allonlinenovel Chapter 780 He is not dead?
Chapter 780 He is not dead?
His favorite eldest grandson died?
How can it be?
An hour ago, everything was fine!
Entering the Daotian Holy Pool should have given him a huge boost, so why did he die instead?
Did Taixu Sect kill his eldest grandson?
Wen Haishan's eyes instantly turned blood red like a demon, and a large amount of golden divine light burst out from his body. He looked like a burning golden sun, full of murderous aura.
The extremely sharp power of the metal element swept around like a storm, making a clanging sound and releasing tremendous murderous energy.
The void was cut open, and the surrounding mountains and ancient forests continued to explode!
If Wen Haishan had not retained a trace of rationality and controlled the power of the metal element, all living beings within a thousand miles would have been shattered to pieces.
"Zhao Changhe, get out here!" Wen Haishan, with disheveled hair, roared to the sky, and the clouds in the sky exploded.
"Brother, please calm down!" The blue mist surged, the space twisted, Zhao Changhe appeared and explained the situation to Wen Haishan.
But Qiongqi continued to walk forward without even looking at Wen Haishan.
After learning the whole story, Wen Haishan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his momentum suddenly disappeared, and he almost fainted.
The Daotian Holy Liquid was stolen.
The curse of a thousand disasters backfires!
Why is his grandson's life so miserable?
"Where is the person who stole the holy liquid? I will smash him to pieces!"
"It has turned into blood mist and we have cleared it out!" said Zhao Changhe.
"How could this happen! I just met Chen'er, and we haven't even had a home-cooked meal together! I still have a lot to say to him! Why did this happen?" Wen Haishan fell to the ground, distraught.
"Master, please accept my condolences!" An old man in black robe appeared and comforted softly.
He had been hit by Huang Yingxiong before and was seriously injured. His breath was very weak. When he learned that Xiao Chen was dead, his face became even uglier.
He felt sad. How could such a good child like Xiao Chen be gone just like that?
Soon Xiao Zhenbei, Wen Wanrong, and Xiao Lingtian arrived.
Looking at Xiao Chen's body wrapped in gray lines, the three were dumbfounded.
"Chen'er... is dead?" Xiao Zhenbei couldn't believe it, his voice trembled, and his heart ached suddenly.
At this moment, all the grudges between father and son were forgotten, and the sadness of losing his eldest son surged into his heart.
Xiao Zhenbei felt like he was about to suffocate.
How can a living person just disappear like that?
He originally planned to take the initiative to bow his head and reconcile with Xiao Chen!
Why did God suddenly play such a big joke on him? Was he going to regret it for the rest of his life?
He spent his whole life pursuing fame, wealth and family honor, neglecting the fact that he was also a father.
But humans are not plants or trees, so who can be heartless?
Even though he had many dissatisfactions with his eldest son, he was still his own son after all.
Watching his son's body passing by in front of him was like having flesh cut out of his heart, and it was so painful that he wanted to die.
"I was wrong, I was really wrong, Chen'er, I'm sorry as your father!" Xiao Zhenbei burst into tears.
At this moment, he finally began to reflect on himself!
"Chen'er! My Chen'er!" Wen Wanrong cried out in grief, her eyes turned black, and she fainted. She was supported by the maid beside her and taken aside.
Xiao Lingtian had a complicated expression. He didn't expect that the curse he had cast before would actually come true.
But at this moment, he didn't feel much joy.
"Lingtian, this is the Qingling Fruit. Eating it can nourish your Dantian!"
"But brother, this is a gift from father. I am not worthy of eating it!"
"Silly boy, what belongs to my brother is yours, eat it with confidence!"
"Thank you brother!"
"Lingtian, this is the Demon Slayer Sword. It's your birthday gift from your brother!"
"Brother, you entered the Fierce Mountain and were seriously injured, just to prepare this spiritual sword for me? It's too dangerous, don't do it next time!"
