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Chapter 1557

Words:2070Update:22/10/29 18:16:59

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Ye Qinghan looked at the adult and child who were close to him, then looked at the surrounding environment. Everything seemed familiar!

"How is this possible? Is this just a dream? My millions of years of hard work, was it all for nothing? "

Ye Qinghan punched the ground, his whole body was in pain. He roared unwillingly, the rain dripping down his hair, and his tears forming a river. In this dream, he once again experienced the pain of loss, Emperor Ye, Lin Wutian …

"No! I am in a dream now! Wake up! "

Ye Qinghan roared, trying to break free from the shackles and leave this damned dream, but the tearing pain in his body made him understand that this was not a dream.

"Brother …"

Little Meng Xi, who was five or six years old, came close, leaning on the crazy Ye Qinghan, trembling.

Everything was so familiar, as if this was an unbreakable fate, reincarnation after reincarnation, always returning to the starting point.

"Child, I am sorry …" Wang Shi still said the same words, stabbing Ye Qinghan's heart.

Ye Qinghan knelt on the ground, his face ferocious, cold light radiating, and grinned, "I don't believe this is real, I don't believe I can't break this damned fate!"

Whoosh!

Ye Qinghan's eyes flashed coldly, staring at Wang Shi and little Meng Xi, his eyes full of murderous intent and ferociousness.

Wang Shi and little Meng Xi were frightened by Ye Qinghan's ferocious gaze, they retreated, not knowing what to say.

"Blade, come!"

Ye Qinghan roared, clenching his fist, wanting to summon Zhong Kuang to kill Meng Xi and Wang Shi, but Zhong Kuang was clearly in his blood, he could not use it.

"Brother … Don't you recognize me?" Little Meng Xi asked in horror.

"Illusion! Everything is an illusion! "

Ye Qinghan roared, warning himself that everything in front of him was an illusion, it was definitely not real. He had worked so hard for so long, almost reaching the end, how could it be a dream? If that was the case, he might as well be crippled!

"Brother, I am Meng Xi, what illusion? Wake up! " Little Meng Xi sobbed and tugged at Wang Shi's clothes. She said sadly, "Big Brother has been beaten silly by them. He doesn't recognize us anymore. Boohoo …"

Wang Shi said in horror, "Qinghan, don't scare mother!"

"Is it really real? Was this the will of Heaven? Let me return to the past and give me a chance to redeem the situation? " Ye Qinghan was also filled with endless panic at this moment. This had already exceeded his imagination. This was definitely not a reincarnation. The first time he appeared here was a coincidence. Could the second time also be a coincidence?

"Is it really the same as back then?" Ye Qinghan slowly stood up. His mind was in a mess. Looking at the Hundred Thousand Mountains, he thought for a moment and said to Wang Shi, "Take Meng Xi home first. I'll go to the Hundred Thousand Mountains!"

After saying that, Ye Qinghan did not give Wang Shi and Meng Xi a chance to speak. He turned around and rushed into the Hundred Thousand Mountains. The scene of that year reappeared. Although Ye Qinghan did not have any divine power, his physical body was still strong and vigorous. He sped through the mountains and fields and quickly came to the place where he found the divine bird.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Whoosh! Ye Qinghan quickly climbed up the mountain and found the blood ginseng. However, the divine bird was not there!

"It's different! There's a change … "Ye Qinghan murmured. However, at this moment, there was a strange sound in the sky.

Bang!

"Ouch … F * ck …"

A wretched voice sounded from the treetops. It fluttered a few times but did not fly up.

"Divine bird …" Ye Qinghan's pupils shrank. The horror in his eyes was self-evident. He suddenly roared, "Who is playing with me? Do you want me to reincarnate endlessly? "

The divine bird stared at Ye Qinghan but did not recognize him. It pretended to be arrogant and mocked, "Human, why don't you kneel when you see this divine bird? Let this divine bird bestow you endless treasures … "

"Shut up!"

