Black clouds hovered in the night sky, and the sky was so dark that it seemed to be pressing down on the ground. The raindrops falling from the sky rolled across the vast earth amidst the biting and whistling wind.

In the wilderness, there is no village in front and no land behind. It is vast and vast, with only an ancient road extending from the distance, and then extending lonely into the distance.

There was a low thunder in the dark clouds in the night sky, and the rain between the sky and the earth gradually became heavier.

The earth is solemn and solemn. Except for the sound of wind and rain, everything is dark in the wilderness. Only a solitary lamp is lit 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 comes from Xiaochi Town, a day's walk from here. In this remote place, next to the ancient road, he worked hard to build a simple house to serve as a gateway to the south.

Travelers heading north provide a place to stop and drink tea, thereby earning some hard money.

At this moment, Boss He was sitting behind the counter in his shop, listening intently to the howling wind and rain outside. He frowned slightly and sighed softly. With such bad weather, he probably wouldn't have any more customers.

Already.

His hut is located between Xiaochi Town and Kongsang Mountain, a large mountain in the west. The ancient road outside the door has been a road for business travel since ancient times, and is also the only way to the big city further 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 small shop in the wilderness, sitting silently in the dark and dim cabin, avoiding the miserable 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, "whimpering" as if choking, it seemed that this night

, the guests here can’t leave.

He thought like this and looked up at the customers in his shop. There were only five tables in the simple hut. There were customers sitting next to three tables at the moment, and a single man sat at the corner one.

, there was a dark place that was difficult to illuminate with lights, and the man sat there alone, even his face was blurry.

At the two tables closer to each other, there was an old man with an extraordinary bearing and a young girl sitting at one table. The old man had a bamboo pole leaning against the table with a piece of cloth on it that read "Immortal."

With the four words "guidance", it seems that he is a fortune teller.

As for the last table, it was the most crowded business trip. There were four people in total. The corner behind them was piled with goods. At this moment, there seemed to be a young man in the middle softly cursing the bad weather.

"Okay, stop talking." The other older man among the four shouted at him, turned around, smiled at Boss He, and said slightly apologetically: "Boss He, it's windy and rainy today.

The big one even made you stay up late with us."

Boss He smiled and shook his head. This business trip often traveled on this ancient road, and he stopped at his shop many times, so he was considered a regular customer. He immediately said: "It doesn't matter, it's normal for me to stay up late, but today I will stay up late during the day."

It looked like dark clouds were coming from the beginning, why are you still on your way, sir?"

The old man was startled when he heard this, and then he looked at each other 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 said "Ah".

The old man picked up the teacup in front of him, drank the tea in one gulp, and said, "Boss He, the world is so difficult today!"

Boss He was taken aback and said, "What's wrong?"

The old man gave a bitter smile and said: "Ten years ago, the demon sect, which had disappeared for a long time, suddenly reappeared. I heard that it was still fighting a big battle with the gods of the righteous way in Qingyun Mountain. Since then, this

In the past ten years, instead of being eliminated by the righteous way, the demon sect has become increasingly prosperous, and it is heard everywhere that they are fighting with the righteous way."

Boss He was silent, and the old man sighed and said: "We, the common people, can't control what they fight against them. However, under this fight, the world is in chaos. Now thieves are rampant, and there are countless people who robbed homes and homes. We are out there."

I'm just trying to make ends meet, and I'm worried every day, for fear of encountering a strongman, so I'm on my way in a hurry, but I'm unexpectedly blocked here by the wind and rain, I'm in trouble for Boss He."

Boss He shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, you don't have to take it to heart..."

As he was talking, a voice suddenly came from a distant corner and said calmly: "So, does this gentleman think that the current chaos in the world and the rampant thieves are all caused by the demon sect you say?"

The old man was startled, but before he could speak, he looked at the table in front of the fortune teller and the young girl, and looked at them. The girl had bright eyes, beautiful appearance, and slight dimples at the corners of her mouth, which made her look endearing.

At this moment, she suddenly opened her mouth and smiled at the old businessman: "This old man!"

The old man looked at her and said, "What's the matter, girl?"

The young girl said softly: "Old man, you have a thin face and many lines, but your face is not broken. Although your life has been full of twists and turns, it is still peaceful. It's just that you have a small scar at the sixth point of the heaven, lying across the middle of your face, blocking it.

The life line and the wealth line indicate that when you grow old, you may encounter a great calamity. Now that you are getting older, it is better to talk less and cause less trouble."

The faces of all the business travelers changed. The old man even stood up and stared closely at the old man and the young man. However, neither of them had any reaction and remained calm. After a long while, the old man's face became uncertain and he looked around.

, finally sat back, raised his hands to the young girl and said, "Thank you very much for your advice."

After he sat back down, the shop immediately became quiet. The somewhat mysterious man in the corner just now seemed to have also quieted down and stopped talking.

It's just that the long night was really hard to endure. After a long time, the business travelers there gradually started chatting, and they talked about the battle between good and evil in Qingyun Mountain ten years ago.

These traveling businessmen are just ordinary people. Naturally, they have never been to the scene to see it. However, 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 among the people.

Talk.

As they talked, the voices of several young people gradually became louder, and others heard it and were attracted.

"...In short, at that time, the situation of Qingyun Sect was already in danger. Fortunately, the old god Daoxuan took part in the good fortune and used his finger to tap lightly. Thunder and lightning suddenly fell from the sky. I heard that the loud noise could be heard for hundreds of miles around. This

Only then did we repel the Demon Sect’s people!”

