Ji Dengqi knelt behind his father that year, trembling in the autumn wind, watching the head of the Wan family slowly pick up his father, spit on his blood-stained face, and laughed softly:
"The Ji family is nothing more than that."
He lowered his head, tears kept sliding down his face, dripping from his chin, wetting his thin autumn clothes and wetting the cracks in the bricks on the ground.
He barely raised his head, and behind the head of the Wan family, there was a young man in splendid clothes, looking at him coldly and smiling.
Later, he learned that the young man was called Wan Xiaohua, the young head of the Wan family.
He Wan Xiaohua stood and sneered, and he Ji Dengqi knelt down and cried.
What kind of humiliation is this? Ten thousand families made a surprise attack on Hua Zhongshan, and in nineteen breaths, they cracked the mountain protection formation that had only been built for three years, killed the contemporary Ji family head, and took out every Ji family, even the Ji family who was still sleeping in a single coat.
The vast majority of the twenty-nine Ji family members were still wearing single clothes and sheets, trembling and kneeling in front of the courtyard, watching his Ji Dengqi's father, the young master of the Ji family, humiliated.
Even the mortals who knelt outside the collapsed courtyard wall, the mortals under his Ji family, watched the original immortal lineage suffer humiliation one by one, the clan girls were torn off the quilts they were wearing and shrunk into a ball, and the clan members were trampled and struggling under their feet.
Every night when he dreamed of this scene, Ji Dengqi's eyes were about to burst, tears flowed continuously, and he sat up again to practice.
The head of the Wan family kicked his father hard, kicking him so hard that he spat out blood and fell softly, Ji Dengqi cried and hugged the man's leg, shouting:
"My Ji family will be a dog for you, and the Ji family will watch the Yu family under the golden gate for you, and the Ji family pays tribute every year......"
The man sneered, kicked Fei Ji Dengqi, kicked him so dizzy that he lost two teeth. laughed:
"The two families are enemies of life and death, and there are countless families that have perished on the border line. You want to be a dog, but I don't dare to accept it."
Wan Xiaohua followed behind the man, looking at him with a smile, his eyes full of sarcasm.
That man swept away the property of the Ji family, took away the arrogant Wan family, leaving behind a ruined Hua Zhongshan, the disgraced Ji family, strange mortals and corpses in the courtyard.
Three days later, his father also died, he was kicked to the point of shattering the Xuanjing Wheel, his spiritual energy collapsed and he died, lying on the collapse and groaning, Ji Dengqi cried and put his ears closer, and heard his father speak weakly:
"Don't forget...... Breaking the formation... Father's revenge."
Ji Dengqi bit his lip out of the blood and sat down as the head of the family.
Ji Dengqi began to kill, killing those mortals who dared to look up at him, killing until blood flowed, killing his hands blood, killing so that no one dared to recall the night when Wan Jia climbed Huazhongshan, thirteen-year-old boys often liked to smash the heads of those mortals in front of them and see the bloody scenery.
Two years later, the news came that Ji Dengqi was ecstatic and regretful, that man practiced qi cultivation and was extremely proficient in formation, but he died at the hands of his enemies in Dali Mountain.
"But it's not enough, Wan Xiaohua's talent is better than mine, and Wan Jia's heritage is profound, so this is far from enough."
Fortunately, the opportunity came, the young master of the Golden Gate was looking for the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on Mochiyue Lake, Ji Dengqi saddled the horse like a dog, and amused the bored man under the tree under the cold gaze of the guards.
He knew that this person was not asking him what he wanted, but asking him why he wanted it.
Ji Dengqi saw the indifference in the eyes of the heavy guards around the man in gold, and he whispered flatteringly:
"Your Highness needs a caring person, a considerate person with good spiritual talent."
Ji Dengqi sent his own sister, a girl with spiritual skills and innocence, the twelve-year-old girl, who would smile and hug the girl he called his brother, the girl covered her face and cried, choked up and firmly said:
"Brother, I also want revenge."
So he watched his sister lying on the bed, her little white feet dangling at the end of the bed, he didn't dare to cry, and his sister didn't dare to cry.
Ji Dengqi practiced without sleeping or eating, and finally broke through the qi training.
He immediately killed the old monk Wan Jia, the uncle of Wan Xiaohua, who was guarding the peak of fetal breath on the land that the Ji family had once lost, and only then did he realize that Wan Xiaohua on Wanjia Huaqian Mountain was no more than Yujing Lun.
No one could have imagined that the qi training monk of the Wan family would die suddenly, and he Ji Deng Qi would ascend to practice qi in just over ten years.
Ji Dengqi had harassed him for more than ten years, seeing that the Wan family had contacted other surrounding families, he was about to recover, he hated it so much that he couldn't sleep all night long.
A few nights ago, Ji Dengqi received a message from his sister, saying that the young master of the Golden Sect was going to Wangyue Lake again.
After many years, the man returned to Wangyue Lake, still looking for the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, Ji Dengqi didn't know what kind of mysterious spiritual energy of heaven and earth made this person come to look for it again and again, but the situation was obviously favorable.
He asked his sister to reveal the deep blood feud between the two families, and blindly exaggerated the indestructibility of the Ten Thousand Families Formation, which finally aroused the man's competitive spirit, and the man in gold laughed:
"Wanhuaqian was an amazing talent hundreds of years ago, and the recognized formation genius of the three sects, for Yu'er's sake, this young master will try the depth of this formation."
So Ji Dengqi took the Ji family, holding a long knife, and slowly stopped at the foot of Huaqian Mountain, and the Ji family behind him was wearing leather armor and quietly staring at Huaqian Mountain with white light flashing with him.
"Your help, Wan Xiaohua."
Ji Deng Qi muttered to himself:
"No matter how much qi you practice, the destruction of your ten thousand families will be on this day, your help, your trump cards, will not have any effect."
Ji Dengqi suddenly had a strong sense of fate, his father's gaze, his grandfather's gaze, silently watched him behind him, watching him step through Huaqian Mountain.
"Behind this battle is the general trend of the Jinmen, and the manpower is poor, you can't see it clearly, and you can't think of it."
Tears suddenly flowed down his cheeks again, the expression and decisive expression on his face no longer had a despicable color, the rolling evil desire and the surging sadness condensed in Ji Dengqi's body, making his short flesh and blood look particularly solid, no matter what, he could not be made any shorter.