The Prince of the World

Tianhuang Continent, the Great Cloud Empire, a corner of peace.

At the foot of the barren mountain, there was a thatched hut, the red sun rose early, a gray robe, and the dry and fluffy old ricket walked slowly out of it. A thick sorrow flashed in his muddy eyes, and he staggered to the top of the barren mountain.

I don't know how long it took, the old man finally climbed into the vast deserted mountain, but the sun had set westward.

Looking at the red sun that is about to fall, he makes a long sigh, as if regretting, as if lonely: under the red sunset, he will rise again the next day, but ... will he have another chance after death? ?

Looking down, staring at the bottomless abyss enough to devour him, he closed his eyes in despair, flashing everything in his mind like a movie.

His name is Yanli, and his soul was worn to the heavenly continent with the respect of martial arts one hundred years ago, and he was attached to a waste material disciple in the "Great Desert Palace". Perhaps the combination of souls mutated, and he transformed into a young generation in the palace. Genius disciples, great characters.

That year, Lin Jingyun was not a peerless sword **** full of continents, but a black-bellied boy; that year, when Long Ziyue entered the sect, he was not a goddess admired by thousands of people.

Later, the future sword **** became his younger brother, and the future goddess was successfully convinced by him, and he was enamoured by him.

He cultivated and climbed up gradually. In just three years, he broke through the Yuan Realm and achieved the Profound Realm. The younger generation was unparalleled. The owner of the Great Wasteland Palace announced that he would be his heir in charge.

At that time, he was full of enthusiasm and did not put the world's people in his eyes, thinking that the whole world was his.

But, one night, a mysterious man sneaked into his room and broke his foundation. From then on, no matter how he practiced, his cultivation will not increase by half a point, but instead he will quickly retreat.

Less than a year, he slipped from Profound Realm to Yuan Realm.

Two years later, he degenerated from Yuanjing to gas refining period.

During this period, the masters of the palace shot, and even the owner of the Great Wasteland Palace personally inspected his body, but there was nothing he could do.

Waste material becomes genius, genius becomes waste material again!

God seemed to make him a big joke.

Lonely, helpless, angry, and ashamed!

After spending countless manpower and material resources to treat him, the Great Abandoned Palace completely abandoned it.

The ensuing white eyes, ridicule, and disdain made him discouraged, because among the people who ridicule and disdain him, many of them had patted his farts before. At this moment, he knew that this world is not his.

Only two people never laughed at him or gave up on him, one was his brother and the other was his lover.

However, he lived up to their expectations. No matter how hard he tried, his cultivation practice did not increase or decrease. After a few years, he degraded to triple the level of gas refining, and even the disciples of the Great Wilderness Palace were not as good.

He gave up and became a waste man who ate and died!

However, they still did not give up. At the same time, they became stronger and stronger, and found a lot of talents and various magical remedies for him, but ... to no avail.

A decade later, one day, Lin Jingyun returned with blood, telling him a message that a group of mysterious people took Long Ziyue away.

Since then, Long Ziyue has disappeared, Yan Li's heart is completely dead, he quietly left the Great Desert Palace, retreating in a remote wilderness, glaring for a hundred years, he has been dead for years.

A drop of old tears slipped away, expressing endless sadness and unwillingness!

"Ziyue, if there is an afterlife, I still love you." Yan Li planted his head into the abyss, and the darkness engulfed his figure.

Feeling the cold wind blowing in his ears, Yan Li felt like a stagnant water in his heart. He could no longer lift the slightest waves and closed his eyes slowly.

...

Yan Li opened his eyes hard and felt a burst of tingling in his chest, and at the same time, there was an intermittent cry of a girl in his ear.

Stretching his hand, he touched a soft animal skin pad, trying to prop up his body, but felt a tear-like pain in his chest.

"Ok!"

He frowned slightly, and couldn't help but hum.

As he hummed, the sobbing voice came to an abrupt halt, and then, a clear sound mixed with surprise sounded, "Wu Guan, the little prince woke up!"

The breeze was blowing, and Yanli felt that there was one more person in the compartment, trying to turn his head. A middle-aged black robe appeared in his eyes, faintly familiar.

"you……!"

"Little Lord, don't talk, affect the injury."

A ray of surprise flashed across his middle-aged black robe's face to stop it. Then he took out a snow-white pill with a fragrant fragrance and fed it into his mouth.

Yan Li opened his mouth unconsciously, the entrance to the panacea immediately melted, and then turned into a hot stream, pouring into his chest. At this moment, he wanted to understand what was going on, but there was a huge fatigue in his mind Come, slowly, his two eyelids closed together.

Seeing the middle age in black robe, he let out a long sigh of relief, "Ling'er, take good care of little prince."

"Follow your orders." Ling'er nodded busy.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Li regained consciousness again, but he didn't open his eyes, his chest was still in pain, he tried to merge another memory in his mind that did not belong to him.

In a flash, three days passed.

Yan Li opened his eyes slowly, a strange and complicated light flashed deep in his eyes. In the past three days, he had sorted out and merged another memory.

He exhaled heavily, but he couldn't calm down his emotions for a long time.

He was born again, born to Li Li, a deceased prince of the Great Cloud Kingdom Li Wuming, who was supposed to die a hundred years ago.

"God, did you hear my call and give me another chance?" Yan Li's eyes seemed to penetrate the carriage and came to the clear blue sky.

"Lin Jingyun my brother, Ziyue my lover, I am back, this life will not let you down again, I will accompany you to the peak, smile at the wind and cloud, the person who destroyed my foundation in the previous life, I I won't let you go ... I will make you pay a terrible price! "