: The same clan and the same origin, the half son wins the sky

The curling green flames are like beacons guiding travelers in the night.

At least that's how Zhao Wujiang feels now.

The graceful burning of the blue-gray flame was just like what he had seen on Li Chunfeng's bronze lamp in Zhaoling.

Why do several of their major clans have this blue-grey flame? Zhao Wujiang walked towards the depressed people step by step.

He had not felt the breath of the flames in Zhaoling, but now from these clan elders, he could feel that the flames gave him an extraordinarily familiar feeling.

It's like the flame comes from him, like he's always wrapped in the flame and has never been separated.

"Zhao Wujiang, if you kill us, you will form a blood feud with several major clans! We will fight until death!" an elder of the Liu clan said sternly. He shook his body and tried to stand up.

Zhao Wujiang glanced at him and turned a deaf ear. With a tap of his finger, the green-grey flame rising from the clan elder's hand gracefully ran toward him.

In the horrified gaze of the clan elder, the flame turned into a green-gray fireball the size of a head in Zhao Wujiang's hands.

A strange green light reflected on everyone's faces, constantly distorting.

"This fire comes from Zhaoling, right?" Zhao Wujiang spoke slowly, his eyes cold and threatening.

The clan elders quietly moved their bodies and breathed a sigh of relief when they discovered that Zhao Wujiang did not show any killing intent towards them.

"yes."

They bit the bullet and said, now that Zhao Wujiang is asking questions, although the murderous intention has subsided, they do not want to anger Zhao Wujiang.

Just now, Zhao Wujiang put his hands behind his back and struck with Yun Danfeng Qi, which had left an indelible impression on their minds.

"More than ten years ago, various clans were fighting under the Xuan Palace in Zhaoling. Our clans found a bronze ever-bright lamp. We failed to capture it, but we captured the candlelight of the ever-bright lamp."

Zhao Wujiang nodded: "What's so magical about the candlelight?"

"Burn one's body and life essence, scatter the power of the burning sky." The elder of the Zhou clan looked at the shrinking fireball in Zhao Wujiang's hand, his eyes shocked.

The fireball continued to shrink in Zhao Wujiang's hand, and the flames penetrated into Zhao Wujiang's body along the palm of his hand, as if he was cheering for joy, turning into a billowing stream of heat.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for being forged with the Flame of Eternal Light, the system will be upgraded soon. 】

The system's voice suddenly appeared in Zhao Wujiang's mind.

The Flame of Eternal Light? Is this the name of this flame? Can it upgrade the system? Zhao Wujiang's mind surged, and this was the source of his familiarity?

Why is this flame related to the system?

"There are still a lot of these blue-gray flames in your clan, right?" Zhao Wujiang said solemnly. Although there was a lot of flames flowing into his body, fundamentally speaking, it was only a trace.

It is impossible for each clan to give all the flames to these clan elders, and they should have more in storage.

"That's natural, but I advise you to give up on other thoughts. The depth of the clan's heritage is beyond your imagination!" The clan elder and others adjusted their breaths silently, and their cultivation was rapidly recovering.

Someone is flying from the sky.

Li Changfeng's figure flashed and appeared on the ruins of the wall.

Soldiers and armor clashed all around, and the city defense rushed to hear the news.

"Let's go." Li Changfeng sighed.

Zhao Wujiang didn't answer, he stretched out his five fingers, and the flame that disappeared in his hand suddenly appeared, green flame curling up.

He felt that his cultivation was a little more powerful, but he did not feel that his life force was being devoured.

The soldiers and armor were getting closer, and there were countless people coming around. Zhao Wujiang raised his hand and waved, and the blue-grey flames shot towards the elders like a dragon.

The next moment, a shrill and unusual shout came out. Li Changfeng frowned, but did not stop Zhao Wujiang.

"Let's go." Zhao Wujiang said with a cold face, the flames swam and returned to his hands.

Li Changfeng narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew the power of the flames very well, and he also knew that various tribes had hidden the world-destroying flames.

