Vulcan, you got it

He was clearly in the red flames, but he couldn't feel the slightest feeling of being burned.The rich fiery red surrounds the surroundings like air, without repulsion or resistance, and there is even a subtle sense of enjoyment in my heart.

It seems that this should be the case, the temperature between the sky and the earth should be this kind, scorching hot enough to burn the soul.

It was incredible that everything went smoothly, until seeing the Kunlun Mirror, Ming Jin was in a daze.

The artifact representing the flame turned out to be a mirror, with a jasper-colored mirror body, entwined with simple and unknown runes, but the mirror surface was pitch black.At first glance, it seems to have magic power, and it rotates deeply, attracting people's attention.

Ming Jin stretched out his hand and touched it lightly, the touch was slightly cool, warm and smooth.He hesitated, and finally held on tight.

In an instant, the raging flames lingering around suddenly burned more and more intensely. After the explosion, the fiery red began to gather rapidly, and all the light rushed towards Ming Jin, and finally gathered in the Kunlun mirror.

The pitch-black mirror, like a bottomless pit, absorbed all the red flames in it, and the rotating brilliance was extremely beautiful...

This fiery sacrifice is not over until all the flames are gone.

However, the Kunlun Mirror in his hand had already changed its appearance, the jasper color became clearer and clearer, with faint red lines flowing in it.The crimson suppressed by the green actually has a glamorous posture.And the pitch-black mirror also lit up, although it still couldn't show the face, but the swirling and flowing luster was already bright and extraordinary.

If the Kunlun Mirror before was a bit gloomy and lonely, then it is full of aura now, and its divine power is undercurrent, clamoring and venting frantically.

Ming Jin held it in his hand, and could clearly feel the power that was about to break free.

There is no need to think at all, with a wave of his hand, a huge amount of divine power poured out, like a wild horse that has run wild, crashing and tearing at no purpose...

Wanton venting, this kind of comfort from the inside made Ming Jin feel unprecedented enjoyment...

Why is there an inexplicable sense of familiarity...

It seems that I have felt this way before, there is no restraint, no need to think, only know...kill...kill...

The moment she saw Ming Jin pick up the Kunlun Mirror, Yu Qing left quickly.

He has seen how tyrannical the power of Vulcan is. Last time when Ming Jin was out of control, Chong Li managed to suppress it with thousands of human sacrifices.The fusion with the Kunlun Mirror this time will inevitably erupt with stronger destructive power, and his noumenal water will only hinder Mingjin here.

But even though he was prepared, just in case, he left a little late, was injured by the aftermath, and a huge wound was torn on his leg.

Holding back the pain, Yuqing could only try to fly far away.

It wasn't until he got out of the danger zone that he found a place where no one was around, leaned his back against the wall, and sat down slowly.

That's enough, according to Mingjin's character, he will definitely choose to see the cause of the Emperor's death, such a sworn enmity will make Mingjin sober!

The wound on the leg was bleeding continuously, and it meandered down, dyeing the white clouds red and bright.

"Did you get what you wanted?" A slightly lazy rhetorical voice sounded from the upper right.

Yuqing's body froze, she covered the wound with one hand, and supported the ground with the other hand, trying to relax her body, before she looked up.

With silver hair hanging down his waist and phoenix eyes protruding up, it was his father, Emperor Guangde Ren Hai.

"Father... Yuqing doesn't understand what you mean." The tone was respectful and gentle.

"Don't understand?" Ren Hai stood on the cloud and looked down at him: "If I tell Tianzun what you have done, tell me, what will happen to you?"

"You won't." Yuqing lowered her eyes, her voice was calm, only the knuckles of her fingers were turning white.

Ren Hai laughed lightly, as if he had heard something very interesting, he descended from the clouds, and said in a low voice: "I really won't, no matter what, you are my son, if you commit such a thing, you will be kind to me if you say it." There is no benefit. However, it seems that it is even less beneficial to me to help you hide it. "

Yuqing remained silent, as Ren Hai, he knew very well that he would never do anything that was not beneficial.He was the one who brought himself to Chong Li at the beginning, but if the things he did now were exposed, Ren Hai would not be able to run away.He firmly believed that Ren Hai would never slap himself.

After a stalemate for a long time, Ren Hai glanced at his bleeding wound, and finally said: "I have raised a good son, and I really know my father's mind clearly."

Yuqing lowered her head, knowing that Ren Hai was going to let it go, so she whispered, "Thank you, father."

"No need." Ren Hai looked away, looked at the place where the flames were soaring into the sky, and suddenly said: "His thoughts are not with you at all, is it worth it for you?"

Yuqing also followed his gaze, her face was indifferent, but her tone was unexpectedly firm: "It doesn't matter where his mind is, because I will do my best...to get him back to me!"

"Hmph..." Ren Hai sneered, took one last deep look at him, turned around and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Everything returned to calm, Ming Jin held the Kunlun Mirror tightly, with endless thoughts in his heart.

