Black clouds hovered in the night sky, and the sky was so dark that it seemed to press down on the ground. The raindrops falling from the sky rolled across the vast land amidst the howling wind.
In the wilderness, you can't see the village in front of you, you can't see the land behind. There is only one ancient road extending from a distance, and it extends to the distance alone.
In the dark clouds of the night sky, there was a low thunderclap, and the rain between the sky and the earth gradually increased.
The earth is solemn, except for the sound of wind and rain in the wilderness, it is pitch black everywhere, only a single light is burning on the edge of the ancient road, revealing a little light.
This is a wilderness hut. The owner's surname is He, a middle-aged man in his early forties, who was born in Xiaochi Town, a day's journey away from here. Travelers going north provide a place to rest and drink tea, so as to earn some hard money.
At this moment, Boss He was sitting behind the counter in his shop, listening intently to the sound of the wind and rain outside the house, frowning slightly, and sighing softly. In such bad weather, most likely there will be no more customers coming up.
His hut is located between Xiaochi Town and Kongsang Mountain, a big mountain in the west. The ancient road outside the door has been the way of business travel since ancient times, and it is also the only way to the big city in the east - Donghai Changhe City. So travelers pass by from time to time.
Right now, on this stormy night, there are still a few customers in this wilderness shop, sitting silently in the dark and dim hut, avoiding the bitter wind and rain outside.
"Crack."
The wick of the oil lamp in front of Boss He made a slight crackling sound, waking up the honest middle-aged man from his drowsiness. The sound of wind and rain outside the house became louder and louder, as if choked with sobs. It seemed that the guests here would not be able to leave this night.
Thinking like this, he looked up at the customers in his shop. There are only five tables in the simple hut, and there are currently three tables with guests sitting beside them. The one at the farthest corner is a single man sitting in a dark place where the lights are difficult to illuminate. The man is sitting there alone, even his face is blurred.
And at the two tables that are closer, there is an old man with extraordinary bearing and a young girl who is just like cardamom. The old man also has a bamboo pole leaning on the table. The four characters "Guiding the way" seem to be a fortune teller.
As for the last table, it was the business traveler with the largest number of people. There were four people in total, and the corner behind them was full of goods. At this moment, there was a young man cursing softly at the ghostly weather.
"Okay, don't talk about it." Another old man among the four who looked older shouted at him, turned his head and smiled at Boss He, and said slightly apologetically, "Boss He, it's been windy and rainy today. Yes, it also caused you to stay up late with us."
Boss He smiled and shook his head. This group of business travelers often travel on this ancient road, and they have come to his small shop many times to rest, so they are considered regular customers. Immediately said: "It's okay, it's normal for me to stay up late, but today it looks like it's been covered by dark clouds since daytime, why are you still on your way, sir?"
The old man was startled when he heard the words, and then he looked at the other people in the same group, and said with a wry smile: "Actually, why don't we know that the weather is bad today, but it is really difficult to go out!"
Boss He let out an "ah".
The old man picked up the teacup in front of him, drank the tea in the cup, and said, "Boss He, the current world is so difficult!"
Boss He was taken aback and said, "What's wrong?"
The old man smiled wryly, and said: "Ten years ago, the Demon Cult, which had disappeared for a long time, suddenly reappeared. I heard that it fought a big battle with the gods of Zhengdao in Qingyun Mountain. Since then, this In the past ten years, the Demon Cult has not been wiped out by the Righteous Way, but has been flourishing day by day, and it is heard everywhere that they are fighting against the Righteous Way."
Boss He was silent, the old man sighed, and continued: "We ordinary people can't control what they fight with them, but under this fight, the world is in chaos. I was out to eat and drink, and I was worried every day, afraid that I would meet a strongman, so I hurried on my way, but I was stopped here by the wind and rain, and I am troublesome, Boss He."
Boss He shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter, you don't have to take it to heart..."
While he was talking, a voice suddenly came from a far corner, and said calmly: "So, this gentleman thinks that the chaos in the world and the rampant thieves are all caused by the demon sect you said?"
