Demon Eye Shura

"The gate of the blood prison is a shortcut for the strong in the rumors. As long as you can get out of it, you will be a peerless strong."

"This shortcut to the strong has no fixed time and no fixed place."

"Only when it shows up, send all treasures and money to this "gate of greed". Only with the approval of the door god can you get the once-in-a-lifetime chance to enter the door."

Zhuo Yifan was reading a notebook about "The Gate of Blood Hell" by the light.

The moonlight cast from the window, with several degrees of sadness, bleakness and melancholy, permeates the bleak atmosphere in the room.It reflects the loss of the young man at this time and the unwillingness in his bones.Gritting his teeth all the time, he hates it so much!

Until I turned to the last page of the note, I saw a man with handsome eyebrows drawn on it.Seeing this man's coldness and distance, longing for an unattainable tall image, the young man's face suddenly calmed down...

"My mother said that this notebook was left to me by my father before he entered the blood prison. I was just born at that time. Father, how are you doing now?" Zhuo Yifan closed the notebook and muttered to himself thoughtfully , caressing this red-covered treasure.

He named it - "Blood Prison Record"

It has been 16 years, and Zhuo Yifan has not seen his father.He can only see the stalwart man in the deepest part of his heart, the eternal umbrella—his father through the outline made of ink on the last page.

"Fan'er, what books are you still reading at this late hour? How is your injury?"

Looking at the reputation, I saw a figure flashing past the window.

"Grandpa... why are you here? Fan'er is fine, the pain is gone."

Looking at the figure, Zhuo Yifan raised his spirits. He grinned brightly at the old man, and quickly hid the "Blood Prison Record" behind his back.

The old man has a strong physique, a short and hard black beard, and black, shiny and shiny hair.

Although he is sixty years old, he still walks like a dragon and walks like a tiger, and has enough deterrent power in the Zhuo family.A strong orange aura emerges from his whole body, and he is clearly a strong person with the Great Perfection of the Innate Spiritual Realm!He is also the boy's grandfather.

"How about it, is it really not painful? Let Grandpa see if there is any internal injury."

Mr. Zhuo directly held his grandson's arm in his palm, and the gentle force poured in. He felt that his grandson was fine, and a kind smile appeared on his solemn face, but he was still very displeased, "Nima, you guys You bastard, have you lost your guts? Dare to touch you when I'm not around. If I, Zhuo Wentian, can't be bullied!"

Thinking of those bastards bullying Zhuo Yifan today, the old man was furious.

"What's behind your back?"

Zhuo Wentian's angry eyes suddenly turned around, his eyebrows twitched, and he saw Zhuo Yifan's left hand behind his back, and he sighed, "I'm reading your father's notes again. When you grow up, you will have to contact him sooner or later." The matter of getting there. It’s good to familiarize yourself with it beforehand. Grandpa was afraid that you would delay your cultivation after seeing things and thinking about others. Now grandpa will never stop you..."

Zhuo Yifan couldn't help shrinking his neck from this old man who always cared about his life and was serious about his cultivation.

Zhuo Yifan didn't hide anymore, he carefully touched the note in his hand, stared at the withered notebook, his heart seemed to be bleeding, and he asked weakly in a voice audible to both of them: "Grandpa, When will I know the truth..."

"What truth?" Mr. Zhuo vaguely seemed to know what his grandson was going to ask, his face darkened.

"Grandpa, tell Fan'er. Father... Is he still alive?" Zhuo Yifan stood up excitedly, frowning his brows slightly, and choked up bitterly.

"nonsense!"

Hearing this, Zhuo Wentian's red face couldn't help turning pale, and he was so angry that his slap was about to fall, but he suddenly stopped a few centimeters away from Zhuo Yifan's face, and looked at Zhuo Yifan, Zhuo Wentian let out a long sigh:

"No more nonsense... Don't blame... Grandpa hit you... Your father must still be alive..."

Fog rose from Zhuo Yifan's eyes, but he held back tenaciously, not letting a tear fall, he gritted his teeth and smiled dryly.

Not long ago, he just took a "soul quality" test.

His soul belongs to the middle grade and high grade.Ben was also smug.But they never expected that the soul quality of the "soul cultivators" admired by the world must be at least a high-grade elementary level.

The quality of the soul completely depends on the realm that can be achieved in future practice.

Zhuo Yifan's realm will be restricted in the future, and there is no half chance of being able to break through to the third realm "Three Profound Mansion Realm" among cultivators.

Although I am only one step away from the "soul cultivator" who can break through to the Sanxuanfu realm with a certain probability, I can only accept the reality and be a mid-level high-level soul quality "body cultivator".

While thinking about it, suddenly there was a stabbing pain in his abdomen, and Zhuo Yifan sat down on the stool with a bang.

However, today, I ran into that dandy Zhuo Fatty from the Zhuo family on weekdays who made jokes and teased me.I didn't want to be troublesome at first, but this fat man is just stalking, hard to let go.When he was angry, he directly beat the fat pig up and taught him a lesson.How could he have been taught a lesson by the servants of this dude.

Thanks to Zhuo Wentian showing up in time, otherwise their attack would be even more unpredictable.

What made Zhuo Yifan even more dissatisfied was that Fatty Zhuo, who spent his days drinking and drinking all day, turned out to be a soul cultivator with a top-grade primary soul.

"Fatty Zhuo! I swear, I will beat you into a pig's head!"

