Chapter 568

In the misty mist, the figures are graceful, and each one is extraordinary. His clothes are floating, just like the fairy in the legend.

At the moment, however, many of them looked at the scene in front of them with banter and regret.

"The decree of the jade emperor has arrived“

With the appearance of a man wearing a heavenly crown, a golden soap coat, a divine bow and a golden halberd, all the immortals closed their mouths.

"Marshal Tianpeng teases Chang'e fairy, does not respect the watchman, steals the grass, knocks down the bullfight palace, the Jade Emperor's decree, removes the immortal's status, and becomes a demon forever!"

On the stage of Dharma, a man with extraordinary bearing, big ears and broad back used his six arm Dharma.

Tianpeng seal, shaking emperor bell, black gold axe and axe, seven star seal, tianmingsuo and golden immortal sword surround him. His strength is extremely strong and his terror is extreme.

Behind him, 360000 Tianqi, 80000 Shuijun, Lei gongdianmu and Feng Boyu all stood on one side, and everyone clenched their fists.

After a long time, the man took off his helmets with both hands and took a deep look in the direction of Guanghan palace. Then he sighed and said, "why is it so hard for the Jade Emperor to understand our military power?"

"Tianpeng, this is it. Don't talk about it any more. It's better to save one's life than anything else“

A three eyed God in gold armor came over, and his breath was no less than that of the man in front of him. He patted Tian Peng on the shoulder and watched him leave.

"Ha ha... Marshal Tianpeng is just a luster with a lustful mind. What qualification does this kind of person have to be in the immortal class with us?"

"That's to say, he knocked down the bullfight palace, which made us laugh at by the demon world and made us lose face in heaven."

"Look at him. How embarrassed he is. Why is he worthy of Chang'e

The man left lonely, but his eyes fell on the cold moon in the sky.

Behind him, he can not care at all, he has never cared about other people's views, but now his heart is painful.

"After this farewell, I don't know when I will see you again, Chang'e. no matter when and where I am, I will always remember that there is a woman in the Guanghan palace who makes me fall in love with..."

Tianpeng's back is lonely, and many people in the 80000 army shed tears. However, no one dares to speak and tries to maintain his powerful posture.

For a moment, he wanted to gather all his power to break the false palace and make that person regret that he would never turn over and go to hell.

"I'm not sun Qitian. I don't have courage or strength..."

Finally, for the first time in his life, he shed tears and raised his head step by step. His heart was full of reluctance, and he disappeared in the sight of the public and was escorted to reincarnation.

"Wow."

Scene changes, Zhu ran heart shock, in front of the two people are looking at him with a puzzled face.

"What are you muttering about? Who is sun Qitian?" Chen Jie hammered Zhu ran a fist, but the latter just sighed and said: "nothing, just feel very sad."

Chen Jie heard this, but his heart trembled.

You know, the contents in this mirror are all ancient Chinese myths. Does Tianpeng, Erlang God and others really exist?

Or is it true that they were gods of ancient times and were once recorded among the people?

So where are they now? Have they all fallen?

"This..."

At this moment, Mr. Bian long exclaimed and murmured, "how can it be?"

In the mirror, there was the night that he could not forget all his life.

Heavy snow, the earth is covered with silver, a snow-white forest, there is an ordinary cabin.

Candlelight like beans, a delicate boy with big eyes full of curiosity, holding a piece of bronze fragments, murmured: "father, is this true, here is really our family heritage?"

"Yes, that's what our dragon hunters have been saying for generations, starting from the generation of our grandmaster."

At the other end of the table, a thin, bronze skinned middle-aged man fondled the boy's soft hair and said with a smile.

"Father will give it to you today. Tell your mother about it."

"Well, mother must be very happy to hear that!"

The boy skillfully took out a wooden box from the bottom of the bed, and took out a pair of bright silver bracelets, which were obviously often wiped.

The boy rubbed his clothes carefully, flapped his big eyes and said in a low voice, "mother, I'm going to be a dragon hunter. With inheritance, I can become a dragon hunter in the future, even more powerful than my father!"

"Pa Pa Pa"

Just then, a rough noise came from the wooden door of the cabin.

"Open the door to me!"

The boy's father opened the door in doubt. However, four ferocious men came into the door, with a fierce face and a piece of snow on them.

"Bug Hunters, we've been looking for you for a long time. How's our harvest recently?"

"We are dragon hunters, descendants of the master of dragon hunting!" The boy's father replied.

The wind was very strong, and the goose feather snow fell straight down. Soon after, there was a fishy smell in the air.

On the snow, lines of small footprints just appeared, and soon they were covered with snow. The boy cried until his hands and feet were numb, and then he found a den and hid in it.

As the cold wind blows, the boy plunges the ice into his double strands, biting his blood teeth and trying not to let himself sleep.

Not long ago, his father had been stabbed several times, blocking the four people and yelling desperately to let him escape.

The boy's hands tightly hold the father's precious ring, with a deep chill in his eyes.

"If a dragon seeker can't become a dragon seeker one day, he can't get respect one day. Even if I can't become a dragon seeker in this life, I will become a dragon seeker respected by the world and a hand blade enemy!"

The boy squatted in the cave, looking at the snow-white outside, feeling lonely for the first time.

"Mother, father..."

The boy curled up and wept. In his hands, a pair of shining silver bracelets and a piece of primitive bronze lay quietly.

"Chi"

The scene changed, and Mr. bianlong shivered all over. It seemed that there was a cold snowstorm all around.

"Are you sick? Why do you sneeze and shiver all the time and never stop?" Zhu ran slapped Mr. Bian long on the back with his big hands, making his face red.

"No... I just... Saw my past." Mr. Bian long looks complicated. His memory of that night is too deep to forget. Now he is gnashing his teeth.

"What?"

Zhu Ran's eyes dodged. He turned to Chen Jie and said, "Chen Jie, have a look. What's in the mirror?"

It is not as gorgeous as the appearance in the ancient palace. Everything seems to have accumulated for many years, full of ancient flavor.

"Chen Jie, have a look. What's in the mirror?" Zhu ran asked again. He was very curious. From Mr. Bian Long's performance, he vaguely guessed what.

Chen Jie looked into it and saw nothing but chaos.