The whole prehistoric world knows that Mozu is getting a divorce

Tongtian is his father?

Prince Changqin was filled with absurdity when he heard the news.

He should have died on the Lich Battlefield, shedding the last drop of blood for the Witch Clan, but Sanqing saved him. Lao Tzu told him in private that Zhu Rong had no blood relationship with him, and the Witch Clan was just using his status to promote Luck.

What special identity can I have?

Laozi said that he is the child of his third brother, and the man Teng Chang loves is Tongtian.

Once the cognition collapsed, the prince Changqin was in a daze for several days, unable to face Tongtian who looked like a black-haired young man and always avoided him.

He recalled the cold relationship between his mother and his father, Zu Wu was not very close to Teng Chang, and the most obvious flaw was in front of him for so long, but he subconsciously ignored it.

The bitterness in Prince Changqin's heart was unbearable.

Zu Wu always taught him that the Wu clan is his root, and Zhu Rong is the person who loves him the most, but the more this is the case, the more guilty Zu Wu is.

After knowing the truth about her birth, the crown prince Changqin spent his days recuperating in Kunlun Mountain depressed.He resisted contact with Sanqing and wanted to go out, but Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi didn't allow him to leave the range of Kunlun Mountain until he was fully recovered.

So he suppressed his eagerness and asked Lao Tzu, "Is my mother okay?"

Lao Tzu said softly, "Yes."

This response made Prince Changqin suddenly lose the courage to speak.

Where is the mother, did you save the mother... He couldn't ask these questions, especially after learning that Tongtian didn't love his mother at all.

Under Lao Tzu's piercing and tolerant eyes, Prince Changqin hurried back to his residence.In the quiet and elegant room, he saw a piano, and he couldn't help touching it, but instinctively missed the fifty strings that he didn't know where to go.

His zither...was left on the battlefield, so the Wu people should take good care of it.

Prince Changqin thought uneasily.

With an uneasy mood, he lived in Kunlun Mountain for two years. After the elixir provided by the Taiqing Laozi regardless of the cost, his body, which was severely injured by Donghuang Taiyi, recovered seven or eighty-eight, and the fifty strings were forcibly worn out. The essence and blood of the blood are also supplemented seven to eighty-eight.

Originally, this was an injury that would take a hundred years to heal...

Prince Changqin opened his mouth and thanked Lao Tzu. Lao Tzu smiled and said, "You should thank Tong Tian."

Although he is not a son of man for the first time, Prince Changqin is still frozen, his fingers are clenched under his sleeves, he doesn't know how to see Tongtian.Zhu Rong is a qualified father. He taught him all the skills to survive in the Wu tribe. The prince Changqin is used to the carefree and straightforward style of the Wu tribe, and even he himself is more straightforward.

His thoughts are clearly visible in front of Lao Tzu.

Laozi said kindly to this junior: "Tongtian is not as indifferent as he said. He is benevolent to Teng Chang, but to you...he cares, and if he denies it, he will not immediately beg me and Yuanshi to help save you."

Under his persuasion, Prince Changqin stepped into the Kunlun Palace to look for Shangqing, who couldn't stay behind closed doors.

Deep down in his heart, he respected Sanqing, who was transformed by Pangu's primordial spirit, and was the most noble root of the prehistoric world.Any prehistoric creature who suddenly learns that he is a descendant of Pangu and has the most noble blood in the world, probably cannot take it lightly.

But he still loves everything about the Wu Clan deeply, and he doesn't want to change his name to call Tongtian his father, and Zhu Rong is the one who raised him.

The feeling of betrayal made Prince Changqin very uncomfortable.

After seeing Tongtian, the prince Changqin suddenly realized that he was worrying too much. Tongtian didn't ask him to be his child at all, "You can come to Kunlun Mountain anytime, the eldest brother and the second brother like you better—" the black-haired young man in black wiped Holding the Qingping sword, he treated his only child indifferently, as if the other party was just a stranger.

Prince Changqin said what was stuck in his throat: "Thank you for your... help."

Tong Tian paused, "Nothing."

yes nothing.