Zhuo Yifan gritted his teeth, he hated this bullying guy to the core, his dark skin revealed a resentful expression.This dandy young master had become his number one enemy, but then, he suddenly became dejected again.

"My soul quality is really too low. Even that fat man is better than me. Grandpa must be disappointed. Grandpa has always had great hopes for me...I never thought that no matter how hard I practiced , but is doomed to only become a body cultivator with perfect congenital spiritual realm..."

After losing the news of my father.Although Zhuo Wentian didn't say anything on the surface, he felt extremely depressed in his heart. He even pinned all the hopes of the next generation of Patriarch on his grandson.

But now, with the departure of Zhuo Yifan's father, the position of Patriarch is in constant turmoil.

The current situation of the Zhuo family is in dire straits, with two factions of their own.

One side is the right-wingers with Zhuo Fatty's grandfather as their influence, and the other side is the left-wingers with Zhuo Wentian as their influence.

These two old men who are incompatible with each other have only one goal in their competition - to push their precious grandson to the position of head of the family!

Although, they are only 16 years old.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Yifan's face was gloomy and full of haze.

"Expel!"

As he said that, Zhuo Yifan touched the pain, gritted his teeth involuntarily, and his eyes were burning with fire, "I want to expel all those hateful guys! As long as you enter the stage of Dacheng, you will have the power of an image, and you will definitely drive those nasty guys away!" Fatty will teach you a lesson!"

At this moment, Zhuo Yifan, who has been persistent and diligent in cultivation, has been diligent.Suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

"Fan'er, don't be discouraged. Practice diligently. How can those trash who can only rely on their talents to make a profit with their tongues compare to you?" Looking at Zhuo Yifan's distorted face of resentment, Zhuo Wentian let out a long sigh in his heart and comforted him .

The old man has seen his grandson's efforts from the beginning to the end. Of course, he also knows the high quality of the soul and its influence on cultivation.If that Zhuofei worked hard, it would be difficult to say who is better in the Chengrenli competition three months later.

The sincere benevolence ceremony that day will also select one person from Fatty Zhuo and Zhuo Yifan to become the head of the family!

"Grandpa, Fan Er knows."

"Fan'er, work hard! Grandpa takes good care of you."

Zhuo Wentian smiled wryly and shook his head, heaved a long sigh, he was also full of bitterness in his stomach.

Looking at the absent-minded young man in front of him, he didn't know how to speak to encourage him, but he just showed a faint smile of distress: "Don't pay attention to those gossips, isn't Fan'er always regards diligence as his criterion? Let's practice with peace of mind, I hope you After three months, it will shine!"

Zhuo Wentian's tone was very peaceful, full of expectations, no matter how useless his grandson might be in the eyes of others, in Zhuo Wentian's eyes, he would always shine with the light of hope.

He is the future hope of the Zhuo family!

"Grandpa, Fan'er must work hard to cultivate, and he will never lose face to his mother, grandpa, or father!"

A gleam flashed in Zhuo Yifan's eyes.It was a touch of heat, which evaporated the moisture in the eyes in exchange for fighting spirit.

He is unwilling!Unwilling to be ridiculed by others just because of this mere soul quality.

He is unwilling!Unwilling to be humiliated and shamed by his grandfather and mother.

He is even more unwilling!Being in the Zhuo family, why did this group of people take advantage of their power to bully others.Why are they doing this?

Is it just because the quality of my soul is low and I am a body practitioner?

"I Zhuo Yifan, these bullying guys, will definitely make them regret it!"

There was deep hatred in the pitch-black eyes, it was burning with anger, it was the rising flames of fighting.

Speaking of the Zhuo family, it is also a big family in Chihua City in the Jialan Continent - the Great Qin Dynasty.

In Chihua City, it is mighty and mighty, second to none.

The ancestral Qiqi 49 body training method "Da Yantu" is even more famous all over the world, like thunder.It is also Zhuo Yifan's main body training method.It mainly focuses on exercising the flexibility of the body, greatly reducing the time for monks in the acquired body training stage, and breaking through faster!

Now that Zhuo Yifan has practiced the tenth form, if he can take one step closer, he may be able to break through to Dacheng.

Possesses the power of two elephants, powerful enough to break a rock with one blow, and crush dust with one foot, walking like a dragon and walking like a tiger, with infinite power!

"In three months' time, it will be Chengrenli! I must not disappoint my grandfather and my mother. One day, I must enter the gate of the blood prison to find my father. I hope everything is fine..."

Zhuo Lie, Zhuo Yifan's father.Zhuo's genius!

At the age of 15, he completed physical training the day after tomorrow. At the age of 20, he attracted the aura of heaven and earth to infuse his body, achieved the innate spiritual realm and possessed the divine power of eight phenomena. At the age of 30, with his excellent talent, he broke through the lower pubic region, middle pubic region, and upper pubic region in succession.Achieving true soul cultivation.Step into the Sanxuan Mansion Realm!It is only one step away from condensing the golden elixir, achieving the secret realm of the golden elixir, and becoming a generation of overlord who is proud of the world!

How could he possibly die!

Why did he die?

"That's right! It's impossible for my father to die!" Zhuo Yifan also began to believe in this point.

He put "Blood Prison Record" into his arms.The electric sparks in the eyes rubbed against the airflow, as if a burst of airflow was blowing up in the ethereal air.He clenched his fist tightly.

"It's been 16 years... I'm already 16 years old. Father, I'll come to you after I drive out all these hateful guys." He clenched his fist tightly, and pointed at the scarlet ancient Ring, a flash of red light flashed. ;