God Ring Howl

Zhao Xiang asked Shibalang solemnly.

"If your father threatened you and your grandfather's life and death, what would your mother do?"

Hearing Zhao Xiang's words, Shibalang's face turned pale, and he muttered intermittently.

"I am the mother's...palm..."

"Because I was born unable to cultivate the meridians of immortals, and my mother..."

"He loves me even more, regards... her life, grandpa... grandpa..."

Zhao Xiang changed the topic, and once again his face was covered with piercing coldness.

"Maybe you don't know very well about your grandfather,"

"However, your mother is absolutely a dutiful daughter, there is no doubt about it,"

"Not only that, I guess, in fact, when your father and mother met you at the beginning, it was a trap,"

"Including your innate inability to cultivate immortality, and even more so..."

Shibalang's face was full of horror, anger and disbelief, and he muttered to himself.

"What, what did you say, it won't be, it won't be, it won't be like that,"

Zhao Xiang's expression was even colder, as if he was talking to Shiba Lang, and also to himself, categorically.

"It's absolutely true. I've checked your skin just now. It turns out that you have extremely superior meridians and acupoints for cultivating immortals,"

"It's just that when you're very young, you're controlled by a strange drug,"

"The meridian grows out of sync with your body, and lags far behind,"

"When I was more than ten years old, I stopped growing,"

"This drug should be taken every day, otherwise it will not have the effect of inhibiting the growth of meridians,"

"Think about it, what was your favorite food when you were a kid,"

"This drug is called Yixiu San,"

"It's just that the medicinal property is much milder than that of the real Yixiu Powder,"

Shibalang listened to Zhao Xiang's narration, his eyes straightened, as if he lost his sanity all of a sudden.

However, this state lasted only for a moment, and immediately he answered Zhao Xiang like a dream, more like asking himself.

"I like to eat a sour red fairy fruit called Tiantianhong, and I have eaten it for almost ten years in a row,"

"Usually it was given to me by my father, occasionally by my mother,"

"Sometimes my father and mother are not at home, and my father's housekeeper picks them up for me to eat,"

"I remember when my father gave it to me to eat, he was so kind and kind, and he stroked my cheek with his rough palm,"

"It was such a wonderful golden age, how could my father secretly suppress Xiu San in Tiantianhong?"

"No, absolutely not, the poison of a tiger does not eat its offspring, let alone humans,"

"Senior, do you think it is, is it?"

Zhao Xiang looked at Shibalang who was in a daze, and he also overturned the five-flavored bottle in his heart, feeling everything.

Although it was inferred based on some information, Zhao Xiang felt that the big difference was not bad, and it was basically in line with the original facts.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, so you don't see Shibalang in pain and deliberately make up some beautiful lies to comfort him.

Patting Shibalang on the back heavily, Zhao Xiang's voice was dignified and authentic.

"I know you don't want to accept this fact, but since it happened, let's face it bravely,"

"Not only was your tragedy caused by your father, but the tragedy of your grandfather Qingdi of the Immortal Realm was also planned by him personally,"

"Your mother just acted as a powerful accomplice of your father without knowing it,"

"What I want to tell you is that it doesn't matter if you don't believe it, the truth will come out soon,"

Shiba Lang raised his head in confusion, and his dull eyes focused on Zhao Xiang's face.

"Senior, please tell me, these are all fake, tell me..."

In Shibalang's heart, he always loves his father deeply.

Yes, sometimes he hated his father very much.

Hate him why he doesn't love Shibalang like other sons and daughters.

I hate why he doesn't always send Tiantianhong to his mouth kindly and kindly like before he was a teenager.

He hated himself even more, why his innate physique was not suitable for cultivating immortals.

If not, wouldn't he be able to get his father's continuous and constant care and love?

Wouldn't he be ridiculed and ridiculed by his brothers and sisters for staying in the Dandan stage for hundreds of years?

Behind the hate, behind the despair, lies the long tail of love.

But all of this was overturned in an instant.

Father is no longer kind and kind.

He leaps to become a killer, and suddenly becomes a devil.

This makes him how Shibalang is willing to accept it, and how can he accept it.

Shibalang wept quietly, this was the first time he had shed tears in more than 300 years of life.

He hoped that all of these were not true, that they were all stories made up by Zhao Xiang, bizarre stories, or at least illogical stories.

However, at this moment, in the depths of Shibalang's heart, relying on his hundreds of years of living experience and wisdom to judge, he actually felt that Zhao Xiang's deduction was correct.

However, in fact, he is a filial son at root, how could he kill his father without hesitation.

Don't say that he doesn't have this ability, even if he has it, how can Shi Shibalang do it casually.

After all, his grandfather Qingdi and his mother are in his hands, so he should be careful.

Shibalang could do nothing but shed tears, tears that he didn't know whether it was hate or love.

Zhao Xiang is well aware of Shibalang's entangled and complicated emotions, confusion and despair at this time, and has a thorough insight.

Zhao Xiang seemed to be talking to himself.

"Many people have come to Willow Bay,"

"Actually, you have been under your father's watch all the time,"

"Everything just now may be within his calculations, even if it differs from his original setting, it will not be too big,"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Xiang took Shibalang into the fifth floor of the divine ring.

Layers of soundproof covers are also completely removed, he said loudly.

"Since you're here, come out, I, Zhao Xiang, are here waiting for you,"

Zhao Xiang stood in the middle of the yard, dressed in a blue shirt, with black hair flying all over his head.

He knew that he had now fallen into a magic circle.

This magic circle is extremely weird and gloomy, and it has long been arranged outside the courtyard where Shibalang lived in Liushuwan.

The intuition given to Zhao Xiang is that this array seems to be specially designed to imprison him, Zhao Xiang, and it is definitely not a coincidence.

For the third time through space, he was drawn to the Immortal Realm by some strange force, and happened to land on a planet called Blue Star in the northern part of the Immortal Realm, and stopped at Willow Bay by coincidence, Zhao Xiang felt very useless.

From his point of view, no matter whether it is in Qingluo Star, the huge cultivation star, or in the world of spells, or in the Hongmenghuangyu, or in the fairy world, he always seems to be in a huge net that is spread out, from He never broke free, but at this moment, he felt that there was a huge and cruel hand slowly approaching him with an invisible but real powerful power.

What kind of person is calculating himself all the time and everywhere.

What are they for? For them, am I really that important.

Could it really be those supreme beings in the Wuji God Realm and the Supreme Supreme Realm with the evil dogs of the heavens as the core?

The surroundings are silent, and even the chirping of insects in autumn has stopped. It seems that these little animals are also aware that death is coming,