This question drove Mu Ye and the people in Evil Moon crazy.
They even had a feeling that if they didn't get an answer from Xie Tian, they wouldn't be able to rest in peace.
"If I think about it carefully, it might be possible, hehe …"
Luo Jiao, the only one who knew the truth, covered her mouth and laughed. She laughed proudly and wildly.
A group of Supreme Masters, a group of Emperors, and even peak Supreme Masters and Great Emperors were all fooled. Only she, an ordinary Emperor, knew the inside story …
Therefore, Luo Jiao was shocked, but also very happy.
"Tell me!" Half-life panted and looked fiercely at Luo Jiao.
Luo Jiao chuckled. "In your dreams."
Xuanzhi was still dreaming.
Walking in Xuan Ling Castle and seeing people looking at him with admiration, Xuanzhi felt that life's ups and downs were too fast and too exciting.
Compared to the illusion of "killing" Roquín, this time he felt the joy of being valued and the satisfaction it gave him.
This sense of satisfaction made him excited and intoxicated, but it also made him nervous.
Only after personally experiencing the ups and downs did he understand how difficult it was to obtain all of this, and what kind of illusory ladder it was built on.
Before, he even wanted to expose Xie Tian.
He wasn't a fool. He could feel that everything Xie Tian had done through him would inevitably explode at some point, and then the world would collapse.
At this moment, the only thing he worried about was losing the halo of a supreme Emperor.
"Will someone find out …"
"On the battlefield of Black Ink Mountain, countless people are flocking like ducks. Will I be exposed …"
"Will that person be jealous of my glory and tell the truth, taking away the glory that belongs to me …"
…
Xuanzhi, who was walking in a daze, suddenly stopped.
"At least, what's the matter?" The one who had been following Xuanzhi was no longer a servant, but a Supreme Master.
"To Black Ink Mountain."
Xuanzhi looked at Black Ink Mountain.
That person was uncontrollable.
The only thing he could be sure of was the Black Ink Mountain battlefield.
Therefore, he felt that he had to make this trip and find out why those Supremes and Emperors had become blind. Otherwise, he might never be able to sleep again.
Zhi Zun was shocked to hear this, "At least not, the two ominous stars Rakshasa died in your hands, Rakshasa and the others …"
"Heh." Xuanzhi laughed self-deprecatingly. "I'm not worried about that."
What he meant was that he was only worried that his affairs would be exposed. But in the ears of the Supreme Martial Artist, it was arrogance that came from his bones.
"No wonder he's been hiding his strength for so many years. He's not even afraid of Rakshasa …"
The Supreme Martial Artist sighed and finally summoned two Supreme Martial Artists to escort Xuanzhi to the Black Ink Mountain.
Mount Xuan Mo was overcrowded with people. Rakshasa was everywhere.
The battlefield from two days ago had become a famous historical site for all living beings in the world to admire and worship.
"Look here! It is said that this mountain was set up by Xuanzhi. Half an hour later, more than a hundred Heavenly Broken Holy Fists broke through … "
"Tsk tsk, if this punch fell on a Supreme Martial Artist, I'm afraid it wouldn't feel good, right?"
"What kind of eyesight is that? The most terrifying thing about this punch is not its lethality, but after the layout, more than a hundred Heavenly Broken Holy Fists exploded at the same time, catching people off guard! "
"Xuanzhi, another dragon has appeared in the Xuan family …"
…
There were many people worshipping him, most of whom he didn't know.
The small number of people he knew were the more famous Heavenly Sons of the Eight Great Immortal Families.
When these Heavenly Sons saw Xuanzhi, who had personally come to the battlefield, their expressions were complicated. There was both respect and fear in their eyes, and there was even undisguised envy and jealousy.
This kind of gaze made Xuanzhi feel like he was bathing in the spring breeze, but it also made him want to understand why this group of people were so stupid — whether it was this young master who hit them or not, could it be that no one could see it?
