The Demon Wolf Clan is as famous as the Yaksha Clan among the Hundred Clans’ royal cities and is one of the most powerful tribes.

The Holy Land of the Demon Wolf Clan is also called "Seven Peaks and Continuous Mountains". Among the mountains, the sea of ​​clouds transformed by the demonic energy is black and dense, with lightning flowing inside, and the thunder is low and far and near.

There are two figures standing on the top of the first peak.

Qi Tian, ​​who was standing in front, opened the black hood above his head, revealing a face in his thirties, with a beard, full of energy and his eyes were like lightning.

That face, including his figure, and the aura on his body, were changing rapidly.

In a moment, it became another appearance.

When Zhang Ruochen saw the middle-aged man in front of him who was already so familiar that he could not be more familiar, he could no longer restrain his emotions. The emotions, questions and confusions that had been around for many years rushed from his heart to his head, and turned into two warm currents that surged out of his eyes.

"So... you have been in the Temple of Destiny for so many years. I thought you had already died long ago, had been killed by Qingdi and the others, or had gone to the Western Buddhist world to become a monk. How can you, how can you, and still live well?" Zhang Ruochen gritted his teeth and said almost questioning.

The other appearance of Qi Tian is the Ming Emperor who was missing eight hundred years ago.

Zhang Ling.

Emperor Ming's eyes were profound and focused, staring at the ocean of demonic energy under his feet and said, "I know you have hatred and resentment in your heart, but no matter how hard or tired a man is, he should not cry. Your personality is more like your mother after all."

Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly and said to himself, "How can you not cry when you are in the depth of love? Moreover, you are wrong. I am not hating or resentment. I just want to know why?"

At the top of the peak, the wind is cold.

Emperor Ming did not answer him immediately, and was silent for a long time, saying, "I'm sorry."

Zhang Ruochen straightened his back and said, "I'm sorry, you shouldn't tell me this, but you should say to your mother, to the ministers and people who are loyal to you, die because of you, and have been exiled to the world."

"You are wrong! This sentence of sorry does not mean that I think what I do is wrong. I just feel guilty in my heart. What I feel guilty is that I am not strong enough. If I am strong enough, I don't have to do so many helpless things. With strength, I can protect our home, our country, our civilization and the world."

Emperor Ming turned around and finally faced Zhang Ruochen and said, "I know, you already know a lot. You also know that your doubts are in your heart and your dissatisfaction with me, the father."

Zhang Ruochen stood aside and listened quietly.

"Your personality is indeed more like your mother. She seems to be ruthless in her work, but in fact, she has a very small structure and values ​​her family and relatives more than anything else. But I am different. I was the prince of the Central Empire of the Holy Ming Dynasty since I was a child, and later became the emperor of a country. The ideas that were instilled since childhood are responsibility, responsibility, or responsibility."

Emperor Ming smiled like a self-deprecatingly and said, "Where does the country come from without a world? Where does the home come from without a country?"

"If you were not born in the imperial family, you naturally would not have to bear these responsibilities. In his position but not taking responsibility is a shame for the world and not worthy of living in the world."

"If you are just a mediocre person, of course you don't have to do anything. For a world, for a country, for a civilization, mediocre people only need to reproduce, while those with extraordinary talents must shoulder responsibility, write history, create the future, or save the people of the world from water and fire."

I don’t know if these words were his words to himself or deliberately saying to Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen did learn about what happened eight hundred years ago from Murong Fengye, Mingjiang King, Kong Lanyou, Chi Yao, Haitang Grandma and others.

Sometimes, he could actually understand the difficulties of Emperor Ming and understand the great principles that had to be admitted. After all, he grew up with Emperor Ming and still knew this father quite well.

But why didn’t he tell him everything eight hundred years ago?

Zhang Ruochen said: "After so many years, we will talk about these things when we get together again? I am no longer a child. I understand all the principles I should understand."

"I know you have grown up and have a strong enough heart that can bear the responsibilities you should shoulder, so I came to see you." Emperor Ming said.

Zhang Ruochen asked, "Eight hundred years ago, Chi Yao killed me, do you know?"

Emperor Ming stared at his eyes and nodded.

"Why?"

Emperor Ming carried his hands behind his back, walked towards the edge of the cliff, and looked up at the sky.

