One Piece's Flow is Like Fire

"He is very complicated and very simple. He seems to be incarnating into several people at the same time, but in fact he is only two kinds of people, relatives and enemies."

"And if you want to become a wild god, you have to be such a person."

"I'm very happy, you are. You are cold-blooded against the Heipeng tribe for the Heikun tribe, and you have enchanted yourself to save the tribe and become the enemy of the world. You are qualified to be the son of the wild god."

Huang Sheng looked at Zhang Yang complicatedly, with relief, love, sigh, and reminiscence, just like an old father finally saw a child who had learned a skill. This child is like his own character, and he is like himself everywhere.

But in a trance, I found that the child is old and I am old...

Zhang Yang understood the meaning in Huang Sheng's eyes, but just lowered his head and remained silent.He can grasp some of the origin of Huang Sheng.

"Would you like to be a wild god? Be the one who led the rise of the wild people?"

Huang Sheng stared at Zhang Yang, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Zhang Yang was silent and thought for a while.

He was somewhat certain in his heart that if he really understood that realm and became the son of the wild god, then his physique would completely become a waste, and the Demon Race cultivation base that he had cultivated for so long would disappear.

Chapter 1001 Silence

However, it is not a pity to lose the Demon Clan's cultivation base. The son of the wild god carries the luck of heaven and earth, and the luck will naturally be unparalleled. It is natural for the cultivation base to grow rapidly, maybe even faster than the cultivation of demons. to the point of imagination.

In the past, he would have agreed without hesitation, as long as he could go to find the clan master in the crack of space, he would not care about the rules of the world.But at this time, he was silent, silent for no reason.It's not that he is suspicious of Huang Sheng, he believes, but he is silent. "You have a way to make me understand, right?"

Zhang Yang couldn't speak, but he could also use his divine sense to transmit sound.

"I can burn half of my soul so that you don't need to feel it, you can directly enter that realm." Burning half of the soul... Zhang Yang's pupils shrank slightly. Although he has never touched the soul, he thinks of the importance of the primordial spirit to a person. Knowing how important the soul is, how much does it cost to burn half of the soul?

Feeling the weight of the next sentence more and more, Zhang Yang's heart is heavier and more silent... Because Zhang Yang knows that he is not the one who protects the shortcomings of the clan and is cruel to the enemy... He is enchanted because he is chased by the Heipeng tribe. ,

He wants to live... He killed all the Heipeng tribe because the other party wanted to kill him, and the clan master was forced by them into the space crack inexplicably. He wanted to vent his anger... He left behind for the tribe regardless of his own body. a peaceful living environment,

It's because he wants to fulfill the clan master's wish... everything... is for what he thinks in his heart, and more for himself... but all this is buried deep in his heart, and he never said it. Watching his every move, but unable to read his heart.

A long black hair fluttered in the breeze, and was slowly burned by the energy. Zhang Yang raised his burnt and charred face, and looked at the red clothes in front of him. Although it was still black, the deep wrinkles on his face were already He left a mark in the past of the years, and his longing eyes were looking at him, and his eyes were full of admiration and anticipation without hesitation.

Looking at it, Zhang Yang's eyes showed confusion. He seemed to see another figure slowly overlapping with Huang Sheng. It was a white-haired old man in sackcloth and sackcloth. He often wore a kind smile and looked at the top of a hill. With their own tribe, children are playing, women are cooking fires, and adults are hunting hard.

In the tribe, the rice is fragrant, and there are bursts of laughter.The white-haired old man smiled kindly, and his turbid old eyes were full of warmth.Beside him was a young man, dressed in black, with no trace of joy, anger, sorrow or joy on his indifferent face. He was silent, withdrawn, lonely, and only occasionally smiled at the white-haired old man.He wiped the black sword in his hand and looked at the peaceful tribe below, without feeling a trace in his heart, he often looked at the white clouds in the sky, but still dark in his heart, and murmured to himself: "The clan master, he What are you happy about?"

He doesn't understand, he's very confused, he doesn't understand the love of the tribe, and he doesn't need that love, he only knows who is good to himself, and he is good to whoever, and everyone else is none of his business.Sometimes the white-haired old man would tell him, "Xiao Ran, this kind of feeling is called concern, friendship, and home..." The young man smiled lightly: "I have never had a home since I was a child..." Zhang Yang's eyes were not wet, and two white smoke came from His eyes rose, and it turned into a faint blue smoke circling and lingering on his head. At this time, he had already understood what a family member was and what a home was.

