The god-level tyrant of the prehistoric fantasy

The old man in red waved his sleeves, and said in a cold voice: "You lost such an important thing, and you only kowtowed a few times to think that you can avoid your sins and escape your death?"

Huang Xuan lay on the ground and said: "I don't dare, I don't dare, I know that my sin is serious, I just hope that Master can bypass this time."

The old man in red said, "Tell me, who snatched it?"

Huang Xuan recounted the fight with Zhao Hao that day, but he didn't completely follow the scene of the day. He modified it a little and added fuel and vinegar, and returned all the sins, saying that Zhao Hao robbed for no reason. With him, he snatched all the universe tools from him, and injured him, and he had no choice but to let Zhao Hao snatch his things.

The old man in red dubiously believed Huang Xuan's words, but Huang Xuan didn't dare to tell lies to him.

After Huang Xuan finished speaking, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed non-stop, and said, "Master, please spare my life, please forgive me once, and I will do whatever you want me to do in the future."

The old man in red snorted coldly, and said, "You can't even look at a few things, so what's the use of you? Even if you die a thousand times, you won't be able to resist the importance of that thing."

"Master, please forgive me!"

Huang Xuan felt a murderous aura from the old man in red. He knew that his master was planning to kill him, but his current cultivation was not his master's match. If he rashly attacked his master, it would be just Hastened his death.

The old man in red waved his hand, and a red light and shadow flew out of his hand. The light and shadow were directly drawn from Huang Xuan's body, and Huang Xuan's body was immediately cut in two. Huang Xuan was still thinking about how to escape, so he His master was killed, and from now on, there will be no such person as Huang Xuan in this world.

The old man in red retracted his palm, and two streams of red gas flew from Huang Xuan's body. With a wave of the old man's palm, the two streams of red gas were inhaled into the body of the old man in red. After inhaling the two streams of red gas, the old man in red , His cultivation has increased a little.

The old man in red waved his hand, and a man walked in from outside. This man was Wu Wei who brought Huang Xuan back.

Wu Wei bowed to the old man in red: "What do you want Master to do?"

The old man in red said: "Send out all the disciples in the sect, and quickly find a young man named 'Zhao Hao', he has taken away a very important thing for the teacher, and the magic weapon 'Heart Nail' for the teacher , bring them back together, and find this person, regardless of life or death, only ask for what is on his body."

"Yes!"

Wu Wei nodded and said.

"Go down, give this task to other disciples in the sect, and all go out to track down this person. Once you find this person, report immediately." Wu Wei nodded and bowed again, and left the cave. Huang Xuan's body, this Huang Xuan was finally dead, he walked out of the cave, and passed on what the old man in red said to others.

The old man in red looked at the original place, sneered, and said: "Boy, I don't know where you came from. If you dare to force my things, let me grab them and you will definitely make your life worse than death!"

Then the old man in red closed his eyes and meditated.

In a remote village, a boy's figure appeared here in a flash. The physique in the boy's body was activated, and the distance between [-] meters was reached in an instant. In just a few breaths, the boy's figure appeared in this village central.

The young man ran for a few steps and then appeared in a house. Without even opening the door, he jumped over the earthen wall and entered the house. As soon as he entered, he shouted: "There is a fairy grass, I brought the fairy grass back .”

In order to save her sister, this young man was Zhang Heng who dared to fight with monsters and beasts and snatched the celestial grass at any risk.

Zhang Heng flew into the room and saw a middle-aged man sitting in the middle of the room, slightly asleep. He woke up when he heard Zhang Heng's voice. After seeing Zhang Heng, he said, "My good apprentice, you are finally back. Can you bring the fairy grass back?"

Zhang Heng took out the fairy grass from his arms in surprise, handed it to the middle-aged man and said, "I brought it back, do you think it is this one?"

The middle-aged man took the fairy grass, looked at it for a while, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, and then said pleasantly: "Yes, it is it, your sister is saved, you go and take care of your sister first, I will take care of this plant." The celestial grass is boiled into medicine, feed her and she should be fine."

The middle-aged man walked into the kitchen with the fairy grass, and Zhang Heng walked into the back room and sat by a bed. He looked at the little girl lying motionless on the bed, and he had a thousand words in his heart but didn't know what to say. At first, if he hadn't looked at the rising and falling breathing on her sister's chest, he would have thought his sister was a dead person.

Zhang Heng put her sister's hand in the palm of his hand, sighed and still didn't know what to say, he now has only his own sister besides his master, if she also leaves, I really don't know what will happen to him in the future How should the road go? Now her sister's life is barely controlled by his master's spell. If he doesn't hurry up and treat it, he will die easily. His sister has been weak and sick since she was a child. He didn't want to lose his sister, his parents had already left him one after another, don't let this only support be taken away.

He sometimes wonders why God is so cruel to him, why not change the situation of his sister with him, he would rather be the one who suffers from illness every day, and not let his sister who is less than ten years old suffer again. Suffering, he would be willing to suffer for his sister if he could.

"Sister, you will definitely get better. Brother promises you that you will be cured. As long as you are happy, I will play with you every day. I beg you to persevere."

When Zhang Heng said this, tears dripped down his face inadvertently. His sister said to him when he felt the most uncomfortable before, "Brother, will I die! But I don't want to die, because After I die, only my brother is left in this world, and I don't want my brother to live alone."

Whenever he thought of this sentence, Zhang Heng's tears kept falling down. He didn't want to cry but couldn't help it.

Zhang Heng gently wiped away his tears, if his sister woke up at this time.I will definitely say to him: "Brother, don't cry, it doesn't look good at all when your brother cries."

Because every time Zhang Heng sees his sister suffering from illness, he will cry unconsciously and feel sorry for his sister, but his sister is very sensible, knowing that her brother is sad for him and her, she will express new A very happy look, so that her brother will not be sad for her when he sees it.

Whenever Zhang Heng's younger sister was tortured by the disease, her face turned pale and frightening, but she still smiled at Zhang Heng, a smile that only belonged to her brother.