Since the beginning of chaos, there are six realms of reincarnation in the world, and all spirits grow and never stop. People are all spiritual, all originate from the heart. The mind is the root seedling of goodness, the source of spirit, and the beginning of all evil. Good and evil are all in a thought, and thoughts move with the heart, and movement arise from the heart.

Wuhun now feels like he is in a vast ocean of black, with endless black on all sides, and the sea water is cold and harsh.

Wuhun struggled desperately in the sea, rising and falling in the surging sea water.

Wuhun felt that he was slowly sinking and his head was dizzy. Just as his consciousness was about to blur, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind and he saw a world of fire.

There is nothing here, only pure fire, and the whole world is full of red. There is a rain of fire in the sky, and magma is occasionally emerging from the ground. In the center of the world, a tower is locked with a giant beast. The giant beast is wrapped in flames and cannot see its face clearly. The giant beast speaks, "You must hold on, remember that if your heart is not dead, you will be immortal!"

This voice seemed to be his own voice. If he died, there would definitely be many people sad. In front of Wuhun, Li Xianxian's sad expression and Chen's sad face appeared, "...No, I can't die, I want to live, I have a lot to do!"

Wuhun shouted angrily in his heart, his mind was clear, and a trace of coolness passed through the dawn, driving away the darkness.

Wuhun finally opened his eyes, and a loud noise, and the earth shook.

Wuhun looked out of the cave and he would never forget what he had been born today in his life.

Above the Nine Heavens, Li Xianxian's whole body was red, which was caused by the inspiration of essence and blood. Then, Li Xianxian was bursting with huge energy and died with the three old monsters, turning into blood-red azaleas, swaying in the wind!

Wuhun shouted heart-wrenchingly: "Mom, don't leave! Don't leave Hun'er, Hun'er is very obedient and will never make Hun angry again!"

Wuhun ran out crying, trying to grab the last wisp of Li Xianxian's breath, staggered, fell down with a plop, and fainted again.

Wuhun opened his eyes again, the sky was full of stars and the moonlight was like water, and it was already on the verge.

Wuhun is now at the corner of a barren mountain, and there is a bonfire next to him. There are two pheasants on it, and one person is constantly grilling.

Wuhun looked at the man's back, which looked like Chen. Wuhun moved his calves and ran towards the man crying, shouting: "Dad!"

When he approached, Wuhun couldn't help but be stunned and retreated nervously, "Who are you? What are you going to do?"

Under the flames, a sloppy, muddy old Taoist stood up, held a wine pot and drank a mouthful of wine, and said, "Little guy, don't be afraid, I'm not a bad guy, your mother has handed you over to me. Come on, be hungry, give you a chicken leg to eat!"

The old Taoist smiled and tore off a chicken leg and handed it to Wuhun. Wuhun did not answer it, and looked at the old Taoist vigilantly. Seeing him wearing a pudding-rolled robe with pudding, a broken iron sword on his back, holding a rotten paper fan with missing corners and shuttles in his hand, eating chicken, and making a slutty laughter from time to time. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like a good person.

Wuhun asked softly: "How do I know if you are lying to me!"

Po Laodao smiled and said, "Look at this letter and you will know!"

Wuhun took the letter and opened it. The above was the beautiful handwriting of his mother: "Wuhun, when you see this letter, your mother may be gone, you are the only one left. You have to take good care of yourself. Before you have strong strength, don't take revenge. Your enemies are very strong and your responsibilities are heavy. When you have enough strength, your mother wants you to do something, and then your Uncle Xing will tell you what to do." Below are some descriptions of Xing Jilen.

Wuhun's tears were blurred, and tears dripped on the letter paper, making the paper wet.

After reading the letter, Wuhun ran away as he ran away. Xing Jileng shouted behind him, "Hey, where are you going, little baby, stop me!"

Chasing after him, he grabbed Wuhun's arm, Wuhun shouted: "No, I don't believe that my mother is dead. I want to go back to find my mother, please let me go!"

Xing Ji Leng shouted: "Wuhun, wake me up. Your mother has gone and can't come back. I also hope she is alive, but she is dead. This is the fact that you must face it!"

Wuhun cried and said, "No, I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" Wuhun struggled hard.

Xing Jileng muttered to himself: "Why are you the same as your devil dad!"

Xing Jilen stretched out two fingers to the soul-wrenching sleeping hole, and Wuhun fainted. Xing Jilen carried Wuhun on his back, "Take you back to the Beast King Mountain first."

The purple sun rises eastward, and a towering mountain is foggy. On a large rock is sitting a purple boy. The boy has a pretty face, his eyes are bright, his eyebrows are like swords, and his skin is white.

The boy sat cross-legged, and white mist rose around the boy, and energy fluctuated frequently in the air.

About two hours passed, the boy opened his eyes, shot out two cold lights, and sighed, "Oh! I still can't break through the spiritual stage! Master said that before the age of fourteen, if I can't get to the spiritual stage, I'm not considered a genius. This immortal will brag, saying that if the breakthrough is like flowing water, don't go up against the current, the time is ripe and success is enough to make one's own success. I, bah, I'm so angry that I'm not that simple!"

This person is Wuhun. He has been in this barren mountain for ten years and worships Xing Jilen as his teacher. He is the young friend of the soulless mother.

When Wuhun first arrived at the Beast King Mountain, he would always miss his mother, but as time flowed, Wuhun let go of that obsession and turned the grief into the power of revenge, making Wuhun practice harder every day.

Wuhun looked at the rising sun and was about to cook for Lao Budhi again.

The soulless slid in the air, landed on the mountain road, and walked towards the broken bamboo house on the top of the mountain.

Xing Jilen requires wine and meat every meal. Every time he eats meat, he can only watch it. Xing Jilen called it: "Children cannot eat too much meat. Eating meat requires karma. Children cannot withstand it. Oh! If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!" He posed a question mark on his hands, and then he fucked his chopsticks to eat.

Every time, Xing Ji Leng would have a few pieces of meat left and smiled and said, "Look at how good the master is to you. All the karma is sucked away by the master. You should eat it, remember the goodness of the master!"

Wuhun rolled his eyes every time he was so angry that he rolled his eyes and cursed inwardly: "I'm so shameless!"

As soon as Wuhun arrived at the door, a figure wearing a tattered Taoist robe and smiling on his face said, "Advisor, go and cook quickly, Master will starve to death!"

Wuhun gave him a blank look and walked into the kitchen. Xing Ji Leng smiled beside him. The rice was soon on the table, with two meats and one vegetarian, all in color, fragrance and taste, and it looked very delicious.

Xing Jileng sat at the dining table and shouted, "Wow, apprentice, what day is today? The breakfast is so rich, it's better for you to be good to Master."

Po Lao Dao was chewing the food, and Wuhun smiled and asked, "Master, is it delicious?"

Xingji Leng's mouth was stuffed with rice and said vaguely: "It's delicious, delicious!"
Chapter completed!