Zhe Tian: The Merciless Emperor

With a cold face, Xu Jin walked in the land of the God Clan, following the goddess Xin Wu, towards the depths of the God Clan.

In the distance, he saw a black-haired young man who looked exactly like Xu Changqing, and a girl who looked a little weak.

Not far away, a young-looking girl was playing chess with a middle-aged man.

"Father, we are here." Xin Wu came to Xin Tian respectfully, her flawless face full of seriousness.

Xintian is somewhat tall and tall. He is dressed in simple gray clothes. He has a resolute face and beards on both sides of his face. He looks very majestic.

He looked at Xu Jin, who had blond hair, with an expression of amazement, and said: "You are not that old, but you are already at the fifth level of the Holy King. What a terrifying talent."

It takes a hundred years to reach the fifth level of the Holy King, which is rare in the starry sky. However, a more perverted genius appeared in his clan that year. He practiced Taoism for decades and became a saint, but in the end he stopped at being a great saint.

Xu Jin did not speak, but looked around and found a little girl opposite the middle-aged man who looked a bit like Xu An. It seemed that she was his biological daughter.

"Where has your master gone?" The next moment, Xin Tian asked in a low tone, his eyes looking at Xu Jin indifferently, with a terrible sense of oppression.

But Xu Jin still looked at each other calmly, and did not bow his head because Xin Tian was the strongest among the gods. He said in a calm tone: "I don't know either."

He really didn't know that he had only met Xu Changqing twice, the first time when he was in Frog Body, and the second time when Xu Changqing was slashing the path.

"For the next period of time, you should stay with the God Clan." Xin Tian said.

His idea was to give Xu Jin a sense of belonging among the Gods. It just so happened that his daughter had feelings for him. Xu Jin was also a new generation of young supremes, so his strength should not be underestimated.

So, now, Wuqing's family is all tied to the God Clan.

Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that it was impossible for Xu Jin to fall in love with Xin Wu. Although he was in love, he was about to transcend his feelings and reach an inexplicable state.

In the Demon Clan Imperial Road, in a small world filled with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, Xu Changqing and Tun Tian were in retreat, while Duan De had already left.

Perhaps, Duan De's departure will be difficult to see in the future.

In the small world, Xu Changqing sat cross-legged on a snow-capped mountain, silently healing his wounds, sorting out his own laws, and constantly recalling his experience in the battle with the Great Sage.

Analyze the rules that erupt from the memory when the Great Sage launches an attack.

"Rumble"

The blood in Xu Changqing's body is like thousands of troops galloping, like the Yellow River flowing, loud sounds are constantly coming from the body, and the internal organs are emitting a colorful halo, which represents the ultimate emotional power intertwining with each other, and finally blocking it into strips. Wire.

"Dong, dong"

Every time the heart beats, the entire mountain peak shakes, like five thunders hitting the top, like the alarm bell of the universe being sounded.

After more than twenty years of healing and twenty years of retreat, he would have been able to break through to the Great Sage long ago.

However, the injury has not healed yet, so he has not dared to break through the Great Sage because he feels that this time, overcoming the tribulation and becoming a Great Sage will be unprecedentedly terrifying.

Countless spiritual energy revolves around Xu Changqing's body, and the yin and yang between heaven and earth are constantly changing. A yin and yang diagram hangs above his head, reversing the yin and yang to heal his injuries.

The gods in the Taoist Palace chanted inexplicable Taoist sutras. The immortal platform was like a landscape, densely covered with ancient characters. Countless chapters of ancient characters emerged and danced in front of Xu Changqing.

Twenty years of retreat allowed him to further perfect his scriptures.

"Buzz!"

The next moment, all the ancient characters, all the great laws, and the yin and yang energy disappeared into Xu Changqing's body.

"Huh!" He opened his eyes and exhaled a breath, and the strong wind swept through the whole small world.

"All the injuries have been recovered, and I have to break through the Great Sage. But before I can break through, I have to get the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique. I only need the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique to perfect my own technique."

Xu Changqing went to Tuntian's retreat place.

It was a peach garden, filled with colorful tender petals, fragrant and full of spiritual energy. There was a small wooden house in the deepest part.

