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"act recklessly."

As the leader of the beasts, how could he allow him to ignore and be arrogant like this? The Dragon King of Jinzhe spread his huge wings, and a layer of golden mysterious aura lingered on his body like armor.

Whoosh!

It turned into a golden edge and whistled away, which would inevitably tear it into two halves.

"Chen Mo." Nangong Bingqin exclaimed. He pushed away Li Shengshu's palm and stepped on his delicate body.

Almost at the same time, the uncle beside her also burst into a strong wind and rose into the air.

Don't hurt my eldest son. The little Ba turned into a green light and rushed over.

Seeing that the Golden Dragon King, who was like a hawk, was about to come to his face.

With a loud bang, Chen Mo shot out from all over his body, and the angel of light in the sea of ​​consciousness had turned into a human form and was about to break out of the air.

Suddenly, a huge silver palm print was slapped out of thin air from above the peak, like a layer of clouds with lightning, and slapped it down with one palm.

boom.

The silver palm print hit Jinzhe Dragon King Tengfei's body, causing it to wail with a bitter wail and fell straight down.

Bang.

A huge palm print appeared directly on the ground. The head of Jinzhe Dragon King lay down in the palm print. With his cultivation level of a peak twelfth level monster, he barely endured this powerful blow.

Who is it?

Chen Mo frowned and temporarily slowed down the summoning Lulu.

But the scene just now was quickly replaying in his mind. Such a palm was definitely not from the hands of disciples of various sects. In front of him, Xiao Ba who transformed into a illusion and Nangong Bingqin who rushed over were blocking his side.

"Who. Who dares to beat me?"

The Dragon King Jinzhe was frightened and angry, and roared loudly. He was so distressed that he no longer loved him. A king of beasts was photographed over and over again, so how could he have the face?

Oh ~

I looked up and felt a scream like a throat-breaking sound, but my mouth was suddenly stunned.

Suddenly, the person it least wanted to see was uncle.

The uncle stomped on the dragon head that had not yet reacted, like a god of war from the sky.

"Broken Tail Dragon, you are so brave, dare to bully my son?"

Bang!

The huge "dragon head" was stepped into the ground. The ground seemed to have been blown up with a gravel pit, and a burst of gravel shot out.

son?

Chen Mo's heart skipped a beat and stared at the visitor in surprise. This is not true. One of the purposes of coming to the ancient ruins of Shengyuan this time was to find his father who had unknown life and death. But in fact, he had already made mental preparations. As long as he could find his corpse, it would be a blessing.

But this uncle...

The uncle's appearance instantly immediately caused everyone and the beasts to be stunned and looked at the uncle who was stepping on the dragon head.

The Dragon King Jinzhe reacted quickly and quietly put his broken tail under his wings. His forelimbs pulled two pieces of gravel around his head, burying the huge dragon head directly. He finished silently, and he didn't dare to breathe. He was joking, right? He, didn't he want to go out long ago? Now that the gate of the ancient ruins of the Shengyuan was wide open, how could he have not left yet?

Also, I just said it was his son? It's over... Let's talk about the dragon tail, I can't even protect the dragon whip. Madam, I'm sorry to you, wuwu...

The beasts were frightened, all the cheers and screams disappeared, silent.

Monsters of different shapes moved their steps carefully and slowly retreated.

As if he was hit by an electric current, he turned sideways and rolled down from a rock, revealing his head timidly, full of horror.

Humph...

The porcupine, whose nose was gone, groaned a few times, and its anxious emotions could not hide its timidity. After striking two turns, he made up his mind and jumped up from a rock with his butt, trying to take the opportunity to slip away.

boom!

Before the pig's body had fallen to the ground, a powerful energy was hit in the air. It blew up and hit the rock monster with a whistle. The two monsters rolled several times and stopped at the place they least wanted to come, next to the uncle.

The porcupine thought to himself that his ancestors had a saying that they always remembered in their hearts. The dead pig was not afraid of boiling water. At this time, it was exactly the same as the rock monster, and they held their breath and pretended to be "dead pig".

Seeing this, the monsters who wanted to escape had long lost their plans. They all lay on the ground honestly, trying not to highlight themselves. Past experience tells them that they will die quickly.

The uncle standing on the dragon head was particularly excited. His vicissitudes and melancholy eyes were covered by a layer of water waves. He trembledly raised his five fingers and six storage rings with his palms, and he was holding the slightly twisted bamboo tube between his fingers, staring blankly at Chen Mo not far away.

"Son...son, I, I, I am your father."

The uncle shook his dry lips and said a word intermittently but like a bombshell.

Click...

The thunder sound at the peak sky had not dissipated yet, and a white lightning struck.

A thunderbolt seemed to explode in Chen Mo's heart, but it could not break the haze he had buried in his heart for nearly twenty years.

In an instant, the blood boiled, making his meridians almost burst, and his clenched fists trembled like never before.

He gritted his teeth and clattered.

