Chapter 33 His Daughter

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Longhan, northern border.

A girl in a black dress hugged her knees and huddled under a banyan tree. She seemed to blend in with the surrounding desolate and dilapidated scene, and passers-by turned a blind eye to her.

"It hurts... it hurts..."

The sudden swelling and pain in the depths of her mind made the girl groan subconsciously. Her consciousness was spinning. In a trance, a white jade hand reached out to her.

The girl raised her head, and as the silver-white moonlight fell, she saw a charming and charming white fox face, and the pain disappeared in an instant.

She gently held the jade hand, as if grasping the return journey of the waves in the world.

"A fate that lasts forever, a dream that lasts forever, Phoenix of Beishan, it's time for you to wake up."

"Who are you?"

"He is your father, and I am his wife. You should call me...mother." Bai Hu'er slowly leaned down and pressed his delicate red lips lightly on the girl's forehead.

"Mother..."

With a murmur, the girl suddenly opened her eyes, and the continuous black flame burst out, spreading outward from her body, burning everything in the void, and the ground was red for thousands of miles.

"cracking!"

The cry of the phoenix resounded across the sky, and the shadow of an ancient phoenix hovered in the sky, overlooking the dark night.

She woke up.

"Two thousand years later..."

Beihuang looked around blankly: "The spiritual energy is revived, the past life comes first, the dead are reincarnated and reborn, living the second life, a new era, the golden age."

She sat down cross-legged and began to receive memories: from various countries competing for hegemony, to the unearthing of ancient ruins, to the birth of a nation-level reincarnation, and finally to a live broadcast.

"The tomb of Yan Chixia, the best in the world a thousand years ago...ha."

a long time.

She sneered and looked to the southeast, her disdain unconcealed: "Times have really changed. How dare a mere Jindan junior dare to claim to be number one? I don't know what that means!"

"However, since these ants have already awakened from their past lives, my father and master must have arrived earlier. When I find their coordinates...are they all in Jiangzhou?"

Beihuang closed his eyes for a moment, and a trace of doubt flashed across his phoenix eyes: "Hey, why is there father's aura in the tomb of the number one in the world? Does father recognize him?"

"No matter, let's go to Jiangzhou to meet up with my father and master first."

While thinking.

Beihuang stood up, opened his mouth slightly, and took a deep breath: the fire essence in the aura within a hundred miles radius was suddenly stripped out automatically, poured into his lower abdomen, and condensed into demon essence.

Blink to build the foundation.

This level of advancement is astonishing and makes others envious!

Actually.

Now this world no longer has the power of ancient times. If it were in the prehistoric times millions of years ago, Beihuang would not even need to practice independently, and he would be above Nascent Soul from birth.

After all, compared to the human race, the innate demon clan is more in line with the laws of heaven and earth, and the Phoenix clan is the best among them. It is not an exaggeration to call them the sons of the great road.

"The foundation building period... In this era, self-protection should be enough." Beihuang caressed his flat and smooth belly and was about to leave for the station to catch the train.

At this time.

An exclamation suddenly came from my ears.

"Help, there's a monster!"

Beihuang Liu frowned slightly and followed the sound: a white-haired lolita was running towards her with a face full of fear, followed closely by a sexy catwoman with huge slender shoulders.

Cross paths.

The girl turned around and shouted anxiously:

"It's a monster, run!"

Beihuang was unmoved and just glanced sideways at Catwoman: the indifferent eyes showed the ancient and profound pressure of the superior, and Catwoman knelt on the spot like a conditioned reflex...

Like a sculpture!