Heaven is fearless

The change of the situation made the scene become dead silent. No one could believe their ears. They stared wide-eyed, looking at Tu Zhao as if they saw an ant suddenly shed its skin and become an elephant.

Tu Zhao didn't hesitate, and knelt down firmly on the cold brick with a plop, knocking his head on the ground hard: "Tu Zhao pays homage to Master!"

In a different space that no one can see, time and space are twisted and overlapped together, mountains and seas are intertwined, broken thrones and newly built magnificent palaces stand upside down, Kunpeng, who died ten thousand years ago, will swing his giant tail ten thousand years later, tomorrow The phoenix that was born died in the early morning of yesterday, and the vast forest was crushed to ashes in the next second, and was reborn a moment later. There is no concept of past and future here, and everything is staged in the absurd and real.

This is the anchor of the world, where time and space are born, where death and rebirth are eternally equal, and this is also the "nest" where the way of heaven is bred, and the compass that deduces the fate of the world over and over again.

——And in this world that is collapsing all the time, following the words of Tu Zhao, the phoenix that died yesterday opened its eyes again in the ashes, crying out that the shattered throne stopped collapsing, and there are invisible The surge of power has fixed these premature deaths and decay on a precarious balance.

The fairy in white raised his eyes if he felt something.

The air mechanism between heaven and earth...has changed a bit.

This kind of change began to happen when Yuan Huajun came to Guixu, but it wasn't until Tu Zhao said this sentence that this kind of change was solidified enough to be captured.

Tiandao perceives the fragile and shallow existence of "future".

Although it is only as thin as a spider's silk, but after the end of the endless world, such a spider's silk represents hope.

So everyone could see that Sword Master Mingxiao's expression softened. He pressed one hand on the shoulder of the kneeling young man, and his voice was extremely soft, but it contained infinite expectations: "Er Nai, the great disciple of my lord, in the future— — Cough cough cough..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a violent cough. Tu Zhao raised his head in surprise, and suddenly noticed a faint red mark slowly smearing outwards under the sword master's wide cloak.

Tu Zhao's pupils shrank, he couldn't care less, and said in a voiceless voice: "Are you injured?!"

After his words came out, everyone realized that Sword Master Mingxiao's face was terrifyingly pale, and his black hair matched his snow-like complexion, almost giving people the illusion that he was about to melt.

Tu Zhao's eyes were fixed on the large cloak that covered most of his body, and he suddenly reached out, grabbed a corner of the cloak and wanted to pull it off.

His movements were fast, but he was no faster than a fairy who had ascended to the fairyland by half a step.

A pale and slender hand clasped Tu Zhao's hand first, and then grabbed a corner of the cloak.

Tu Zhao's hands were shaking, and he didn't know what he was afraid of, but he was trembling unconsciously, and the chaotic and noisy thoughts in his mind were almost breaking through his head.

That pale hand was used to holding the sword. Although the cultivator's physical fitness was strong and there were few scars, there was still a layer of calluses worn out from holding the sword on that hand, which was a bit rough, but it stuck to the back of Tu Zhao's hand, Extraordinarily reassuring.

Ming Xiao pressed Tu Zhao's hand, and quietly stared at the young man kneeling on the ground with lowered eyes. Tu Zhao and him looked at each other for a moment, and from those cold snow-like eyes, he could see some kind of indisputable Things, the strength in the hand will slowly, slowly relax.

Tu Zhao lowered his head, and when his hand left the soft cloak fabric, the hand with a calloused sword suddenly grabbed it, easily lifted the young man on the ground, and pressed his hand on him. On the shoulders, the elders of the Tu Clan who looked surprised and doubtful on the side nodded lightly, made a tactic and disappeared in place with the Tu omen turning into a stream of light.

There was a dead silence in the square, and the senior elder of the Tu family had no expression on his wrinkled face, and the person in power looked at him in horror almost in the next second: "Elder! That evil it turns out……"

"Shut up!" The old man with chicken skin and white hair was leaning on a dark paulownia cane in his hand. Hearing this, he slammed the cane on the ground, stopping what the junior was about to say, and said in a deep voice , "That's the next Patriarch of my Tu Clan, the future Immortal Venerable, how can you allow such slander?!"

Patriarch Tu's complexion changed drastically: "You?! That Tuying, that child—"

In terms of blood, Tuying and Tuzhao are both his nephews. Their father died shortly after they were born because of hunting monsters. grew up.

Although because of the prophecy, he had no feelings for Tu Zhao, but after years of loving and caring for Tu Ying, he really doted on Tu Ying extremely, and it was nothing more than saying that he was his own child.

And just before today, Tuying was still the most favored child of the Tu clan, the jewel they held in their hands, a genius with excellent qualifications and a bright future, and the next head of the Tu clan...

The middle-aged man listened to the cold and emotionless words of the great elder, his face turned pale and uncertain, and finally couldn't help but said: "That child, Aying...you watched him grow up..."

There was a trace of complicated emotion in the eyes of the Great Elder Gu Jing Wubo, he sighed: "Don't say this in the future, Tu Ying can't come back, she was taken away by the Demon Lord, how serious is the consequence of this matter?" Don't you understand? Fortunately, there is another child who is favored by the Immortal Venerable, and this is how to keep Tu Clan, do you want Tu Clan to be buried with him?"

