Divine Brilliance

Chapter 51: Huangquan Netherworld

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"This is where?"

Deep in the mountains, on a stone platform hanging high on one side of the mountain, Zong Shou looked around, his thoughts filled with confusion and confusion.

Then the next moment, his eyes were attracted by a figure in front of him, looking at the morning glow in the distance.

Wearing cloth, plain white and clean. Although the back is not very wide, the momentum is extremely majestic, and the breath is even more ethereal and unpredictable.

However, for some unknown reason, when Zong Shou looked over, he always felt that this person's figure was a bit desolate and desolate.

"Shou'er, do you miss your mother?"

"Of course I do! But father, didn't you say that my mother is no longer in the Cloud Realm and can't come back?"

"It's true that we're not in the Cloud Realm, but it's not like we can't come back!"

The figure gave a bitter smile, but did not turn around: "I used to think that your mother was dead, but recently I always think of her. Maybe I should really work hard to bring her back. My family can't always be without Shou'er. Mother."

"Really? Father, you didn't lie to me? Where is my mother? Shou'er wants to see her now."

Zong Shou became more and more confused. He clearly didn't want to speak, but he couldn't help but say this voice. And it was extremely childish, as if he had the accent of a six-year-old child. Especially when the word mother came out of my mouth, I actually felt a bit of eager anticipation in my chest.

He frowned and pondered for a moment before finally waking up. This should be a fragment of Zong Shou's memory during those thirteen years.

The figure in front was laughing and turned back. His handsome face was full of pride, and his eyes were extremely sharp.

"You can come with me to see your mother, but your skills must not be compromised. Twenty years, only twenty years, let's go and see what the Lu family, which claims to dominate the Eight Hundred Little Thousand Worlds, is like. The tyranny—"

Zong Shou's eyes narrowed slightly. Couldn't this figure be the blood-mad demon saint he was familiar with, the nine-tailed celestial fox

Before he could think about it carefully, the pictures in front of him all collapsed. Zong Shou's consciousness flows along the long river of memory. Not long after, he came to another memory screen.

This time it was a spacious school ground, with many stone locks and a large number of swords, guns, swords and halberds placed beside it.

His chest and abdomen were filled with violent breathing. The body also seemed to be undergoing strenuous exercise and was extremely exhausted.

In his chest, he was holding his breath, and endless unwillingness filled his heart. I hate the world for being so unfair, and I hate my body for being so useless.

He was still the middle-aged man, but at this time, his eyes had no energy at all, instead they were filled with heartache and guilt.

"Okay Shou'er, your chakras are not opened because you have both human and demon chakras. It's not your fault that you can't practice martial arts. It's useless to torture yourself anymore. If you can't follow the path of martial arts, you can still cultivate your soul. Strength? In a few days, father will send you to Linhai Academy—"

The memory was shattered again. When Zong Shou's eyes once again began to piece together a scene from numerous fragments of images, it was in a narrow corridor.

Zong Shou walked inside and listened to countless small sounds from both sides.

"Could this person be the trash from Class B? It took three years and he still couldn't open up the Soul Sea?"

"That's him. It is said that this man is the crown prince of Qian Tianshan and the future Demon King—"

"Tch! The demon clan has always respected the strong. How can those who work in Tianshan Mountain obey him? Aren't they already dead?"

"It's ridiculous. Since you have no talent, you should leave on your own! You are occupying a quota and a spiritual place for nothing!"

Different from before, at this moment Zong kept his chest. The unwillingness became more and more intense, and the resentment surged even more. In addition to these, there is also a trace of despair, filling the bottom of my heart.

Then not only Zong Shou's memories of the past thirteen years, but also the injustices and sufferings he encountered in his previous life were all revealed one by one.

The grief of losing his father at a young age led him to support his sick mother alone at an early age. After working part-time, he was admitted to the highest university in the East Linyun Realm through hard study every day. However, his place was taken away by someone with power, and in the end he was unable to even complete his studies. My mother died of grief and I was alone.

After that, he worked hard and gradually showed his talent in the mall, but was jealous and excluded. He can only be reduced to working in the library to make ends meet.

Zong Shou looked at it with a smile, as if it was none of his own business. Then with a wave of his hand, all the illusions in front of him disappeared.

When I opened my eyes again, I heard that the chirping sound was still continuing, still swirling and mellow. Zhao Yanran herself seemed to be completely immersed in it, her expression extremely focused.

Zong Shou laughed dumbly and leaned back lazily. It was extremely comfortable, lying under the eaves of the car.

Then when the rhythm of the whistle changed again, he used the pine-patterned wind sword in his hand, along with the scabbard, to tap his side lightly.

The sound was not loud, but the sound of metal and wood clashing made the Xiao Yin suddenly freeze.

The sad mood immediately disappeared.

Zhao Yanran couldn't help but look over in surprise. Seeing that Zong Shou was still awake, he smiled. Instinctively, there was a moment of astonishment.

Frowning her brows, Zhao Yanran was about to change her tone when waves of spiritual power filled the air in the direction of the cloud-turning car. But Zong Shou was seen, holding his sword and striking again. This time, it was so sudden and just right that it caused the sound of her flute to suddenly become confused. The few remaining meanings are gone.

At this time, Yin Yang and Chu Xue, who were immersed in memories, gradually regained consciousness. Seeing the situation in front of me, I was puzzled for a while. However, within just a moment, everyone was sweating and their eyes were filled with fear.

Zhao Yanran's eyes were also slightly icy. Once can be said to be a coincidence, but twice in a row, it can never be explained by accidents.

The man in front of him actually had the secret to decipher his own underworld song.

Before he had time to think about how to respond, the third knock sounded again.

This third time, not only did she feel that the sound of her flute was confused, but the inner breath in her body also seemed a little unstable. There is also a feeling of anger that is blocked in the chest and cannot be vented.

Zhao Yanran's eyes flashed and she paused for a moment, but still played the following notes.

Then he saw Zong Shou opposite him, his lips raised in an evil manner, and for the fourth time, he hit the wooden board with his sword.

The sound of her flute was not only unsustainable. The blood halo on the coat next to the left chest expanded by a full circle at this moment.

The peach-like face seemed a bit pale at the moment.

But when the coldness in his eyes receded, there was still no trace of anger, and the fanaticism was even more intense.

The young man in front of her who was not yet in her prime was able to give her such a surprise!

"Zong Shou, are you really only thirteen years old? Have you ever learned music before? Even my junior sisters have always been helpless with my Huangquan Netherworld music. If you can free yourself from my music, It is already extraordinary. If you can break my song again, it is even more difficult for ordinary warriors to do it. How can I give up now, with such a precious stone like you? How about this, if you agree. In addition to those ten In addition to the lotus seeds of the Two Illusion Fire Lotuses, I will also give you three fetal refining pills. If you don’t agree, I won’t be able to force you to do it—"

Zong Shou sighed secretly and rubbed his brows bitterly. This crazy woman seems to be really targeting me.

He was racking his brains, thinking of how to find a way to send this woman away. But suddenly I felt a huge shadow coming over me.

When he raised his head and looked up at the sky, he saw a dragon silhouette among the clouds, winding towards him from a height of 300 feet.

Zong Shou couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief and waited for a full ten days. This one has finally arrived.

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