Ye Qinghan stretched his neck and roared. He kicked off the ground and his body rose more than ten meters. He directly pulled the divine bird down from the treetops.

The divine bird jumped in fright. It felt that Ye Qinghan was like a wild beast. It thought to itself, "Looks like this guy is not in a good mood. It's not easy to trick him. I'll wait until he calms down."

Ye Qinghan took a few deep breaths. The cold air was bone-piercing, like a knife cutting into his throat. His eyes were like lightning, unobstructed even in the night.

The divine bird looked at Ye Qinghan and said timidly, "Young man, calm down and think clearly. Don't be impulsive. Impulsiveness is the devil."

Ye Qinghan looked coldly at the divine bird and asked coldly, "If I'm in a dream, will I be able to break out of this dream if I kill you?"

The divine bird's hair stood on end. It roared angrily, "What grudge do I have with you? Why do you want to kill me? If you're in a dream, are you sleepwalking? "

The cold wind whistled and blew his green robe. Ye Qinghan calmed the divine bird down and sat on the ground. He directly swallowed the blood ginseng. The wounds on his body didn't heal much. His soul was at the peak of the pseudo world lord realm and his physical body didn't fall much. However, he couldn't use his universe ring, great wastelands tablet or craziness.

"My physical body is still the same but much younger. My strength has also decreased. Am I really not in a dream? When I descended, I destroyed Meng Xi's brother. Or did my physical body fuse with his? Did I travel back in time hundreds of thousands of years? "

Ye Qinghan muttered to himself. The divine bird was confused.

"Wutian is from Xiao Yun Star. I vaguely remember that he's from Lou Lan." Ye Qinghan calculated the time. Wutian was about 11 or 12 years old. Now, he was at most 8 or 9 years old. He wasn't even as old as Emperor Ye. At that time, would he be interested in the sword dao?

The divine bird rolled its eyes and muttered, "I met a lunatic."

Ye Qinghan stood up and walked out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains with the divine bird in hand.

"Where are you taking me? Let me go! "The divine bird struggled and shouted.

Ye Qinghan wasn't in the mood to bicker with it. He coldly said, "You better shut up. Otherwise, don't blame me for peeling your skin!"

The divine bird immediately withered and didn't dare to talk back.

Ye Qinghan hadn't reached the Ye family yet. He saw Wang Shi and Meng Xi standing alone at the entrance and looking at 100,000 mountain range. He felt inexplicably irritated. He simply kicked the door open and left the Ye family with Wang Shi and Meng Xi.

Rumble!

Ye Qinghan brought the two of them to the Spirit Treasures Pavilion in Wanshan Town and kicked open the door.

"Old man Xun, come out! Help me take care of them. There will be benefits for you. "

Ye Qinghan coldly said.

Whoosh!

An old man with a white beard rushed out of Spirit Treasure pavilion. It was Old man Xun who had helped him in the past. He hadn't changed much. Although he was old, he was full of vigor and vigorous.

Old man Xun glared at Ye Qinghan. He recognized him as the punching bag of the little brat from Wanshan Town. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and angrily said, "You little brat, how dare you break my door! See how I'll deal with you. "

Ye Qinghan grinned. He respected Old man Xun from the bottom of his heart. After all, Old man Xun had saved him and helped him.

"Old man Xun, I know you don't know me, but I know you. Give me a room in the backyard of Spirit Treasure pavilion for my mother and sister. I'll give you a Martial Supreme secret technique," Ye Qinghan said calmly.

"Pfft! You're giving me a Martial Supreme secret technique? Wait until you can cultivate it," Old man Xun replied speechlessly.

Ye Qinghan groaned and picked up a wooden stick from the door. He then carved the word 'sword' on the stone slab. It was filled with the profoundness of swordsmanship. It was so domineering that no one dared to look at it directly.

Old man Xun was dumbfounded. Who else could write such words if they weren't a Martial Supreme? Was this little brat really Ye Qinghan who could be bullied by anyone?

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