just stopped fell down her beautiful cheeks again.

"Ah...Mother, you are smiling." The boy looked at the funeral flowers in surprise and smiled: "Mother, you are so beautiful."

Yan Hua hugged the boy tightly, and after being heartbroken several times, she finally let him go: "Remember what I said, from today on, no matter what happens, no matter what others say to you, don't leave Tianjing within two years. Mountain. You cannot leave this island until you are ten years old. If I come back, I will take you out to see the scenery outside. If I cannot come back..."

"Can't you come back?" No matter how young the boy is, he realizes that his mother is abnormal.

Zang Hua shook her head slowly, and before the boy could ask any more questions, she waved her hand and raised a large number of petals, covering the boy and sealing him into Tianjing Mountain. She closed her eyes, evaporated the tears on her face, stepped on the dancing blood petals, and walked towards Qin Ming. The moment Qin Ming walked into the Forbidden Island with his sword, she noticed and understood.

In fact, as early as a year ago, she noticed the murderous intention that occasionally flashed in her consciousness, but the intention was very weak, so she didn't pay much attention to it, and it was not clear whether it was because she still had hatred for Qin Ming and was thinking wildly, or because Any special reason. But she had similar doubts in her heart, that is, the way of heaven might have an influence on her through mysteries.

However, she firmly believes that she can control that thought and will, which is always a person's greatest potential and can burst out with infinite power. As long as she keeps her will, she can keep herself. She further believed that as long as she practiced hard and safely controlled the secrets, she could get rid of the influence of heaven on her. She even believed that even if one day came, at least Qin Ming's kingly way would be able to help. However, the moment she saw Qin Ming approaching, she understood that things were not as simple as she thought, and the worst result came much earlier than she expected.

Qin Ming dragged the Eternal Sword to the foot of Tianjing Mountain. He slowly raised his head and looked at the beautiful woman in fluttering blood-clothed clothes in front of him. Golden light surged all over his body, and the eternal sword bloomed with royal power, but it was all suppressed by his efforts.

Zhan Hua could clearly feel that the profound meaning of her Yuanling began to change, as if she had received some kind of stimulation, and the murderous intention in her consciousness began to become clear, and the killing intention pointed to the power in Qin Ming's body.

"I'm sorry..." Qin Ming's voice was hoarse and he didn't dare to look directly into Zian Hua's eyes.

Funeral Flower didn't ask any further questions. Since Qin Ming was standing here, it meant that he really had no choice but to do so. And Qin Ming's body not only had golden blood, but also shocking red blood, which may have belonged to Yue Qing, the palace master... and the Hunshi War King.

Zang Hua looked at Qin Ming silently. Not only did his long hair stick to his handsome face, but it also became dim and even a little distorted. Seeing this man who had always been strong in such a state of desolation, she could almost feel the pain surging in his heart. And sadness, she could better imagine his mood at this moment.

For them, this scene and this moment was painful for Qin Ming.

"Don't visit him within three years. If I can come back, I will explain to him. If I can't come back... let him go." Burial Flower whispered. This was her only nostalgia and her only prayer.

"Yeah." Qin Ming's throat rolled slightly, and the hand holding the Eternal Sword trembled slightly.