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"Your Highness, the Emperor of Heaven..."

Ming Jin suddenly leaned forward, grabbed his collar, and asked sharply: "What did you say?" Trembling, he said: "...the Emperor of Heaven was attacked, and his whereabouts are still unknown..." "Shut up!" Ming Jin threw him away, kicked him in the chest, and said solemnly: "Will you talk about the emperor, you Do you want to be condemned by God?" The envoy staggered and knelt down on the ground, with cold sweat rising on his back, he lowered his head and dared not speak any more.

Ming Jin glared at him fiercely, suppressing the rising anger in his heart, he turned and left, the direction was straight towards Lingxiao Temple.

He is going to see his father!My father will definitely return home with a complete victory!When he sees his father, he will punish that nonsense envoy!

It is an unprecedented speed to pinch Xiangyun.Ming Jin was very anxious, the distance from Huo Ling Hall to Ling Xiao Hall was extremely close, but he felt that it was extremely far away.Why haven't you arrived yet?He didn't believe that man's nonsense, soon, soon, the familiar jade steps, Lingxiao Temple is close in front of him...

Before stepping into the hall, he shouted anxiously: "Father..." It stopped abruptly, as if his throat was choked, and Ming Jin couldn't make a sound.

There was deathly silence, and in the hall, all the gods knelt down on the ground.

Ming Jin stared blankly, her body felt as if she was in an abyss of ice, the bone-piercing chill was so cold that it was almost broken.He blankly glanced at the kneeling gods, and finally fixed his eyes on the high seat.

No, father is not here..." Your Highness, please mourn..." A slightly old voice sounded beside him.

Sorry?Ming Jin's mind went blank, she turned her head and looked at the people around her for a long time, but couldn't tell who he was. "Your Highness, the Heavenly Emperor, the Heavenly Emperor has passed away..." The voice was heavy with grief. "Get out." Ming Jin looked at the man indifferently, the redness in his eyes spread, and finally filled his entire eyes: "Get out!!!" With red hair and blood-colored pupils, no one dared to approach.

With a cold face and no emotion at all, Mingjin stepped out of the Lingxiao Palace step by step, his consciousness could hardly control his body, something rushed up from the bottom of his heart, the bloodthirsty impulse, the surging power that wanted to be released...

No!No, he suppressed it instinctively, bit his lip fiercely, blood spread in his mouth, and the fire in his heart burned more and more intensely.

They were lying to him, his father will be fine, and Emperor Yan, who has existed forever since the creation of the world, is unlikely to have any accidents!

The father must have not come back, he is going to find the father, go to the ancient bronze gate...

He didn't even feel it when he pinched his fingers into his palm, his face remained numb, and he moved his mouth to summon Xiangyun at a very human speed, disappearing after a few ups and downs.

The majestic and majestic ancient bronze gate is already dilapidated and desolate.

You don't need to witness it with your own eyes, you can imagine how tragic the battle took place here. The air is still filled with a strong smell of blood, which shows the cruel reality...Ming Jin walked step by step, the fear in his heart became more and more intense, In the end, he stroked the ancient bronze door with trembling hands.

The ancient bronze gate that has lost its divine power is like an old and dilapidated city wall, full of remnants of fairy arts, crumbling.

The god died, disappeared, and there was no one here.

Ming Jin knelt down on the ground, unable to think at all.

Overnight, the world was turned upside down.

Father...Father...really...the answer became clearer and clearer, but he didn't want to admit it.

The despair in my heart was finally uncontrollable, burning my whole body, and the power of destroying heaven and earth gushed out frantically.

His body was about to be torn apart, but he couldn't feel the slightest pain. His eyes were reddened by the strong desire to break through, and his consciousness was completely empty. He only wanted to destroy everything, and he longed for catharsis. Only endless killing could satisfy him...

With the breath of life, he instinctively turned his head to the side, and saw a black figure, who was suddenly approached unconsciously, and the power gushed out, and the man was rushed far away, dusty and bloody.

Not enough, not enough at all, there are more and more figures, whose faces cannot be seen clearly, and do not need to be seen clearly.He only needs blood, only life, to satisfy the desire in his heart, to vent the uncontrollable fiery power.

Fierce and brutal, like a Shura bathed in blood.

Without the mania of human nature, the screams became the most beautiful sound, bursting into an extremely gorgeous movement in the accompaniment of life and blood.

Only in this way, only in this way, can the wild howling beast in my heart be satisfied...

In mid-air, with a suspended transparent barrier, Chong Li looked at this endless death, cruel scene without humanity with a blank face.

The man in Tsing Yi who was standing behind him had already turned his head away, unable to look any further.

Until all the sacrifices were torn apart with bare hands, the blood could no longer seep into the ground and flow into a river.

