Stab la la.
A trace of thunder appeared from the corner of Lin Tian's eyes, evaporating the line of tears.
At the last moment when Holy Tribulation Thirteen's will disappeared, the sadness made Lin Tian feel sad for some reason.
Countless memories appear and disappear in an instant.
Lin Tian only saw the first glimpse.
Wu Wanjie was originally a poor young man from an orphanage, but he entered the military because of his excellent qualifications.
In Junwu, he met the best friend in his life.
Liu Zihua.
Liu Zihua is so dazzling, so dazzling that no matter how excellent Wu Wanjie's qualifications are, he is just a green leaf to accompany Liu Zihua.
Of course Wu Wanjie didn't care.
Until, Liu Zihua was promoted to the fifth level of general during his sophomore year. On that day, the sun rose across the sky, and the old sage Lingwu appeared in front of Liu Zihua who was going through the tribulation.
"Are you willing to be my disciple, Wu Linsheng?"
The Great Sun Martial Saint asked in front of the entire Yanjing.
"Master!"
Liu Zihua knelt before the old sage Lingwu.
"Liu Zihua, you will rise and become the most dazzling human martial saint after me!"
The old sage Lingwu said this, and the human race was shocked and happy.
A generation of blazing sun is about to truly rise!
In the audience, Wu Wanjie looked at his dazzling friend and the unattainable No. 1 Martial Saint. He was excited and felt happy for his friend from the bottom of his heart.
"This is my friend, he is destined to be brilliant to the extreme!"
He said this happily, and suddenly found that the old saint Lingwu had noticed him, his eyes were complicated for a moment, and then he moved away.
Is it an illusion?
Wu Wanjie smiled indifferently, how could he attract the attention of the Martial Saint?
Until one day.
"Should I call you Old Sage Lingwu, or should I call you father?"
In the main hall, Wu Wanjie looked directly at the old sage Lingwu, expecting.
"You should call me chief."
The man on the high seat said calmly:
"The human race does not need Wu Linsheng who was born as a father. What the human race needs is the old sage Lingwu who keeps killing people."
Wu Wanjie's expression suddenly changed, his heart trembled, and the man continued to speak:
"Just like, the human race needs Liu Zihua to become my disciple and continue to shoulder the responsibility of the human race after me, and..."
He looked at Wu Wanjie and paused in his voice:
"Rather than being the son of an old sage of Lingwu, your appearance will only cause a shock to the situation and make the army unstable."
Wu Wanjie opened his mouth, inexplicable bitterness brewing, turning into the strongest jealousy and hatred.
Wu Linsheng died a long time ago. In the eyes of the old saint Lingwu, his family has long been gone, only the entire human race.
Because he was worried that his reputation would be too great, he was not allowed to appear as the son of the old sage Lingwu, which would affect Liu Zihua's absolute status as the military prince.
What a great old Lingwu sage, what a great Liu Zihua.
One is my father and the other is my best friend.
But they want to erase my past and make me the last person who should not exist!
This is the memory brought to Lin Tian when the Holy Tribulation Thirteen died.
Before Wu Wanjie's death, his will and body transformed into the Holy Tribulation Secret Realm.
The Thirteenth Holy Tribulation is one of his wills.
Because Lin Tian became the first foreign genius to obtain a thousand Holy Tribulation Leaves, all the Holy Tribulation Thirteen came to kill him.
Until the last will was to kill Lin Tian, but he sensed the [Xingtian Tu Dao] or the deformation bead in Lin Tian's body.
The severed arm should have been given to Liu Zihua by Wu Wanjie, so Shengjie Thirteen determined that Lin Tian was Liu Zihua's successor, and did not kill Lin Tian, but turned it into the purest spiritual energy to nourish Lin Tian.
There was a hint of complexity in Lin Tian's eyes.
He knew why the jealous castle was called that.
The letter I received yesterday should have been filled with the word 'jealousy'.
Wu Wanjie is one of the Thirteen Fierce Suns and a human martial saint. His future will not be darkened by the development of this memory.
His life should be glorious.
Until death on the battlefield.