But whether it was the bronze tripod or the flame, Zhao Wujiang could command it in an instant, as if Zhao Wujiang was the master of the bronze tripod and the flame.

Zhaojiacun, Yucheng. Li Changfeng sighed, tapped his toes with Zhao Wujiang, and disappeared among the ruins, leaving only a dozen languid clan elders.

The light of day faded.

In Huguofang, everyone is sad.

Wang Yifang was placed in a wooden coffin. The coffin was dark brown and not big, but it was just big enough to bury his body.

"Wang Zun was preparing his coffin a year ago." Li Xiaozuo sobbed with tears filling his eyes:

"He didn't use gold or jade, but wood, and he didn't choose aniseed materials. He said he was afraid that the people carrying the coffin would be burdened."

As he talked, Li Xiaozuo could no longer bear it and lay down on the wooden coffin and cried loudly.

Zhao Wujiang wore a white cloth on his head, with a hemp rope hanging at the end. He couldn't describe his feelings, and he didn't feel much sadness. It was like birth, old age, illness and death, which were just like normal human beings.

Sometimes his eyes would feel warm, and there would be no big disturbance in his heart, as if Wang Yifang did not die, but fell asleep from exhaustion.

"Eldest brother has respected Duke Wei all his life. I will bury him in the Zhaoling Mausoleum with Duke Wei!"

Zhao Wujiang spoke firmly, and the paper money burned in the brazier, curling up into the sky. After the burning, the black money glowed with red light, and was blown down by the breeze.

"Ke Chun." Li Changfeng dropped the pieces of yellow paper, glanced at the crying Li Xiaozuo, and sighed:

"But he won't agree! He has been loyal all his life, and he will not be buried in Zhaoling with the same intention."

"He will agree." Zhao Wujiang's face was expressionless and his tone was unquestionable:

"must!"

Chang'an, which had not rained for several days, also started to rain lightly.

The drizzle is silent, but the fire and candles in front of the soul are quietly curling up.

Li Xiaozuo knelt down beside Zhao Wujiang, his eyes were red and swollen, and his beautiful and refined face was full of compassion.

Zhao Wujiang stared at the letter Wang Yifang left for him, and it was time for a cup of tea.

Wang Yifang wrote two letters to him before his death, and I don’t know what kind of secrets they contain.

"My brother personally initiated it."

The four characters are full and shiny, and there is a sense of character and affection between them.

He took out the first letter, and the yellow-white paper became a little more translucent under the firelight.

The mountains are stretching and there are a few lights.

Under the dark curtain are dots of light, flickering from time to time in this mountain range.

The light zooms in, an ancient village in the mountains.

The barking of dogs was mixed with the crying of children, the women cursing and the men laughing and roaring.

In a small earthen house, firewood burned cracklingly, and the yellow earthen walls were licked black by the tongues of fire.

A big hand caressed the mud wall. When he reached out and touched it, his hand was covered with black ash.

His big hand caressed his face, black ash streaked across it, and his originally ordinary face was painted with a few black marks. He bared his teeth and grinned, and then slowly tightened the arrow feathers inserted into his abdominal cavity. He exerted force with his big hand, and the arrow that pierced the flesh was

Pull it out and bring out the bright red and somewhat dark flesh.

"It hurts so much. I was actually tricked by you. Oh my. After all, I am still the best half-child!"

I already have hope for immortality!

Hahahahaha."

This person is none other than Yuan Tiangang. He fled all the way to this remote village. He is now seriously injured, but his life is not in danger.

The last arrow was thrown aside casually by him. His hands were covered with blood. He picked up the kettle with a black base and began to wash away the blood on his hands.

Behind him were old women and children lying in a pool of blood. Not far from the threshold, a sturdy middle-aged man was holding a hoe, leaning against the door. His face was criss-crossed with ravines, his eyes were wide open with anger, and there were blood holes between his eyebrows.

Red and white stuff kept flowing out.
Chapter completed!