The sixth generation of Qiao Xuan, 200 years ago, in the world of Beilinghai.
Beiling is located in the endless sea area in the north. There is no large landmass here, and it is composed of countless islands of different sizes. It is neither like Nanyue State, which has a mortal country, nor East Chongzhou, which is ruled by the righteous way. Every island is like a small country, chaotic. Preface, mortal monks and monsters all live here.
It is the land of no man in the world.
Some islands are ruled by demon cultivators, some islands are dedicated to orthodox monks, there are also small islands where mortals live, and islands where monsters are entrenched...
As well as some sinners and villains from Chongzhou in the east of Nanyue Kingdom, they will wander here when they have nowhere to go.
Survival of the fittest is the rule here.
But what is better than the Western Wilderness is that the resources in the Beiling Sea are still sufficient, and the living environment of mortals is not so bad. Although there are monsters, there are not a few mortals and righteous monks, and the forces of all parties restrict each other.
There are often disputes between large and small islands. The demons and immortals each have their own territory, but there has been a basic tacit understanding over the years. Generally, there will not be too many casualties, and they will not do too much.
A delicate balance is maintained amidst the chaos.
Qiao Xuan's name in this life was Huo Ping, and he was born on a remote island.
This small island is located in a remote place. Although it is not big, it has a good environment. A group of mortals live here, but they can live a relaxed and comfortable life.
Huo Ping has parents who love him, and two lovely younger sisters. They live by fishing on weekdays, and occasionally go to the nearby big island to exchange some goods. For him, it was a simple and happy life.
If there is no accident, he can go on like this forever.
But unfortunately, luck will not always favor him.
Fanchi Island is a famous big island in the Beiling Sea, its area is hundreds of times bigger than Huo Ping's small island, the owner of the island, Tianzong Dasheng, is a dragon demon who practiced the way of magic, and the dragon clan in the Beiling Sea area has long since died out. Well, the last goddess Ruohua of the Dragon Clan has ascended for a hundred years, and now the Evil Jiao is the strongest monster in this sea area.
In order to break through the bottleneck and practice magic skills, it needs to drink human blood to practice, so it arrests people everywhere as training resources, but it is really insidious and cunning, which will attract the attention of other enemies. It never goes to those big islands where monks are stationed. Instead, he went to those small islands that no one cared about, and quietly arrested people for cultivation.
The island where Huo Ping was located, because there were no monks or sects stationed there, was arrested overnight like this.
He, his parents, sister, relatives and friends were all arrested, locked in a cage, and transported to Vatican City.
A mortal is so weak in front of powerful monsters, day by day, there are fewer and fewer people around him, and finally those monsters open the cage where he and his family are.
He watched helplessly as his father and mother were dragged out, their blood was drained in front of him, and the corpses were chewed and eaten by those monsters. While eating, they hated it so much that Huo Ping gritted his teeth and stood motionless in front of the two younger sisters. Before, watching this scene with bloodshot eyes.
I hate the cruelty of these monsters and despair at my own weakness, but no matter how angry and painful I am, I can't do anything.
Weak mortals have no value in survival.
He watched intently, waiting for his own death. At this time, a group of people suddenly rushed in from outside.
It turned out that the Great Sage Tianzong had captured too many mortals, and finally attracted the attention of monks from other islands. The monks from several islands teamed up to kill them, and the Great Sage Tianzong was killed and fled.
Huo Ping survived by luck.
At that moment, he thought he was saved.
Huo Ping called for help from the approaching monks, but not only did they not even look at him, they kicked him to the ground and dragged his two younger sisters out from behind.
It turns out that these people are all demon cultivators.
They didn't attack here to save people, they just didn't want the Great Sage of Heaven to become bigger.
It is better to attack first, and then to suffer disaster. Several demon sects who did not deal with the Great Sage of Heaven, attacked here while it was not being joined together.
As for the humans captured here, they just changed their masters.
Huo Ping's appearance is ordinary and masculine, so he can't attract the interest of those demon cultivators, but his two younger sisters are lovely.
Huo Ping went crazy and wanted to rob someone, but was beaten until he vomited blood and was dying.
His parents are gone.
His sister was also taken away before his eyes.
No one came to rescue them at all.
Several great demon cultivators divided up the Vatican Chi City, and these mortals were also divided up. Huo Ping became the servant of a little devil.
Here, Huo Ping met a friend who was also a slave, a thin boy who looked honest and honest. Because of his pity for the boy's suffering, even though he himself had a hard time, Huo Ping would still share his little food with him. He would help him with his work when he was sick... The boy was very grateful to Huo Ping and said that he would definitely repay him in the future.