Ming Jin stood bathed in blood, his eyes glazed over, unaware of it.

Chong Li stepped down from the clouds, with an elegant posture, as if walking in the fairy mist, turning a blind eye to the ruined flesh and blood around him, only staring at the beast-like young man.

As soon as he felt the breath approaching, the young man bullied him with his bare hands, and a fiery red dragon surged out, surging towards the purple figure.

Chong Li's expression remained unchanged, he flicked his sleeves, propped up a semi-circular water-blue enchantment, and continued to walk towards him step by step.

The young man was panting, and released endless power without any rules. Although he still couldn't hurt Chong Li, he continued to attack without getting discouraged.

So stalemate, until exhausted.

Ming Jin completely lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

Chong Li was also a little surprised that thousands of people sacrificed for such a long time, but fortunately, everything did not deviate from the track.He picked up the boy, and Ren Mingjin leaned against his chest softly, blood stained his clothes, but he didn't care.

The stern look faded away, and the boy was quiet and harmless.

Chong Li bowed his head, and whispered in Ming Jin's ear: "Remember, your father died at the hands of evil spirits, and you must avenge him." Repeating this three times, it seems to be a voice that reaches the bottom of my heart. The eyelashes of the cicada wings trembled slightly, and finally fell into the boundless darkness.

At that time, Mingjin was still a dumpling, and she spoke in a childish voice, and standing up straight with all her might would only make people ravage her head.In his impression, his father was so tall, he could only feel his hair being messed up by a big hand, and then a muffled laughter came from above his head.

He had to look up to see his father's handsome and young face. He smiled calmly, but his eyes were full of love.

Although he has never met his mother, he and Yao Ji have received double the love of a father, sincere and unreserved, this man has devoted all his heart and soul to Jiuchongtian, but he has never neglected his two children.

Ming Jin likes to climb on his father's shoulders the most. He can see very high and far away, and it is very safe. His father will not let him get hurt in the slightest.

In fact, childhood memories will gradually become blurred. As we grow older, more and more new memories exist in our minds. These simple memories of only our father are pushed to the bottom instead, and they will not be touched, but they will always exist. .

I thought I had forgotten it, but I didn't want to. These are family affections that penetrated into the blood and soaked in the bone marrow.There is no need to say it, but he deeply knows that in this world, he has only one father, who will support him.

More and more deep memories, scenes are presented in his mind without any mistakes... The first time he learned to Tengyun, his father picked him up and turned him around a few times. Although he was dizzy, he could see the pride in his father's eyes. Straighten out your chest, vow to do better, to honor your father, and then get dizzy again...

It is said that the father is rigorous and unsmiling.But Ming Jin felt that his father loved to laugh very much, and every time he was in front of him, he always wore a gentle smile, pampering and tolerant.It wasn't until a long time later that he realized that such a father was exclusive to him and Yao Ji, and this kind of smile was only for them.

When is it?He became more and more impatient with his father's discipline, wanted the so-called freedom, and finally moved to Huo Ling Palace... But he never thought that in the huge Tiangong, Yao Ji got married, he moved out, leaving only his father...

Will he come to the lonely...

Ever since waking up, Ming Jin didn't take half a step out of the Huo Ling Temple, for three whole days, he remained motionless and lost in thought.

No one could get close to him until Chong Li appeared again, and said softly: "You are doing this because you want your father to die in vain?" After a pause, he continued: "Aside from you, who else do you expect to avenge him?" Menlei directly cut the tight string in Ming Jin's heart. He turned his head and looked at Chong Li. Tears finally came out and he choked up and said, "Master..." Chong Li sat on the side of the bed and stopped him from entering. Huai, said softly: "I'm here." Surrounded by a warm breath, the defenses of his heart collapsed completely, and Ming Jin burst out uncontrollably, crying hoarsely, murmuring... Chong Li listened silently, let He vented and cried bitterly.

It's just a child, if the sky falls, it will naturally collapse.

The Nine Heavens had long been in chaos, and it wasn't until 49 days of darkness that the gods realized clearly that the Heavenly Emperor had passed away, taking away the boundless light, and the fear and uneasiness accompanied by the darkness pervaded everyone's hearts.

What exactly happened, no one can explain, could it be that the demons are so powerful... Is there still a tomorrow in the Heavenly Realm?

After the boundless silence, there is a frenzied argument. The Nine Heavens cannot be left alone for a day!

Who should belong to this throne of emperor?

It was almost everyone's expectation, and everyone looked to Chongli, as the only ancient god left in the world today, no matter its prestige and strength, there is no doubt.

No one would have thought of Ming Jin, the so-called son of the Emperor of Heaven, who was actually an idiot.

The voices were louder and louder, and no one questioned it, but Chong Li finally expressed his opinion: "I wish to worship Mingjin as the emperor!"