Martial Arts and Fantasy: the Evil Emperor of All Realms

Chen Shu looked at him in a daze: "Who are you? Did you call me just now?"

The man was shocked: "Huang Er, don't you recognize me?"

Chen Shu responded to his question with dull eyes.

The man pointed at the little girl and asked, "Then do you know who she is?"

Chen Shudao: "Of course, she is my younger sister."

The man was surprised and said: "You recognize your sister, but not your father?"

The second monk Chen Shuzhang was puzzled: "She is my sister, of course I know her. You are not my father, how could I know you? Besides, why do you say that you are the father?"

The man was puzzled: "Do you know what your sister's name is?"

Chen Shu looked at the little girl: "Of course I know my sister's name, her name is Chen Yun."

The little girl stood up, looked at her father, then at her "brother", she said in surprise: "Brother, what's wrong with you? My name is not Chen Yun. My name is Ling Bi'er, and it's you." Ling Bier."

Chen Shu opened his mouth wide and almost couldn't close it.

The man said: "My name is Zhao Zhen, and I am the prince of Ashu Kingdom. This is your sister named Zhao Ling. Both you and your mother like to call him Ling Bier."

"Brother." Zhao Ling called Chen Shu softly.

Chen Shu felt his head swell more and more.

At this time, he subconsciously looked at the surrounding environment.He hid on a glazed bed with a fluffy white carpet beside the bed. There was a hardwood table and some chairs in the middle of the room, and several lampstands were scattered around. The candles illuminated the room thoroughly.

It turned out that it was already night.

Chen Shu touched the quilt covering him. Chen Shu had never experienced this kind of touch.

All this tells him that he has come to a new world!

Chen Shu looked at Zhao Ling: "Your name is Ling Bi'er?"

Zhao Ling nodded.

Chen Shu thought to himself: "In this new world, there is a girl who looks exactly like my sister, and this girl is also my sister in this world."

Chen Shu looked at Zhao Zhen and said, "May I ask, what's my name?"

Zhao Zhen frowned, he didn't expect "his son" to ask such a question.

He said, "Your name is Zhao Qi, and you are my second son."

Chen Shu asked again: "Then what is my brother's name? Where is he? Also, where is my mother?"

Zhao Zhen paused: "Your brother is Zhao Bi, General Zhenyuan, who is in charge of the border defense work of our Ashu Kingdom. He is stationed at the border all year round. He should be in Zhushi Town now. Uh..."

Zhao Zhen hesitated to speak: "Qi'er, have you really forgotten your mother?" He stared at Chen Shu, who was at a loss.

Zhao Zhen said, "Did you really forget that your mother died?"

"What?" Chen Shu's mind buzzed for a moment.

Chapter 24 Three Factions

In 15023 of the Northern Calendar, Zhao Guang, the Northern Emperor of the Beixue Empire, passed away, and Zhao Yi came to power. The three major factions in the palace and the 28 local counties were in chaos.The orders are not clear, each governs in its own way, and the vassal kings segregate their regimes. The eight super sects have also recruited troops to compete for the Central Plains;The empire is full of flames, the people are displaced, and the people are mourning.

Quanxing County is located in the southwest of the Beixue Empire. In the southwest of Quanxing County, the Longjiang River runs from east to west, trickling, day and night tirelessly bypassing Wenjiabao, zigzags to the east.To the south of Wenjiabao, the ancient forest of Taiyuan, with a radius of tens of thousands of miles, has 84 main peaks. The peaks and peaks are soaring into the clouds. , Like a giant dragon, winding thousands of miles... Immortal clouds surround, mountains are high and forests are deep, monsters and beasts are rampant.

It was the evening of August, and thousands of willow trees by the river were downcast.Wenjiabao with a radius of [-] miles is full of fallen leaves, and the gray and hazy sky is gloomy, making it even more desolate.

Wenjiabao and the other five major cultivators in the county are collectively known as 'one castle, two gangs and three absolute swords'. These six major forces have monopolized the daily necessities of ordinary people in Quanxing County, as well as the cultivation resources of countless families of all sizes.Even the princess mainly focuses on wooing, not provoking.Of course, the county prince's mansion has attracted countless strange men and strangers, one hundred thousand silver armored light cavalry, wearing silver armor and riding white horses, and [-] black armored troops riding thick black armor riding black horses. .Princess Lin Zheng is even a master of the Heavenly King Realm. He rarely meets opponents in ice and snow skills, and is known as the number one master in Quanxing.

At this time, on the bank of the Longjiang River, a big man in a green shirt stood like a mountain. He was Wen Shengtian, the patriarch of Wenjiabao. He was tall and tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. , the smoke billowed, and within twenty feet there was nothingness.Known as Huo Ba, he is well-known in Quanxing County!At this moment, his tiger eyes are wide open, and his anger is hard to calm down.In recent years, the caravans of Wenjiabao and the young masters sent to the ancient forests of Taiyuan have been robbed and killed one after another, and all the corpses brought back were sealed with a sword.Wen Jiabao also spent countless manpower and material resources to investigate this matter, but none of them paid any attention to it.

"Hello, Uncle!" Two respectful voices interrupted Wen Shengtian's meditation. "Going to inspect the spirit mine? Is there anything unusual?" Wen Shengtian raised his head slightly, and looked at the handsome young man in a yellow shirt with a smile on his face. "No." Wen Bin replied. "Then go back! You have to work hard at night to watch the night!" Wen Shengtian waved to the young man.

