Chapter 582

When the figure came out of the misty fog, Long Yang's body couldn't help trembling slightly.

Although he knew that all this was a fantasy and his own demons.

Although he knew that all this would have to be faced sooner or later.

Although he knew that the man was outside.

Nevertheless, when Long Yang saw the man who gave him life and affected his life coming towards him, his body was still trembling. The fingernails clenched his fists deeply pierced into the meat, and the blood seeped out, but he could not feel a trace of pain.

"Long Yang, seven years have passed in the twinkling of an eye. You have grown up and become the youngest wuzun in Wanwu mainland."

"I'm very proud of you, and your mother is very proud of you."

Long Zefeng walked to Long Yang with a smile and put his hands on his son's shoulder. His face was filled with an endless smile of pride.

Long Yang wanted to avoid long Zefeng's hands, but his feet seemed to have roots and couldn't move at all.

"I know you hate my incompetent father."

"You can hate my father, but you can't hate your mother."

"You can see that your mother has changed a lot in the past seven years, and her face is no longer happy. She has been thinking of you and looking for you."

"Come back, come back to us, go back to your real home, and you will never be wronged or hurt in the future."

Long Zefeng held his son in his arms, full of guilt.

Long Yang still didn't move. When he thought of his mother, tears couldn't help flowing down.

"I... Want to... Go home..."

Long Yangfu was in his father's arms, and a long lost warmth spread all over his body.

However, the warmth in my heart soon became cool.

A big palm had been pressed on his elixir field. As soon as the star power vomited, he flew out on his back, and blood and tears drew a shocking line in the air.

With a bang, his body hit the hard object, bounced back and fell to the ground.

Long Yang lay quietly in a pool of blood. It was clearly the hot blood flowing from his body, but it made him feel cold into his bone marrow and soul.

As impressive as before.

"You really let me down."

"How could I have given birth to your traitor son? It's a shame for me."

"I'm the leader of the dragon's gate, the largest sect in Tianlong holy land. How dare you let go of the demons of the demon family and make me lose face in front of all the children of the dragon family."

"Today, I will kill my relatives, destroy your accomplishments and drive you out of the dragon's gate. I will never step into the Tianlong holy land.

The scene of that year was vivid, and every word was like a needle in my heart.

"Everything is an illusion."

Blood flowed out of the body. Long Yang's face was soaked in his own blood, and a voice kept shouting in his heart.

I don't know whether the illusion means that everything in front of him is an illusion, or that everything he thinks in his heart is an illusion.

Maybe he can't tell.

A footstep sounded, and then a familiar voice sounded in his ear:

"Why?"

"Why are you still holding such childish fantasies after seven years of experience?"

"Destroying your accomplishments and planting a Taixu blood Dragon Seal curse in your body is to completely cut off the last glimmer of hope that you may practice again, so that you can't live longer than 18 years old."

"I never thought that you could not only practice again, but also resist the Taixu blood Dragon Seal curse. You lived to the age of 20 and became the youngest wuzun in Wanwu mainland at the age of 19."

"In that case, why don't you learn a lesson and hold such childish fantasies?"

"If people know that you are still alive and have such strong strength, what will the people of Longmen, Tianlong holy land and even the whole Wanwu continent think of me as the leader of Longmen?"

"They will think that I have deceived Longmen, Tianlong holy land and all the warriors in the world!"

"My life is based on honesty, morality first and faith for a living! How can I bear the crime of deception, as 10000 men point out!"

"You have brought me a disgrace, and you will never bring me a second disgrace."

"I gave you your life, so I took it back myself."

"Remember, if there is an afterlife, don't hold such childish fantasies, and don't be my son of long Zefeng again."

Long Zefeng stood there ruthlessly, looking at his son lying in a pool of blood, slowly raised his palm and killed him.

"Naive fantasy?"

Long Yang suddenly gave a sneer, which made long Zifeng's action stagnate.

"In this world, I have many friends worthy of my wholehearted efforts and sincere trust."

"There is another person, even if people all over the world betray me, she will not betray me and will always support me."

"My mother always believed that everything his son did was right, and my son always believed that my mother's eyes would not look at the wrong person."

"Although that man ruined my accomplishments and drove me out of the dragon's gate in front of all the disciples of the dragon's gate, my mother has been with him for so many years."

"That means my mother understands what he did."

"In life, we always face many difficult choices. Especially for a man, some things to protect are more important than his own life."

"Maybe my life is not as important as Longmen and Tianlong Holy Land in his heart, but I am also a man and I understand his choice."

"I can hate him for not being a father, but I can't hate his choice."

"I'm just a son. Is it childish to imagine that my father can see me better than everything?"

"If it is childish, let it be childish."

"As for you, you are just a devil who doesn't exist at all. What right do you have to make fun of me?"

……

In the ancient city of Tianyuan, everyone's eyes are on the sea refining magic array.

This kind of magic array that triggers the heart demons of martial artists is often more ferocious and terrible than the face-to-face battle of life and death.

A warrior may be very powerful, and his heart may be vulnerable.

"Are you okay?"

The purple orchid fairy saw that although the surface of long Dingtian was very calm, his trembling hands betrayed the tension at this moment, as if he was the person participating in the competition.

"For Long Yang, this game will be more terrible and cruel than the battle of life and death. No, for him, it is extremely cruel."

Long Dingtian knows Long Yang very well. That event must have been deeply rooted in his heart and become a lingering demon.

If it were him, he was not sure that he could defeat his demons, and Long Yang had just turned 20. Among the martial artists in Wanwu mainland, he could be said to be equivalent to a child. It was almost impossible to defeat his demons.

"Zai Feng, believe Long Yang, he is our son."

On the other hand, Dongfang Xianxiu also felt the fluctuation in her husband's heart and held her husband's hand tightly.

Long Zefeng nodded, but when he thought of the situation Long Yang was facing, his heart hurt fiercely.