Chapter 51: Underworld Netherworld (Please Recommend and Collect)

"This is where?"

In the depths of a group of mountains, on a stone platform hanging high on the side of the mountain top, Zong Shou looked around, his thoughts were full of confusion and astonishment.

Then the next moment, his eyes were attracted by a figure in front of him, who was looking at the morning glow in the distance.

Dressed in commoner clothes, plain white and clean. Although his back was not very wide, his momentum was extremely majestic, and his aura was even more unpredictable.

However, for some reason, when Zong Shou looked over, he always felt that this person's figure was a bit desolate and desolate.

"Shou'er, do you miss your mother?"

"Of course I want to! But father, didn't you say that mother is no longer in the cloud world and can't come back?"

"It's true that it's not in the cloud world, but it's not that I can't come back!"

The figure smiled wryly, but did not turn around: "I used to think that your mother was dead, but recently I always think of her. Maybe I should work hard and bring her back. My guardian can't always be without her." Mother."

"Really? Father, you didn't lie to me? Where is mother, Shou'er wants to see mother now."

Zong Shou became more and more baffled. He obviously didn't want to speak, but the voice couldn't be controlled. And it was extremely immature, like the accent of a six-year-old child. Especially when the word "Nianqin" was spoken, there was a sense of eager anticipation in my chest.

Frowning for a moment, he finally came to his senses. This should be a fragment of Zong Shou's thirteen years of memory.

The figure in front was laughing and turned around at this moment, his handsome face was full of arrogance, and his eyes were extremely sharp.

"You can follow me to see your mother, but you can't be short of your abilities. Twenty years, only twenty years, let's go and see, what is going on with the Lu family, which claims to dominate the eight hundred small thousand worlds?" the tyranny of—”

Zong Shou's eyes narrowed slightly. Isn't this figure the blood mad demon saint he is familiar with, the nine-tailed celestial fox?

Before he had time to think about it, the pictures in front of him were all shattered. Zong Shou's consciousness flowed along the long river of memory. Not long after, he came to a memory screen again.

This time it was replaced by a wide school field, with many stone locks and a large number of swords and halberds placed beside it.

His chest and abdomen were just breathing heavily. The body also seems to be undergoing intense exercise and is extremely tired.

Inside the chest, there was a suffocated breath, filled with endless unwillingness. Hate the world for being so unfair, hate my own body for being so useless.

It was still the middle-aged man, but at this moment, his eyes were completely devoid of vigor, instead full of heartache and guilt.

"Okay Shou'er, your chakras have not been opened because you have the dual veins of human and demon. It is not your fault that you can't practice martial arts. It is useless to torture yourself. If you can't walk the way of martial arts, you can still practice soul Strength? In a few days, father will send you to Linhai Academy—"

The memory was shattered again, and when Zong Shou saw a scene that was gradually flattened out from countless picture fragments, he was in a narrow corridor.

Zong Shou walked inside, only listening to the sides, countless small voices came into his ears.

"Is this person the trash from Class B? After three years, he still can't open up the sea of ​​souls?"

"It's him, it is said that this person is still the heir of Qiantian Mountain, His Royal Highness the future Demon King—"

"Cut! The Yaozu have always respected the strong. How could those people in Qiantian Mountain obey him? Aren't they already dead?"

"It's ridiculous, since you have no talent, you should leave by yourself! It's useless to occupy a quota, a spiritual place!"

Different from before, at this moment Zong kept his chest inside. That unwillingness became more and more intense, and the meaning of resentment surged even more. In addition to these, there is even a trace of despair, filling the bottom of my heart.

Then not only Zong Shou's memories of the past thirteen years, but also the injustices and sufferings he encountered in his previous life were also revealed one by one.

The grief of losing his father when he was young, he took care of his sick mother alone when he was young. In addition to working, he was admitted to the highest university in Donglin Yunjie by virtue of his unremitting hard study every day. However, he was robbed of his quota with his power, and in the end he couldn't even complete his studies. My mother was sad and passed away, and I was alone.

Afterwards, he worked hard and gradually showed his talent in the market, but was pushed out by others with envy. It can only be reduced to working in the library to make ends meet.

Zong Shou looked at it with a smile, as if it had nothing to do with him. Then with a wave of his hand, all the phantoms in front of him disappeared.

He opened his eyes again, only to hear that Xiao sound was still going on, still twirling. As for Zhao Yanran herself, it seemed that her mind was completely immersed in it, and her expression was extremely focused.

Zong Shou couldn't help laughing, and lazily leaned his back back. He was actually extremely comfortable, reclining under the eaves of the car.

Then, when Xiao Sheng changed his rhythm again, he tapped lightly beside him with the Songwen Wind Sword and its scabbard in his hand.

The sound was not loud, but the sound of metal and wood clashing made Xiao Yin suddenly stagnate.

The sad mood also disappeared immediately.

Zhao Yanran couldn't help looking over with a surprised expression. Seeing that Zong Shou was still awake, he smiled. Instinctively, there was a burst of shock.

Frowning, Zhao Yanran was about to change her tone, and waves of mental superpowers spread in the direction of the cloud-turning car. But Zong Shou, holding the sword, struck again. This blow was extremely abrupt and just right, it made her flute sound suddenly confused. The only remaining meanings are also gone.

And Yin Yang and Chuxue, who were immersed in memories, gradually regained their sobriety at this time. Seeing the situation in front of him, he was puzzled for a while. However, in just a moment, each of them was dripping with cold sweat, with palpitations in their eyes.

Zhao Yanran's eyes also contained a slight glint of ice. Once can be said to be a coincidence, but twice in a row, but it can't be explained by accident.

The person in front of him really has the method to decipher his own ghost song.

Before he had time to think about how to respond, the third knock sounded again.

This third time, not only did she feel that her flute sound was chaotic, but even the internal breath in her body seemed a little unstable. There is also a puff of qi, which is blocked in the chest and cannot be vented.

Zhao Yanran's eyes flickered, and she paused for a moment, but still played out the following notes.

Then I saw Zong Shou on the opposite side, the corners of his lips twitched charmingly again, and for the fourth time, he struck the wooden board with his sword.

It made her flute sound not only unsustainable anymore. The blood halo on the coat on the left side of the chest expanded a full circle at this moment.

That peach-like face seemed to be a little pale at the moment.

It's just that when the coldness in those eyes receded, there was still no trace of annoyance, but the fanaticism was even more intense.

The boy in front of him, who is not yet mature, can surprise her so much!

"Zong Shou, you are really only thirteen years old? Have you ever learned the melody before? Even my junior sisters have always been helpless in this ghostly song of mine. If you can break free from my song, It is already extraordinary. If you can break my song again, you will not be an ordinary warrior. If you can do it, how can a rough jade like you give up now? How about this, if you agree. Except for those ten In addition to the lotus seeds of Erhuan Huohuolian, they can also give you three embryo-refining pills. If you don't agree, I can't force it—"

Zong Shou secretly sighed, and rubbed his brows bitterly. It seems that this crazy woman really has her eye on her.

He was racking his brains, thinking of how to find a way to get rid of this woman. Suddenly, he felt a huge shadow looming over him.

When he raised his head to look up into the sky again, he saw a dragon shadow looming among the clouds, winding towards the sky at an altitude of three hundred feet.

Zong Shou couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and waited for a full ten days. This one has finally arrived.