The scene of the father and son meeting appeared in his heart for many times. It seemed like he was performing deliberately, thinking about throwing himself into his father's arms and crying about his sadness and longing for so many years. All of this has been practiced in his mind for many times.

And now, when it comes to this day, my father is so close that he is no longer a vague image and an illusory dream.

However, for some reason, a powerful anger burned in his body, almost destroying his strong will.

Maybe, this is about hatred because of love.

"Chen Mo, he...ah."

Nangong Bingqin walked to Chen Mo and touched his strong arms. She wanted to ask what was going on, but when he turned around, his eyes were full of anger that had not dissipated, and his whole body trembled in shock.

"How is this uncle Chen Mo's father?" How could Li Shengshu not know him? He was robbed of him.

He snorted coldly: "It turns out that dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes."

"Senior brother, this uncle is actually Chen Mo's father?" Zhao Fulong shook his bruised lips. It was hard to believe.

"Hmph, he will definitely not end up stealing into the ancient ruins of the Holy Abyss." Li Shengshu looked at the visitor coldly, and hated him so much that he made up his mind to make an explanation when he came out of the ancient ruins.

But he didn't know that this uncle had hit the Tianlei List with three punches seventeen years ago. He ranked fourth in tens of thousands of years and was terrifying, but he stepped into the ancient ruins of the Holy Abyss in one step. Chen Zhengyang, who lived here for a long time.

In order to practice, he used his unique artifact to resist the sword-like gale wind, and then stayed in the ancient ruins full of spiritual energy and abundant cultivation resources for seventeen years. Finally, when the gale wind weakened, the ancient ruins opened again.

This explains that the disciples of various sects who came to the ancient ruins of Shengyuan this time did not get any spiritual herbs worth mentioning, but encountered a group of disabled and extremely vicious monsters.

"Hahaha, okay, I'm worthy of being my son of Chen Zhengyang. If you have a temper, if you are angry, just give me a message to my dad, so there's no need to make things difficult for a little girl."

The uncle called himself Chen Zhengyang, raised his head and laughed happily. In his slightly closed eyes, tears like broken corners of his eyes wet his rich beard.

"Chen Zhengyang?"

The disciples of Tianlei Dao were familiar with him and widened their eyes. Although their parents did not mention him at all, his "great achievements" were circulated in the sects. Especially his famous name, which had been ranked fourth on the Tianlei List before, and it was difficult to imagine if you didn't know...

Huh...

Chen Mo's knuckles were white, and the boiling blood was now hard to suppress him. He shook off the jade palm that Nangong Bingqin was holding.

Bang!

A splatter of gravel was splashing under his feet, and the man had already raised a fist as big as a sandbag and soared into the air.

Click...

Almost as soon as he soared into the air, it seemed that the sky wanted to stop his rage, and a thunderous thunder broke out.

"Chen Mo doesn't want it." Nangong Bingqin stepped up her lotus feet and chased after her.

And Chen Zhengyang stood above the "dragon head" and closed his eyes covered with water patterns.

Huh ~

A storm of fist came, causing Chen Zhengyang's black and slightly curly hair to shake.

Chen Mo's heart twitched suddenly, as if it was torn apart, or as if it was pierced into a deep barb. His eyes were stunned, and the tears that Chen Zhengyang slid on his cheek reflected his figure.

Suddenly, his energy was full of energy and he rotated in the air, and his fist almost whizzed past him while rubbing against Chen Zhengyang's beard.

After landing, he took two steps in a row before he stabilized his body.

"Chen Mo, since he is an uncle, you should listen to his explanation."

Nangong Bingqin has already stood in front of Chen Zhengyang. She had heard Chen Hao mention Chen Mo's life experience a long time ago, but she didn't expect that she would meet her here.

"Junior brother calm down. Miss Nangong is right. He is your father after all."

Chen Jun hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him. He even knew more about Chen Zhengyang's past than Chen Mo, but he also understood his mood at the moment.

"Hmph, what a father. When he put me in Qingzhou twenty years ago, did he think that he was a father?"

Perhaps these are the knots that Chen Mo will never untie. He has been coldly jealous since childhood. As a father, how could he escape responsibility?

Boss, we are not sad. Xiao Ba's eyes are filled with tears, and he feels so distressed.

"Son, I..."

Chen Zhengyang's heart was like a knife at this time. The grudges and hatreds of the previous generation affected his son, so how could he be willing?

"What a loving father and son."

Suddenly, a charming voice echoed above the peak from afar.

"If I guess correctly, Mrs. Butterfly is here."

Yuan Haocang said with a heavy expression, obviously he was moved by the story of the father and son's reunion for 20 years.

Zhao You shook his palm in front of Yuan Haocang in a daze, and his heart was filled with a stir.

"It's over, Brother Cang won't have any problems with his eyes, right? Everyone is in front of him and hasn't seen it yet."

The transformed butterfly lady flapped her huge blue wings and fell down and stopped in the air.
Chapter completed!