After a period of time, Huo Ping began to plan to escape from here. He wanted to find his sisters. He was afraid to think about what happened to them, but he would definitely find them, and he would never give up on them...
Never give up.
Huo Ping asked the boy to help him cover, he didn't need the other party to do too much, as long as he pretended not to find him when he was running away...
But just as Huo Ping escaped, he was blocked by the magician.
The boy who was always taken care of by him on weekdays nodded and said to Moxiu, I knew he was dishonest and wanted to escape.
Huo Ping didn't understand why the other party betrayed him.
Later he found out.
In the face of interests, his kindness to him is not worth mentioning.
Because the boy got the reward, and was given the opportunity to practice by the demon cultivator, the opportunity to become a master.
On the other hand, he had one hand cut off, cut off from the right elbow, and was thrown into the stable to wait for death...
In a daze, Huo Ping told himself time and time again, you can't die, you can't just die like this, if you die, who else will save them...
No one else will save them except you.
He finally survived.
He couldn't beat the storm with that magic material, and he was humiliated and tortured in all kinds of ways. A lowly servant with a severed hand, torturing him is very interesting.
Huo Ping accepted all this indifferently.
The only belief that supports his survival is that his sisters are still waiting for him to save them...
So no matter how painful it is, he can persevere.
Not long after, there was a battle between Vatican City and other islands for robbing resources.
A righteous monk came in.
It was a kind-looking middle-aged monk, walking with a sword and fluttering white clothes. Huo Ping had long heard that there were good people in other islands, and some monks were willing to protect ordinary people. Hope was ignited in his eyes again, and he desperately called for help. , but the other party never bowed his head, just flew over with a blank expression.
Huo Ping thought that the other party might not have heard, he refused to give up, and called for help again and again until his throat became hoarse and he couldn't speak, but no one stopped.
A few times in the middle, a monk looked down, Huo Ping thought that the other party would stop, but no...
They looked at him like a humble ant, indifferent and meaningless.
Not worth the slightest bit of their stay.
They rushed in as a struggle among monks, for the benefit of resources, not to save a useless mortal.
Gradually, the light in Huo Ping's eyes dissipated. These so-called orthodox monks were no different from those demon cultivators.
In their eyes, ants are worthless.
No one would do anything to save him.
Righteous way and evil way.
unimportant.
Only strength is important. Only by becoming stronger can you save yourself and the people you care about.
Soon the dispute ended, and the orthodox monks all retreated. When Huo Ping's master came back, he found that the lowly servant not only did not escape, but stayed obediently. He felt that he was a good obedient slave. I didn't have any intention of resisting, and gradually became careless towards him.
After all, no one would take the ants seriously.
Huo Ping began to secretly look for opportunities to practice.
He was willing to help his master to test the medicine with himself. He was on the verge of death countless times, with various scars all over his body, but he survived time and time again.
Finally one day, when the master was not paying attention, he cut the master's throat with a knife.
As he was leaving, he killed the boy by the way.
Huo Ping quietly concealed himself, like a mouse living in the gutter, paralyzing his enemy with his weakness, and then killing him. He can practice any evil kung fu in order to become stronger, and he will definitely become stronger... just like this. Look for the traces of the sisters.
A few years later.
Huo Ping was already a well-known demon cultivator, and he finally got news from his sisters.
Drenched in blood, he rushed into the mansion of a big devil in Fanchi City. The other party looked at him in disbelief, unwilling to believe that he would die like this.
Huo Ping searched the whole mansion.
Finally found his sisters.
But he has come too late.
The souls of the younger sisters were drawn out to practice evil exercises, and their bodies were transformed into female slaves. They no longer recognized him. They were just tools without souls. At this moment, Huo Ping felt that all his persistence had become a ridiculous joke. , Even the hardships I suffered have become worthless.
Along the way, no one has helped him, no one has given him hope.
He walked here on blood and corpses.
But after all nothing can be saved.
He loathes everything.
He hates the world.
Hate the injustice of fate and the indifference of human nature.
He killed all the demon cultivators who resisted him in Fanchi City, and the remaining demon cultivators surrendered to him in order to survive.
He changed his name to Huo Qiu and became the new city lord of Fanchi City.
A ruthless demon cultivator with no past and future, nothing left in his heart except hatred for this world.
Huo Chou led his men to attack other islands, and quickly spread the reputation of being brutal and violent, becoming a fearsome big devil.
But Huo Qiu didn't care about these at all.
He never refuses the monks who come to join him, no matter good or bad, as long as he obeys the order, he will be included under his command. Except when he goes out to fight, Huo Chou never cares what his subordinates do, whether they burn, kill, loot or seek pleasure. These are none of his business.
