The Earth Conquers All Worlds

The reason why Yang Yi blurted out was completely an instinctive reaction.

His mother has a magic necklace, which can project a full-body image of a proud sheep and sheep with only a small amount of mana, internal energy, and blood power. He has seen it countless times since he was a child, and he will never admit it.

Although the person standing in the center of the arch bridge is five or six years older than the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy in the video, other parts, even the style and color of the clothes are exactly the same.

"Yang Yi...Yi'er, this..."

Not to mention him, even Ziyi Yangyang himself is extremely confused, shouldn't his son be that little baby?

Why did he suddenly become a middle-aged man with a square face?

He wasn't mentally prepared at all!

"Why are you so good, at what age did you enter the Qi refining stage?"

Proud Yangyang said with some disgust, and flew to Yang Yi's side. His spiritual consciousness had already determined that it was his blood, and the joy on his face could no longer be restrained.

"Thirty-four-year-old advanced Qi refiner... wait, Dad, don't move!"

Yang Yi first answered in shame, and then yelled again and again, making Ziyi Yangyang pause in doubt.

"Dad, let's verify again, can you show me your ray of mana, and let me complete the final test."

His face was extremely solemn, and even faintly carried some killing intent.

These experiences were gained by sacrificing countless talents, and for himself and the brothers around him, every step must be strictly implemented.

"for you."

The proud sheep and sheep had no choice but to hand out their own ray of red mana from the air.

With a serious face, Yang Yi took the wisp of mana and inspected it carefully for a long time, then handed it to a person beside him, who passed it to the next person after checking.

After a series of joint tests by five monks in the Qi refining period, four of them agreed and one abstained, passing.

"dad!"

Yang Yi cheered, and rushed towards the proud sheep, crashing into his arms.

Everyone around couldn't restrain the ecstasy. This kind of darkness, the days of hiding in Tibet are coming to an end, and their Blood Sea Guild will rule the land again.

Proud Yangyang couldn't adapt to a middle-aged man throwing himself into his arms, so he could only hold him in embarrassment.

In the extremely sensitive soul perception, there is not only a strong sense of intimacy in the blood, but also the indelible sense of alienation when facing a stranger.

He is still a baby over a hundred years old, so he has no experience in facing such things.

Maybe my younger sister will be able to chat with him, she is a chatterbox with everyone, and it is easy to arouse the favor of strangers.

However, after more than a hundred years of training and war career, he still controlled the complex emotions in his heart, and played the image of a model father very well, without making the little guy in front of him sad.

After a long time, after Yang Yi calmed down from seeing his father who was nagging his mother every day, Ziyi Yangyang asked softly, "Is your mother, Yun'er, still alive?"

Back then, when he first met Cheng Yunxin, the daughter of a family in Qingmu County, she was sixteen years old.

Now eighty-four years have passed, that is, one hundred years old, if he fails to advance to the Condensed Realm, he may have died.

It is a great test for new players to advance to the Condensed Realm, and it is even more difficult for Cangqing aboriginals.

One in a hundred thousandth and one in a million are possible data.

After the Blood Sea Guild withdrew, the cultivation resources and immortal cultivation guidance they could obtain would be greatly reduced.

Looking at Yang Yi in front of him, he knew that although he had barely cultivated the mana of the earth-level exercises, the mana was vain and the structure was unstable. He could see at least five gaps in the previous cultivation process at a glance.

"Yes, yes, Mom, Dad, let's go see Mom."

Yang Yi's words made Ziyi Yangyang's tugging heart relax. He wiped his tears and snot and said, "Dad, Mom is seriously ill, take a look at her."

"Walk!"

Yang Yi had just finished speaking,

His collar tightened, and he turned into a red ray of light and flew deep into the tunnel.

Along the way, the earth and rocks and the formation lines they had arranged in advance were cut like tofu blocks, without any blocking effect.

"Dad..."

Yang Yi couldn't help but look horrified, and immediately knew that the careful arrangement by himself and others in front of Ziyi Yangyang was completely a display, and it could not play any role at all.

Golden elixir, definitely has the same fighting power as a monk in the early stages of a golden elixir!

Is this the powerful combat power of the first generation members of the Blood Sea Guild? Not only are they highly talented in cultivation, but they have reached the peak of the Realm Condensation Realm in just eighty years, and the golden core is in sight.

He can even kill enemies across great realms, and he is proficient in arrays, magic weapons, etc.

Under the guidance of Yang Yidi, the red light breaks through mountains and breaks rocks. It didn't take long before it stopped in front of a courtyard with a very familiar layout and a room that contained many beautiful memories.

Proud Yangyang became a little panicked and didn't enter right away.

squeak~

There was a soft opening of the door, and the sound of footsteps was extremely gentle.

"Cough cough...cough cough, do you mean it?"

There was a coughing sound, and an old and feeble voice sounded from the plain bed: "How is things going, is there any news about your father?"

The proud sheep looked at the old and crooked old woman in front of her countless times, her eyes were sour, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

Eighty-four years ago, those sweet scenes of eighty-four years ago emerged in his eyes one by one, that innocent girl, that girl who was easily amused by herself.

But now, she is still the same as before, but she is about to leave this world, what kind of pain and sorrow is this?

"Yun'er, I'm back."

The voice was extremely gentle, for fear of scaring her.

The crooked old woman was shocked, and turned around slowly, and what she saw was the figure haunted by a dream all her life, and she still couldn't forget it when she was dying.

"Brother Yangyang, I'm hallucinating again."

The old woman was overjoyed for a moment, and touched his face tremblingly with her skinny hands like chicken feet, and then stopped suddenly just before touching him, fearing that she would destroy the clear illusion that had finally appeared.

"It's not an illusion, I'm back."

Proud Yangyang burst into tears, holding her withered hands with both hands and sticking them to his cheeks, feeling extremely cold to the touch.

Why did he come back so late, why did they spend such a short time together, and they had to experience another parting just after seeing each other.

The old woman's body froze, and she was instantly ecstatic, with a very bright look in her eyes.

He suddenly became a little flustered again, covering his face at a loss: "Brother Yangyang, don't look at me now, don't look at me."

She is already a dead bone in the tomb, but the young man in front of her is still the same as before. In the future, she can become a master. She doesn't want her present appearance to cover up the sweet memory in his heart.

"Little Yun, be good, don't move."

The proud sheep just held her in his arms, tears fell into her gray hair, and gently patted her on the back, just like when they were newly married.

The old woman's withered and tense body relaxed.