"Qingliu, put down the knife. This is extremely rude to your uncle." When Zhuo Qingliu heard the clear and magnetic voice, a surprise smile appeared on his face, "Father, why are you here too?" At this time, an old man outside fifty years old appeared at the door. He was wearing a golden robe and tall figure, looking majestic.

"I was going to let you experience it, but I was still a little worried, so I came out to take a look." Zhuo Yifeng looked at Zhuo Qingliu's slightly festive face and showed a faint relief.

"Zhuo Ran, you still don't want to forgive me after so many years? You don't even want to take a look?" Zhuo Yifeng slowly turned his head and looked at Zhuo Ran who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, his eyes seemingly and not smiling. It was a kind of calmness of a strong man.

Zhuoran's eyes suddenly opened and became bright, and his face also showed a coldness and condensation as if he had washed away the drought. He stood up slowly and looked at Zhuo Yifeng with a burning look, "Until now you are still undead, you have to seize that thing in this way."

Zhuo Yifeng said: "Although you didn't admit it, I know that thing has always been on you. Give it to me, after all, we are brothers, why hurt each other's feelings for an external object? Is it not what you hope for the growing prosperity of the Golden Crow Xuan Dao Gate?"

"Jin Crow Xuan Dao Sect? In order to take the Golden Crow Furnace as your own, you actually changed the name of the sect. What a great spirit! I don't know if that person would be happy?" Zhuoran's eyes were faintly sad. A scene from more than ten years ago appeared in his mind. The old man said meaningfully: "You two are my sons. You must take care of each other and help each other at any time..." The old man may never have thought that because of the competition of the sect leader, they, who are not biological brothers, are better than biological brothers, and they almost become the enemy of life and death. The appearance of a woman made everything worse. They actually fell in love with this woman at the same time and became the real enemy of life and death.

When she made an appointment with the woman to leave together, she suddenly found that everything had changed and the woman did not show up. Until the next day at dusk, he received something that the woman asked someone to bring him. This became the beginning of his despair. When he saw the brother in front of him again, he was in a hidden dungeon several years later...

"When you know her true identity, you want to get that thing, but she never gives it to you. You doubted me and thought that what she had brought me was the Golden Crown stove, so you kept chasing me and wanted to take that thing from me. But when I was caught, you found that the thing was not on me, so you tried to get it and let me go. Over the past decade, you have been sending disciples with good qualifications to Dongliuhai to try your best to worship us, but none of them succeeded because I swear that I will never accept disciples in my life. In the end, you took your anger to her, saying that she was in a girl's heart and refused to hand over the Golden Crown stove."

Zhuoran sighed long: "When you changed the sect to the Golden Crow Xuan Dao Sect, I already knew that you had a murderous intention towards her, but she refused to escape with me. Although she had hatred in her heart, she still wanted to end up with you, and ended up exposing her identity and committing suicide. To this day, aren't you any guilt or self-blame?" Zhuoran said the more he felt more and more painful, and the anger in his heart also floated on his face, making him feel more hatred in his eyes.

Zhuo Yifeng was stabbed to the scar and immediately said angrily: "You should really blame yourself. If you didn't die, how could she end up like this? If you didn't appear halfway through, she wouldn't have become distracted and would have to go out to investigate your whereabouts every night. How could I have suspicion and choose to attack her? All of this was yours!" Zhuo Yifeng pointed at Zhuoran, and there was also a look of pain on his face.

Zhuoran suddenly raised his head and said to Zhuo Yifeng: "Did you ever think that what she asked someone to bring me was a pearl hairpin I bought for her with my own hands. Then after you fascinated her that day, she fell in love with me." The muscles on his cheeks were also twitching, and the pain was extremely painful at first.

Zhuo Yifeng suddenly sneered: "She is so loyal to two men at the same time, but you said she is so loyal, do you want to use this trick to deceive me? It's so sad that you still want to get confused like this." His eyes suddenly surged with hostility, and his voice became even colder: "I came here today to settle the previous grudges. If you don't hand over the Golden Crow stove, I will let you die!"

Zhuoran suddenly laughed and said, "Yes! It's time to end. I only know how much sadness and resentment I have in my heart over the past ten years. I have always given up on you and gave up the position of the master of the door. Even the most precious lover has been given to you, but you still have to become more severe and put me to death. Instead of living like this, it's better to forget this grudge with you."

As he spoke, the aura on his body was like a strong wind blowing, and it suddenly surged out, faintly as if a stove was burning. The scorching aura swirled and filled the refining room, as if the entire refining room was also burning. A layer of red light shone on his face, which made the lines carved by the axe a little more ferocious. The robe sounded and swept through the hot air flow. At this time, there was a long sword in his hand, and the green light shone. The fire patterns on the sword emitted rays of red light as the influx of the Yuan power.

A cold breath immediately surged from Zhu Zhu's body, forming a water-patterned barrier, making a hissing sound under the scorching fire energy. Every moment the barrier would weaken a little, and he had to replenish it with his own energy. He truly felt the huge gap between himself and Zhuoran.

Zhuo Yifeng's face suddenly became cold. When a layer of red light surged out from his face, it burst out like a sun, and the whole person emitted a red flame light, and the blazing aura rose like a prairie fire. There was a pair of bronze axes in his hands, and the axe body was extremely thick. The arc-like axe blade emitted bright light at this time, shaking its sharp edge like a long-clogged weapon that appeared out of nowhere.

"Come on!" Zhuo Yifeng shouted. He took a step forward, and chopped out like a condensed mountain peak in his hand. Wherever he passed, there was a solid shadow of green light, as if he had a thousand pounds of force to press over. At this time, the air also roared, making a torn sound. Zhu Ran pushed the bronze sword upwards and actually crashed steadily. He heard a roar, and the wild air wave rushed over like a thunderbolt. Zhu Zhu immediately retreated backwards. He saw that the huge bronze stove also showed signs of looseness and began to shake. The roar continued, as if the bronze bell in the temple was constantly ringing. As the roar waves surged, they were pressing over layer by layer. The huge bronze stove finally couldn't resist the collapse. The red flames scattered all over the ground, and the refining room really burned at this time.

Zhu Zhu hurried out, and suddenly a long sword came towards the door, but Zhuo Qingliu secretly made a conspiracy while escaping. Zhu Zhu dodged backwards, and at this moment, a raging flame suddenly burned at the door, blocking the way out. At this time, Zhuo Qingliu's smug laughter was faintly heard, "Let me see how you, a water-based star pattern wielding wielding man, escape from this sea of ​​fire?"

Zhu Zhu hurriedly activated the Yuanli to condense the water-width barrier to thicker, forming a frosty ground less than two meters under his feet, barely maintaining it from being scorched by the flames. But he found that the Yuanli had been consumed a lot in this moment. If he didn't go out, he would be burned to death in this refining room. He moved towards the door and found it extremely difficult. The tide of flames that Zhuoran and Zhuo Yifeng rolled him and moved towards the center of the sea of ​​fire, but he was moving in the opposite direction. Every move required a space to be reopened. The Yuanli consumed was even more huge. The water-width barrier also showed signs of disorder at this time, and a faint fire rushed in and scorched his face.

Zhu Zhu finally insisted on walking to the door, but a flame blade flew into the door, and suddenly hit his chest. He immediately flew backwards and fell into the flame storm inside. He heard Zhuo Qingliu's sneer: "You actually want to come out alive?"
Chapter completed!