Zhao Xiang stared at his father's face, seeing that his face was getting paler and paler, and hearing that his voice was getting hoarse, as if he had endured thousands of years of torment and could no longer bear the slightest pain, "After several rounds of research and reasoning, the core figure of a certain terrorist organization came to a conclusion that if you want to keep everyone in the Zhao clan in the best condition, it can only be transmitted in a single vein, and the body is the strongest between the ages of forty and fifty, and the body refined from this has a more terrifying and powerful defensive and offensive ability."
Starting from the first generation of ancestors of the Zhao family in Zhaojia Village, the Zhao family has continued this same scene of bloody and tearful history: "Zhao Xiang's body shook more violently, he seemed to feel something, but he didn't want to think about it, he seemed to grasp something, but he beat his head desperately, he wanted to numb himself, let himself sleep, and even wanted to let himself die in the next moment, he innocently thought, maybe this is a dream, wake up from the dream, there is nothing, it's a pity, when the father's dignified cold, hoarse and desolate words, When he stimulated all his auditory nerves again, he dimly and numbly knew that all this was true, it was not a dream, it was not an illusion, it was a real existence, it was the real composition of existence, every part of this truth, this illusion, every place, without exception, rushed down, blood surged, hatred rushed, despair rushed, struggle rushed, anger rushed to the sky, anger rushed to the sky, and resentment of the burning sea" That terrorist organization sent a woman with superb powers every time to marry the Zhao family, almost every generation of the Zhao family husband and wife, Probably died before the age of fifty, in fact, if the ancestral grave of the Zhao family is dug up, there is no corpse in it, because that woman has taken the Zhao family away, entered a certain organization, was refined by them, and was made into immortal slaves, divine slaves, or other divine pills, spirit dings, medicine furnaces, puppets and other commodities, to sell, to exchange, and even let them go desperately, as a gun and a horse to ride" Oh, hey, Zhao Xiang yelled a few times in succession, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he shouted angrily: "I'm going to kill you, kill you, kill, kill, Kill, kill" His eyes were red, his chest rose and fell violently, his fists were clenched with a rattling sound The mountains echoed, and he seemed to be unable to help but be angry, echoing Zhao Xiang's murderous aura at this moment, Zhao Xiang in the fourth area of Yujian seemed to have become a killing god, an evil god who was about to go mad Just when his mind was lost, and the aura of his whole body was raging, the aura that the nameless old man shot into his sea of consciousness suddenly dispersed, like a wonderful aura comb, and straightened out Zhao Xiang's violent aura in an instant, Wiped him from the edge of becoming a demon and turned evil into an evil spirit, and dragged him back.Uncle Huan, who was then paying attention to Zhao Xiang's winter development, said to himself nervously: "Fortunately, I have done my best to refine and purify the aura that the nameless old man shot into the master's sea of knowledge, otherwise, once the wisp of yin poisonous divine consciousness hidden in it cannot be eliminated and imprisoned, the master will definitely be controlled by this cunning and ruthless hypocrite at once, and the master will become a walking corpse from now on, and a gun and a horse for this old guy."
Zhao Xiang, who came to his senses, naturally understood everything immediately, he knew that he had picked up a small life from the brink of death again, and almost at the same time, he broke out with hatred for the nameless old man who refined the divine ring and jade slip, hum, old and immortal, the tragedy of my Zhao clan for ten thousand years, even if you are not the mastermind, you have a lot to do with it, I Zhao Xiang swears here, as long as I exist for one day, I will figure out who is behind everything and I will personally hand it out one by one all the people who make up this organization and this organization, to you, I, Zhao Xiang, will even be able to split the corpse and scatter the ashes, and Zhao Xiang, who was on the verge of rage, heard his father's voice in his ears again."
