Five or six small fishing boats in the black pong parked by the reeds by the lake.

On the shore, there are a row of black wooden houses. The reason why these wooden houses are black is that the wood is smoked with fireworks, which can block the water vapor at the lake and play a role in corrosion protection.

But even so, these wooden houses are old and squeaking when the lake wind blows.

In the 800-mile Dongting, in the night, there are countless such small fishing villages on the shore of the endless lake.

Although remote and barren, it seems quiet and peaceful when it is just night.

But now there is a strong smell of blood in this small fishing village.

With a "boom", a bright lightning suddenly hit an eaves, blowing half of the eaves into pieces, making the wood chips fly, and suddenly the originally calm fishing village add a bit of hideous aura.

In the lightning of the Ming Dynasty, Wuxin's disciple, Nan Liyue, wearing a red gold-sprayed gown, stood on a clearing in the several houses in this fishing village.

A woman in a crimson palace outfit stood beside him. The woman in a crimson palace outfit had a sharp skin than snow, her eyes were flexible, her lips were slightly red, and her waist was full. She had a slim waist, and her face and figure were worthy of the word "stunning". Only the corners of her eyes were slightly upward, but she had a strong charming atmosphere.

A small sword with a silver scabbard was slanted around her waist, which was only two feet long. The hilt was inlaid with three light yellow gems and golden sword spikes, which looked like a decoration, but as long as a cultivator with a little vision, he would recognize at a glance that this small flying sword was Kunlun's famous sword "Jingzhe".

The sword is Jingzhe, and this charming woman in palace clothes is naturally Wentian’s only female disciple Huan Bingyun.

Now in front of these two people, on the wet and muddy muddy ground by the lake, there were more than thirty people kneeling, including old and young, men and women. The old hair was gray, and the young looked only sixteen or seventeen years old. The bodies of these thirty people were covered with blood and many wounds were blooming, especially the hands of a middle-aged man had all been cut off by sharp blades. Within hundreds of feet of distance, traces of various magic were seen everywhere. It was obvious that these people were all made by magic after a fierce battle. However, although these thirty people were defeated and were controlled by magic, kneeling on the ground, there was no trace of fear on everyone's faces, and their eyes were full of anger and unyielding anger.

"Junior sister, have you seen it?" The lightning exploded, but Nan Liyue was unmoved. He looked at the man and woman kneeling all over the ground with a sarcastic smile.

"What did you see?" Huan Bingyun's eyes were flowing, looking very charming, but in this environment with bloody smell everywhere, it seemed almost weird.

"Their eyes." Nan Liyue pointed at the thirty people kneeling in front of him. "It's like this when they die. Even the most vicious beasts are just like this. Master is right. They are born to be mortal enemies with us. If we don't kill them, they will definitely kill us if they are strong."

"All nonsense! Our Jin tribe has lived here for generations, and does not care about the world. If you want to kill, you should kill. Why do you need to find a high-sounding reason for your beastly heart? "The young man whose hands were cut off by sharp blades suddenly cursed, but when he spoke, he also spit out a mouthful of blood. Obviously, although he strongly escaped his true energy and broke through some restrictions and made a sound, he had already reached the point where the oil was exhausted.

"What kind of qi, isn't it just a water demon? Just you are worthy of discussing with me?" Nan Liyue sneered disdainfully, pinched a trick with both hands, and a red light like a poisonous snake suddenly rushed out of the palm of his right hand, instantly rushing in from the sky spirit of the prime man, and then rushed out from his heart. He circled in the kneeling crowd, like a red train, passing over thirty or so people through.

The eyes of more than thirty people suddenly dimmed, and their unyielding heads also hung down, losing their vitality.

Nan Li Yue actually ended the lives of these thirty people casually. After the red light passed by more than thirty people, it suddenly retracted back into Nan Li Yue's hand. Under Nan Li Yue's skin, countless waves of air suddenly stimulated like small snakes, as if they had taken a big tonic in an instant, and a divine light like a glass was emitted in Nan Li Yue's eyes.

"The marrow-pulse-grassing primordial arts?" The Tianling and his chest of more than thirty people were broken, and blood was flowing all over the ground. The entire fishing village was like purgatory, but Huan Bingyun seemed to have never seen it, and his charming eyes were just staring at Nan Li Yue's body.

Nan Liyue said nothing, and after the little snake-like air wave under the skin calmed down, he slowly exhaled and smiled, "What my junior sister said is right. This is the marrow-pull-grabbing and snatching Yuan technique of the former Eastern Demon. My master completely refined a piece of blood relic. You are determined to follow my master. This magic trick is the meeting gift that my master asked me to give you. Junior sister, don't you think this is a magic skill and don't want to practice it, right?"

"I'm not as pedantic as some people in Kunlun. Senior brother, you have absorbed so much demon pill true energy just now, which is at least worth ten years of hard practice. Your cultivation is so high now, and you have to support your junior sister in the future." Huan Bingyun's eyes lit up and she smiled, "That's it, thank you, Master Kuang Wuxin."

The head of Kunlun is known to everyone in the world as Huang Wushen, but now this charming woman is actually called Kuang Wuxin, one of the top ten golden immortals in Kunlun, as the head of Kunlun.

Such a title is a great disrespect and a great rebellion!

But Nan Liyue laughed, "Although Master Huang Wushen is too pedantic, his cultivation is indeed extremely high. Even if my master refined a blood relic, he may not be sure of winning at the moment. So, you should still slow down your name. Hum?"

Suddenly, the arrogant and unpredictable Nan Liyue looked up at the sky, and a thin black dot flew from a distance. When it approached, it was a small bronze crane.

The little bronze crane flew to Nan Li Yue, and the machine in his belly turned and suddenly a small sheepskin roll popped up.