He enjoys the fun of attacking the next island every time, and likes to watch those monks flee, and see those once unattainable existences like bereaved dogs.
Seeing all the despicableness of human nature.
act like a buffoon.
The weak are not qualified to survive, and the strong can act recklessly, but in front of the stronger, they are nothing but weak.
Only killing can satisfy him.
Although Huo Chou had a fierce reputation, the strong were respected, and more and more people took refuge in him.
Fan Chi Island quickly ruled a large area of the Beiling Sea.
On this day, he led his men to kill another island. This island used to belong to an orthodox sect, but those so-called orthodox monks learned that he was coming, so they quietly fled overnight, and sent those mortals who enshrined them and hoped to be sheltered. Abandoning them, even if they know what will happen to these poor mortals if they abandon them like this, but in front of their own lives, the so-called righteous monks are nothing more than that.
Huo Chou stood on the land of that island, indifferently watching his subordinates enter like a pack of wolves, driving the 'flock' who had no resistance, showing a bored expression.
Those people became more and more cautious, and they fled faster and faster.
In the past, he could still make him move his hands, but now he just ran away after hearing the news.
Huo Chou looked at the group of desperate mortals and raised the corners of his mouth sarcastically. He used to be like those people, but it took him a long time and he paid a terrible price to realize that there is no one in this world who can save people from suffering. Bodhisattva.
The gods are high above, and they don't care about the life and death of mortals.
No one will come to your rescue.
Huo Qiu's eyes were sleepy. He was walking on the mountain path of the island. There was a mountain in the center of the island. Walking into the depths of the forest, he could see a corner of the temple faintly exposed. It was like a quiet paradise. With the hustle and bustle.
Tranquility was broken.
A monk and a group of people are in a stalemate.
The monk closed his eyes and was probably blind. He was wearing a washed and white cassock that was patched and stood alone among the grass, but his cleanliness and beauty were not damaged in the slightest.
It was a kind of unoffensive and pure beauty, as if just looking at him, you would believe that there was beauty in this world, and you were willing to kneel at his feet and repent.
His countenance makes darkness invisible.
This is the most beautiful person Huo Chou has ever seen.
Even if the monk is blind.
There are a group of children hiding in the temple, and his subordinates are going to kill them. This monk stands in front, obviously trying to protect the group of children, but he is only one person, and he doesn't seem to have any cultivation. He is just a mortal. How to protect others
That group of vicious demon cultivators are not good people. They looked at the monk with salivation. Although the monk is a man, his beauty has already surpassed gender and race, which made all the demon cultivators lustful. Violent hair.
If it really fell into the hands of this group of guys, life would definitely be worse than death.
It was rare for Huo Chou to be interested. He concealed the cruelty in his eyes, walked over to the monk and said, "Go, as long as you get out of the way, I can let you go."
He didn't intend to let him go at all.
It's just that I want to tear off the hypocritical mask of the other party. It must be very interesting to see such a beautiful face drowned in despair.
The monk followed the voice and turned to face him.
Huo Qiu continued to seduce: "Don't you believe me? I swear I will do what I say. As long as you leave those children alone, I promise I won't make things difficult for you."
The corner of the monk's lips raised slightly, revealing a faint smile, with a compassionate expression, he said slowly: "If I stay, can you let them go?"
The smile on Huo Chou's face faded, and he said, "Then do you know what will happen if you stay?"
The monk nodded without hesitation.
Huo Chou looked at the other person's face, that holy and beautiful face, he was not moved by the predicament, he didn't care what happened to him, and he didn't abandon anyone in order to survive, he didn't even have a trace of fear, fear, guarding the children In front of him, he really looks like a god who sympathizes with the world.
Huo Chou has seen too much selfishness and indifference in human nature. Even if some people are unwilling to degenerate, they will eventually be defeated by the fear of death. At the last moment of life, no one can say that they can put other people's lives above their own.
Human nature cannot stand the test.
Huo Chou suddenly drew out the saber, and the tip of the saber touched the monk's throat in an instant. The wind of the saber brushed his face, and the monk's expression did not fluctuate at all...
It's ridiculous.
Could it be that he really came to save sentient beings
Such a peerless beauty exudes a seductive smell from the inside out, like the cleanest thing in the world, making the dirtiest darkness yearn for it.
Huo Chouding stared at him for a while, then quickly put the knife back into its sheath, raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, "Okay, you stay, I'll let them go."
The author has something to say: Qiao Xuan: I almost made an attack in this life, it must be because of the beauty that made me dizzy :)