Zhang Ruochen pressed forward and said, "Why? Why did she kill me? Why didn't you tell me the truth? If I knew the truth, for the sake of the Zhang family, for the sage, or for the Kunlun Realm, you should understand that I can give everything, even my own life. Is it the persecution of those awakened people in the Kunlun Realm? They asked Chi Yao to kill me?"

Emperor Ming shook his head gently and said, "One day, you will understand. Our generation is working hard for life and for more people to live. Chen'er, after so many years, we will talk about these things. Are there no other words between us?"

Zhang Ruochen knew Emperor Ming too well, and it was precisely because of this that it was difficult to hate him.

Because I understand that my father would never do anything to hurt him, maybe he has different ideas, maybe he has concealed something from him, but the ultimate goal is by no means bad.

Emperor Ming and Zhang Ruochen sat on the edge of the cliff, blowing the cold wind.

The father is neither old nor his son is no longer young. He is already a real man in the world with a straight backbone.

"Do you still remember that when you were seven years old, you were beaten hard by me?" Emperor Ming suddenly smiled, as if he was recalling something.

Zhang Ruochen smiled and shook his head, saying, "That was probably the most shameful time in my life. My butt was about to be opened and my pants were swollen. But I actually forgot why you hit me."

"Because, you said you don't want to call the name Zhang Ruochen." Emperor Ming said.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, you said, Ruochen, Ruochen, you just want me to be a person like Xue Hongchen, but I am myself, and I must change my name." Emperor Ming said.

Emperor Ming often mentioned the saying "I should have a child like snow and red dust" so Zhang Ruochen's name was given.

Zhang Ruochen said curiously: "I am still curious until now. I am the prince of the Central Empire of the Holy Ming Dynasty. Is it really good to name me like this? The Sword Emperor is excellent, but you are also an emperor of the generation. You don't appreciate him so much, or even admire him a little, right?"

Zhang Ruochen was not afraid of being spanked again, and he couldn't help but speak hard.

Emperor Ming's eyes were filled with a deep emotion, and he sighed: "What I admire and admire is not just his talent. Do you know that he is the first in Kunlun world to give up everything he has and sneak into the hell world without hesitation. In order to help Kunlun world find a glimmer of life, he embarked on a dark road that is likely to die without a burial."

"From now on, there will be no sword emperor in Kunlun, leaving only thousands of beautiful women in dismay."

"But, do you know that Xue Hongchen is the most romantic and passionate man. He doesn't think of a woman who is sad and crying, and he is also reluctant to let go of Hua Tuancuncu and Yingying Yanyan. If he heard that a woman was wronged, even if he didn't know this woman at all, he would rush to her with a sword and uphold justice for her."

"I thought that with his personality, age and talent, he would not agree to give up everything he already has, hurt thousands of beauty, go to the Hell Realm, and be a living dead person. However, he agreed without hesitation and was the first to leave Kunlun Realm."

"At that time, I said that if I had a child, Ruxue Hongchen. I gave you Ruchen's name because his back when he left shocked me."

Zhang Ruochen said: "How many monks in Kunlun lurk in the hell world? They are all for the rescue of the Lord of the Death God Island?"

"The Ten Clans of Heaven and Hell regard Kunlun Realm as treasure houses, and intends to seize them, and even want to destroy the race. Wolves come to eat. All living beings in Kunlun Realm are like two-legged sheep. Those weak realms are easier to survive than us. The island master can block the Yellow Springs and Galaxy for 100,000 years with formations. Only by saving him can the Kunlun Realm have hope."

Emperor Ming stood up and said, "Chen'er... No, Zhang Ruochen, promise me that no matter what the result is this time, I must take good care of your mother and tell her that I never regret knowing her. If you want to rebuild the sage, do it. You have grown up and are already a great sage, and you should have your own way and path."

Emperor Ming slapped Zhang Ruochen on the shoulder, then jumped into the sea of ​​clouds with a rolling demonic energy.

Zhang Ruochen felt the mystery of 30% of the fate and returned to his body. He looked stunned. He realized that the words of his father just now meant to explain his last words. He shouted loudly and jumped into the dark sea of ​​clouds.

Unfortunately, Emperor Ming had disappeared without a trace, and no matter how Zhang Ruochen shouted, there was no response.

The mystery of fate returned to the body, which means that the empress has created the heavenly order of fate.

The plan to rescue the Lord of the Holy God Island has officially started!

Emperor Ming came to see him at this time, obviously because he had made the worst plan for this rescue plan, so he came to see Zhang Ruochen for the last time.

