The battle in the Eight Desert Seas was in full swing. The Royal Alliance with the help of the cover of the battle formation strongly resisted the fierce attack from the Great Chaos Realm. Although Yang Dianfeng and the others were struggling to kill, they completely regarded this place as a training ground and even more as a place to vent their anger. In the Battle of Chifeng half a year ago, they suffered heavy casualties, and were also unable to take revenge due to their serious injuries. This was half a year, so they were all holding their anger, boiling murderous intent, and constantly attacking.

If you are injured and tired, you will retreat to the Forbidden Island behind. There are two ancient trees that can provide life force. If you consume too much, you will immediately retreat to the Forbidden Island. There is a steady stream of plundering spiritual power from the heaven and earth, which can be quickly replenished and then kill to the Eight Wilderness Beast Realm in full bloom.

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

Although Zanghua did not participate in the war directly, she continued to draw energy from the sea of ​​heaven and sea, transformed into a huge sword of creation through Tianjing Mountain, slashing the Eight Wilderness Beast Realm, reinforcing other Huangwus and bringing huge pressure to the royal alliance.

The little boy was still bound by the burial flower and could not participate in the war. He was not qualified to participate in the war, but this time he was lucky enough to sit on Tianjing Mountain to watch the battlefield in the distance. The continuous and wonderful fighting brought him a great impact. He looked here with big eyes and then there, and he was almost too busy to get busy, and his little mouth never closed, and kept making tender awesome sounds.

The collisions were so exciting. Huge and overwhelming beasts crippled the sky, attacking the barriers, and the powerful brilliance of the world, gathered into a fierce offensive. The mysterious weapons burst into a vast haze, emitting a gorgeous and powerful offensive.

The outside of the island was completely a scene of disaster, full of madness and killing, but he was very excited to see it, and the scenes were hitting into his consciousness like a heavy hammer, stimulating the restless blood in his body. He sighed from time to time, and kept clenching his fists, fantasizing that one day he would wave his hand and lead the sky to collapse and participate in such a war.

"Huh..." The boy suddenly noticed a man staggeringly walking at the foot of Tianjing Mountain. The man was obviously tall, but his shoulders were drooping, his hair was disheveled, and his body was filled with a faint golden light. He was dragging a sharp sword in his hand. He staggered step by step, and walked towards Tianjing Mountain in a daze."

Mother, there is a weird guy there." The boy tilted his head and looked at the weird guy strangely. Although he was very young, he could easily condense his spiritual power and gather in any part of his body. He especially liked to condense his spiritual power in his eyes, which would make him see farther and clearer.

The clay flower has already stood at the top of the mountain, her red skirt is as blood as blood, gently fluttering, outlining her perfect figure, her delicate face is cold, but it cannot cover the beauty of the country. She silently looked at the man walking down the mountain, and after a long time...the red lips opened gently: "That's your father."

Hum?" The boy raised his head and looked at the mother beside him, very unfamiliar with the name of this father.

He is the one buried in the tomb, your father."

He is alive?" The boy still doesn't understand. After all, he was young and had not received such education."

He is alive."

Then why did you bury him?"

"It's buried in the past."

The child looked at his mother beside him with his big black eyes. Although he couldn't understand, he was a little happy. His little feet couldn't help but shake his feet a few times, because in my memory, my mother had never spoken to him so easily, let alone what she asked and said.

Hua's eyes drooped slightly, looking at the boy beside her, her cold eyes gradually became hazy, her red lips moved slightly, and she said softly: "Nian'er, don't blame me."

Hum?" The boy didn't hear it clearly.

Hua gently picked up the boy and kissed him on the forehead, which turned into tears in her eyes.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?" The boy was a little uncomfortable. It was the first time that his mother hugged him like this when she grew up.

But the chua hugged her tighter and tighter, tears burst out from her eyes. No matter how strong or cold she was, she was still a woman after all, and the child in her arms was her only, and all her sustenance. And now... she might be losing all this."

Mother? You tighten me." The boy was so embarrassed that he couldn't breathe and twisted his body in discomfort.

"I'm leaving for a while, maybe it's a few years, or maybe it's longer. You have to be strong and not cry, have you heard it?" Zhanhua looked at the boy with tears in his eyes."

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

Zanghua suddenly smiled, and the tears that had just stopped slid down on her beautiful cheeks again."

Oh... Mother, you laughed." The boy looked at Zhanhua in surprise and laughed: "Mother, you are so beautiful."

Zhan Hua hugged the boy tightly and felt a lot of heart before letting him go: "Remember what I said, starting today, no matter what happens, no matter what others say to you, don't leave Tianjing Mountain within two years. Before the age of ten, you can't leave this island. If I come back, I will take you out and see the scenery outside. If I can't come back..."

Can't come back?" No matter how young the boy was, he realized his mother's abnormality.

Zanghua slowly shook her head. Before the boy could ask again, she waved her hand and raised a large piece of petals, covering the boy, and sealed him into Tianjing Mountain. She closed her eyes, evaporated the tears on her face, and walked towards Qin Ming on the bloody petals of Qingwu. 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 intent that occasionally flashed in her consciousness, but the thought was very weak, and she didn't care too much, and it was hard to be sure if it was still hatred for Qin Ming, thinking about random things, or something special. But she had a similar doubt in her heart, that is, the way of heaven might have an impact on her through the mystery. But

Yes, she firmly believed that she could control that thought and will will, which would always be a person's greatest potential, and could burst out with infinite power. As long as she kept her will, she could defend herself. She firmly believed that as long as she worked hard to practice and safely control the mystery, she could get rid of the influence of the way of heaven on her. She believed that even if one day really came, at least Qin Ming's kingly way could help. However, the moment she saw Qin Ming coming, 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 sword of eternity and came to the foot of Tianjing Mountain. He slowly looked up and looked at the beautiful woman in front of him in the blood-clothed clothes. He was filled with golden light, and the sword of eternity was filled with the power of the kingly way, but they were all suppressed by his efforts.

The flower can clearly feel that the mystery of the Yuanling begins to change, as if it is stimulated by some kind of stimulation, and the murderous intent in its consciousness begins to be clear, and the murderous intent refers 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 the eyes of Zaihua.

Burial Flower didn't ask much. Since Qin Ming was standing here, it means he was really forced to do so. Qin Ming not only had golden blood, but also shocking red blood. It might be Yue Qing, the Palace Master... and the King of War.

Zanghua looked at Qin Ming silently. Her handsome face not only had long hair sticks to her long hair, but also became dim and even a little distorted. Seeing this man who had always been strong so down and out, she could almost feel the pain and sadness that surged in his heart, and she could even imagine his mood at this moment.

One scene, at this moment, for them, it was Qin Ming who was suffering."

Don't go to see him within three years. If I can come back, I will explain to him, if I can't come back... let him go." Zhan Hua Wenyu, this is her only nostalgia and her only wish."
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