God Ring Howl

On a vast plain, the spring wheat is growing gratifyingly, and the rape blossoms are in full bloom. The eyes are golden and the nose is full of fragrance.Men and women, old and young, the young ones play under the eyes, the old ones walk in the fields, and the more ones are running around in the fields, bending over the wheat fields, or weeding, or fertilizing.

A scene of peace and tranquility!

Zhao Xiang stood on a dirt road, staring at all the familiar things, his face revealed a kind of bewilderment and even intoxication.

He spread his consciousness again, with a sudden look of surprise and anger on his face, and then he started the teleportation technique, and it took only one-thousandth of a breath to stand at the door of his house in Zhaojia Village surrounded by mountains.

Zhaojia Village was eerily quiet, as if there was no sign of anyone.

Zhao Xiang shivered and pushed open the door.

The smell of corruption, obscurity, and sourness will come to you immediately!

Like a fierce ghost, it seems that it is delusional to devour him completely in an instant!

The whole body seemed to be sifting chaff, shaking violently!

Zhao Xiang held onto the door frame with trembling hands, a shocking cold light burst out from his eyes!

In the courtyard, there is still a swing frame, but dust has accumulated on it, and many places are covered with moss.

The ground paved with blue bricks is also covered with moss, and half a person's height of grass has drilled out of the brick cracks, swaying gently in the warm sunshine in the spring afternoon, as if telling the glory of the past and paying homage to the past. A warm time.

The house, or the original house!

The swing frame is still the swing frame five years ago!

But what about people, those familiar people, where have they all gone now? !

Where have you all been, where have you been?Father, mother, brother, you will not have an accident, right?

Zhao Xiang grew up with one head and two big ones. In the dark, he had a certain belief that something happened to the Zhao family, something big happened!

Dad, mom, brother, you guys, don't let anything happen to you, don't do it!

"Dad—, Mom—, brother—"

Three screams of mournful grief and indignation seemed to be condensed from blood and tears, rushing out of Zhao Xiang's violently heaving chest from the depths of his heart.

Zhao Xiang's echo came from the empty house: Dad——, Mom——, Brother——

Dust was flying in the long-abandoned house, and a few gray tiles even rolled off the roof.

In the misty dust, Zhao Xiang seemed to see Zhao Fei in front of his eyes, and he slapped him heavily on the mouth when he went home to take revenge.

The crackling sound of Zhao Fei's mouth being punched, and the scream that blurted out resounded in Zhao Xiang's ears again. Almost at the same time, Zhao Xiang seemed to see his third brother Zhao Fei in front of his eyes, because he couldn't bear the pain of his own words. With the gravity of his palm, his body seemed to have grown a pair of wings, and he flew to Zhao Long's side in a flash.

Zhao Xiang turned his head in pain. He hated himself for being so ruthless. He was dazzled by hatred and beat his brother Zhao Fei. Five years ago, he was only 14 years old, so how could he bear his slap , A slap from a cultivator!

Zhao Xiang's mournful echo came from Zhaojia Village, and the voice contained countless hatred:

Dad——, Mom——, Brother——

In front of Zhao Xiang's eyes was his elder brother Zhao Long, who was slapped twice in the face and sat down on the ground when he went home for revenge.

The two blood lines flowing from the corners of Zhao Long's mouth in memory immediately caused Zhao Xiang's pain nerves to convulse violently.

He couldn't help shaking the tiger's body.

Echoes also came from the surrounding valleys, filled with Zhao Xiang's anger, despair and strong unwillingness to dissolve.

Dad——, Mom——, Brother——

Before Zhao Xiang's eyes, there finally appeared the figure of the second brother Zhao Yun rushing towards him.

It was still five years ago, Zhao Xiang recalled painfully, I went back to Zhaojia Village like a ghost, imagined some kind of revenge, and deliberately endured the double fist of my second brother Zhao Yun with my body of an ancient god who was not weaker than a treasure weapon or even a fairy weapon. A blow to my chest!

The sound of two broken wrists came from five years ago!

Not only was the voice not unfamiliar, but it became more and more clear like thunder, hammering heavily into the depths of Zhao Xiang's heart!

Why did you gather all the spiritual power belonging to the third layer of the condensing period to your chest?How could Zhao Yun, a mortal who knows nothing, be able to resist this kind of power? !

Second brother, is your wrist better now? !

……

"Stop howling, Zhao Xiang," a cold and cold voice suddenly came from all directions, "Today, you must either die or follow us obediently."

Quickly withdrawing from the grief, Zhao Xiangqiang suppressed the turbulent emotions, did not turn around, but spread the wave of consciousness, and asked lightly: "You killed my parents and brothers?"

Hahaha smiled, this person's voice still came from all directions.

He replied coldly: "One person does things and one person is responsible. Boy, let me tell you, I don't bother to shoot people who are like ants. The result of doing so will only insult my hands. Besides, I wanted to catch them at first." Your parents and brothers, using them to blackmail you, hehe, is also a pretty good idea, but it’s a pity, God just didn’t give me this chance, alas, just didn’t give me the chance to find them, even if it’s the eye of a needle Such a small chance, poor life!"

"Then you didn't kill all the people in Zhao Family Village?" Zhao Xiang's tone remained flat, and his body remained motionless.

The mysterious voice is still hovering around, chilling to the bones: "Of course not, but you, Zhao Xiang, why did you suddenly become Chixiazi's disciple? Now Qingshui Kingdom and Qingluo Star are spreading rumors about how amazing you are and how terrifying you are!" , I just don’t know if it’s a waste of fame? Hehe, you ugly monster, just die—”

The long sword that shone with cold light, surrounded by thunderous roars, burst out silver-white sword light, rolled up thousands of sword shadows, and shot out from the deep well of the courtyard.

In an instant, the crazy 360 seven swords slashed at Zhao Xiang wildly and domineeringly from all directions almost at the same time.

Zhao Xiang was wrapped in the fierce and vicious sword light, as if he had no way to escape.

Even if there are three heads and six arms, it seems that there is no reason for it, and there is only one dead end.

The sword energy is like a dragon, and where the silver-white sharp sword light passes, the half-person-high grass in the courtyard turns into blue powder, flying horizontally into mist, and the blue brick floor suddenly shatters, with criss-cross cracks that can be seen with the naked eye. The speed continuously extends around.

There was no sign of the swing frame, only sawdust flying in the air.

In the courtyard, suddenly appeared a thin and wretched middle-aged Taoist with thinning hair.

He blinked his small mouse eyes, looked around, and said in surprise: "Hey, this kid can't be so fast, he will be wiped out by my phantom sword streamer, right? Come out, kid, you can't escape! "

The voice was extremely sharp, like a rain of swords, sweeping the surroundings mercilessly.

The green mist that turned from green grass into green powder, and the green dust that was scraped by the sword energy on the green bricks, all disappeared without a trace in the sharp sound waves.

&nnsp;

0