The middle-aged man is in a dilemma: "But why don't you just ignore—"

Seeing that the repeated advice was useless, the Great Elder's voice became cold and hard: "Okay! Don't mention this in the future! From now on, the Tu clan will treat it as if there is no such person as Tu Ying! Open the ancestral hall tomorrow, and call that child—he What is it? Add his name, and write it under your name."

The corners of the middle-aged man's eyes twitched twice. Under the gloomy eyes of the great elder, he finally lowered his head and said, "Yes, this junior understands."

The Great Elder stood up on crutches. He was short in stature, standing in front of the Patriarch of the Tu family, it seemed that he was half shorter out of thin air, but no one dared to underestimate him.

——The Tu clan was originally just a very common cultivator family on Penglai Island, drowned in hundreds of small families and unknown, if it weren't for this great elder, how could the Tu clan have obtained such a status in the upper class of Penglai Island as it is now.

He looked at Patriarch Tu with drooping eyelids, caught the reluctance in the other's eyes, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. The Tu family has no successors, and now he can only pin his hopes on the child who suddenly made a fortune. He didn't harbor resentment towards his family because of his neglect all these years...

Everyone here has different thoughts, but Tu Zhao over there is completely unaware. Sword Master Mingxiao clasped his shoulder with one hand and twisted his body for a moment. Outside the main courtyard, there are gorgeous Zhumen in front of you, lush bamboos, and the small spring flowing with Qingling stream is bubbling and bubbling. There is no arrangement for a maid, only the shallow stream is surging.

Tu Zhao had never set foot inside the house, and he was not qualified to come to the main courtyard. He was almost subconsciously attracted by the natural and beautiful scenery in front of him. Master: "Master——"

Before he could say a word, he was frightened by the white-clothed immortal who suddenly fell down.

The winding and wide cloak spread out following Ming Xiao's movements, and the scene under the cloak was shocking. Tu Zhao's pupils shrank unconsciously, and the wound in front of him seemed to have penetrated the body of the immortal, and he stabbed the sword fiercely in the chest. Spicy, bright red blood flowed down the wound all the way to the waist, the blood stained most of the body, the white clothes were red with blood, under the jet-black hair the frosty delicate and indifferent face was almost transparent white, the long eyelashes lightly Hanging down, it turned out to be a cold and meaningless gesture.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't hold on anymore at this moment, Tu Zhao had no doubts that the Immortal Venerable would never show this injury to others.

"Master, Master?!"

Tu Zhao was so panic-stricken that he frantically held onto Ming Xiao's arm, trying to support the man with his own body, his face turned pale with fright: "Your injury—"

"No problem." Ming Xiao's tone was still extremely calm, as if to prove that he was indeed okay, he even reached out and pressed his wound, explaining patiently, "It just looks scary, just adjust your breathing for a few days. He's measured."

Tu Zhao noticed the "he" in Ming Xiao's words, and his expression froze for a moment: "Yes...it's Mingxuemo..."

In the middle of what he said, Ming Xiao raised his eyes and glanced at him, and that glance was filled with the coldness of Feixue: "Don't call him Demon Lord."

There was no emotion in Xianzun's tone, he just said flatly: "I don't like it."

Tu Zhao pursed his lips.

Ming Xiao thought about it again, and added: "According to seniority, you should call him Shishu."

These words can be regarded as shocking. Sword Master Mingxiao asked his direct disciple to call the Lord of the Demon Realm Master Uncle. If this news got out, it would be enough to cause a major earthquake in the cultivation world.

Tu Zhao is not an ignorant baby, on the contrary, his childhood experience made him more sensitive to the twists and turns of these people's hearts. As soon as Sword Master Ming Xiao said this, he could think of the troubles in the future, but looking at this moment Tu Zhao still nodded in response to the stubborn and cold eyes of the other party: "I understand, Mingxue...Master Uncle."

He took a deep breath and asked in a low voice: "Is this injury done by Master Mingxue?"

Ming Xiao looked at him in surprise when he heard the words, his eyes were full of honesty, "Are you stupid?": "Except for him, who can leave such a wound to this gentleman?"

He didn't seem to want to say much about it, and said hastily: "Your brother, don't worry, Mingxue is very sensible, not a violent and bloodthirsty person, he will take good care of your brother, don't worry too much."

Tu Zhao was almost dumbfounded by Ming Xiao's words.

Ming Xiao's tone seemed to be that the cold and arrogant Demon Lord was still a sensible and well-behaved child in his memory, even if the other party stabbed him with a sword, he could tolerantly treat it as a child's prank.

However, Demon Lord Mingxue is sensible?Clever?Not violent?Not bloodthirsty? !

If the demons in the entire Demon Realm could hear this, they would probably die in protest on the spot.

As Ming Xiao said this, his breathing gradually slowed down. Tu Zhao helped him into the yard and let him sit on the couch. Talking to himself, it seemed like he was defending someone far away in the Demon Realm: "He...he's just too sad..."

Tu Zhao paused for a moment.