"Fart!" Suddenly, there was a soft shout, but it came from the distinguished old man sitting at the same table with the girl. Everyone was startled and looked at him, only to hear the old man say: "If Daoxuan is really that

Amazing, how come in the battle at Qingyun Mountain, so many people from the Qingyun Sect died, even two of the leaders of the Seven Meridians died, and the other elders and disciples suffered countless casualties. Do you think the demons of the Demon Sect are just freeloaders?"

Everyone was dumbfounded. The girl next to him frowned and whispered: "Grandpa, I just told people not to talk too much. Why do you talk so much?"

The old man chuckled, and his face that was originally quite like a crane suddenly became a little proud, and he whispered: "Xiaohuan, don't scare me, I have shown you my fate a long time ago. Although I have been wandering all my life,

But you will be lucky when you grow old. May you grow old safely and have someone to send you to your end. Haha, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter!”

The girl just took a sip of tea and almost choked on his words. She coughed twice and glared at the old man angrily. However, the old man was very proud and didn't take it to heart at all.

The old man and the young man are none other than the world-traveling fortune teller Yi Xian and his granddaughter Xiao Huan. Ten years have passed since the last battle between good and evil in Qingyun Mountain. Xiao Huan has also grown up and is beautiful and beautiful.

, but still following Zhou Xian around the world.

At this time, Yiyi Xian seemed to be addicted. Regardless of the fact that it was his first meeting with others, he pulled up his stool and sat among the businessmen. He began to talk loudly about the Qingyun Battle that year. Xiaohuan was angry next to him.

But there is nothing that can be done.

Zhou Yixian is very eloquent. Besides, he can travel around the world with just one mouth. His words are lively and lifelike, which is far better than those young people just now. After a while, even Boss He couldn't help but walked over.

, everyone gathered around, listening to Zhou Xian looking at the past, looking back on the past while talking and laughing...

"ah!"

Hearing the exciting and intense part, the young people exclaimed at the same time. One of them couldn't help but asked: "Dad, were you there at the time and knew so carefully?"

Zhou Yixian was startled, then patted his clothes with his hand, shook his head and sighed: "I have never wanted to get involved in these killings, so let the juniors of Qingyun Sect do it!"

Everyone was startled and immediately felt in awe. Unexpectedly, they heard a "pop" sound next to them, and it was Xiaohuan who spat out the sip of tea he just drank and started coughing.

Zhou Yixian glared at her, then turned around and smiled. At this time, a young man next to him said: "Old man, what happened to the disciple named Zhang from Qingyun Sect? Did he really turn out to be a disciple of Qingyun Sect?"

Zhou Yixian frowned and was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't know about this. There was chaos in the venue that day. It seemed that even Zhang Xiaofan fell into a coma. He was finally snatched by someone from the Demon Cult and has been missing since then.

Already."

The people around him sighed. In fact, the secret of Zhang Xiaofan's life experience is actually a major secret of Qingyun Sect and Tianyin Temple. It will never be revealed to outsiders. However, when the secret was revealed that day, there were a lot of people present, especially people from the Demon Sect.

So as time went by, the news slowly spread throughout the world. However, what Yi Xian said at this moment was as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes at the Yuqing Hall of Tongtian Peak in Qingyun Mountain.

Boss He sighed and said, "I wonder how that young man is doing now?"

"How is he now..." Suddenly, the voice of the mysterious man sitting in the corner rang out again, with a hint of vicissitudes of life.

Zhou Yixian turned his head, looked at the man sitting in the shadow, and said, "Why, brother, do you know?"

The man was silent for a moment and said slowly: "Of course I know, but even if you are people who have seen him before, you probably won't recognize him now..."

Xiaohuan frowned and said, "What's wrong with him?"

The man didn't speak any more, and just concealed his figure in the darkness.

The wind and rain outside filled the sky and covered the ground, and it seemed a bit more miserable...

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Kongsang Mountain, Wanbat Ancient Cave.

Eight hundred years ago, the old man with a black heart, the predecessor of the demon sect, created the heyday of the Blood Refining Hall here, commanding the demon sect and shocking the world. But now that the younger generations of disciples are unworthy, this place is desolate and desolate, making it very desolate.

The abyss of death hidden deep underground in the Ten Thousand Bats Ancient Cave is now occupied by countless unexpected foreign enemies.

Beside the boulder with the three characters "Death Spirit Abyss" engraved in ancient seal script, the last disciples of the Blood Refining Hall were gathered here, leaning against the boulder, and taking a few steps back, there was unfathomable darkness.

The abyss of death.

However, there were less than ten of them left, including the old man, Liu Hao, Wild Dog Taoist and others, all of whom were injured and looked exhausted and frightened. On the ground in front of them,

Dozens of corpses were lying on the ground. Men in black, several times their size, surrounded them. Without exception, they all had a skull embroidered on their chests.

The old man took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and started to speak, but suddenly found that his voice had become hoarse at some point: "Everyone, fellow Ghost King Religion members, our Blood Refining Hall is just a small sect in the Holy Religion, and we have never dared to

Offending the Ghost King Sect, no, I don’t know why Senior Ghost King did this to us?"

"Huh!" A cold snort came from among the countless men in black. A man in black with a skull embroidered in gold on his chest, who was completely different from the others, walked out. He looked like a leader and said lightly: "Boss, now

The situation in the Holy Religion has become very obvious. The Ghost King Sect Master has also sent you several letters, but you are still like a wallflower. You deal with us today and worship us at the gate of the Changsheng Hall tomorrow. Could it be that you don’t take the Ghost King Sect Leader in your eyes?

What?"
To be continued...