The old man was startled, he didn't speak yet, the fortune teller and the young girl were sitting in front of him at the table, and he also looked at them. The girl's bright eyes were bright, her appearance was beautiful, and there were dimples at the corners of her mouth, which made her look lovable.
At this moment, she suddenly opened her mouth and smiled at the old business traveler: "This old man!"
The old man looked at her and said, "What's the matter, girl?"
The young girl said softly: "Old man, your face is thin and full of lines, but the shape of your face is not broken. Although the Lord's life has been full of twists and turns, it is still considered safe. It's just that you have a small scar at the sixth part of the heaven, which is horizontal in the face, blocking it. Life line, wealth line, Lord, when you get old, there may be a catastrophe. Now that you are old, it is better to talk less and avoid disasters."
All the merchants changed their colors together, and the old man even stood up and stared closely at the old and the young, but the two of them didn't react, they remained calm. After a long while, the old man's face was cloudy and uncertain, he looked around, finally sat back, cupped his hands to the girl and said, "Thank you for your guidance, miss."
After he sat back, the small shop immediately fell silent, and the mysterious man who was in the corner just now seemed to have also calmed down, and didn't speak any more.
It's just that the long night was really unbearable. After a long time, people in the business travelers over there gradually began to chat. After talking, they talked about the battle between good and evil in Qingyun Mountain ten years ago.
These traveling merchants are just ordinary people, and naturally they have never been to the scene to see it, but it is rumored that this thing was born for this purpose. Moreover, those masters of righteous cultivation have always been mysterious and unpredictable, and they are the best talking points in the mouths of ordinary people.
As they talked, the voices of several young people gradually became louder, and everyone else heard them, and their attention was attracted.
"... In short, the situation of Qingyunmen was already in danger at that time. Fortunately, the old god Daoxuan was involved in good luck, and with a light tap of his finger, thunder and lightning suddenly fell from the sky. I heard that the loud noise could be heard for hundreds of miles. Repel the demon cultists!"
"Fart!" There was a sudden soft shout, but it came from the handsome old man who was sitting at the same table with the girl. Everyone was taken aback, looked at him, and only heard the old man say: "If Daoxuan is really that powerful, how come so many people from Qingyun Sect died in the battle of Qingyun Mountain? Even the head of Qimai died twice. Well, the other elders and disciples were killed and injured countless times, you are the head of the Devil Sect, are you living for nothing?"
Everyone was dumbfounded, the girl next to him frowned and said in a low voice: "Grandpa, I told people not to talk too much just now, why are you talking so much?"
The old man chuckled, and his face, which was originally quite like a crane bone fairy, suddenly became a little proud, and said in a low voice: "Xiaohuan, don't scare me, I have shown you my fate a long time ago, although I have been wandering all my life, But when you grow old, you are lucky, the Lord will grow old safely, and someone will die. Hehe, it’s okay, it’s okay!”
The young girl just took a sip of tea, almost choked on his words, coughed twice, and stared at the old man angrily, but the old man was complacent and didn't take it seriously.
The old and the young are none other than Zhou Yixian, a fortune teller who travels the world, and his granddaughter Xiaohuan. Now it has been ten years since the last battle between righteousness and evil in Qingyun Mountain, Xiaohuan has grown up, and she is beautiful and beautiful, but she still follows Zhou Yixian wandering around the world.
At this time, Zhou Yixian seemed to be hooked, and regardless of the first meeting with others, he pulled the stool and sat in the middle of those business travelers, and began to talk about the battle of Qingyun back then, Xiaohuan was angry at the side End, but there is nothing to do.
Zhou Yixian's eloquence is excellent. Besides, he walks the world with just one mouth. His words are lively and lifelike, far better than those young people just now. After a while, even Boss He couldn't help but walk over. Everyone gathers together, listening to Zhou Yixian staring at each other, looking back on the past while talking and laughing...
"ah!"
Hearing the wonderful and intense part, those young people exclaimed at the same time, and one of them couldn't help asking: "Old man, were you there at that time? Did you know so carefully?"
