Dao: Journey to the Top of the Universe

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Three days later, a message spread throughout Zhao Guoxiu.

The Weizhou wooden family, in order to keep their blood lines intact, swallowed up the spirits with viciousness, devoured the flesh and blood spiritual roots of the genius monks of the Eight Kingdoms of Zhao State, raised bloodlines, and kept the family flourishing. Seven years ago, the incident was revealed, and was discouraged by Xiaochen, a disciple of Xiaoyungu, who escaped by chance, and then led to the pursuit of the Mu family, rushed into a crack in the space, and died or died.

Seven years later, Xiao Chen returned and destroyed the Mu family. Do not want to Mu Mu and other monks, in order to save their lives, sacrificed to 100,000 sacrifices to the demons, in the end, the Mu clan suffered from back bite, and the blood was cut off.

The news spread, shocking the world.

The Weizhou Wooden House opens the trial world every two hundred years, helping the sects to cultivate their disciples for free.

After the trial, there are disciples who have died inexplicably during practice, and most of them are not weak. They belong to various disciples.

Zongmen also questioned this year, but the Mu family's attitude was arrogant and the strength was far away.

At this moment, as the news was made public, the truth was revealed to the world, the blood of the Mu family was cut off, and countless monks clapped their hands.

Naturally, there are those who questioned. Suspicion was an excuse Xiao Chen used to conceal his killing, but in the end he could only hide it in his mouth and dare not reveal it.

As Zhao Guoxiu's realm boiled, there were several strange things happening.

The three thousand strongest gates in Weizhou, Supreme Demon Sect, Qingzhou Yuzong Sect, and Zhao Guo were the three strongest sects. On the same day, the suzerain, several elders, and many disciples under the door all died strangely.

If this matter is unusual, it must be the earth-shaking event, but at this moment it seems insignificant and has not attracted much monk eyes.

Luoyun Valley and Xiaocheng have once again become the focus of countless monks. Numerous schools have sent heavy monks to visit.

The Mu family is gone, Xiao Chen returns, and Luoyun Valley and the Xiao family are bound to flourish. This is a fixed number.

The monk met, Xiao Chen lived behind the scenes and never showed up, but no one dared to show his dissatisfaction.

. . . . .

Falling Cloud Valley.

Fangqibamu Medicine Garden, a small lake, a few wild flowers, a few clusters of grass, quiet and indifferent.

In the gazebo, the two sat on the floor, holding jugs and drinking.

Xiao Chen's face was bitter, his whole body relaxed, and he rarely drank a little alertness, drank his head up, drank, and soaked his front pockets, like the tears of the Yiren.

His eyes were slightly blurred, and he swept around, the landscape was still, and the grass carp in the lake was content with himself, shaking his head and swinging his tail.

It's a pity that Qian Ying isn't there, Fang disappears, I don't know where to find it.

On the day of the meeting, there is no future, when can we meet and re-smile.

Imagine that year, under the gazebo, the two sat opposite each other, with breeze, dishes, and fine wine, named Sijun.

Tender and gentle, indifferent like water, no gorgeous words, no sadness.

Stop at heartbeat and love each other.

The three-year agreement, the Yiren's words still haunt themselves:

"Three years later, under the gazebo, he was dressed up in a smile, waiting for the king to step on the colorful clouds, and welcomed me to the Xiao family in Xiaocheng to meet the second old man.

Beauty is like jade, and her face is beautiful.

If there is no misfortune of the Mu family, the two have already become twin monks. At this moment, they are exploring the avenue, and Qin Se is in a close relationship.

Viewing the sunrise, watching the moon at night, relatively smiling, indifferent and gentle. There is no such **** rain and blood today, nor many past lives and tribulations.

But at this moment, it's late.

Xiao Chen's heart was more bitter, and he drank again.

Qing Yunzi said, vividly. As if you can see, the beautiful shadow is standing here, his face is white, and he does not want to move his fingers just to save his life.

The Quartet's whereabouts were revealed, leading countless monks to hang themselves, Xiao Chen fighting alone, beheading and killing all the way, blood and rain moving forward.

In the midst of severe wounds, there was scarlet energy infused, suspicious, and thoughtless.

After all, today knows where this blood comes from.

In honor of two thousand birthdays, Huang Quanzong shook the monk's magical power, and Yuanshen was hit hard, and he wanted to collapse.

Suddenly help, protect his life, survive today.

All this is what Ji Yuewu did for him, silent.

Thank you, Yiren is not here.

The bitterness is even worse, the drink is swallowed, and the heart palpitates.

Xing Tian shook his head and never spoke comfort, but just like Xiao Chen, drinking heavily.