"It's okay, as long as you like it! I know you like that knife. Only people in the first realm can enter that secret realm. If I don't go, who will?"
"Brother, you are so good to me. Will you always protect me and take care of me like this?"
"Will do."
Suddenly, memories of his youth flooded into his mind, and Xiao Lingtian seemed to have returned to ten years ago.
At that time, he was still young and Xiao Chen was older than him.
Xiao Chen was born with a king body, while he only had a heavenly rank aptitude.
The eyes of the entire Zhenbei Palace were focused on Xiao Chen. He was a little unknown and not many people paid attention to him.
All the spiritual fruits, precious weapons, and opportunities were first delivered to Xiao Chen, but Xiao Chen always let him choose first.
At that time, they were both children with simple minds.
The person Xiao Lingtian is closest to is Xiao Chen.
In his heart, Xiao Chen is closer to him than his parents.
Because his parents' eyes are always on Xiao Chen, but Xiao Chen regards him as a treasure.
At that time, Xiao Chen was born with a royal physique, a quality not only never seen in Zhenbei Palace, but also rare in the entire history of Daxia.
He was so dazzling, so dazzling that the equally outstanding Xiao Lingtian was so humble that he could only look up to him.
It was because of this that dissatisfaction and resentment gradually grew in the heart of the young Xiao Lingtian.
He is also a genius, why should he only live in the shadow of his brother?
The most despairing thing was that his brother's brilliance was so bright that he saw no hope of catching up.
So, as Xiao Lingtian grew up, he turned evil and always wanted Xiao Chen to die.
But when Xiao Chen really died!
But he just couldn't be happy.
In his heart, there are two of him, diametrically opposed to each other.
One is his naive childhood.
"Brother, I don't have a brother anymore!"
"Brother, I'm sorry!"
One is him after he turned evil.
"If he dies, no one will compete with you!"
"Xiao Lingtian, why are you sad? If you're happy, you should laugh out loud!"
The two Xiao Lingtians were pulling fiercely in his mind, causing him to have a splitting headache!
In the end, Xiao Lingtian's eyes turned red, and he knelt on the ground, crying loudly!
"Xiao Chen, why?"
"Why are you better than me in every way, like the blazing sun, shining in all directions, while I can only live in your shadow forever."
"Why are you so nice to me!"
"Am I wrong? I just don't want to live in your shadow forever!"
"I'm not wrong, you're in my way and you deserve to die!"
Gradually, the sadness in Xiao Lingtian's eyes dissipated and returned to being cold again.
Not long after, Qiongqi left Taixu Sect and headed towards the temple of Hongchidao, where there was a divine coffin that could keep Xiao Chen's body from decaying for a thousand years.
Soon, the news of Xiao Chen's death spread throughout the world.
The whole world was shocked.
"Impossible, Brother Chen can't be dead!" Xu Potian couldn't believe it.
"Brother is dead? I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" Thunderstorm roared.
"How could he die?" Ye Lanxi was struck by lightning.
"What a shame that a legend has come to an end!"
"He is the brightest pearl in my secular world. God is jealous of his talent!"
"From now on, there will be no more dual cores in the world!"
Many people sighed.
But almost at the same time, the god hidden in the barren mountains next to Xiongwu City appeared in the world, and the news of the Blue Moon Clan's invasion and mass killing spread, suppressing the heat of Xiao Chen's death.
The human race is about to face a catastrophe, and all forces are very nervous. A large number of strong people have rushed to Xiongwu City to resist the Blue Moon Clan and protect the civilians of Xiongwu City.
After setting a target, Qiongqi ran wildly with Xiao Chen in his arms and soon arrived at a dangerous place.
This is a valley surrounded by ancient forests.
The ancient trees covered the sky, blocking most of the sunlight.
"Lao Qiong, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so sad?" The Red Bandit appeared.
"Dust boy is dead."
"What the hell! Even if you die, the young master won't die!"