Zhou Yixian was stunned, then patted his clothes with his hands, shook his head and sighed: "I've always been unwilling to interfere in these matters of beating and killing, let those juniors of Qingyun sect do it!"
Everyone was taken aback, and immediately felt respectful, but at this moment, they heard a "poof" from the side, and it was Xiaohuan who spouted out the sip of tea he had just drank, and coughed continuously.
Zhou Yixian glared at her, then turned around, hehe smiled, at this time a young man beside him said, "Old man, what happened to that disciple named Zhang from Qingyunmen, did he really turn his back on Qingyunmen?"
Zhou Yixian frowned, remained silent for a moment, then shook his head and said: "I don't know about this. The scene was chaotic that day, it seemed that even that Zhang Xiaofan passed out, and was snatched by the Demon Cult's people in the end, and he has been missing ever since. gone."
The people around sighed. In fact, Zhang Xiaofan's life experience is really a major secret of Qingyunmen and Tianyin Temple, and it will never be revealed to the outside world, but when the secret was revealed that day, there were quite a few people present, especially people from the Demon Cult, so after a long time, the world unexpectedly It also spread slowly. It's just that what Zhou Yixian said at this moment seemed as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes at the Yuqing Hall of Tongtian Peak in Qingyun Mountain that day.
Boss He sighed and said, "I don't know how the boy is doing now?"
"How is he now..." Suddenly, the voice of the mysterious man sitting in the corner sounded again, with a hint of vicissitudes.
Zhou Yixian turned his head, looked at the man sitting in the shadow, and said, "What, brother, do you know?"
The man was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Of course I know, but, even if you have seen him before, you probably won't recognize him now..."
Xiaohuan frowned and said, "What happened to him?"
The man didn't speak any more, he just hid his figure in the darkness.
The wind and rain outside the house filled the sky and the ground, and it seemed to be a little more miserable...
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Kongsang Mountain, Wanbat Ancient Cave.
Eight hundred years ago, the black-hearted old man, the predecessor of the Demon Sect, created the heyday of the Blood Refining Hall here, commanding the Demon Sect to shock the world. But now the disciples of the younger generation are unworthy, the place is desolate and withered, it is very desolate.
And beside the Necromancer Abyss hidden in the depths of the Wanbat Ancient Grotto, it has been occupied by countless sudden foreign enemies at this moment.
On the side of the boulder engraved with the three big characters "dead spirit abyss" in ancient seal characters, the last disciples of the Blood Refining Hall are all gathered here, leaning against the boulder, and stepping back a few steps, there is an unfathomable darkness Necromancer Abyss.
And there were less than ten of them, including Nian Laoda, Liu Hao, Wild Dog Taoist and others, all of them were wounded, and their expressions were tired and terrified. On the ground in front of them, dozens of corpses were lying here and there, surrounded by men in black who were several times their size, and all of them had a skull embroidered on their chests without exception.
The old man took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and started to speak, but suddenly found that his voice had become hoarse at some point: "All, fellow ghost king religious friends, our Blood Refining Hall is just a small faction in the holy religion, and we have never dared to Offending Ghost King Zong, no, I don’t know why Senior Ghost King did this to us?”
"Hmph!" A cold snort came from among the countless men in black. A man in black with a skull embroidered in gold on his chest came out. The situation in the holy religion is already very obvious, the Sect Master of the Ghost King has also sent you several letters, but you are still like a wall, dealing with us today, and worshiping at the door of the Changsheng Hall tomorrow, could it be that you don’t take the Sect Master of the Ghost King seriously in your heart ?"
The old man's face paled, knowing that in the holy religion, the internal struggle headed by the four major factions is becoming more and more fierce. If the various small factions do not attach themselves, they will hear rumors of being wiped out by mysterious figures from time to time. But now that the Ghost King Sect suddenly made a big move, the strength he had painstakingly cultivated in the Blood Refining Hall for many years was almost wiped out by them in one fell swoop, and the situation before him was quite obvious.