Lin Tianru thought that he was a very selfish person precisely because he was an orphan like Wu Wanjie.
So he could feel the feeling of jealousy to anger.
Buzz!
[Psychic power: one thousand three thousand six hundred and ninety-one]
The mental power is level four.
The mental power of Holy Tribulation Thirteen directly doubled Lin Tian's mental power.
And the qi and blood in Lin Tian's body reached a terrifying figure.
[Qi and blood: seventy-one thousand nine hundred and ninety-four]
Holy Tribulation Thirteen brought Lin Tian five thousand Holy Tribulation Leaves, which were converted into Qi and blood, which was fifteen thousand.
In addition, Lin Tian had obtained the Holy Tribulation Leaves from killing the red-haired giants and those Holy Tribulation creatures.
Lin Tian has obtained more than 8,000 Holy Tribulation Leaves.
"Thank you." Lin Tian said quietly in his heart.
He finally understood why Liu Zihua told him that after coming out of the Holy Tribulation, no one would be able to stop him.
Liu Zihua had calculated everything correctly, and now Lin Tian has fulfilled more than Liu Zihua's expectations.
There is also the expectation of the human race Lieyang who fell outside the clan and is still unwilling to accept his death.
Suddenly, a heavy feeling appeared on my shoulders.
The other party has been waiting for me for a long, long time.
The blood-red sun dyed the entire earth inexplicably desolate, and the cracks in the purple-red Qiongtian seemed to be getting bigger.
The early wind is lingering with scruples and bitterness, blowing over the blood-soaked earth, and the dust stirred up reveals withering and struggle.
Someone was walking forward quietly.
…………
"kill!"
"Hahaha, three thousand nine hundred and ninety-one, three thousand nine hundred and ninety-two..."
Morodo's strong body continued to impact among the groups of holy tribulation creatures that were like beasts, and his whole body was soaked in blood.
"I never rested and kept killing, number three thousand nine hundred and ninety-three!"
"In terms of hard work, I don't think I, Mo Luo, is any worse than others, number three thousand nine hundred and ninety-four!"
He kept smiling, fighting like a machine that didn't know how to get tired.
"How did Changge describe me before..., Volume!"
"I am King Juan!"
"four thousand!"
He laughed and blasted away with his fist seals, and one by one the holy tribulation creatures died.
That's when.
"Holy Tribulation Leaves, the first genius to win five thousand appears!"
The indifferent voice sounded again, and Mo Luo, who was still fighting for blood, was stunned for a moment.
"Did I count wrongly? I missed a thousand?"
He frowned and began to remember in the next moment.
Otherwise, when he counted to four thousand, the supervisor said that the first person to get five thousand would appear.
Then, while Morodo was still meditating, the voice of the overseer sounded again.
"The Immortal Clan, Shan Cang!"
this……
Morodo felt his heart beat suddenly, and then turned into deathly silence.
"It's that guy again, sharp palletizing!"
Morodo cursed a classic demon national quintessence.
He was angry.
at the same time.
In the Holy Tribulation World, each genius looked at Qiong Tian in shock.
"Ahhhhh!"
On the way to the Castle of Envy, someone screamed.
"What's wrong, Shanzhen, is it so painful to cooperate with our Yu clan?"
Yu Jie and other Yu Clan geniuses looked towards Shanzhen.
"He's still alive, he's still alive!"
"It's over!"
Shan Zhen hugged his face and screamed, why didn't that guy die in the hands of Holy Tribulation Thirteen?
All the geniuses looked at the mountain town at this moment and felt baffled.
Yu Jie was in a daze. He seemed to have seen someone show such an expression before.
Who is coming?
Feathered raccoon.
Yes, it's Yu Li. That guy Yu Li went to the human race once. After he came back, his whole person was not right. He was afraid of this and that.
"Is it that Shan Cang?"
With a rough and wild voice, the Golden Winged Feather Tribe came to Shanzhen.
"It's...it's him." Shanzhen said in a panic.
"Hahaha, interesting!"
The Golden Winged Feather Clan laughed, with arrogance and domineering expression in their eyes.
pS: Day 1, Chapter 5.
