pain!

The pain from the inside out of the body is like the body being cut and the soul being torn apart. The pain is unbearable and painful.

Wentian's consciousness gradually awakened, and the first thing he felt was the unbearable severe pain, as if he had been tortured by heart-cutting and gallbladder-breaking, which made him unable to help but take a breath.

But then, he realized a serious problem. How could a person feel pain even after he died? Could it be that he was not dead yet? But it shouldn't be. He clearly remembered that he was hit by the Immortal Demon Sol, how could he not die?

Wentian was extremely surprised and hurriedly opened his eyes and suddenly realized that there was a large group of people around him, but most of them had a slightly sarcastic smile in their eyes, which made him puzzled.

"Wu Ming, how are you?" A slightly anxious voice came from his ear, and then an old man's face covered with wrinkles from years appeared in his vision.

This is an old man with gray hair. Although his face is full of urgency, the coldness and disdain hidden in his eyes are still captured by Wentian.

"Wu Ming, you have finally woken up. The family competition must be based on your ability. You are no longer the most talented you used to be, so don't just show off your power." The old man said something that seemed concerned, but in fact it was full of sarcasm.

Wentian was a little confused. What's going on? Am I on the top of the fairy world? Also, who is Wuming?

The situation in front of him confused him, but he was not the kind of person who was mocked by others, but he was also timid and did not dare to resist. His eyes glanced at the other party with a cold look. The strong martial arts will that had not completely dissipated in his eyes actually made the old man's face turn pale, and he sat on the ground regardless of his image.

The old man was frightened by Wuming's cold eyes. For a moment, he felt that Wuming in front of him seemed to have transformed into a prehistoric beast devoured for the purpose of selecting people. This made him feel cold in his heart and he couldn't help but wonder, could this kid's cultivation talent be back?

"Hehe, it's true that it's not as expected. Waste is just waste after all. Even if he was extremely talented back then, it was just an illusion that gave people!"

"It's really a shame to faint at the family competition. Fortunately, this is not a gift, otherwise, it would be embarrassing to grandma's house."

"Alas, the genius Wuming at the time finally became an unknown nameless man as he was named."

"It must have been a bad thing, which caused the anger of the immortal god!"

The sarcasm sounds coming from the surrounding area were like sharp sharp knives constantly shooting towards Wentian. At this time, even if he didn't know why, he knew that these people were talking about him.

But he was not sure about the situation but he couldn't speak. At this time, he needed to calm down, because his head was simply a mess, which was too messy!

Wentian struggled to get up, and his dark eyes swept through the peers around him who were mocking him one by one, like a fairy god sitting upright on the top of a cloud, overlooking the world, with an indescribable meaning in his eyes.

He slowly moved his steps and walked towards the periphery of the crowd. The severe pain from all over his body made him walk very slowly, but he straightened his back and still walked unswervingly, which made everyone around him subconsciously give way to him.

For some reason, people felt that the waste that fell from the altar of genius had changed, as if they had suddenly changed their souls, which made them feel a familiar sense of strangeness, so that even the sarcasm slowly stopped.

Wuming did not pay attention to the surprised expressions of the people around him, but instead found a place with a shade and sat down. His lonely figure was out of place with the surrounding world. He hugged his knees with his hands, his chin on his knees, and his eyes were staring at him with a blank look.

At this time, his thoughts had already fluttered, and his spirit was completely in a state of freedom.

This is the Immortal God Continent, the East Wasteland Land, and the Xianyang City of the Great Qin Empire. He is the adopted son Wuming, who is a great consecrated by the Shangguan family. He is only sixteen years old this year.

This is Wentian’s current identity!

At this point, he was still in a blank expression, and he felt as if he was overturning. He was really not dead, but the immortal spiritual consciousness entered the body of Wuming who had just died, and was still immortal!

It can be said that from the moment he awakened his consciousness, he became Wuming, because he knew all the memories of Wuming during his lifetime, as if Wuming's existence existed specifically for him.

However, all this was too bizarre, and it made him, who was in charge of reincarnation in his previous life, feel incredible.

"No name, no name, no surname, is still an orphan with no origin. However, this is not a good thing for me in this life, but this is really a dream!"

After a long time, Wentian finally accepted the fact that he was still alive. However, when he remembered everything he had encountered in the immortal world, the joy of surviving the disaster in his heart disappeared.

"Di Wuxin, time and space, God King Hall... Since God made me lucky to die, then you wait for me to return to the immortal god realm. In the last life, you killed my disciples and destroyed my Taoist throne. In this life, I will let you all come back!" Wentian clenched his fists with his hands and looked at the vast blue sky above his head with resentment. There was a boiling murderous intent in his eyes. There were 360 ​​lives in the Hall of Reincarnation. If I don't take revenge, how could they rest at ease!

"And Xin'er, I have to understand the reason for your betrayal. I want to see what kind of reason is that you betray the relationship between you and me for more than a thousand years!"

Thinking of the enemy in his previous life, Wentian couldn't help but think of the woman he loved the most but hurt him the most. Even now, he doesn't understand why Xin'er betrayed him. Is the relationship between them really worthless?

In his opinion, more than 1,200 years of life and death have become a joke at this time!

However, compared to betrayal, what he was most unacceptable was actually his innocent death of 360 lives in the Hall of Reincarnation. What was their fault? Is it just because of the martial arts source stone? He doesn't believe it!

At this time, Wentian was a little glad that he was still an orphan in this life, because he knew that he was destined to go through murder and blood in this life. As an orphan, he could take revenge without any worries, otherwise, if he had too much worries, he would have been more heavy.

However, Wentian knew in his heart that in his so-called gratitude, there were still many bitter feelings that were difficult for many people to understand.

Not to mention this life, or the previous life, when he was the Immortal Emperor of Reincarnation, he had never found out who his parents were. He was like a crack in a stone, otherwise there would be no such name as Wentian.

He guessed that the mystery of his life experience was probably related to what he had experienced in the immortal world, but he didn't know what the relationship was, and this was just his guess. What is the truth still to be examined and it is not necessarily true.

He hoped that his guess was not true, otherwise, the matter would be too big, so big that even he would feel heartbroken!
Chapter completed!