In front of the cabin, a woman in a moon-white dress sat quietly on a stone bench. In front of her was a slate with a picture scroll placed on it.

The fresh peach petals fall from time to time, and at a glance, there are pink scenes everywhere, which are extremely warm, and the petals are all over the sky, flying in colorful colors.

Tuntian sat quietly on the stone bench, with a golden pen in her hand. Runes were lingering on the golden pen, and she began to carve on the scroll.

At this moment, she was so beautiful, no longer domineering and cold, but just gentle, with eyes full of longing.

The crystal jade hands, pink petals flying on her little head, a white dress fluttering from time to time, and the beautiful black hair swaying gently.

Xu Changqing came and stood behind her, watching silently without disturbing her.

Tuntian began to draw, outlining delicate lines, and golden light flashed from time to time on the top of the golden brush.

Her movements were very gentle, and she was painting something.

After a long time, a young man with a sunny smile, plainly dressed, and a little dirty on his face was found, who was in charge of a little girl with a smile on her face and a hard bun in her arms.

They seemed to come alive in the portrait, and there were sounds of play all around them.

This is what Tuntian does every year. Her brother seems to have been accompanying her growing up, drawing a picture every year.

However, Xu Changqing also discovered that there was another picture not far away. It was a man with black hair and black clothes, with a cold face, and a little girl with a restrained face sitting on his shoulder.

That's me!

There is also a painting, that is in a dark alley, the sky is gloomy, a little girl wearing rags is huddled in a simple shelter, shivering with passivity.

A young man held a black oil-paper umbrella and stood in front of the little girl, his eyes filled with reminiscence. Finally, he bent down and placed one hand between the little girl's eyebrows.

These portraits seem to be waving, making people fall in at a glance, as if they have traveled through time and returned to the original era.

Xu Changqing watched silently. In order to lay out the plan, he played with his little girl for two days, so that he could leave a deep impression on her childhood.

Finally, after a while, Tuntian finally put away the pen in his hand, rolled up the scroll, put it aside, turned around, and faced Xu Changqing.

At this moment, Tuntian's delicate and beautiful face no longer had the coldness of the past, but only longing and a certain tenderness. He asked softly: "Are you leaving?"

In fact, in the past twenty years of getting along, they have not met many times. Every year they will discuss and discuss with each other, and then go back to retreat.

Xu Changqing nodded lightly, his eyes were extremely deep, as if they were under the moonlight, and his black clothes were wide and wide. His figure was not thin, but strong.

He is also very tall, with thick white hair hanging around his shoulders, and a cold face as if carved by God himself.

When Tuntian saw Xu Changqing nodding, he also understood and walked up to Xu Changqing. The two of them were only one meter apart, and even their breath would be sprayed on each other's face.

Tuntian is also very high, reaching Xu Changqing's eyes.

She took out a jade slip with strange black words flowing inside, as if there was a suction force trying to absorb people's souls.

"This is the technique you want. I haven't perfected it yet. If you want to perfect it, you have to become stronger. However, the concept is the same. Even if it is not perfect, it is still a characteristic."

Tuntian's voice was very pleasant, like a gentle spring breeze, with a touch of magnetism, like an empress.

She was not as cold as before, and her eyes were a little gentle.

Xu Changqing took over the technique with an expressionless face, took a deep look at the Queen of Heaven, and left without looking back.

In his eyes, several colors of silk mist floated on Tuntian's little head, which were the emotions she exuded. In addition to fighting spirit, there was also some tenderness, and even a little love.

Xu Changqing didn't take this seriously. Perhaps to him, it was Tuntian's feelings for her brother.

Tuntian stood quietly under the peach tree with colorful petals, silently watching Xu Changqing leave with steady steps.

She has slender legs, a proud figure, and amazing curves. She is wearing a moon-white dress. She looks like a peerless fairy from the mythical era, standing quietly in the world of peach blossoms, forming a beautiful picture.

Xu Changqing returned to the snow-capped mountains and began to read about the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique, peeling off the cocoons and extracting the characteristics that were useful to him, and then tried to integrate them with his own Heavenly Technique.