Chapter 1395

It was January 10th of that year.

Another year has passed.

This is the seventh year since the abyss came out.

At the beginning of the seventh year, he won the stage victory for the first time in the fierce battle with zombie dog demon.

It's different from the previous 26.

This time, the zombie dog demon's first wave of attack, although frozen Chu Yan's body, but Chu Yan's whole body burst of blood, in a flash, broke the frost, and then, like rolling thunder, smashed into the nearest treasure mountain, with his hands holding several treasures.

Then, in the second wave of the zombie dog demon's attack, the scale free fish dragon body was inspired, and then returned to the space-time cage safely.

And this time, for the first time in so many days, after returning to the cage of time and space, there was no injury to the degree of hematemesis.

Although there is a smell of fishy sweetness in the throat, it's better than the bloody arrow and the ice sand mixed in the blood.

In fact, although the experience of more than 20 times of fighting is long, Chu Yan can feel that the scale of this fierce battle is constantly tilting towards himself.

This time can carry zombie dog demon a complete attack, it means that if victory is a door, then he now has a leg, has stepped into the door.

"Three more times, three more times at most. I'll step on you under my feet." Chu Yan hey a, began to study this time to bring back, is which natural resources and land treasure.

On this day, Zhao Tong passed through the path paved with bluestone in the misty town.

When he left Longji mountain, his heart was filled with an urgent desire: to come back and have a look!

More than ten years ago, in the same misty weather, he couldn't stand being bullied by his fellow martial brothers. In a rage, he broke the necks of those martial brothers who had bullied him for several years, and then defected.

After several years, I entered Longji mountain and never came out again.

But this time, he could not tell why his violent mood suddenly calmed down after seeing so many bandits killed and died.

Even if you know that you will be punished when you return to your school, you must come back.

Even if it's dead, I'll come back and have a look.

At the beginning of the year, if it is cloudy and rainy, then there is always a cold in the air.

However, for a warrior like Zhao Tong, the alternation of cold and heat will not have any effect.

At this moment, he was carrying an oil paper umbrella, step by step, along the stone road in his memory.

Misty rain, floating around, holding an umbrella is not much use, along the way, Zhao Tong's skirt and even face, are covered with a layer of water vapor.

Even local people, such weather, will feel uncomfortable.

But at the moment, Zhao Tong's heart, but only from the bottom of his heart constantly pouring out memories.

Along the stone road to the end, and then turn, and then go further. Near the edge of the town, Zhao Tong saw the familiar boundary Monument and stone gate in his memory.

Although it is a school, I know from Zhao Tong's realm that it is only a small school with the highest realm, that is, Zhenwu realm.

Let alone in the kingdom of the prime minister, even in the kingdom of yunaojiang, there will be no name.

But for Zhao Tong, there are extraordinary memories here.

It is said that he is afraid of his hometown, but at this time, Zhao Tong, whose mood is quite different from that of the past, has no such mood.

He took a few more steps, raised the oil paper umbrella at an angle, and then looked up.

The next moment, Zhao Tong body shock, face Shua once changed.

There are white lanterns hanging on the stone gate, white cloth wrapped around the nearby pillars, and the guards at the gate are also dressed in white cloth.

"This is..."

Zhao Tong's breath stopped. The next moment, he threw away his oil paper umbrella and strode straight to the front door.

In the quiet afternoon, there are few pedestrians on the road. It's a secluded place. During the whole day, no one passes by.

But at the moment, the two guards at the door saw a big man with a face full of scum, a big body, but a look lost, rushing towards this side.

"Stop, who are you, trespassing..."

"Get out of here!"

Before the guard's words were finished, he was pushed away by Zhao Tong.

Although he is also a warrior, he is at least ten times better than the two guards.

At this time, he pushed aside the two guards, rushed into the gate, and then, according to his memory, ran all the way to the depth.

Along the way, many people looked at him in consternation. They didn't know where he came from.

Zhao Tong can't take care of the eyes of the people around him now.

He didn't even care whether the people around him were men or women and what they looked like.

What he noticed at this time was that there were white lanterns, white cloth and plain stripe everywhere in the territory of this small sect.

This is clearly the expression of someone's death!

When he thought of his master's age at that time, Zhao Tong's heart sank with the pace.

It's really cruel.

I finally see through the life and death, back here, is to face such a situation?

Zhao Tong bit his teeth and sped forward, his feet splashing on the ground.

His body was soaked all the way, but he didn't care about it at this time.

Run to the deepest building.

The door of the small building was closed.

There was a faint sound of someone talking inside.

Zhao Tong took a deep breath, strode over and pushed the door open.

A pot of charcoal was burning in the room. When I opened the door, I felt a warm feeling.

Inside the room, an old man who looked very thin seemed to be talking to the person opposite him.

The moment he saw the old man, Zhao Tong felt his nose sour and his eyes red.

When the door was pushed open, the old man stopped talking with another person in the room and turned to Zhao Tong.

When the old man saw Zhao Tong, he didn't look surprised. He just said with a smile, "Xiao Tong is back."

The tone is peaceful, as if Zhao Tong went out to do business in the morning and just came back in the afternoon.

This moment of trance even made Zhao Tong forget that he had left here for more than ten years, instead of going out in the morning and just coming back in the afternoon.

The other one in the room is a middle-aged man.

He looked at the old man, and then at Zhao Tong, his eyes filled with doubts.

It is obvious that the middle-aged man is very familiar with the old man and the small sect.

But for a moment, he could not remember that there was such a figure in this small sect.

But a moment later, the middle-aged people's eyes, there is a sudden.

His eyes fell on Zhao Tong and he didn't speak any more.

At this time, Zhao Tong walked into the house step by step.

His steps left wet footprints on the ground.

In front of the thin old man, Zhao Tong went down to his knees with a plop and knocked heavily on the ground.

"Master, I'm back."