On this day, there was a huge earthquake in the Eastern Spirit Realm.
Xie Qinghou, the number one person in the inner gate of Piaoxue Palace, entered the Blood Spirit Palace alone for ten years. Since today, more than 700 people in black robes from the Blood Spirit Palace have been killed in the Qinglong Mountains.
Since Yan Zangfeng returned to seclusion, he took action for the second time. He led the five great Wu Hous to attack a secret place in the Blood Spirit Palace. Where the vast snow fell, the ancient trees turned into dust, and the mountains and rivers turned into scorched earth.
Wherever he went, not a blade of grass grew.
Marquis Xueyin was trampled on by Yan Zangfeng and his head was crushed, leaving no bones.
Outside Xuanyuan City.
A one-armed middle-aged man stood in front of a porridge shop. After a long time, he said hoarsely, "A bowl of white porridge!"
In the porridge shop, the woman's clothes were a little old, but she was washed very clean. She had long black hair. She didn't have a stunning appearance, but she had a gentleness that was engraved in the bones. The shallow smile at the corner of her mouth made people feel like spring breeze, and her heart was boundless.
peaceful.
Half an hour later, the one-armed middle-aged man stood up and put down a few coins.
"You gave me too much. This is the price of four bowls of porridge!"
Fumbling with the copper coins on the table, the woman called to the one-armed middle-aged man, her voice as sweet as a wind chime. A pair of dark eyes stared straight ahead, as if she could see the one-armed middle-aged man.
"The other three bowls of porridge were paid for by others!"
The one-armed middle-aged man said calmly.
Snap!
The bowl in the woman's hand suddenly fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. The delicate body was startled, and the smiling face completely froze.
"Won't he show up?"
The woman asked in a confused voice.
Outside the porridge shop, Yan Zangfeng had his back to the girl, he was too stunned to reply, his face was full of desolation.
"What's his name now?"
The woman raised her head, looking at Yan Zangfeng as if she could see.
"Xie Qinghou!"
Yan Zangfeng's voice was full of hoarseness.
"Xie... Qing... Hou..."
The woman murmured the name repeatedly, then raised her head, with a smile on her face and moist eyes, "I've heard of this name!"
"My name is Aning now, tell him for me!"
Yan Zangfeng turned around with difficulty, looked at the lonely and lost girl, and tried his best to keep smiling, "Qinghou asked me to cure your eyes, are you willing to come back to Piaoxue Palace with me?"
"No!"
The girl answered simply, lowering her head slightly with a lonely smile on her face, "I just want to see him alone. He is gone, so what's the use of curing my eyes?"
Yan Zangfeng's breath was stagnant. Even though he was a legend of a generation, he could not resolve the pain in his heart.
"I'll come see you again!"
Yan Zangfeng took a deep breath and said seriously.
The girl shook her head, silently squatting on the ground, quietly groping for the broken bowl fragments on the ground, with a quiet smile on her lips, but she didn't even notice that her fingers were scratched with blood by the fragments.
Only after Yan Zangfeng turned around and left did the girl raise her head, gritting her teeth with a stubborn look on her face:
"You can't pay back the three bowls of porridge he owes me!"
Outside Xuanyuan City, Yan Zangfeng paused, as if the autumn wind was blowing.
After this day, there were no more porridge shops outside Xuanyuan City. But among the mountains, rivers and land of the Eastern Spirit Realm, there was a girl holding a bamboo stick, staggering forward, embarking on the path of cultivation with a trace of obsession.
.
In that obsession, there was a little beggar covered in wounds, happily holding half a white-faced steamed bun in front of a blind little girl. Even though his face was full of scars, the bright smile in his eyes was pure and pure.
And full of pampering.
At that time, the little beggar was not called Xie Qinghou, but Xiao Ningzi.
The little girl is not called An Ning, but is called Xie Xiaomei!
…
Xuanyuan Mansion.
Lin Cangxue looked at the ancient bronze order in her hand, her expression blank. After the tenth killer said his last words, there was no news. And half a day later, the ancient bronze order fluctuated again.
But it is not the ten-kill Xie Qinghou, but the second kill with the character "human" that has never been spoken before. The content is very short, but every word is bone-chilling, revealing a fierce murderous intention:
"Everyone in the Blood Spirit Palace will be killed without mercy!"
At this moment, Twelve Killers Lin Cangxue stood up, broke off her seclusion, raised her sword and left Xuanyuan Mansion.
In the blood-colored auction house, Ye Hongxiu sat in front of the dressing mirror, tracing her picturesque eyebrows. When she turned her head, she saw no enchantment and charm, and her eyes were as sharp as a Rakshasa.
"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou and Shuang Xueming...kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles..."
A middle-aged Confucian scholar drove out of Dongling Realm in a long car, his sad and upright voice full of murderous intent.