Xiang'er, after your aunt Hua Lanxiang's painstaking thoughts, she and Hu Jinshan jointly devised a plan, that is, to have two more sons, in order to reduce the breath of the bloodline of the ancient gods, so that a certain terrorist organization's actions against the Zhao family can be stopped for the sake of insurance, she suggested that I marry another mortal as a wife, maybe this can reduce the bloodline of the ancient gods even more, so I married Lan Xiaodie, that is, your mother is the second room" Zhao Ming's voice was full of tenderness, and his eyes seemed to be full of sweet memories.Zhao Xiang also took a long breath fiercely, forcibly held back the monstrous anger and endless sadness in his heart, and listened to his father's narration."
Your aunt originally thought that maybe a mortal woman would marry me and give birth to a mortal child, which would also leave a bloodline for the Zhao family, but what we didn't expect was that the breath of the ancient gods who gave birth to you was stronger than any of us, especially when you were two years old, the breath emitted from your body seemed to grow, and the number was increasing day by day" "We all panicked, we had to discuss with your mother, and had to tell the Zhao family secrets to her" "Your mother was stunned, But when she understood all this, she did not hesitate to agree with your aunt's approach, "What kind of approach is it Zhao Xiang doesn't know, he doesn't want to know now, because he deeply understands that his mother's consent, it must be an extremely helpless choice, the painful decision I don't know why, the anger just now seems to fly away, including the sadness that just rose, it seems to be silent and creeping He really feels that everything his father said seems to have nothing to do with him Zhao Xiang, nothing to do with it but, Why is his father's voice still like an awl, piercing deep into his ears and drilling into his heart, and it is like a violent wind sweeping arbitrarily, like a blade cruelly cutting He looked up at his numb head, looking at his father Zhao Xiang indifferently and felt very strange, how could he not even have a little pain, "When you were two years old, in March, one morning, your aunt slapped you hard for some reason, and slashed your forehead and chin with her nails, and a long scar appeared Xiang'er, that's not your aunt's cruelty, That is when she used her life's cultivation to make a seal for you in the form of blood sacrifices" "This seal, only on the face, through the four acupuncture points of Sizhukong, Qiuhou, Yingxiang, and Daying, can you completely seal the breath of the ancient gods you emit, the breath of the ancient gods for about a hundred years" Zhao Xiang touched the scar on his face, his hand began to tremble slightly, he sniffed his nose, once, twice, three, four, five times, looked up at his father, and felt that he was very close, but suddenly, he felt that he was far away, as if he was standing in the clouds, It's so unreal, so he can't catch it if he wants to, he can't push it away if he wants to, don't listen to it anymore, don't want to listen to it anymore, he doesn't have the courage to listen to it anymore, he may die However, his father's voice is still so involuntary that it is like an incomparably sharp silver needle, piercing his eardrums, reaching all his pain nerves, none of them are missing, and none of them are missing, and there is no "Your aunt has spent her whole life cultivating to seal all your ancient god breath, and her body is not getting worse day by day, she is no different from a mortal, She knew that it wouldn't take ten years for her demonic organization to discover all of this, and by then, she would die, and our Zhao clan would probably become extinct from it. ”"Since then, we have become more and more cold to you, and the same is true of your three elder brothers, although they know that they have an inevitable end that they cannot avoid, and they have no way to hide, but for you, they have to live secretly, and they have to pretend to be cruel and vicious, we do this, in order to exercise your ability to survive alone in this cold world, until you are forced to go to the Wuyue Sect to cultivate the truth with Hu Jinshan" "We all feel that maybe you go to cultivate the truth, it is possible to find a way to live, a real way to live, Maybe it's still to save the life of our Zhao clan" Zhao Xiang covered his ears with his hands and roared: "I don't want to listen, don't listen, don't listen, it's all fake, fake, fake, I don't want to listen to the echo of the mountains, I don't want to listen, it's all fake, fakeHis hands kept rising and falling, pounding the bluestone ground, he used the most powerful and vast strength in his body, his fingertips that were stronger than King Kong, and finally couldn't bear it, and a drop of blood, two drops, three drops, ticks, fell on the bluestone, like bright red sadness, and the poignant despair splashed his shaking, trembling, and treacherous life: