Chapter 2655

The fighting in the eight wasteland sea area is in full swing. With the help of the battle array, the imperial alliance strongly resisted the fierce attack from the great chaos domain. Although Yang Fengfeng and his team fought hard, they completely regarded it as a training ground and a place to vent their anger. In the battle of Chifeng half a year ago, they suffered heavy casualties, but also because they were too seriously injured and failed to revenge. This is half a year, so they all hold their anger, boil their killing intention and attack continuously.

If you are injured and tired, go back to the back of incontinence Island, where there are two ancient trees that can provide life power. If the consumption is too large, it will immediately return to the incontinence Island, where it is constantly plundering the spiritual power from heaven and earth, which can be quickly supplemented and killed to the eight wasteland beast domain in its heyday again.

No one noticed the changes thousands of miles away, and no one thought of the tragedy taking place in the great chaotic field.

Although burying flowers did not directly participate in the war, they continued to draw energy from the sky and the sea, transformed into a huge creation sword through Tianjing mountain, chopped the eight wasteland beast territory, reinforced other Huangwu and brought great pressure to the Royal alliance.

The little boy was still bound by the buried flowers. He was not able to participate in the war, and he was not qualified to participate in the war. But this time, he was lucky to sit on Tianjing mountain and watch the battlefield in the distance. The continuous wonderful fighting had a great impact on him. Looking here and there with big eyes, he was almost too busy. His little mouth was not closed tightly and kept sending out childish exclamations.

That scene of collision was really exciting. Huge and powerful beasts ran across the sky, slammed the barrier, and powerful Huangwu pulled the energy of heaven and earth into a fierce attack. There were also mysterious weapons that burst into a magnificent and powerful attack.

Outside the island was a scene of disaster, full of madness and killing, but he was full of interest, and those scenes hit his consciousness like a heavy hammer, stimulating the restless blood in his body. He sighed from time to time, and kept clenching his fist, imagining that one day he would wave, pull the sky to collapse, and participate in such a war.

"Eh..." the boy suddenly noticed a staggering man walking at the foot of Tianjing mountain. The man was obviously tall, but his shoulders were drooping, his hair was scattered, and his body was blooming with light golden light. He was dragging a sharp sword in his hand. He staggered step by step and walked towards Tianjing mountain.

"Mother, there comes a strange man." the boy tilted his head and looked at the strange man strangely. Although he is very young, he can easily gather the spiritual power and gather it in any part of his body. He especially likes to look at the spiritual power in his eyes, which will make him see farther and more clearly.

The funeral flower has stood at the top of the mountain. The red skirt is like blood, floating gently, outlining her perfect posture. Her charming face is cold, but she can't hide the beauty of the country and the city. She silently looked at the man coming down the mountain for a long time... Her red lips gently opened: "that's your father."

"Hmm?" the boy raised his head and looked at his mother. He was very strange to his father's name.

"He is the man buried in the tombs. He is your father."

"He's alive?" the boy still didn't understand. After all, he didn't receive such education when he was young.

"He's alive."

"Then why did you bury him?"

"Buried in the past."

The boy looked at his mother with big black eyes. Although he couldn't understand it, he was a little happy. His little feet shook involuntarily, because in his memory, his mother had never talked to him so easily, let alone asked or said anything.

Burying flower eyes drooped slightly, looking at the boy around him, but his cold eyes gradually blurred, his red lips moved slightly, and said softly, "read son, don't blame me."

"Hmm?" the boy didn't hear clearly.

Burying flower gently picked up the boy, kissed his forehead and turned into tears in her eyes.

"Mother, what's the matter with you?" the boy was not used to it. His mother hugged him for the first time.

Burying the flower was hugging more and more tightly, and tears burst into her eyes. No matter how strong or indifferent, she was still a woman after all. The child in her arms was her only and all her sustenance. And now... She may lose all this.

"Mother? You tightened me." the boy was out of breath and twisted his body painfully.

"I'm going to leave for a period of time, maybe a few years, or even longer. You have to be strong and can't cry. Do you hear me?" burying flower looked at the boy dimly with tears.

"Where are you going? Can you take me? I'm responsible for protecting you!" the boy clenched his small fist.

The funeral flower suddenly smiled, but the tears that had just stopped slipped down her beautiful cheeks again.

"Ah... Mother, you smiled." the boy looked at the buried flowers in surprise and smiled: "mother, you are so beautiful."

Burying flower hugged the boy tightly and put him down after several times: "remember what I said. From today on, no matter what happens or what others tell you, don't leave Tianjing mountain within two years. You can't leave the island before you are ten years old. If I come back, I'll take you out and see the scenery outside. If I can't come back..."

"Can't come back?" no matter how young the boy was, he realized that his mother was abnormal.

The buried flower shook her head slowly. Without waiting for the boy to ask again, she waved and raised large petals, shrouded the boy and sealed him into Tianjing mountain. She closed her eyes, evaporated the tears on her face, stepped on the dancing blood petals and walked to Qin life. At the moment Qin Ming walked into the incontinence island with his sword, she noticed and understood.

In fact, as early as a year ago, she was aware of the killing intention that occasionally flashed in her consciousness, but the idea was very weak. She didn't care too much, and it's not sure whether it was the hatred for Qin life, the wishful thinking, or some special reason. But she had similar doubts in her heart, that is, the way of heaven may affect her through profound righteousness.

However, she firmly believes that she can control the idea and will, which is always a person's greatest potential and can burst out infinite power. As long as she holds her will, she can hold herself. She firmly believes that as long as she practices hard and safely controls the profound meaning, she can get rid of the influence of the way of heaven on her. She believed that even if one day, at least the king of Qin life could help. However, the moment she saw Qin Ming coming, she understood that things were not as simple as she thought, and the worst result came too early than she expected.

Qin Ming dragged the eternal sword to the foot of Tianjing mountain, slowly looked up and looked at the beautiful woman in blood in front of him. He was full of golden light, and the eternal sword was full of kingly power, but they were all suppressed by his efforts.

Burying flowers can clearly feel that the profound meaning of Yuan Ling began to change. It seems that they were stimulated by some kind of stimulation. The killing intention in their consciousness began to be clear, and the killing intention refers to the power in Qin Ming's body.

"Sorry..." Qin Ming's voice was hoarse and dared not look directly into the eyes of the buried flower.

The funeral flower didn't ask much. Since Qin Ming stood here, it showed that he really had to. Qin Ming not only has golden blood, but also shocking red blood. It may be Yue Qing, the hall Lord... And the mixed war king.

Funeral flower silently looked at Qin Ming. The handsome face not only adhered to his long hair, but also became dim and even distorted. Looking at this always strong man so down, she could almost feel the pain and sadness in his heart, and she could imagine his mood at the moment.

This scene, this moment, for them, the pain is Qin life.

"Don't go to see him within three years. If I can come back, I'll explain to him. If I can't come back... Let him leave." burying flowers whispered, which was her only nostalgia and only wish.

"HMM." Qin Ming's throat rolled slightly, and his hand holding the eternal sword trembled gently.