In the Fengyu Tower, an old man who was as dead as firewood and had been in seclusion suddenly opened his eyes. His confused eyes were like an ancient sword being unsheathed, and the edge that had been hidden for decades was released.
The old man killed the three people in Fengyulou and then went down the mountain with his sword.
On a field in a small village in the Eastern Dynasty, a middle-aged man suddenly stood up, straightened his somewhat bent body, turned to look at the little boy beside him, and said with a fond smile:
"Daddy is going out for a trip. Tell mommy that if daddy doesn't come back within three years, don't wait any longer!"
"oh!"
The little boy had a runny nose and nodded ignorantly.
"Little Loach, daddy is not here, and you will be the adult of the family from now on. It is your responsibility to take good care of your mother, do you understand?"
The middle-aged man picked up the little boy and kissed him. The thick stubble made the little boy push away his father's dark face with a groan, and wiped the saliva with his hands.
"Daddy is gone!"
The middle-aged man smiled gently, then put down the little boy and turned to leave.
"Daddy..."
In less than half a quarter of an hour, a milky cry came from behind the middle-aged man. The ignorant figure stumbled after him, his little hands and knees were covered with blood, and his watery eyes were filled with tears.
Poor and scared.
The middle-aged man's face was trembling. Listening to the crying behind him, two lines of tears streaked across his face, but they did not stop for a step and disappeared without a trace in just a few breaths.
In the Dongling Realm, there were gravekeepers who dug up the grave, took their swords and went down the mountain.
There are also actors who quit the stage, kill people and leave.
…
On this day, all the Thirteen Killers who had been dormant in the Dongling Realm for more than hundreds of years came out... to kill Dongling!
But Lin Huang, who was at the end of Thirteenth Killing, was still in a deep sleep. He didn't know that Xie Qinghou died in the Qinglong Mountains in battle, that there was a woman named Aning outside Xuanyuan City, or that Thirteenth Killing was walking around the world.
This time he fell asleep, it was an eternal farewell to Xie Qinghou, who he had tried to kill in Fulong Ridge before killing him! Who knew that when he woke up, he would be deeply hated in his life!
Outside Xuanyuan Mansion, a storm is about to arise.
But in Tiance Tower, Qin Xuance grabbed a volume of ancient books and ran to Lin Huang's room in a hurry, staring at Lin Huang in surprise...
The latter lay quietly on his back, his body completely restored, shining like a treasure. Together with Lin Huang's state, he had terrifyingly rushed to the eighth level of Tianyuan.
However, every time the black light flashed under Lin Huang's skin, Jun Qingcheng felt worried.
"This is a curse from heaven!"
Qin Xuance said, his hand holding the ancient book a little excited.
Jun Qingcheng's face froze, her eyes fixed on Qin Xuance, and a bad premonition arose in her heart.
Qin Xuance smiled and said comfortingly: "Since he can break the curse of heaven, it means that the curse of heaven has no effect on him. You don't have to worry!"
"It's just that I don't know yet. Since Lin Huang broke the curse of heaven, why is the curse of heaven still in his body?"
Qin Xuance crossed his fingers and twirled them, with a look of confusion on his face.
"Can the suppression be resolved? Can that little beast Bai Xiaopang be swallowed?"
Jun Qingcheng asked.
Qin Xuance frowned, then shook his head, "I'm afraid it won't work. Besides, the curse of heaven is in Lin Huang's body. It's hard to say whether it is a blessing or a curse. If this is his destiny, why should he suppress it?"
Jun Qingcheng listened to Qin Xuance's relief, but her frown did not diminish.
At this moment, Lin Huang suddenly sat up.
"Brother Lin Huang!"
Qin Xuance was shocked, but Jun Qingcheng's face was filled with surprise.
"He is unconscious!"
Qin Xuance frowned, looking at Lin Huang who was sitting cross-legged, the doubts between his brows becoming more and more profound.
On the bed, Lin Huang was sitting cross-legged like an ancient Buddha, with a face as calm as an ancient well. Between his palms crossed in a seal, streaks of mysterious black light gushed out from his whole body.
"Don't come near him!"
Qin Xuance pulled Jun Qingcheng back and reminded him, "He can control the curse of heaven now because his body is immune, but you cannot be contaminated in the slightest!"
While the two people in the room were anxious and confused, Lin Huang's mysterious sea was filled with waves, and the surging vitality was like a vast ocean, turning into an endless whirlpool.
As the vortex circulated, wisps of black light swept out, flowing inside and outside his body as Lin Huang breathed.
As Lin Huang continued to form seals, the black light flowing around him gradually condensed, hovering above the mysterious sea, like a world-shaking ink thunder brewing an aura that suppresses eternity.
Just when all the curses from the sky were condensed into a ball, a breath of life suddenly surged in the black light...