Whether it's saving people or paying attention to Prince Changqin, they are all things he does subconsciously. The things that maintain the connection between them are too thin.

Tong Tian looked at the beautiful and handsome Prince Changqin in front of him, and his elegant demeanor was not something that a member of the Wu clan could have.No matter how mutated Zhu Rong's blood was, he would not be able to give birth to such a son. This is... a trait that only a seeker like him can have.

"Teng Chang is waiting for you at the foot of Kunlun Mountain."

He dropped these words and left without even wanting to wait for Kunlun Palace.

Stepping out of the palace, Tong Tian glared at Lao Tzu outside, but Lao Tzu pretended not to see him, and glanced out of the corner of his eye at the leaving figure of his third younger brother, presumably the third younger brother ran to another place to rest his mind.

This also shows that the place where the prince Changqin is located, the third brother's mood cannot be calmed down.

Lao Tzu said to himself: "That's why we let him get along with you."

Killing the three corpses requires a clear understanding of one's own feelings.

When Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi confirmed that Prince Changqin's recuperation was over, they mercifully opened the mountain guard array on Kunlun Mountain and let Prince Changqin down the mountain.

At the bottom of the mountain, Prince Changqin saw Teng Chang as promised, and was very pleasantly surprised.

"Mother!"

Regardless of the cover of the branches, he stepped forward quickly.

Seeing Teng Chang's haggard face clearly, Prince Changqin was startled, "What's wrong with you? Has something happened to the Wu Clan..." He had a bad premonition.

When Teng Chang saw the child, he forced a smile, but tears fell down.

Her dark skin has been exposed to the sun for a long time, her lips are dry and cracked, and her long hair tied behind her head is also neglected. A few strands are knotted and stained with dark brown coagulated blood.The prince Changqin was heartbroken, and supported his always strong mother, "Yes, is the Wu Clan defeated?"

He said the closest guess to the truth, his voice trembling.

Teng Chang said sadly: "Yes!"

Prince Changqin also shed tears, no longer calm, "Where is Lord Houtu?"

He wanted to ask, did the only savior of the Wu Clan, the ancestor witch who could make the Wu Clan rise, didn't save the Wu Clan?

Teng Chang reacted more strongly to the name Houtu, and his body was crumbling.

"She proved..."

Prince Changqin didn't notice that Teng Chang didn't mention his honorific title, so he hurriedly asked about the follow-up. Teng Chang had no choice but to tell him: "After proving the Tao, Empress Houtu got the cultivation of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, and she only had time to guard the Netherland forever according to her oath. Make a move to break through the Zhou Tian Xing Dou array."

This is the mildest explanation, and Teng Chang didn't want to say it too cruelly.

Prince Changqin mourned.

Seeing Changqin's expression, Teng Chang understood that her clever child understood Houtu's choice, and Houtu abandoned the Wu clan and allowed the Wu clan to be defeated.

Prince Changqin choked up and asked, "My father...is he still alive?"

Teng Chang shook his head sadly.

The two descendants with the highest status on the surface of the Wu clan went to Buzhou Mountain not long after.No, even Buzhou Mountain doesn't exist anymore!There was a huge old tree.

Prince Changqin ignored the tree, found the entrance of the Wu Clan under a piece of desolate rubble, opened the formation, and entered the Wu Clan's clan together with Teng Chang.

In the dilapidated Wu Clan.

Teng Chang no longer concealed it, and told the whole story of the war, some of which she saw with her own eyes, and some of which she inquired about after being rescued.

Prince Changqin's heart was bleeding, and his face was pale. When his father saw Wuxian but not him, he thought he was dead. In order to avenge him, his father fought Donghuang Taiyi and died in Donghuang Zhonghe. Under the fire of the Golden Crow.

"Father!" Prince Changqin completely forgot the trace of admiration for Tongtian, his mind was occupied by Zhu Rong, and the intense pain tormented him, making him wish to replace it with his own body.

Why is this!

For the prehistoric, the witch clan has fallen to such a point!

The high-ranking demon clan, who was the enemy of life and death in the past, also died tragically. There are very few people alive, and the situation of the confrontation between the prehistoric and the wild has disappeared without a trace.

