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Ao Dingbo was stunned: "Brother, did you hear everything?"

Seeing his younger brother's stupid and stupid look, Ao Zhan sneered mercilessly: "That's natural."

Before he finished speaking, the man simply snapped his fingers, transforming the flat section of the spirit stone underneath into the shape of a deck chair.He half closed his clothes, leaned lazily on the back of the chair and said casually, "Tell me, how many things did you hide from your elder brother?"

At this time, Ao Zhan's black hair was disheveled, and the dragon's horns on his forehead glistened under the bright lamp. His body's scales were smooth and smooth, and he was frantically extracting spiritual power from the spiritual stones underneath, devouring them like gluttonous gluttons.

The man's eyes were half closed, revealing dark green vertical pupils shining darkly underneath. He looked lazy, but his aura was [-]% dangerous and terrifying, and the cold air was overflowing.

Ao Dingbo swallowed subconsciously, the memory of being beaten by Qinglong on the seabed when he was a child seemed to be still vivid in his memory, his whole body trembled, and he took half a step back involuntarily.

Ao Zhan crossed his arms and looked at Ao Dingbo with a half-smile.

300 years ago, he narrowly escaped from the nine heavenly thunder disasters, but when he was dying, he found himself crawling on the seashore, turning into his original shape, dying.

Since then, he has lost all his memories of Jie Lei.

Heaven, earth, and Taoism were furious, and blamed him for being unruly in nature.Once he got mad, made waves for no reason, went mad and slaughtered innocent people in 81 counties of Nine Cities, then cut off [-]% of his mana, and sealed him in Ye City so that he could not take half a step.

The law of heaven is merciless, Ao Zhan doesn't even remember when he cast those so-called "crime charges", dragged a broken body in the chaos, was beaten into the back mountain of Ye City by the heavenly soldiers and generals, and branded a sealing spell on the keel.

So far, Ao Zhan still doesn't know why he suddenly started killing before the thunderstorm.

I thought that Ao Dingbo was far away in the South China Sea, and he hadn't mentioned it for a hundred years, so he probably didn't know about it.

Unexpectedly, apart from Zhang Qinglan who always liked to talk nonsense, his younger brother actually knew a thing or two, but it was hidden from him too deeply and for too long.

Ao Zhan supported the lower spirit face with one hand, tapped the deep emerald green stone surface with his fingertips, his eyes fell on Ao Dingbo coolly like ice and snow, and did not move for a long time.

Ao Dingbo pursed his lips, looking embarrassed, but after a while, he let out an "Aww" and rushed towards his eldest brother.

The whole person jumped in front of Ao Zhan, half-kneeled and sat next to the hanging spirit stone, with his paws on the edge, blinked a few times, smiled flatteringly and flatteringly: "Actually, I don't know much, little brother."

"Those... are not good things. It's useless to say. I originally thought that if the elder brother couldn't remember it, it would be fine, so as not to increase troubles." Ao Dingbo chattered endlessly, but let go of his hand while talking, rather depressed. Facing the spirit stone, it slid down like a puddle of mud.

Ao Zhan glanced down at the hair on the top of Ao Dingbo's head, squinted his eyes and thought for a moment: "It's okay, you say it."

Ao Dingbo was still young and lively after all, he turned his head back cautiously, there was a lot of testing in his eyes: "... Then did I really say it?"

Ao Zhan remained silent, stretched out his hand with a cold face, and tapped his brother on the back of the head: "Say."

"Hmm," Chilong grumbled for a while, pretending to be in pain, and then hesitated to say: "300 years ago, brother, you encountered a bottleneck in your cultivation, and you couldn't break through for a long time."

"When I was looking for a way to break through the bottleneck, I was enlightened by the Guanyin Bodhisattva of the South China Sea, and I threw myself into the womb, sealed the memory and mana and practiced in the world." Ao Dingbo turned around while talking, bent one knee, and clasped his right elbow On his knees, he pinched the corner of his clothes and kept rubbing them, looking anxious.

Ao Zhan's eyes moved slightly, and his fingertips were still tapping the stone surface casually: "Continue."

Ao Dingbo sighed a little, and added: "So according to what Guanyin said, you were reincarnated into a human race without father and mother, and you sealed yourself, and took back all the supernatural powers. The process of practicing in the world It is no different from ordinary people.”

"At that time, the human race was chaotic, and each tribe formed its own country. There were many wars and battles between small countries, and they annexed each other to strengthen their own strength."

"After I heard that you, brother, have joined the mortal womb, you have quietly gone to visit several times." Speaking of this, Ao Dingbo's face showed a bit of annoyance: "It's just that you are practicing in the world and no one else can interfere... say It’s a visit, but actually it’s just a few sneak peeks in a hidden place.”

"Twenty years later, my eldest brother has become a general of a certain tribe. Unfortunately, that tribe is weak. Once attacked by a powerful country, the tribe was unable to resist very quickly, and many soldiers became prisoners of the enemy country."

Ao Zhan was listening patiently at first, but when Ao Dingbo said this, his heart tightened, and various scenes from the previous dream appeared in his mind for no reason.

Blizzard, tattoos, the majestic city and the desolate jungle outside the city... Ao Zhan frowned, but didn't say much, signaling Ao Dingbo to continue.