Sure enough, the man in black sneered, and said, "Boss, let me tell you again, the ghost king and patriarch is so talented, and the unification of the holy religion is just around the corner. He wants to take your blood refining hall under his flag because he thinks highly of you. Don't be ungrateful."
Speaking of the latter, his voice was already full of threats.
The old man's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. Although the situation was obvious, it was impossible for his little blood refining hall to defeat the ghost king's sect anyway, but would the inheritance passed down by the ancestor be destroyed in his own hands?
This decision is really hard to make!
The man in black saw the old man's hesitant look, his eyebrows turned cold, and he suddenly said: "Boss, let me advise you, you are facing me now, so you are lucky, but do you know that this time you are hosting an attack on the air?" Who is Sangshan?"
The old man shook his body, and the man in black sneered: "You guessed it too! Yes, it is Gui Li, the deputy suzerain of our Ghost King Sect. If he comes, your fate will be..."
He was halfway through speaking, when suddenly someone next to him coughed twice, the face of the man in black changed, as if he had thought of something, his face also turned pale, as if even he was deeply afraid of that name.
At this moment, a strong bloody smell suddenly came from, and I don't know where it came from, but it suddenly filled the entire huge space. All the men in black in the Ghost King Sect straightened their bodies immediately, and the man in black who was the leader just now was also slightly pale. Looking carefully, one could vaguely see the corners of his eyes twitching slightly.
Who is it that makes him so afraid
The sound of footsteps gradually sounded, as if coming from the endless dark depths of this abyss, slowly walking out.
One step, one blood mark!
All the men in black suddenly separated to the two sides like a tide, making way for a passage.
The faint cyan light, with the reddish blood light, gently rippling in the darkness, moving forward slowly.
The faces of the people in the Blood Refining Hall were all pale and bloodless.
Ten years ago, the Ghost King Sect did not have a figure named Ghost Li, but it was rumored in the sect that after the bloody battle between righteousness and demons ten years ago, the head of the Ghost King Sect, Ghost King, took a traitor from the righteous way under his sect and treated him as his own. The second volume of the sacred scripture "Book of Heaven" that fell into the hands of Ghost King Zong was handed down from generation to generation.
And this Ghost Li, apart from his unbelievable improvement in Taoism, his temper has turned upside down, his killing and bloodthirsty to the point that even the people in the Demon Cult are frightened.
In recent years, the internal strife within the Demon Sect has become increasingly fierce, and Gui Li, a simple disciple of the Qingyun Sect, has suddenly become the No. 1 general of the Ghost King Sect. "Soul Eater Stick" (this name was taken privately by members of the Demon Cult) has sucked the blood of countless people, coupled with the ghost king's special attitude, he soon became a figure under one person and above ten thousand in the ghost king's sect.
But this person, ten years ago, all these people in the Blood Refining Hall had seen him before.
The wild dog Taoist in the crowd looked over to him, the man gradually appeared in the darkness, with such a strong bloody aura, as if emanating from the depths of his body.
There were countless people standing in the field, but there was not a single sound.
His appearance is still the same as before, without any change, and the appearance between his brows can be clearly seen, but the wild dog's heart began to beat non-stop, as if the person standing in front of him was not a person at all, but Vicious wild beast.
"you… "
He said the first sentence slowly, his voice was steady and stern, echoing in this place: "Surrender or not?"
Countless people stood behind him, but no one approached him.
Everyone in the Blood Refining Hall looked at each other, the old man was sweating profusely, and he didn't even feel the wounds on his body, but at this moment, suddenly there was a strange cry in the field: "Go to die!"
Everyone turned pale, and saw a flash of saber light suddenly bursting out on the ground next to Gui Li, stabbing him in the lower abdomen, and the assassin's hair was disheveled, his expression frantic and dazed, both feet had been cut off, blood Flow like a note.
Seeing that this person seemed to be a disciple of the Blood Refining Hall, who was seriously injured, finally lost his mind amidst the fear and pain, screamed frantically and stabbed at Ghost Li.
