one of my alchemist friends

.Bai Yan was stunned for a moment, then smiled again, carried him into the meeting room, pointed at the icy man in the center from a distance, and said softly: "Aran, remember, that is your father."

Xiao Bairan wrung her fingers and frowned and said, "But he never talks to me or hugs me, so fierce."

Bai Yan smiled and said: "It's okay, uncle will think of a way for you." From that day on, whenever he went to have a night talk with his grandfather, his father would always listen to him, his face never changing, which made him shrink even more.

When he was older, he didn't care about whether his father cared more or less, but the relationship between father and son was still too unfamiliar.At this time, his outstanding talent was fully revealed, and he became famous all over the world before he came out of the mountain, and the sect even gave him high hopes.His father's attitude was as indifferent as usual, and the only communication with him was lectures, as if he always had endless faults.At first he was displeased, but then he got used to it and never argued for himself. The two very similar faces showed the same indifference and stubbornness.

It was only in front of his uncle that he occasionally showed a little boyish innocence, frowning and sighing, squatting in circles, his eyes were red and he still stubbornly refused to cry.At this time, Mr. Bai Yan smiled lovingly, patted his knees, and stretched out his hand to say hello:

"Aran, come here."

Bairan's hand holding the sword trembled a little.

The point of the sword pointed at the man who was smiling gently, beckoning him to go over.When he heard this when he was a child, he would drop everything at hand and rush into his uncle's arms. The voice bewitched him, so he really obediently walked a few steps closer, but firmly stopped the sword by Bai Yan's neck , said coldly: "Get out."

"Bai Yan" changed into a female voice, laughed wildly for a while, and struck his right shoulder with a sword, bringing up a streak of blood, and then said: "You are rude, you should hit him." After saying that, he struck his chest with another sword.

Bairan leaned back, pushed the sword back with broken frost, and stabbed his thigh with the sword.At the same time, Bai Yan also landed his sword on his left shoulder, as if he could slice off his arm with just one force.With such an injury, he just frowned, raised his sword and made another set of combos, although the attack was swift and fierce, he avoided the vital points everywhere.

When "Bai Yan" dealt with it, he still didn't forget to tease him: "I and A Yan's spiritual body are compatible, so you want to force me out? It's a joke." He also said: "It's your advantage to be gentle and honest, and it's also your big deal Weakness." The move is fatal.

"Please enlighten me, senior!" Seeing Bai Ran's reservations everywhere, Leng Xiyu was finally annoyed and pushed him aside, and stepped forward to fight "Bai Yan". "Bai Yan" smiled contemptuously, ignored him, and said: "Just now I was curious, is there no one in the Leng family, and appoint a child to come over and look down on me?"

Leng Xiyu's face was calm and composed, and the sword in his hand became more and more fierce, entangled with him like a snake, disturbing him to lose interest in teasing. "Bai Yan" stopped his movements and retreated, his expression became cold and weird, and the terrifying aura around him made the remaining evil spirits kneel down and scream, rushing to turn into a ray of white light into his body first.Leng Xiyu didn't understand the reason, and the sword couldn't be recruited in time, so she couldn't help but follow along.

"This is... the surname Leng, come back!" Mo Chengkong once heard from his master that there was a kind of sorcery that instantly strengthened himself through sacrifice, which was very similar to what he saw before him.His complexion was not good at all, but at this moment he was even more astonished, watching "Bai Yan" gather a cloud of black energy, and slapped Leng Xiyu's face with his palm.

The smell of blood is everywhere.

Leng Xiyu sat down on the ground, staring blankly at the scene in front of her, not caring about wiping the blood splashed on her face.The palm just now must have been unavoidable, but Bairan slashed out from the side, and cut off this hand with a single sword, cleanly.

A flash of astonishment flashed in "Bai Yan"'s eyes, and he taunted again: "Aran, you are still helping the other side after all. Uncle's heart is cold, alas."

"How dare you pretend to be uncle?"

A voice came from far away, followed by a black figure, falling in front of everyone.The black-clothed brother is still completely black, the difference is that there is an extra long sword in his hand.

"I can't find you anywhere, so I went down the mountain with my son to practice. Hey, you look bad, and you have a leg problem again? Sect Master Bai?"

After hearing this, Bai Heng didn't explain, and took off the disguise to show others his true colors.It happened that he was the one passing by to do justice, and he was the one who followed secretly to help. Perhaps the most extraordinary thing he did in his life was to abandon the sect and go down the mountain with his son.How can there be so many coincidences in the world, and how can father's heart be easily read.

"Father, I..." Joy and worry welled up in my heart, and Bairan lost his composure for a moment, a little at a loss.

"Back off." Bai Heng scolded with a pale face.He has not gone out for many years, and he often needs to stay in bed to recuperate whenever his leg problems occur.This tossing all depends on strong support, the pain is unbearable, and it takes a lot of effort even to stand still, which makes it difficult for everyone to rescue them in time when they are in danger.

