She's going to be a sect boss

The land of the Northern Territory, a world of ice and snow, a place of extreme cold.

Hao was staring at the frozen man in the middle of the formation. The man's face was covered with dark magic lines, hovering up from his neck, looking a little hideous and terrifying.

He stared carefully at the man's stern face, trying to see any resemblance to himself.

Suddenly, the man opened his eyes, and even crystal snowflakes could be seen on the eyelashes. His eyes were pure black, staring at him firmly.

Haozheng took a step back in fright from such piercing gaze.

"You are here, my son." The man said with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

Haozheng was taken aback, and asked with difficulty: "Are you... my father?"

He was coerced by that devilish energy to come here, and he was extremely at a loss for everything.

"Of course." The man stared enthusiastically at the boy in front of him.

The boy was white and tender, with a touch of innocence, very much like his mother, that stupid woman.

Haozheng received an affirmative answer, and hurriedly asked: "What about my mother? Where is she now?"

The man blinked, his pure black eyes remained motionless, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he explained, "She's dead."

Haozheng felt a chill in his heart, and hurriedly asked, "How did she die?"

The man squinted his eyes. There was no extra flesh on his overly sharp face, and he only twitched with a smile on his face. The magic lines on his face seemed to have life, and slowly moved.

"Of course you were killed by the person who adopted you."

This person is the sealed demon god Han Yi, and he could tell with his eyes that the person in front of him must have been raised by a cultivator.

As soon as these words came out, Haozheng's eyes turned red instantly: "This is impossible!"

He retorted eagerly.

His parents are definitely not that kind of people.

Han Yi then bewitched:
"My dear child, we are demons, and those cultivators hate demons. How could they let your mother go?"

Haozheng's eyes were filled with tears immediately, and he only managed to keep his tears from falling.Mother had told him before that a man would not shed tears lightly.

"Are demons so hated by people? Then why did they keep me?"

Han Yi sneered secretly in his heart, but on his face he coaxed:

"Leaving you is naturally to make us father and son kill each other. Those hypocritical immortal cultivators are so vicious."

Then he bewitched and said: "Come on, child, rescue your father, we father and son will fight back to the world of cultivating immortals together to avenge your mother!"

After all, Haozheng was only a 15-year-old boy. He looked down at the demon energy lingering around him, and realized that he could no longer turn back.

What he has learned before is that evil spirits are crooked, and everyone can get them and punish them.

But he never thought that one day he would find out that he was that evil spirit.

Han Yi saw everything in his eyes, and continued to induce:
"Child, come on, come to the middle of the formation, and you can save me."

Haozheng wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, got up and walked forward, as soon as he stepped into it, a strong suction force instantly attracted him to the front of the cold ice block.

A feeling of oppression swept over the sky, causing him to have a splitting headache and trembling in pain.

Han Yi's body inside the ice cube could already move, and he couldn't wait to say: "Child, hurry up, raise your hand and meet mine."

"I hurt."

Hao Zheng struggled to squeeze out these two words from between his teeth.

Han Yi inside the ice cube turned a deaf ear to his pain, and instead urged: "Hurry up, let's face each other."

Haozheng had no choice but to try his best to raise his hand and stick it on the ice.

A bone-piercing chill instantly engulfed him, freezing him stiff.When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had been frozen in the ice cube.

"This is.?"

Hao Zheng was so cold that his teeth were chattering, and he was full of puzzlement.

Han Yi had already appeared outside the formation, and when he saw this, he laughed triumphantly, and mocked without any concealment:
"Silly boy, don't you know that when a new demon god is born, the old demon god will die. For your father and me to live well, you should stay inside."

Haozheng felt that his limbs were slowly becoming stiff and unable to move. He questioned in pain: "My. Mother"

Han Yi smiled sinisterly, revealing a row of snow-white teeth, and said, "That stupid woman, if she obediently offered you up, how good would it be?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand coldly, intending to crush the ice cube with one move.

In this world, there can only be one Demon God.

On the ground, a figure in Tsing Yi appeared in a flash, holding a wooden sword, blocked the move, stood in front of the ice cube, and sneered coldly:
"Damn it, tiger poison doesn't even eat its eggs!"

"Mom, help me~"

Hao Zheng saw the woman in front of him and begged.However, the tears seeping from the corners of his eyes soon froze into icicles.

"It's you?"

Demon God Han Yi recognized He Miao, sneered, and said:

"Gong Liangxi used to mention his little junior sister a lot. It's a pity that he died at your hands. What a vicious woman!"

He Miao retorted unceremoniously: "In terms of viciousness, I'm worse than you."

Enraged by He Miao, Han Yi swung another move, intending to kill He Miao.

A touch of white clothes descended from the sky, powerful and pure divine power dispelled this move.

"Zhuansun Yuan!"

Until this moment, Han Yi finally changed his face.He had fought against Zhuan Sunyuan before, and knew that he was extremely difficult to deal with.

"Daddy." Hao Zheng said in surprise.

Hearing the sound, Zhuan Sunyuan glanced at Haozheng who had been buried in the ice, and only nodded slightly.

Then he fought against Han Yi and the two of them.

Behind her, Qing Ye rushed over with a sword in hand. She looked at the two figures, one white and one black, out of breath, and felt that she could do nothing to help.

"Haozheng, why did you sneak out?" Qingye asked worriedly looking at Haozheng in the ice.

Haozheng lowered his eyes aggrievedly, and explained:
"I heard my uncle's words. He said that the wooden hairpin I was not born by my mother can only be given to my sister."

Speaking of this, he stretched out his hand with difficulty, holding the wooden hairpin in his palm: "Give it back to sister"

He felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and his consciousness was getting blurred step by step.

He is a demon, and he is destined not to be accepted by immortal cultivators. Perhaps it is his fate to be sealed in this extremely cold place.

He Miao saw at a glance that Haozheng's consciousness was slackening, and immediately said, "Haozheng, look, this is a gift from your mother~"

Haozheng half-closed his eyes, and vaguely saw a crystal clear teardrop in his mother's palm.

It turned out that he was also a child with gifts.

He instantly soured his nose, and said hoarsely: "Mom, I already have devilish energy when it's too late."

He is a demon in the first place, with demon energy entering his body, how can he return to the past.

Seeing this, He Miao retorted loudly:

"It's nothing to have devilish energy. When your mother used to have devilish energy in her heart, you didn't know where it was. Believe me, it's not a big problem."

Haozheng heard this, shook his head and said, "Mother, I am the son of a demon god. Once I was born, I was a demon who should not have been born."

Seeing this, He Miao raised her voice and said loudly:

"Remember the story I told you? Yang Guo's story."

"Your name is Haozheng, and you will not become a devil if you cultivate a righteous spirit."

"Your mother lost her life just to let you live a good life."

Inside the ice cube, Haozheng slowly closed his eyes while listening to He Miao's rambling words.