Just a moment later, a dark blue light mixed with bloody red light came out from Ghost Li's right hand and enveloped this person.
The smell of blood in the air became a little heavier.
The withered body fell to the side feebly, the faces of the people in the Blood Refining Hall became a little paler, and some young disciples began to tremble, but a red gleam gradually appeared in Ghost Li's eyes, and he slowed down again. Slowly said: "You guys, will you surrender or not?"
And the ugly black Soul Eater (fire stick) in his hand gradually lit up.
Behind him, all the men in black seemed to breathe in together and took a step forward at the same time.
An incomparable and terrifying aura surged over, drowning all the people in the Blood Refining Hall.
Suddenly, a shout erupted from the people in the Blood Refining Hall: "No, no, I, I, I surrender!"
Accompanied by this sound, a young disciple ran out, left the people in the Blood Refining Hall, and rushed to the Ghost King Sect, but subconsciously moved far away from where Ghost Li was.
As soon as this started, there was an immediate reaction. Everyone in the Blood Refining Hall looked at me and I looked at you. From time to time, someone came out. The elder sighed, knowing that the situation was over, and said with a sad smile: "Forget it, just do it!"
As he spoke, he came out more and more, and everyone followed behind him, and slowly walked in front of Ghost Li, took out a black palm-sized iron plate with a black heart engraved on it, and presented it with both hands. Gui Li smiled bitterly and said: "This is the 'Black Heart Order' of the Blood Refining Hall. The 800-year-old foundation of the Blood Refining Hall will be over by today..."
"nonsense!"
At this moment, there was a loud shout, but a trembling and fearful voice came from behind them. Everyone was taken aback, turned their heads to look, and suddenly saw that there was still a person standing in front of the boulder just now, and did not follow them forward.
Daoist wild dog!
Daoist Wild Dog stared at the old man, panting heavily, but said loudly: "Boss, when you led me into the blood refining hall, we made a solemn oath together in front of the statue of the black hearted ancestor, this, this life will never change, You, how can you do this?"
A flash of shame flashed across the old man's face, he lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Wild dog, the situation is stronger than human beings, don't seek death, come quickly!"
Under the eyes of countless eyes, the wild dog Taoist, especially the pair of eyes with a terrifying red light in the front, seemed to pierce his heart, making the hairs all over his body stand on end, even his eyes His feet trembled slightly because he was too scared to control it.
However, he shook his head slowly while trembling: "No, boss, no, I can do whatever you want, but if you want me to rebel against the Blood Refining Hall, no!"
He faced the front, with a dazed and empty expression, as if everything was shattered, and said in a low voice: "I grew up like a monster, and everyone detested me, even my own parents abandoned me. I was Raised by wild dogs, I suffered all kinds of hardships and humiliation. Only after entering the Blood Refining Hall, it was my turn to bully others and feel proud. At that time, I swore a heavy oath in front of the Patriarch. No regrets… "
Everyone was stunned, the elder noticed that Gui Li's face was gradually darkening, and felt anxious. Unexpectedly, this wild dog has always been bullying, coveting life and fearing death on weekdays, but now it suddenly became like this.
But you can't ignore your own life just because this wild dog is alone, and immediately said cruelly: "Okay, you are great, then you can support the blood refinement hall alone!"
As he said that, he threw the black heart order in his hand, and the wild dog subconsciously caught it, but then his body trembled violently and gasped for breath.
The elders and the others all disappeared among the men in black of the Ghost King Sect, leaving only the wild dog standing alone under the glowing boulder, facing countless men in black, and standing not far in front of him , it is the legendary bloodthirsty and easy-to-kill devil!
His faint and ferocious eyes fell on the wild dog's face.
The wild dog felt that he almost saw an evil spirit. If it wasn't for the support of the huge boulder behind him, he simply didn't know if he could stand still. However, in the midst of this extreme fear, he said in a low and trembling voice: "You kill me!"
As he said that, he clenched the Black Heart Token in his hand, closed his eyes, and the cold iron plate seemed to melt into his body, waiting for the destruction and death to come together!