Chapter 972 (1/2)

As time went on, night fell quickly.

Huaxia, a secret place, in a huge and luxurious palace, the pinghufa and the two old men who appeared in Cangshan before appeared here.

In front of the three of them was a middle-aged man with a gorgeous robe, a deep face and a hawk Falcon in his eyes. His body exuded invisible prestige, but he could not feel any real Qi fluctuation, just like ordinary people.

”Patriarch, that's what happened. According to our inference, the master of Ming Hong Dao should have something to do with that man. Otherwise, the people of dragon soul would not help him and say that.”

One of the two elders said.

The middle-aged man stood there, his eyes shining.

”I didn't expect that the master of Minghong Dao should have something to do with him. No wonder he can control Minghong Dao. It seems that this son is just as rebellious as he is!”

The middle-aged man, situ Hong, the patriarch of the situ clan, flashed a trace of memory in his eyes, and a look of fear was still faintly visible.

”What should we do now, patriarch?”

Another old man said.

”Since it has something to do with him, it's better for them to seize the Ming Hong Dao. It's said that the ancestor of the Xuanyuan clan has reached that level of strength. Maybe they can compete with him. The Ming Hong Dao was originally suppressed and sealed by them, so they should be responsible for it. Our situ clan can't recruit that person for the time being.”

Situ Hong said lightly.

The night is like China, silent, the void is half covered by dark clouds, and the moonlight is shining a little bit.

somewhere in China, there are ruins. It is obvious that this place used to be a residence, and it used to be huge and magnificent, but now it has become a ruin.

From the scene, it seems that there has been a great war here, and there are traces of flames burning. There are fragmentary and rusty broken swords scattered around, and an old and incomplete plaque, on which the word Ximen can be seen.

In the dark, here gives a kind of gloomy and terrible feeling, as if you can hear the voice of the dead.

I don't know when a cold wind blows by. In front of the plaque with the word Ximen, a man of about twenty-five or twenty-six years old appears here, wearing a black suit, carrying a long thing wrapped in black cloth, with strands of broken hair floating in front of his forehead.

The man's face is cold and stern. His face is carved like a knife. There is a scar across his left and right face, which gives this handsome face a sense of ferocity.

A pair of eyes full of shade, cold, murderous, hatred, anger, all kinds of eyes intertwined together, representing the man's unusual.

Poop!

The man knelt directly on the incomplete plaque and knocked three heads heavily.

”Father, mother, grandfather, ancestors, Jianchen has come to see you!”

The man made a hoarse voice, as if he had not spoken for more than ten years, which seemed to be mechanical and harsh.

”Don't worry, Jianchen won't take revenge for the Ximen people in this life. Even if he pays any price, I will kill him to appease the spirits of the Ximen people! ”

the man's hoarse and cold voice is full of endless killing opportunities, and a piercing chill spreads, which makes people feel like shivering.

”Who?”

The man suddenly frowned, and his eyes swept sharply. Situ Hong's figure appeared here.

”Chief situ, why are you here?”

The man looked at situ Hong, his voice was still hoarse and cold.

”Your father and I were friends at that time, but now we've come to see him. I didn't expect you to come back. You should get a lot of benefits in the secret place of your Ximen clan.”

Situ Hong said lightly.

”This has nothing to do with you. What do you want to say?”