"Well? The Sanqianfutu, the former first person in Shushan, was born, and fell into the hands of a disciple named Luobei. Sanqianfututu had no other symptoms... Will he go to Danxia Mountain through the Sanqing area?"

Nan Liyue looked at the small words on the small sheepskin roll, his eyebrows jumped, and showed a hint of sneer.

"These Three Thousand Buddhas are Lin Fengwu's flying sword, and maybe there is some mystery hidden." Huan Bingyun nodded, "Your master has prepared the gift of marrow-pulling and snatching the Yuan Jue for me. I will take the Three Thousand Buddhas over and give it to your master as a return gift."

"Several new disciples from Shushan who were not even capable of flying swords, like ants." Nan Liyue shook his head contemptuously, "Now the Beim Sect completely surrenders to my master, so let them send a few people to take back the Three Thousand Buddha Tu. It would be a waste to deal with them. The Netherworld Blood Demon was destroyed in the past, leaving behind seven blood relics, Shushan, Drepung Monastery, Emei, Cihang Jingzhai, Dazizai Palace, Qingcheng, and Kongtong. Now Kongtong has been secretly in the dark.

I surrendered to my master. My master refined the blood relic of Kongtong. While my cultivation has improved greatly, I also realized that there may be a trace of memory of the Netherworld Blood Demon in each complete blood relic. Perhaps like this one in Kongtong, I can understand one or two peerless magic tricks. Shushan, Emei's blood relic is hard to take, and the blood relic of Drepung Monastery has been lost back then. Let's work with me and Senior Brother Zhuo Chendao to see if I can find a piece of blood relic in Qingcheng as well."

"What, even Senior Brother Zhuo Chendao..."

"At present, the strong are the most respected. Zhuo Chendao is not as stubborn as Qilianlian City, and he cannot see the general trend of the world. Naturally, join my master."

Nan Liyue and Huan Bingyun talked, and threw out his flying magic weapon, Biyun Chong. The two of them climbed onto Biyun Chong. The spiral flying leaves on Biyun Chong turned, bringing up a green light, wrapping them steadily, and going far away in an instant.

"What, do you Kunlun also have internal fighting?"

The bright light of the blue clouds disappeared into the sky. In the sparkling lake water, huge splashes suddenly appeared. The lake water quietly separated. A young man wearing a black leather robe looked over forty years, jumped out of a purple magic weapon that seemed to be among two clam shells and landed in a fishing village like a purgatory on earth.

"What a venomous method, even more ruthless than me." Seeing the scene of corpses everywhere in front of me, the man with a narrow face, the Yinjiu snorted coldly, then his eyes flashed, and he fell into deep thought: "It turns out that the blood relic may not only improve the cultivation level but also hide the magic tricks that the Netherworld Blood Demon understood back then. However, none of these blood relics are easy to get, and even if I get it, I cannot refine the whole piece with my cultivation level. If I force the whole piece to refine it, it will be attacked by the demonic energy and become inseparable from humans and demons. Sanqian Futu is Lin Fengwu's flying sword. I will help you Kunlun accept this flying sword."

"Are you going out?"

On the Tianruo Cave, a man in the moon-white clothes looked at Luobei in surprise.

"Yes, I'm here today to say goodbye to you." Luo Bei nodded, "I have violated the Shushan law and made a big mistake. I have to go to Danxia Mountain to find Shennong Dan or other spiritual medicines to repay my mistakes."

"Danxia Mountain? That's the territory of Danxia Sect." The man in the moon-white clothes pondered for a moment, and then asked strangely, "What laws have you violated?"

Luo Bei smiled bitterly, "Make friends with the demon, escape for the demon, and fight with his senior brother to fight the sword."

"Make friends with demons...Make friends with demons..." The man in the moon-white dress suddenly frowned, and his hands were holding them unconsciously, as if he had thought of something crucial, but after a moment, he still couldn't remember and shook his head, "Luobei, since you have committed a major mistake and are going to be punished, why don't you look sad at all? Also, Danxia Mountain is where Danxia Sect is, Danxia Sect has a good relationship with me Shushan. It is not dangerous for you to go there. How can you say it is a great merit and can you overcome the merit?"

"Now Danxia Mountain is no longer the territory of Danxia Sect. Danxia Sect had disappeared fifty years ago. Now there are several sects in Danxia Mountain, which are a chaotic place." Luo Bei smiled, "I'm not sad because I think I'm worth it, and I want to go to that place where misfortune is unpredictable, and several of my friends also took the initiative to go with me."

"If you want someone to treat you sincerely, you must treat others sincerely first." The man in the white dress of moon smiled faintly, "Although you are young, you have already realized this sincere way. No matter how others comment, you will feel guilty and you will have less bonds and your cultivation will definitely be fast. However, your cultivation is low now, and I can't teach you anything. Good fortune and good fortune are from heaven."

Good and bad fortune come from heaven.

This seemed like a helpless sentence, but when the man in white clothes said this month, he was full of free and easy meaning and transcendence of life and death.

Looking at him at this moment, Luo Bei understood why he felt that his back looked like Yuan Tianyi, because he seemed to have seen through life and death and the world like Yuan Tianyi.

"Shushan treats me with his disciples, and I am willing to be punished. I will never let down Shushan's grace when I act. I will stay in Shushan with this nameless magic trick."

After Luo Bei broke up with this man who could not even remember his name, he did not leave Tianruo Cave directly, but entered the sutra cave where he practiced the Sword Skill of the Sky. On one side of the cave wall, he also carved the nameless magic trick he obtained from Sanqianfutu in a corner.

"I just don't know who will meet you in the future."

After engraving the magic trick, Luo Bei let out a long sigh, as if he had already smelled the moist smell of water in the south.
Chapter completed!