The clan master is a relative, and the place where the clan master lives is called home... The figures of the white-haired old man and Huang Sheng overlapped and gradually merged together. The two people's different faces were so similar. "Why choose me? I am a foreigner, a mortal, not a barren. You should kill me like a barren god, instead of letting me continue to cultivate barren, and then know the secrets of barren."

Zhang Yang's voice transmission became low at this time, and Huang Sheng listened with a contemptuous corner of his mouth: "Huang Shen is an old antique, his thinking is too rigid, and he doesn't know how to adapt. In my opinion, whether it is a white dog or a black dog, As long as it can protect the sheep, it is a good dog." "But there are so many good dogs, why did you choose me?" "Because you are grateful and have the ability to go there, I want to go back to my hometown to see it for a long time. not going back..."

"Aren't you a barren tribe? Isn't this your hometown?" "This isn't..." The barren god showed a trace of reminiscence in his eyes, and then looked at Zhang Yang tenderly: "Then would you like to be the son of the barren god?" Would you like to? ?

Zhang Yang smiled bitterly in his heart, he didn't want to deceive people who were kind to him, he really could use any ruthless means in order to survive, but he had his own bottom line and his own principles.

But he still nodded lightly: "I am willing to be the son of the wild god."

The lowness and bitterness in Zhang Yang's tone were directly ignored by Huang Sheng, who was ecstatic at this time. He laughed and pointed at his chest. Suddenly, his originally extremely solid body began to slowly become illusory, and his face became extremely illusory. pain of.

Chapter 1002 Zhang Yang's Eyebrows

After a bloody red light appeared on his fingers, his body became extremely illusory, and he gasped like a real person. His old body was a little overwhelmed, and he pointed at Zhang Yang's eyebrows with a smile.

"Kid, understand it well, my soul is too weak, I have to sleep for a while, and this time will be very, very long..."

After Huang Sheng finished this instruction, his smile did not diminish, and his light body turned into a breeze and returned to Wanhunfan.

The blood rushed into Zhang Yang's primordial spirit, and Zhang Yang did not resist, did not reject, and merged with it quietly.

As he slowly merged, a picture also appeared in his mind. It was an open space surrounded by several mountains. A small tribe was established in the middle of the open space. This tribe was very unfamiliar, and the people in the tribe were also unfamiliar.

This tribe is not Heikunbu, the land here is khaki, some places are red, and the air is also filled with a thin red mist visible to the naked eye, which seems to be filled with red sand, causing Zhang Yang to look up at the sky It was also reddish.

There are many people in the tribe, all of them are wearing animal clothes, and they all wear weapons, bows and arrows, or big swords. It seems that this is a habit of survival, and it is very harmonious when talking with family members.

Their qi and blood are very strong, and in Zhang Yang's view, they are at least more powerful than the barren people he has seen. Even the barren warriors in the wasteland period are not as good as them, each one is like a real beast.

But their cultivation base is not high, and they are all in the blood coagulation state.

Many people in the tribe are sitting in the open space in front of the gate, talking or silent, and there is always a faint expectation in their eyes.

Zhang Yang stood in the middle of them, they could see him, and they kept smiling at him with kindness. He felt the unfamiliar and familiar kindness, and he smiled back unconsciously.

"He is back!"

"Really back!"

Everyone's eyes turned to the gate, and there stood a young man. This young man was born ordinary, with a magnificent body, but his childish face was stern, and his faint eyes often showed the fierceness of a beast.

With a few strands of blood on his serious face, he came over with the corpses of several adult lions.

Zhang Yang didn't understand why, when he saw him for the first time, he knew that he was a wild god.

The crowd watched with joy at the victorious clan master, and seeing that he had left his prey, they prepared them one after another, either peeling the skin or boiling water, busy but not chaotic, very skilled.

Aragami looked straight at Zhang Yang, came over and hugged him like a bear, grinned, and shouted roughly: "Brother! Your body is still too thin, eat more meat later, if it's not enough, I will kill him again. go."

Feeling the warmth from his chest, the kind and caring, doting and sheltering warmth in his words, Zhang Yang was speechless.

At this time, Zhang Yang knew that he was the wild life when he was a child, the younger brother of the wild god, the younger brother...

"Brother, I have enough to eat..."