Prince Changqin said suddenly: "I want to see Lord Houtu!"

All the reasons, only Houtu can answer.

Teng Chang wiped away his tears silently, "I don't know where the entrance to the Netherland is, but it is said that Empress Houtu has a good relationship with Patriarch Styx, you can ask that great power." She sat on the ground, Touching the land, "I'll stay here and wait for you."

Prince Changqin didn't stop, bid farewell to his mother and went to the Nether Blood Sea. The place where countless dead souls once gathered became much more empty, and there were no more wandering dead souls.

He walked into the Nether Blood Sea, which stained his white clothes red, but he didn't care about it, and said hoarsely: "The prince of the Wu clan, Changqin, visited the ancestor of Minghe."

Styx secretly said trouble.

Knowing the purpose of Prince Changqin's visit, Minghe didn't want to have too much contact with the Wu clan, so he opened the passage to the Netherworld for Prince Changqin.The reputation of the Wu Clan is bad now, known as a sinful clan, and the destruction of Buzhou Mountain is too serious. Every prehistoric creature resists that arrogant race from the bottom of its heart.

Prince Changqin walked silently in the underworld, turning a blind eye to the souls of the dead.He passed through the wilderness without any houses, walked through the newly opened path, and finally saw a long river of yellow springs with a small winding bridge on the river.

A woman stood on the bridge, with a plain black dress and a face full of hibiscus.

It is similar to Houtu but also different.

Prince Changqin uttered his most fragile sentence so far: "Aunt Hou Tu, my father is dead, and the Wu clan is gone. I don't understand why things have evolved to this point..."

The woman on the bridge was not moved, and said calmly: "There is no heirland in the world, and I am Pingxin Empress." After these words, she answered Prince Changqin's question, "Liches go against the sky, and they can't get what they want. It is doomed to fail."

"Do you think so?" Prince Changqin was numb.

Empress Pingxin nodded, "Anyone like me can deduce what happened in the past. Lich is the second calamity after dragon, phoenix and unicorn."

Measure robbery!

The Witch Clan ended up worse than the dragon, phoenix and unicorn!

The prince vomited red from the mouth of the piano, crying and laughing, "Why can the monster clan survive, but the witch clan is almost extinct? It's not fair!"

Empress Pingxin said in the tone of an outsider: "Because the Buzhou Mountain collapsed and the prehistoric land was broken, this karma is counted on the Wu Clan's head, cutting off the Wu Clan's luck."

Prince Changqin's eyes darkened.

At the moment of coma, the sound of Buzhou Mountain collapsing exploded in his ears, the water of the Tianhe River poured down, and the screams of the world's beings were burnt!

Aware of karma, karma will also be entangled, Prince Changqin gave up blocking, and his consciousness sank into the darkness like an abyss.As he was burning like a raging fire, suffering the backlash of karma in pain, he seemed to hear a sigh coming from nowhere.

"For my sake, wipe off his karma."

A male clone appeared on the Naihe Bridge, with a slightly sad expression on his face. He is a good corpse who reaches the sky, and his feelings for the prince Changqin are much more straightforward than his body.

Empress Pingxin ignored it, "You are beyond heaven."

Shanshi said: "I can represent him, and he agreed."

Empress Pingxin thought for a moment, then used the power of the lord of the underworld to extract the soul of the prince Changqin, "I put him into reincarnation, and the karma on the soul can be washed away for a hundred generations, but this is not a natural thing, you need to pay enough merit Power."

"It's okay."

Shanshi picked up the body of Prince Changqin and floated away.

The past has become a deadlock, and the future has infinite hope. Neither he nor Tongtian want to see Changqin lingering for the Wu clan.This is probably a ray of compassion that Tongtian, as a father, could not erase before he was sanctified and proclaimed the Tao.

What is a prince, it is just a restraint imposed by the witch clan.

Changqin is Changqin after all.

What Tongtian wants to see is a carefree god of destiny playing the piano, not a walking dead avenger who wants to revive the witch clan.

The author has something to say: #818热一仙二代王子长琴#

Prince Changqin: ... Even if I am not the son of Tongtian, I am also the second generation of immortals.

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