At this moment, Chu Jingzhe vaguely heard a more snuff sound.

He looked up and saw an old man in rags and holding a crutch in his hand sitting weakly at the foot of the mountain where bones were piled up.

He lacked a leg, making his whole body look thinner, like a dead grass, shaking in the cold wind.

Next to the old man, there was also a boy in his teens. His face was purple from the cold and his hands were even red, and he was holding the old man.

"Children, this is my last time to see you, because I don't have much time left!" The old man's voice was even more swallowed, his breath was weak, and it was obvious that his life was not much left.

"This is the last bloodline of our lineage. It's a pity that I can't watch him grow up!" There was regret and helplessness in his weak words.

"Grandpa of the Grandpa!" The little boy shook the old man's arm, tears flowing in his eyes, but he still held it over and did not let him stay.

Looking at the young great-grandson, the old man's eyes were full of love and reluctance. Their clan was once a famous existence on the mainland. He once followed the Supreme Lingtian to bathe in the bloody pass and made his name famous.

In that battle, too many powerful Gaidens and heroes were buried. Their clan was almost full of loyalty and martyrs, and the rest were all the elderly, weak, women and children.

The entire family, generations, were damaged in that battle, and most of the corpses were buried under this towering mountain.

Because the old man broke one of his legs, he retreated to the back to recuperate. That is, during the period when he was recuperating, the battle between the gods broke out and all the children of the family fell.

Fortunately, the mainland survived to the end of this battle between the gods, and the Seven Secrets turned the tide and won.

However, this battle buried countless heroic souls of powerful men, and countless tribes disappeared directly from the continent.

I thought that after the fierce battle, a peaceful and prosperous era was about to come, but unfortunately, they were wrong.

For their own selfish desires, those supreme Taoist sects joined forces to break through Lingtian City. Even the tribes that followed the Supreme Lineage were implicated and were all washed away by blood.

Now, in addition to their old disabled family, there is only this teenage child left.

Even though it has been a thousand years, the crackdown on these forces has never stopped.

The most recent time was ten years ago. Although they swallowed their anger and lived in seclusion in the mountains, they were still found. This time, he was the only one who escaped with the child who was still in his infancy.

That kind of tragic is hard to describe, but compared to the bloody battle in Lingtian City back then, they are still fine.

However, this bloody hatred cannot be repaid, and the heart is full of hatred and cannot be relieved.

After experiencing the tragic tragedy of several generations, he had already given up on the idea of ​​revenge. Now, he only thinks that the only remaining seedling can grow up safely and live an ordinary and ordinary life.

Unfortunately, this is a luxury for them. The pursuit has never stopped. They have been hiding and living a displaced life for many years. I don’t know when it will be the only one.

Moreover, after he left, the child was alone, so how to survive was his biggest worry.

Over the years, he has lived a walking corpse life, and his only hope is to raise this child to adulthood. Although it is extremely difficult, he still wants to live a few more years.

But the deadline is approaching and I can't turn the world back.

Fortunately, I recently learned that the Supreme lineage actually survived with blood. This may be the only good news I have heard in recent years.

He also thought about entrusting the child to Lingtian City, but eventually gave up this idea because he didn't want to get this child involved and repeat the tragedy of several generations of their clan.

So, over the years, he has not let his children practice, he just wants him to be an ordinary person.

But other than that, he couldn't think of any other place to go.

He knew that the deadline was approaching, so he only thought of bringing the only seedlings in his family to worship his relatives before he died.

"Poor child! After I leave, there will be no relative in the whole world!" The old man stretched out his rough hand and stroked the little boy's purple-cold face.

At this moment, the old man could no longer hold it back, and tears rolled down.

The little boy's clear eyes were filled with sadness. He quickly reached out and held Grandpa's hand, and said anxiously: "Grandpa will not die. When Chuan'er grows up, he must respect Grandpa with good filial piety!"

In fact, he knew very well that Grandpa’s life was not much.

"Child, don't cry. The men of our Gu family stand tall and strong, and don't cry!" But even though that was the case, the old man himself was already full of tears.

In the distance, Chu Jingzhe watched this scene quietly, and his heart was extremely heavy. He did not know the relationship between the two ancestors and grandchildren and the Chu family, but he analyzed it from this situation and the old man's words.

He should be here to worship his relatives or children.

Needless to say, the people he worships are just under this mountain of corpses that stretch for countless miles.

Alas! Another extremely desolate scene!

Chu Jingzhe felt extremely uncomfortable, but just as he was about to walk up, Chu Jingzhe's eyebrows moved and saw a spear breaking through the void, carrying a horrifying murderous intent and suddenly shot over.

Seeing this, the old man's eyes suddenly became bloody and endless murderous intent exploded in his eyes. He suddenly stood up and shouted: "Thieves!"

I saw him suddenly raise the crutch in his hand and greet the spear that was flying in.

"Boom..." With a loud bang, the crutch in the old man's hand exploded and turned into powder. His right arm was also bleeding and his body flew out.

But despite this, his other hand still grabbed the little boy.

The old man's cultivation is in the Great Saint realm, but he is already injured. In addition, he is old and weak, how can he withstand this domineering blow?

You know, the person who just threw this spear still has his cultivation level above him.

"puff……"

The two grandparents and grandchildren fell to the ground, and the old man coughed up blood.

"Grandpa Grandpa!" The little boy was shocked and quickly got up and helped the old man up. However, he lost his crutch and was seriously injured, even standing was a problem.

However, the old man's eyes were filled with a huge amount of hatred. He hated the whole family and the deep blood hatred of several generations. How could he not hate it?

He hated even more that these guys actually killed all of them and found this place. It is estimated that even the last seedling of their clan could not be saved.

Over the years, the old man has seen too many cruel killings, and those butchers' swords ruthlessly swung them towards his tribe members and his descendants.

"Haha, old guy, it's really not easy to find you over the years!" A sneer came from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, several men who exuded a terrifying aura walked out of the broken void, each with a murderous intent surging, with a sneer on their faces.
Chapter completed!