Understanding this, Zhang Ruochen rushed out of the Holy Land of the Demon Wolf Clan. Even if he couldn't catch up with Emperor Ming, he would still return to the Destiny Mountain as soon as possible.

Such a big deal to rescue the Lord of the God of Death will surely shock the earth and the demise of the gods is normal.

Could it be that after a brief reunion, we will be farewell forever?

Before leaving the Qifenglian Mountains, Zhang Ruochen was blocked by a single person.

"Ale!"

Ale was wearing a cloth dress, still holding his iron sword, and said in a rather stiff voice: "He has left the royal city of hundreds of clans. He is a god, you can't catch up. Besides, it's useless to chase after him."

Zhang Ruochen said: "Do you know who he is?"

"Your father." Ale said.

Zhang Ruochen said, "He asked you to stop me?"

Ale thought for a while, took a step back to the left, and walked out from behind an old monk with a shriveled body, wearing wolf skin, and a tail hanging from the ground between his legs.

"If you really want to help them, you don't have to go to the Mount of Destiny. There are many things to do right now." The old man said in a hoarse voice.

Zhang Ruochen used his mental power to investigate and found that there was no fluctuation in his power on the other party. He was shocked and realized that the other party was probably a god.

It should be one of the three gods who stayed behind the royal city of hundreds of clans.

"He is the grandson of the wolf ancestor and a god." Ale said.

The old man laughed dryly and said, "It's just a dying god."

Zhang Ruochen suppressed his chaotic mood, bowed and bowed, and said, "Greetings to the God of Handa."

The Wolf Ancestor surrendered to the Temple of Destiny, the Wrathful God Lord became a mount, so he found a place to live on the edge of the hell territory for the Demon Wolf clan.

Without the background of the God of Angry God, how could the Demon Wolf Clan develop to such a powerful level within 100,000 years?

Zhang Ruochen has heard of the name of Handa, the grandson of the Wolf Ancestor.

The grandson of the wolf ancestor said: "The rescue of the Lord of the Fallen God Island is not about going to the many monks of the Destiny Mountain. After all, most of the gods of the Destiny Mountain have gone to the Yuhuang Realm."

"What we need to do is to bring the remaining gods of the Destiny Mountain to the royal city of the Hundred Clans as much as possible, so that the Destiny Mountain will become more empty."

"Why are you leading to the Hundred Clans Royal City?" Zhang Ruochen calmed down completely.

The grandson of the Wolf Ancestor said: "Because the Hundred Clans Royal City is located on the edge of the Hell Realm, the gods in the Heavenly Court can quietly come to the nearby star field. Only when the gods in the Heavenly Court take action can they restrain the gods in the Temple of Destiny."

"There are actually many big worlds in the Heavenly Court. I don't want the Lord of the God of Death to escape. Therefore, it is definitely impossible to ask them to help directly. I can only use shocking interests to attract them."

Zhang Ruochen was not stupid. He instantly heard something and said, "Wouldn't it be better if he added a Yaksha clan?"

The grandson of the wolf ancestor smiled and said, "You are very smart and have already thought of this. That's right, the light of the origin of the Yasha tribe's holy land is indeed created by us. The Yasha tribe is the largest clan among the royal city of the hundreds of clans, with a very deep foundation. If you involve them, you will definitely let the divine mud feet of the Heavenly Court and the Temple of Destiny fall into deep."

"It's a pity that the Origin Temple is not in the Yasha Holy Land. The gods in the Heavenly Court and Hell may not be fooled."

Then, Zhang Ruochen asked, "How long does the Empress and the others plan to act?"

"It shouldn't be that fast. Only when the light of the origin bursts out again and draws out the gods of the Destiny Mountain will you take action." The grandson of the wolf ancestor said.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "All the gods are very smart, and the Yaksha tribe is not stupid. The light of the origin can only attract them for a while. Without the real Origin Temple, they will soon realize that they are trapped and quickly return to the Mount of Destiny. At that time, the way the Empress and the others retreat will be blocked. Not only will the Lord of the Immortal Gods be unable to save them, they will all have to take them in."

"This book cannot have a complete plan, and there are huge risks. It is already a chance to attract the gods of the Destiny Mountain to a short time, even if the opportunity is slim." The grandson of the wolf ancestor sighed.

Zhang Ruochen said: "What if the true Origin Temple is born?"

"What did you say?" The grandson of the wolf ancestor's eyes surged.

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Chapter completed!