"Jiyuewu departed that day. The old man had intentionally let me know that this is Zhongzhou."

"Perhaps this is what he wants to relay to Xiaochen Taoyou through Xingtian."

"Presumably this old man didn't think of it. Seven years later, Xiao Chen Dao You Xiu has reached the state of today, and the world is so big that he can go there."

"Although Zhongzhou is a place full of powerful men, and the Zongmen giants are running rampant, it is enough for Taoism to cultivate."

Having said that, he paused, drank fine wine, and sighed.

"Ji Yuewu has no affection for you. In any case, you must not lose her."

"I knew she was in Zhongzhou, so you can go and find her."

Xiao Chen heard the words, pondered for a moment, then nodded.

Ji Yue Wu, after all, he is the woman who wants to get back and make good compensation. This cannot be forgotten.

"When is it out?"

Xing Tian frowned slightly. With Xiao Chen's heart, he knew that he should go straight to Zhongzhou regardless of all these.

Right now, the performance is somewhat abnormal.

Xiao Chen looked dim, slowly shook his head, and said, "After March, I will go out again to Zhongzhou."

"After this day, Xiao Chen will not go out and stay at home to serve his parents and his elders to make up for these years of regrets."

Xing Tian heard the words, thoughtfully, and sighed.

The two raised their drinks and drank on their backs.

Get drunk.

. . . . .

Since March, Xiao Chen has not left the Xiao family for half a step, and any visitor has declined.

At dawn, I packed up and went to where my parents were. Please say hello.

Early.

Sitting in the shade of the tree at noon and the second old man, they talked about the matter for a few years. The language was peaceful and the crisis was all understated.

In the noon, the Xiao family gathered together, exulting and exulting. Seeing the people thrive, the elders were happy, and the forehead wrinkles stretched.

Over the day, Xiao Chen pointed out personally on the martial arts field. The Xiao family stepped into the gas-refining junior, and was very surprised and humbly asking for advice. The second old man sat on the sidelines, whispered softly, and looked at the only son, all of which was the color of pride.

After the banquet, I supported the elders and took a walk under the moon to ease the fatigue during the day.

About half an hour, the old man was a little lacking. Xiao Chen personally delivered it to the room, waited for sleep, and took the door out.

There was no interruption on March 90.

Xiao Chen, like a mundane person, emerges from the sun and sleeps at sunset.

Walking on the avenue, endless slaughter, his heart was exhausted, and he was completely relaxed and rested at this moment.

At noon that day, Xiao Chen was sitting on the bench, both parents were sitting side by side, his face was slightly tired, but his spirit was very good.

"Zi Yan, the son's first woman, I told the Elder, although she didn't want to recognize me, when I finally couldn't forget her."

"She has become our Xiao family's woman. I always want to find her back for the second old man to see."

Father Xiao nodded and looked relieved. "Yuewu's girl is also very good. Although you are different now, these two girls are rare in the world. You must treat them better."

"Your father said well, Ji Yuewu's girl, mother likes it, you must marry her home."

"As for Ziyan, she must have something to hide. As a manly husband, you need to take more care."

Xiao's mother spoke quietly.

Xiao Chen nodded respectfully, "My parents are assured, my son remembers it."

As usual, Xiao Chen spoke and both parents listened.

Today is talking about the Sifang City auction. As time passed, Xiao Father and Xiao Mother closed their eyes slowly, as if they were asleep, and the corners of their mouths still smiled.

Xiao Chen spoke, her voice very low, as if she was afraid of waking her parents up.

But this time, the story is extremely long.

Day and night, Xiao Chen was sitting on the bench, cuddling his parents, and speaking lowly.

With red eyes and tears, everything was silent.

Throughout the Xiao family, no one dared to approach here and bother. Secretly operating, silently, Bai Su was covered with branches, and raised white paper lanterns.

Parents, go.

Xiao Chen already knew about this result.

Seven years of thoughts, mourning and sorrow, the old man's blood has dried up, the source has been dissipated and he is weak. If Xiao Chen was not in his heart, he would have gone.

After returning home, Xiao Chen combed his body with spiritual power as his second wife. Today, this is the limit.

From the east, Xiao Chen got up, bowed down with respect, kneeling, and his voice frowned, and he frowned.

"Unfilial child Xiao Chen, send the second old man to heaven!"

The following three days, the Xiao family was greatly mourned. Every ordinary couple died, but countless monks came to worship.

Zhao Guo, even in the surrounding areas, no less than 100,000 monks came.

Xiao Chen knelt in the Lingtang, converging. Enter the monk, kneel down and respectfully.

As ordinary people, this can be the case.