Ao Dingbo saw the man's increasingly stern face, and shrank back a little distance.

"Actually, I don't know too much. Guanyin of the South China Sea is very small-minded. He is afraid that I will take action to change my destiny at will, so I won't let me look at it... every time I stay for a long time, it will rain thunder." The young man picked it up Knees, I frowned, I don't know what to mutter in a low voice.

I don't know how long it took, as if he had finally made some important decision, Ao Dingbo took a deep breath, raised his eyelids halfway, and said cautiously: "However, since then, one of the human race has been intimate with you Very much."

Ao Dingbo couldn't tell how much his elder brother remembered, and what kind of attitude he had towards Zhang Qinglan, so he spoke very cryptically because he was afraid of bringing up something that would make the other party unhappy.

At the same time, he remembered the cold and indifferent face of the other party, but his expression suddenly showed half anger and half disgust.

Ao Zhan didn't mind much, he almost blurted out: "...Zhang Qinglan?"

"Ah," Ao Dingbo responded indiscriminately, and looked at the expression on his elder brother's face, which was indeed flat, and he didn't seem to be angry, so he muttered softly: "Eldest brother, he is not a good person at all."

Ao Zhan froze: "..."

"Shortly after, a great country was born out of nowhere, and the leader in it was a genius. He quickly annexed many small countries, unified the entire human race, and became king himself." Ao Dingbo paused, and continued: "It's just that the good times didn't last long. Natural and man-made disasters followed one after another. Floods and plagues killed many people."

"At this time, there were rumors that the emperor was the incarnation of the gods, and the purpose of unifying the four directions was to convert the common people. Those recovered tribes had resentment in their hearts and refused to obey the discipline. They were against the gods and angered the gods."

"The emperor ordered that each of the original small tribes must use living people to sacrifice to the sea, so as to eliminate disasters and cure disasters."

The palace suddenly became very quiet, Ao Zhan sat up, looked at Ao Dingbo silently with lowered eyes.

Ao Dingbo's left hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist, his eyes were covered with a layer of haze: "I don't know the more specific things."

"I only know that my elder brother was killed by a traitor in the end, and he was chosen as a 'sacrifice' for a 'living sacrifice'. Those human races were ruthless, and their methods were vicious and cruel... They threw people into the deep sea and drowned them alive, but they still had to be high-sounding, saying yes Atonement."

Ao Zhan frowned imperceptibly: "What does this have to do with him?"

"Jinyang is one of the hundred and ten tribes that have been annexed," Ao Dingbo said with his long fiery red hair and fireworks floating in the sea, gritted his teeth angrily, "Zhang Qinglan is the son of the patriarch of Jinyang. The candidate...is decided by him!"

*****

Turning around and closing the gate of the palace, Ao Dingbo stepped across the threshold in a lifeless manner, and soon set up several more layers of barriers around the periphery of the treasure hall.

There is no need for day and night in the deep sea, and countless gemstones emit soft fluorescence non-stop, setting off the underwater Dragon Palace like day on land, and there will never be dark night.

Ao Dingbo recalled the stern expression on his elder brother's face just now, but he didn't feel the slightest pleasure in telling the truth in one breath.

I just hate why that person still shows up after 300 years, making people remember these sad things for no reason... very frustrating.

Ao Dingbo closed his eyes forcefully, the tragic scene of that day still appeared in front of his eyes uncontrollably.

He remembered very clearly that at that time, the torrential rains made the human race who lived by farming the fields miserable, and the floods devoured everything, destroying villages and cities, and bringing plagues.

It rained heavily that day, and the sky was covered with dark clouds, and there was no light in the sky.

Countless human races wearing snow-white sacrificial robes were masked and stood in front of the cliff with torches lit. Their robes were lifted by the sea breeze, revealing the indifferent and pale faces underneath.

People knocked the "sacrifice" unconscious, bound it in a cage of thorns with mantras printed on it, and tied a hundred and ten catties of stones outside the cage.When the three pillars of incense were burned out, they stretched out their hands together and pushed the "sacrifice" off the cliff. The heavy stones dragged the cage and submerged it all the way to the deep sea.

... Killing the reincarnation of the real dragon with their own hands, what crime should these people be?

At the moment of drowning, Ao Zhan's primordial spirit was awakened, and all the spiritual power that had been sealed for decades burst out.

Perhaps it was too painful for the body to die, and within a moment of waking up, the Dragon King went mad, turned into his original form and soared into the sky, slaughtering all the human races in the 81 counties of Jiucheng.

For a moment, the sky and the earth were darkened, blood was bleeding, and corpses were everywhere.

It is precisely because of such monstrous karma that disturbed the heaven, earth and Taoism. In order to restrain the mad dragon and stop hurting people, he sent down a thousand thunders to beat Ao Zhan back to his human form.

Then take away his 20% power, purify his soul, and even deprive him of the memory of these [-] years.In the end, the real dragon was sealed for a hundred years to kill his hostility.

After that, he woke up in Ye City until today.

Ao Dingbo looked gloomy, he never wanted to recall the pain of that day when he could only watch thousands of calamities thunder fall, and hear his elder brother's shrill and long roar but was helpless... and he would never let that person have a chance again Multiply, half a step closer to the elder brother.