Next, Xuanzhi began to look at the battle marks left behind by Mount Xuan Mo with a seriousness that he hadn't shown in the past 50 years.
At the same time, the battle that was kicked into his mind by half a life slowly emerged, and the two were verified.
Six hours later, he stood at the peak of what used to be Mount Xuan Mo. His eyes were calm.
This calmness wasn't born from arrogance, but from dullness.
"All of them are my battle aura …"
"These battle marks seem to be left by me, but they are countless times stronger than the aura that I emit when I attack …"
Xuanzhi began to doubt life.
He clearly remembered that Xie Tian imitated him and fought for less than an hour. Later on, when he killed Luo Tang, he didn't imitate him at all.
He even remembered that the main peak of Mount Xuan Mo under his feet was smashed by Xie Tian with a punch that he couldn't understand.
"But the battle marks, the battle aura, they are all mine. Damn, damn it …"
At this time, in an inn in Xuan Ling City, Little Bell's forceful cries resounded.
Seeing that Xie Tian was just about to answer him, but was now busy patting Little Bell's milk, Mu Ye almost collapsed. He immediately cursed An Xi, "You're letting the Grand Elder take care of a milk baby, you traitor …"
His voice stopped abruptly.
A pair of black eyes that hadn't been opened for nearly half a year finally opened.
It was a pair of crystal clear eyes, untainted by the world. Anyone who saw it would tremble.
The pair of pure eyes looked at Mu Ye, then at An Xi, then at the room, and finally at Xie Tian.
Then, he saw the owner of this pair of eyes move her little pink mouth, opened it, yawned, and then gently smacked her lips twice …
This was a movement that Xie Tian was very familiar with.
Every time Little Bell did this, it would be ready to fall asleep.
However, this time, after smacking her lips, she uttered two words inarticulately — —
"Ah, father …"
Little Bell's big eyes blinked as she waited, but as if she didn't get a response, her mouth began to wriggle again. Not long after, her little face turned red, and she struggled to say the two words.
"Ah, father …"
Xie Tian's heart was lightly hit by an indescribable force.
Although the force was light, it was irresistible.
Life experience, family, relatives …
In an instant, too many things emerged in Xie Tian's heart. He had once carefully imagined these things, but most of the time, he didn't dare to think about them.
"Father …"
After murmuring this word in a trance, Xie Tian swung the Intellectual Sword, mercilessly cutting away these things that temporarily didn't belong to him.
Then, he smiled warmly at Little Bell, trying to make himself look like a father.
Little Bell fell asleep, satisfied. Her childish voice and breath still lingered in the room.
It was rare to hear a childish voice. Xie Tian thought for a moment, then silently punched, punched, punched …
Just like when he was in Xuanmo Mountain, he wanted to keep something.
Even though he couldn't figure it out, even he, who had witnessed the battle, couldn't find any clues. Xuanzhi's uneasy heart also calmed down a lot.
"I don't know what method he used to hide his breath, but at least, I won't be exposed …"
The 65th battle memory was about to end. Xuanzhi sighed and smiled.
With a sigh and a smile, the light of the supreme Chosen One seemed to be more bright and real.
With this brilliance, Xuanzhi turned around and was ready to leave this place that he created and would surely be popular throughout the Xuanluo Immortal Kingdom.
When he turned around, the 65th battle memory in his mind also came to an end.
In the end, Xie Tian's unique fist trap exploded brilliantly and killed Luo Tang without moving …
Suddenly, Xuanzhi felt as if he was struck by lightning!
At the same time, in the inn, Xie Tian, who had silently punched thousands of times, stopped.
Was the First Elder crazy because he was a father? An Xi was dumbfounded.
Mu Ye was also quite dumbfounded. But a moment later, he let out a strange cry. Tears flowed down his old face, and he released his mind with great excitement, carefully touching a certain point in the air …
Puff …
After a soft sound, thousands of punches exploded silently. The childish voice that made Xie Tian's heart tremble, accompanied by the child's attachment to his father, resounded throughout Xuan Ling City.
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