I am the ruthless king

This is an ethereal road, which seems to have no end.

The woman in white walks forward, the more she walks forward, the quieter she is, and the further she walks, the more lonely she becomes.

This road seemed to describe the path of practice with realistic scenes. Along the way, she saw Emperor Qing, she saw Wu Shi, she saw the Immortal Emperor, and saw several unknown strong men.

The vast white mist drifted across the world, and it was as if he could vaguely see the end of the road. There was a man sitting cross-legged. He was motionless, as if he had become a stone sculpture.

The ruthless man approached, breaking through the endless mist, and in front of him was a black-haired man with a chaotic green three-eared copper tripod on his head.

The small cauldron is simple and unsophisticated, scattered with Dao Yun, carrying all the Daos of the heavens, and suppressing the sky.

Chengxian Ding

This is a fairy artifact.

The master of the complete tool is Emperor Zun, the Lord of Heaven in the Age of Mythology!

The other party is one step away from this road, but the other party has not taken that step. This step is like a natural moat.

"Even such a powerful emperor didn't become a fairy?"

The ruthless man whispered to himself.

But when I recalled the time when I met Emperor Zun, the other party's aura, that kind of immortal aura and law.

It can be proved that he has indeed become a fairy.

"Perhaps, he has some kind of restraint, which prevents him from exerting his full strength."

At the end of the sentence, the ruthless man stepped forward, surpassing Emperor Zun, leaving the winding path she had walked for who knows how long, and entering the misty light and mist.

……

Time flies, the mist is misty, and the lights are strange.

The woman in white stepped out of the seemingly endless white mist.

Now, in front of her eyes are one after another mountains full of ancient trees.

The woman in white stepped on her jade feet, wanting to ride the wind and enjoy the scenery of mountains and rivers.

But the ruthless man was surprised to find that he was unable to fly, and the profound arts circulating in his body had dropped to the extreme.

If it wasn't for the ruthless person's keen sensitivity, she would have thought that she had become a mortal at this time.

"Where is this, it feels very familiar."

The ruthless man walked slowly in this mountain field. It was late at night. For the first time, the coolness of the night made the ruthless man who had no chance to cultivate for the first time feel a wave of ruthlessness belonging to nature.

"It's so cold."

The ruthless man's beautiful brows frowned slightly, she folded her arms, and walked according to the influence in her memory.

Mountain darkly, vista.

It seemed that there were layers and layers of dense forests, but within half an hour, the ruthless man was able to walk out.

There is a small mountain village in front of it, the fires are lit up, the stars in the sky are shining, the moon hanging obliquely above the sky, sprinkles the cold moonlight like a ribbon.

Although it was night, it was not dark.

Without her cultivation base, the ruthless person is now like an extremely weak woman, her original peerless figure, her figure looking at the sky, is so weak at this moment.

It was as if a slightly stronger breeze could blow her down.

"Where is this place, the dream world? Or an illusion."

The ruthless man said to himself.

She can already feel the principle of the first way circulating in her body, which is the second law of immortality. As long as it replaces the law of taking the remainder and becomes the only one, a ruthless person can immediately become a fairy.

However, right now Ruthless only feels that his connection with his cultivation has been cut off by an inexplicable power.

"This may be the last step to become a fairy." The ruthless man said to himself, just as she was planning to enter the village to see what happened.

A hasty voice sounded.

"younger sister!"

"younger sister?"

The ruthless man turned around, the long white skirt was twirling, and under the moonlight, he looked so sacred.

Blooming like a fairy lotus.

In front of him, there was a boy in civilian clothes with dense wounds all over his body. The wounds were mixed with mud. It looked like he was injured in the mountains.

Although the boy's breath was short, his bright eyes were filled with the warmth of family affection.

The ruthless man looked at him, feeling a little strange for no reason, he looked at least a woman in her twenties.

Today, a young man who is no older than fifteen or sixteen years old is called sister?

"You... admit your mistake." Just as the ruthless man was about to speak, he felt that his voice was wrong. The original cold and flat voice was gone forever, replaced by a voice that belonged to a little girl, smelling like milk.

When she regained her composure, she looked at her little hands, which were already wearing tattered coarse cloth, and there were many patches in them.

Immediately, she understood that she had now become a girl of about five or six years old.

"Sister, brother shouldn't think that he can make more money and let you stay at home alone. Forgive brother, please."

As a person who understands the world of mortals in a dream, the ruthless person can sense the other party's true feelings, and that kind of emotion can't be faked.

"elder brother."

The ruthless man said subconsciously.

"younger sister."

The coarse cloth youth stepped forward to hug him.

But the ruthless man came back to his senses, he just wanted to escape, what are you kidding, I don't want to be lifted up by a man.

No, not even a woman!

The young ruthless man wanted to avoid it, but she was too young, and before she could move, she was embraced by the coarse cloth youth.

The imaginary sense of resistance did not appear, and there was only a warmth of family affection, which still carried the bloody earthy smell.

"Could it be that I have entered Ruthless's memory again? Ruthless brother should have already entered the Yuhua Dynasty at this age, but now he appears here. This may be a catastrophe."

Mo Xian sighed, and then said in a milky voice that made her feel a little ashamed: "Smell of earth, let me down."

Hearing this, the young man was slightly taken aback, then put down the young ruthless man, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Brother is indeed a bit dirty, let's go home, brother will give you a bath."

After speaking, he pulled away the young and ruthless man's hand. Mo Xian wanted to struggle to take back his palm, but found that he couldn't pull it back, and the other party seemed to be afraid that she would disappear again, so he held on tighter.

"Although my daughter is a bit dirty, she has to wash herself." Mo Xian tried to defend his last dignity.

"Ninny, didn't you like washing with your brother before?"

"No way. My daughter has to wash herself!" Mo Xian protested.

Speaking behind his back, the young ruthless man even kicked the opponent.

But how much strength a five or six-year-old girl can have, the coarse cloth youth only felt that it didn't hurt, and immediately patted the head of the young ruthless man.

"Girls can't be so fierce."

Hearing this, the young ruthless man is pouting, showing a gasp.

But she was thinking in her heart, how to break through this weird situation