But right now, Ye Han, the master, is in crisis, and the sacred beast Suzaku, who has recognized Ye Han as the master, will naturally help him.

For Ye Han, the rebirth from the ashes of the sacred beast Suzaku will be a huge sublimation.

The battle on Fenghuang Mountain in Shanhai City, after all the forces left, completely shocked the world of North and South China.

Eight ancient martial arts sects, powerful underground worlds in the north and south, such a terrifying lineup gathered in Fenghuang Mountain, Shanhai City, and a world-shattering battle shocked the world.

This battle not only involved various forces, but also involved gods such as Huangfu Qitian, Madman, sloppy Taoist Xiao Qingshan, and Daoist Yuxu.

This is a feast, the forces of all parties gather, the old monsters come out, and almost all of them are just for one person.

However, the young man who had repeatedly created miracles in the south died in this battle at the hands of the southern overlord Murong Hetu. That was a very sad and regrettable thing.

Not only that, but this dying genius was actually the son of a madman. This news also shocked China.

Ye Han is the son of a madman.

The madman's son is dead, so what kind of shocking anger will the madman explode next?

When the madman gets angry, there will definitely be rivers of blood and corpses strewn all over the field.

"Oh! I didn't expect that Ye Han was the son of a madman. It's a pity that such a genius died. I thought he could create miracles again and amaze the world. Unfortunately, things backfired. He died at a young age. Now that he has reached the height of his father, it may be very difficult for there to be another Ye Han in China in the future, and Nalan Mietian in the north will not be able to match him."

"It's really a pity, I'm afraid many people are disappointed now!"

All over the north and south, people who were paying attention to this battle were discussing and lamenting. All eyes had been withdrawn from Shanhai City. Since the young man had already died in the battle, it was not worth paying attention to. A genius who couldn't grow up, Even if it is amazing, it can only become a thing of the past.

"Son of a madman, you actually died like this!"

A sigh slowly came out from Zhuge Prajna's mouth, Ye Han is the son of a madman, this news really shocked her, that person who lay down from the bottom to today's step with his own hands and a single brain, unexpectedly there is still behind his back. With such an amazing identity, it's a pity that this identity was only revealed after Ye Han's death.

However, what made Zhuge Banruo even more regrettable was that Ye Han died. For Ye Han, Zhuge Banruo felt that he was his opponent, but at the same time, there was a sense of sympathy for each other. In this world, no one understood her better than Ye Han.

Now, the person who they are opponents and who can't tell the relationship is dead, which makes Zhuge Prajna's eyes a little complicated. Ye Han died, and the agreement between them is void, but she has a feeling of emptiness. around the heart.

"Ye Han, I respect you for this glass of wine!" Zhuge Banruo poured the strong wine in his hand towards the ground, and the wine remained very slowly, like a small stream of water, slowly flowing in from the ground In the pond ahead.

"Still not over it? Why?"

At the same time, in the Yan family compound, Mr. Yan sat down on the reclining chair at the moment, his face seemed to have become older at this moment, his eyes were as haggard as dead wood, and he slowly closed them , the palm of his hand is shaking slowly, now, he is experiencing the pain and torture of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man, the battle of Fenghuang Mountain in Shanhai City has now spread throughout China, as a follower, how can he not Knowing that outcome, his grandson died in battle.

However, they haven't met each other yet, and he doesn't know that he has parents and his grandfather in this world.

Ke Yanke stood behind Old Man Yan, shaking his head and sighing to himself with complicated eyes.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it... bastard, Ji Kuangren, you bastard, why didn't you save our son? Why? No, I'm going to Shanhai City, I'm going to see him!" Yan Qingmu's face was covered with tears. Man, she stood up and stumbled out of the Yan's compound. She hadn't really looked at her son a few times, she hadn't called him son, and he hadn't called her mother yet!

In Shanhai City, Young Master Tang and Lin Bomo were laughing and weeping as they drank heavily.

"Hahahaha! Thieves, you really didn't open your eyes! Where did my brother provoke you? If you want to treat him like this, if you tell me, I am willing to take him through, even if I go to the eighteenth level of hell. No complaints, no regrets, I just beg...I just beg you to give me back my brother, give me back Hanzi, give me back..."

In the end, Young Master Tang's voice became hoarse, and four or five empty bottles could kill an ordinary person after sips of tens of degrees of alcohol, Lin Bomo looked at himself with red eyes With wine pouring from their mouths, the two looked at the sky back to back. Their best brother died in battle, which made them feel that there was something missing in their lives.

At the same time, Mount Emei.

Mrs. Wuwo shook her head and sighed, "It's a pity, forget it, leave his sister behind, and let the rest of you send them down the mountain, if you can hide it from them for a while, you can't hide it from them forever, they will have to face it sooner or later. "

"Yes, Senior Sister Sect Leader." Master Wuqing nodded and sighed again and again. JrNovels.com