Wen Bin is also considered a leader among the younger generation. He is twenty this year and has reached the tenth level of real energy at a young age!His father, Wen Yao, holds the position of the Great Elder, a master of the Heavenly King Realm, and is the No. [-] figure in Wenjiabao. He is deep and strategic!He always has a smiling face at ordinary times, has no airs, and is deeply loved by the clan.

"Brother Bin, Uncle Sheng! Come here too!" A crisp voice came, very euphemistic and pleasant.

The three of them turned their heads to look, but saw a graceful woman walking hurriedly from the side of the bridge. The woman was about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a white dress, with a worried expression on her face, her eyebrows furrowed, and her skin radiant. Like jade, the appearance is very beautiful.

"Is it Ying'er! You've come to wait for Feng'er again, alas! It's been a month. They should be back too!" Wen Shengtian looked at Wenying lovingly.Wenying is an orphan. Both his parents and Wenfeng's parents died in a family mission.Due to the same experience and growth environment, she and Wenfeng have cared for each other since they were young, and they have a deep affection.Two years ago, Shui Da Ju Cheng became a couple of double cultivators and had a son named Wen Jun, who just turned one year old.The young couple usually respect each other as guests, the husband sings and the wife follows, and they enjoy themselves happily.After Wenfeng and Wenying got married, they stayed at home and focused on practicing, but they did not stay away.Wenfeng reached the Diwang Realm at the age of 19, and his tribe placed high hopes on him, and shouldered the arduous task of revitalizing the Wen family.

"Sister Ying! Brother Feng is the head of the three masters of Quanxing County, and he has a superb fire attack. It's okay." Wen Bin stared at Wen Ying and comforted her with a smile!

I don't know which mongrel?He would only sneaky backstabs to hurt people, if he really had the ability!Let's fight to the death with our Wenjiabao with swords and guns.What kind of thing is this kind of sneaking around? "The young man in black shirt who was with Wen Bin shouted angrily.

"Feng'er, this kid is rigorous in his work, has extraordinary courage, and has high mystical skills! He has reached the early stage of the Earth King Realm! He is actually the best in our Wenjiabao for 500 years. This time, the trip to the ancient forest of Taiyuan is called experience, and he actually took risks. The murderer! There will be something to gain. If I know who is secretly targeting my Wenjiabao, we will use the power of the whole castle to fight against that dog thief." The more Wen Shengtian said, the more angry he became, and the more he talked, the more emotional he was. He couldn't help gnashing his teeth , cursed in a low voice.

"Not good! They're back!" Wen Shengtian shouted!After a while, I saw thick smoke billowing from the south, circle after circle, and the circles of smoke were like ghosts.This is Wenjiabao's unique self-cultivation method, the shadow circle incense.There are three stages, the initial stage, one circle after another, the circles are connected, the smaller the circle, the faster the desire, reaching the Nascent Soul Stage, it is like stepping on a beacon wheel, coming and going like electricity, traveling thousands of miles.Break through the catastrophe and reach the stage of transforming the gods. The circle is as big as a lamp bean, like a line of fire. When you take a step, it rises and falls, fluttering like the wind, like a light cloud, indescribably elegant and free. .You can have a panoramic view of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and a hundred thousand miles of sky is like a step in a leisurely garden.As for the third stage, no one in Wenjiabao's family history has reached it so far!According to the description of the exercises, it is a kind of artistic conception, the body is integrated with the heaven and the earth, I am the sky and the earth, the sky and the earth are like me, and the body is there when the god is there.However, this technique is not easy to use, it consumes a lot of energy!Unless things are urgent and in crisis.

Chapter 25 Psychic Flying Sword

While speaking, the four figures approached lightning, and in the blink of an eye, they were already in front of them.Do not!It was five people, and four people carried one. "Patriarch! Quickly save Brother Feng!" Everyone gathered around one after another!

But Wenfeng's eyes were closed, his brows were slightly frowned, his resolute face was as white as paper, a psychic flying sword passed through his back shockingly, and five inches of blood-stained sword edge was exposed on his chest. A dark red peony.The end is life and death.

Wenying just felt that her heart was pulled out, the world was white, and her mind was empty.Kneeling down, holding his slightly cold hand tightly with both hands, tears trickled down his face and fell on Wenfeng's hand.

Wen Shengtian leaned sideways and stretched out a trembling finger, approaching Wenfeng's nose hesitantly, not daring to move away for a long time, his nose was a little sore, and some shiny things in his eyes shook off!Wen Shengtian brushed his hand over the top of his head inadvertently, covering it up!Anger and sadness are mixed in the heart.People seem to be a little old all of a sudden.

Wen Shengtian pondered for a while, then pressed his right hand on the top of Wenfeng's head, and the thin zhenqi slowly penetrated into Wenfeng's body. If the zhenqi was too fast, that slight hope might be ruined on the spot.After a while, Wen Shengtian gently moved his right hand away, shook his head, stared at the three-foot-long psychic flying sword again, and motioned to the four people who were carrying Wenfeng to put him on his side on the ground. Holding the psychic flying sword tightly in his hand, he trembled slightly. He thought, Feng'er's aura was untouchable, he might have killed him long ago, and wanted to pull it out. Suddenly he felt a little flustered, and stopped for a while involuntarily, still biting Tighten your teeth and pull it out violently!Only a little blood flowed out of Wenfeng's wound, and it stopped flowing!Obviously it can't be saved.