"Back off? Ha, Bai Wusi, you are too confident. It's hard for all the living and dead to join hands to get a little advantage from me." After absorbing the essence, "Bai Yan" was full of bones. "Crack", a pair of sharp horns appeared out of nowhere on the top of the head, and the limbs were shaped like sharp claws. In an instant, it stretched out into a monster with a height of three people and a hideous face. head.

The beams of the ancestral hall collapsed.Amidst the chaos, the ghost king was holding Mrs. Gantang's skeleton in his arms, and was gnawing on it. Black air enveloped the entire Cuiwang Mountain from the top down.Bai Heng swung the crowd back with a backhanded palm, raised his sword and went forward alone, the Ghost King didn't lift his head, and casually swept a few pieces of rubble towards his lap to greet him.He jumped and dodged again and again, and finally couldn't hold back and knelt down on one knee. When the ghost king's sharp claws were about to pierce him, a figure flashed to block everything, and took advantage of the opportunity to sink the sword into the ghost king's heart.The ghost king pulled back his sharp claws in pain, while Bairan's face remained unchanged even though a few bloody holes were poked out.

The King of Ghosts clutched his chest tightly, as if thinking of something interesting, he grinned regardless of the pain: "Heh...my good nephew, are you thinking right now that 'the pain of wearing this sharp object is nothing more than that'? Hehe...a Why did the dead baby survive till now? Is it because of the spiritual power instilled by your grandfather every day, or the golden elixir bestowed on you? Not enough, not enough! People in the family are afraid that you will make any mistakes. They are terribly afraid. By the way, have you ever heard of a A Mohist secret technique, 'soul bondage'?"

"You—shut up! Stop talking!" Bai Heng said angrily.

"Haha, why are you afraid that he will know? Grandfather and father have worked so hard to keep him, how touching! Why are you afraid that he will know?"

Bai Ran froze, and asked, "What do you mean... what secret technique, 'soul bond', Mo... Mohism?"

"The so-called 'soul bond' means that the blood relatives of the Mo family use themselves as the source to form bonds with others, so as to share the pain of others, hurt themselves in order to protect others. Guess who is the only descendant of the Mo family who has bonded with , how long can he persist after he gets rid of the pain with his low spiritual power?" He evoked a wicked smile, "So, does your injury still hurt?"

huh... huh...

Bairan heard that he was breathing heavily, his heart was beating wildly, his body was falling uncontrollably, his eyes were empty, and his mind was buzzing.

I promised to protect you well, why in the end, I hurt you the most because of me...

He reached out to reach the corner of his father's clothes, clenched it tightly, and asked hoarsely, "Father, why...why didn't you tell me...why did you keep it from me..." Like complaining, questioning, or muttering language.

Seeing him like this, Bai Heng wanted to beat him hard to wake him up, but he still didn't say a word, only sighed silently.

Of these people in front of them, two are half-dead, one can't even stand up, one young boy, one half-grown child, no matter what they do, they can all be wiped out with one move.The ghost king said with a smile: "I really can't bear to disturb you all, if you have something to say, please speak slowly on Huangquan Road... Ugh!"

A hard object flew towards his face, and then several formations fell, separating them from it. The "Mo Chengkong" fingertip charm slowly walked out, his face was still ashen, but his eyes were extremely bright. "Hensheng" trembled in the sheath, flew out and hung in front of him.He took the sword and said:

"Ghost Lord, stay safe."

die together

There was a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, which was extremely inconsistent with this delicate and handsome face.When Hate Shengjian met his old master again, he buzzed excitedly.

The ghost king squinted his eyes and looked at him for a long time, but finally couldn't think of any other explanation, so he mocked: "If Mo Taiqing knew that he was reincarnated into a mediocre boy like you, he might cry."

"You worry too much. Taiqing is just imitating the ghost king and borrowing the body of his younger generation." He is thin and thin, and he has just taken care of most of Bairan's pain, so even raising a sword is a bit difficult strenuous.

The ghost king almost burst into tears with laughter: "It's extremely stupid! If you dare to come to me, you won't find someone who is comparable. I don't see anything special about this kid, except for his background."

Mo Taiqing lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, with a clear and gentle voice, and said, "Ghost Lord, you only need to worry about your own head. Since it was cut off by me once, there is no guarantee that there will be no second time." The two sounds of "clank" also reflected a cold light. "Don't underestimate my Mo family..." Qing Piao Piao threw out a sentence, before the end of the sentence, he jumped up suddenly, a sword sank into the ghost king's chest, he was immediately caught and flung away, and he landed safely after a few jumps.

The ghost king covered the blood hole with his only remaining hand, and said hoarsely, "Why don't you let my family go!"

Mo Taiqing spat out blood, and sneered coldly: "Oh, you still don't know your mistakes? Since your ancestors abandoned the righteous way, they have pushed your whole family to the cusp of the storm. Destroying humanity, committing evil, everyone Get it and kill him!" After saying that, he raised his sword and stepped forward.

"Short, are you crazy? Let me go! How can you fight alone?" Leng Xiyu tried to force him with spiritual power to no avail. He threw away his usual reserved reserve, beat the barrier and shouted loudly, "Bai