Rebirth of the Urban Madman

In the laughter, I don't know what kind of past is hidden.

The old man smiled, his eyes were slightly red, and he was faintly tearful.

In the blurred vision, he seemed to see the Mojiang River that runs through the East Region.

On the Mojiang River, a white dress was like a lotus, dancing lightly with the wind.

The woman pulled a boy who was only eight or nine years old, looking at the surging river, like a million horses galloping.

"Sister, I heard that you entered the Hunyuan and became the first pride of my Mo family!"

"So amazing, Wanchen will be like sister in the future!"

The woman slightly sideways, gently stroked the boy's head, and smiled: "I will!"

...

A hundred years later, the boy has grown up, with a young man's posture, looking down on the world.

It's the same Mojiang River, and the same river water rumbles like a million horses galloping.

Beside it, the woman is still the same, but the young man is looking down on others.

"Sister, I have entered the Daluo realm. Grandpa said that within ten thousand years, I will have the hope of becoming a Hunyuan!"

The young man stood with his hands behind his back. He was no longer the young man he used to be. He was full of vigor and vitality.

"Wanchen is as talented as me. Who knows, he might become a Hunyuan before me!"

The woman smiled gently, looking at the young man who was already half a head taller than her, and was happy from the bottom of her heart.

The young man looked at the river and swore secretly.

I will!

...

Six thousand years passed in a flash, and a figure was bathed in blood in the land of the East Region.

In front of him was a corpse.

"Why do you have to kill me? Why!"

The young man looked at the corpse with a hideous look on his face. He looked at the corpse, but there was no joy on his face.

"Wanchen!"

A woman came out of nowhere. She looked at the corpse and her face suddenly changed.

"Sister, I've caused a big disaster!"

The young man looked up at the woman, "But, he wants to kill me, just for a Hunyuan Immortal Medicine. He wants to kill me, if I don't kill him, I will die!"

"Sister, I can't help it!"

"Even if he is the son of a saint, should I just sit there and wait for death?"

The young man was a little scared and even a little resentful. He knew very well what kind of consequences would be caused by killing this man.

How could he bear the wrath of a saint? How could the Mo family bear it! ?

The woman looked at the corpse and turned to look at the young man.

Three thousand years later, she has been Hunyuan, the real daughter of the Mo family. There are even rumors that she can break through the shackles of the Mo family and have the appearance of a saint.

She has entered Hunyuan in three thousand years. In the East Region, she is definitely a top genius.

"Wanchen!"

The woman seemed to be stroking the young man's head gently, just like the young man in the past when he was a teenager.

"Don't panic, things may not turn around! Since you are a saint, you should know right from wrong!"

"Come, heal your wounds first!"

The woman's smile was like the warm spring breeze, which made the young man's heart suddenly calm down.

...

The news that the saint's son died at the hands of the Mo family shocked the area.

In the Mo family hall, the young man was in retreat, and he was about to become a mixed Yuan.

In the hall, the saint had not arrived, but a boy appeared in the Mo family hall with an imperial edict in his hand.

This was the news that the young man asked before leaving retreat.

He looked at the old man in front of him with a dull look.

"Grandpa, what did you say?"

"The saint who was killed by my sister has been imprisoned in the dungeon!"

"No, not my sister..."

The old man suddenly shouted, "Wanchen, shut up!"

He looked at the young man, his eyes full of grief.

"Do you want to destroy yourself, the Mo family, and your sister's love!?"

"The saint should not be deceived!"

The voice was sad, but it made the young man stumble and fall.

In the dungeon of the Mo family, the young man looked at the woman in the dungeon who was pierced through by a series of restrictions.

There were thirty-six Hunyuan prohibitions, and each of the prohibition locks penetrated the bones and blood, severing the meridians.

The young man couldn't even believe that the woman in front of him was so beautiful in the past.

"Wanchen!"

In the prison, his feet never touched the ground, only drops of blood dripped into the water, causing ripples.

The hoarse voice made the young man kneel directly in front of the prison at this moment.

Her cultivation was already wasted, and the foundation of Hunyuan had completely turned into nothingness.

Just an imperial decree forced the Mo family to personally take action to destroy their own proud daughter.

"Sister..."

The kneeling young man, at this moment, just knew what regret was.

The cold wind was biting, and after who knows how many years, the young man knelt in front of a desolate grave, surrounded by weeds.

She couldn't even have a tombstone, let alone enter the Mo family ancestral hall.

"Sister!"

"I have become a saint, don't worry, I will avenge you!"

His voice was hoarse, he was no longer a young man, and he had experienced many vicissitudes.

The middle-aged man looked at the desolate grave quietly, and then, he shook his palm.

The mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and the weeds turned into nothingness.

The whole mountain turned into aA magnificent tomb, with a huge monument across the sky.

"Mo Wanyue's Tomb!"

The middle-aged man stayed here for three days, and then turned around and left.

Even when he left, his palms were still trembling slightly.

...

Eastern Region, Dongxuan Holy Palace.

At this moment, the holy palace that made all the people in the Eastern Region look up to and worship was completely shattered.

The space had already collapsed, and the land of millions of miles was almost in ruins.

"Mo Wanchen, do you think you can kill me!?"

"Your sister killed my beloved son, and it's reasonable for her to pay for her life?"

The roar sounded here, and a half-emperor looked at the middle-aged man bathing in blood in the void.

There was a trace of disbelief in his eyes, and even a trace of anger.

"Pay your life!"

"Just because your beloved son has a saintly father like you, you should be able to kill whoever you want?"

"Just because you are a saint, whoever kills your offspring should die!"

In the void, Mo Wanchen was laughing, and a line of blood and tears slowly flowed from his saintly eyes.

"Why, you are a saint, and your offspring dies, so you have to pay with your life!"

"Why, my sister has to die!"

"Why, she has to die for me!"

"Just because you are a saint?"

The voice of grief and anger shook the void, and the pupils of the half-emperor shrank.

He looked at Mo Wanchen and moved his lips, "So that's it!"

...

In the underworld, he was already the first saint in the East Region, and his figure seemed to be high above, overlooking all living things.

But at this moment, he was looking up, looking up at the reincarnation.

"Is it true that people cannot be resurrected after death?"

"I don't believe it!"

Then the saint entered the reincarnation.

Until 100,000 years later, the world had almost forgotten the first saint of the Eastern Region, and from that reincarnation, a decayed old man walked out.

The old man took difficult steps, but there was only a trace of bitterness in his eyes.

"So it's true!"

He walked numbly in the underworld, passing through one domain after another.

Until he could hardly walk anymore and stopped on a mountain known as a forbidden area.

He didn't even care where he was, he just sat down quietly.

"What if I spend my whole life?"

"What if I become a saint? What if I become an emperor?"

"Hahaha..."

Only that laughter, like a sad and desolate road, with endless regrets.

"Sister, I'm sorry!"

The voice dissipated with the wind, leaving only regrets.

A lifetime of regrets!