Just open your mouth and ask, and you will know the cause of your father's death.

However, he was unable to speak, and the hand holding the handle of the mirror began to tremble uncontrollably. It seemed that a giant hand was tightly clutching his throat, and he could not make a sound.

Getting closer and closer to the truth, but more and more afraid of knowing, until the whole body began to tremble.

The face of my father lingered in my mind... No!Don't be timid!Must know!No matter who that person is, he must take revenge!

Trembling and uttering the familiar terms, the mirror began to rotate, and the picture slowly turned white, as if the clouds and mists were lifted to see the sky again, the scene inside was real and clear... At the same time, it was heart-wrenching.

In the Nine Heavens, the Emperor of Heaven slowly fell to the ground, and the man standing in front of him was dressed in a purple robe and long gown, with black hair like mist. He only needed a silhouette, and the name was ready to be pronounced.

As if to completely crush Ming Jin's last fantasy, the man slowly turned his head, his deep purple eyes, his exquisite face were indifferent...

"Bang!" The Kunlun Mirror fell to the ground, and Ming Jin's strength seemed to be sucked away, and he fell limp to the ground.

It really was him, it really was Zhong... Li.

Therefore, everything is a deception, from the beginning to the end, there is no truth at all.

How ridiculous, he thought he had caught the last piece of driftwood, that he could be redeemed, but it turned out that it was just the last gavel that drove him into darkness.

Fang Tianhai's first meeting, his obsession, all the words of that person... At this moment, they all became sharp knives, stabbing them fiercely, reaching the deepest part of his heart with precision.It hurts!Really hurts……

How happy I was at the beginning, and how resentful I am now.

How beautiful the memory is, how ridiculous it is now, I really can't imagine... What kind of mentality does he have when dealing with those words and that kind of thing.Smile and laugh at the same time?

What a complete fool I am!

"Father...Father...my son...I'm sorry! My son...was wrong..." Ming Jin looked up at the sky and murmured softly, regretting the Heavenly Emperor who would never respond to him.

All the tears flowed back and flowed into the bottom of my heart, it was already cold.

In the end, remorse, resentment, unwillingness, shame...all turned into bone-biting hatred!

To Zhongli!From then on, there is only hatred to the bone!

Back at Jiuli Palace, Ming Jin's face was already calm.

When he met Gong'e Xiantong, he could still smile, as usual, it seemed that he just went for a walk, nothing happened, nothing changed.

It was getting late, and Chong Li hadn't come back yet.

He silently walked into the bedroom and ordered Gong'e to retreat.

Like many days before, lying on the bed, quietly waiting for that person to come back.

It's ridiculous, just yesterday, he was still thinking about and wanted to tell Chong Li what he thought.Thinking of helping him share things, thinking of expressing his doubts, he thought You Tian was not dead... Heh... What is You Tian?Puppet, scapegoat?

He can't think that much, and he's never been good at thinking, that's why... he's being played like a fool, right?

It doesn't matter, whatever is fine, there is only one purpose now.

Just wait for him to come back as usual, and then end it completely. This is the simplest and most effective way he can think of.

But, it's really hard. Lying on this bed now is like sleeping on a patch of thorns, full of barbs, piercing into the body... Thinking about what I did on this bed, I can't help but want to vomit!

How disgusting, myself... so disgusting!

Time seemed to stand still, Ming Jin's eyes were wide open, almost forgetting to blink.All thoughts are concentrated on the temple gate.Desperately waiting for the moment it opens.

Then, as he wished, the door of the palace opened, and the sound of footsteps was deliberately light.A little closer to the familiar atmosphere.

At the last moment, Ming Jin finally remembered to close her eyes.

"Xiao Jin?" An elegant and pleasant voice at all times. "Are you pretending to sleep again?"

Yeah... pretending to be asleep again.He has played around many times without getting tired, but this is the last time.

"Back?" Ming Jin opened his eyes and looked up.

Even in the dark, this appearance is exquisite and dazzles the eyes. Ming Jin stared at it blankly, but slowly the face in front of him almost overlapped with the one in the Kunlun mirror, his emotions could not be suppressed, and he quickly looked away.

Chong Li seemed to have noticed his strangeness, he paused with his hand to untie his belt, and asked hesitantly: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

"No...it's okay. It's just that I'm a little cold alone."

Chong Li smiled slightly, eyes full of doting, and whispered: "Xiao Jin...are you inviting me?"

"Hmm..." The extremely soft voice sounded like a whisper when emotional.

Chong Li was a little surprised, but he didn't think too much, he only quickened his movements, and after taking off his robe, he bent down and looked at Ming Jin carefully.

"So quiet today? Are you not angry with me?"

"Not angry."

"I'm a little busy these days, but it will be fine soon. In a few days, I will take you to meet someone."

"Oh." Ming Jin was still absent-minded, Chong Li's words were heard in his ears, but not in his heart.

There is only one thought in his mind, that is, now, if he makes a move, he can avenge his father...