Reborn, being taken care of by the enemy Empress blocking the resurrection point

The strong wind swept ink-colored dark clouds roared across the sky, and the trees in the forest were rustled by the strong wind.

The dense clouds were like ink, and the stars and moon in the sky became eclipsed and disappeared at this moment.

Between the shadows of the trees, the howling and violent wind descended like a tyrant in the world.

The figure of a young man appeared. The young man was wearing a black ink robe and a large ink-colored cloak.

The corners of the clothes are outlined with thin gold threads, as if they are a golden dragon surging in the ink clouds, about to take off in the next moment.

The young man was holding a lantern in his hand. The lantern was composed of red and gold, with fine dragon patterns painted on it. The surroundings of the lantern were luxuriously inlaid with gold by the owner.

The gentle light drove away the darkness and illuminated half of the boy's handsome face.

The young man's eyes were deep and dark, making it hard to see through. Even though the strong wind was blowing, the large traditional Han clothes on his body showed no signs of swaying in the wind.

"It's really not easy to get here."

Leaving behind a word, the young man held the golden and red lantern in his hand and gradually walked towards the mountains, while the young man's figure gradually disappeared in the dark shadows.

The warm yellow light framed an area without darkness. Sikong Longxiang raised his head and looked at the cave with a look of disgust.

It is said to be a cave here, but in fact it is more like a huge base built by hollowing out the entire mountain.

Tunnels extending in all directions connect one large stone chamber after another. Although it looks rugged and uneven, it does not look like a natural structure.

This is a typical karst landform, and the water dripping from stalactites everywhere makes this cave damp and dark.

The young man continued to walk in the dark cave with the lantern, and his figure was once again hidden in the darkness.

I don't know where the light comes from, hazy in the sky. On the vast sky, countless connected glaciers stand quietly.

The young man's figure appeared again, walking through any area like a ghost until here.

He walked leisurely on the glacier, his feet squeaking on the soft snow, and the flame in the lantern in his hand swayed.

The clothes that had been calm suddenly made a violent noise, and the large Hanfu seemed to turn into a dark night at this moment, shrouding the young man.

"Do you still have any remaining consciousness?" the young man said calmly.

He was still shuttled among this magnificent glacier, but it seemed that there was only this glacier floating in the sky and nothing else.

The young man sighed, pulled out a dagger from his wide sleeves, and slashed his wrist. Golden-red blood seeped out.

The lantern in his hand was placed under his wrist, and the golden-red blood colored the golden-red lantern bit by bit. The flames that were swaying just now were burning fiercely at this moment.

The wounds on his wrists gradually healed, leaving no trace of blood on the boy's milk-white wrists.

The young man lowered his hand, hiding in his loose robe, while the flame in the lantern burned even hotter, emitting high temperatures that even burned the lantern.

Finally, a cold wind hit, and the flame that had been burning was instantly frozen, leaving the flame still beating under the ice.

And a loud voice also sounded along with the long wind, "Sikong Longxiang? I didn't expect you to come and wake me up in advance."

"Yeah, I didn't expect it either." Sikong Longxiang stared at the flames sealed by the ice with an expressionless face, "But you don't even dare to come see me."

"You are Sikong Longxiang, how dare I trust you?"

"You have swallowed the power of the God of Thunder, so stop pretending to be here with me!"

"What? Could it be that Lord Dragon God didn't get any benefits at the dusk when the gods fell last time, so he came here to complain?"

The tone in the strong wind was vaguely sarcastic.

"He Moyan, your dog was killed."

"My dog?"

"Mist hidden."

"Oh~ So you said that this piece of trash will die when it dies. Is there anything regrettable about it?"

"Ha!" Sikong Longxiang let out a disdainful chuckle, "It seems that you are really sleepy! Use your brain with insufficient IQ and think carefully about the level of your lowly mixed-race son."

"You mean Cross?" The voice in the strong wind gradually trembled, until finally it became angry, "How is that possible! As ants like humans, how can they kill gods!"

"Why is it impossible?" Sikong Longxiang trimmed his round nails with great interest, "I reminded you, don't underestimate humans."

The violent wind howled in the sky, accompanied by the faint sound of thunder, and the purple thunder roared in the sky like a raging dragon, announcing the wrath of the Lord God.

"He Moyan, you know what to do, don't let your reputation as a god fall."

Sikong Longxiang's body dissipated vaguely, making it unclear whether he was here, until finally the flames broke through the shackles of ice and suddenly turned into a sea of ​​​​fire.

A smile appeared on the young man's expressionless face, and then disappeared into the flames.

As the boy disappeared, a tall, handsome young man wearing a blue robe and a white jade hanging around his waist appeared.

There is a touch of gloom between the young man's eyebrows, but it does not hinder his exquisite face, with peach blossom eyes, a high bridge of nose, and indifferent thin lips.

Every time the young man spat out a byte, the violent wind and thunder in the sky became more and more violent.

"I, the human race, will let you know what the wrath of God is!"

Qingyu City.

The secondary administrative city under the Yunhua Empire has the same status as Anchang City and Qinyue City.

On top of the lush mountain peaks, the stream flows down like a part of the mountain. On the top of the mountain, people used a violent method to build countless pavilions and pavilions interconnected with each other on the top of the mountain.

This is the Shen family, a well-deserved big family in Qingyu City.

Now, in the center of the Shen family's pavilion, a man wearing a green ancient Han robe stood in front of the head of the Shen family.

The head of the Shen family knelt respectfully in front of the man wearing a green ancient Han robe, "If what you say is true, I, the Shen family, are willing to ride for you!"

There was still no expression on He Moyan's face. Impatience flashed across that handsome face, and he said in a cold voice: "Gods don't lie."

The Shen family members kowtowed crazily, "From today on, you are our master!"

"I wonder, Master, if you need someone to warm your bed? If so, my second daughter is more beautiful than a fairy, if you don't mind."

"Bang!" He Moyan mercilessly hit the Shen family with the white jade fan in his hand. With such terrifying force, the head of the Shen family was torn open and blood flowed uncontrollably.

But the white jade fan was still flawless and not stained with a trace of blood.

"A lowly ant still wants to become a concubine of God?"

"Listen to me and be a good dog."