The night is deep, the people are quiet, and the wind and snow do not stop.

More than 3,000 days and nights have been the same for ten years, but just like the silent night in the past, An Hongdou felt deeply uneasy for the first time.

It's just because Luo Changfeng said that he wanted to leave temporarily.

The apprentices retreated one after another, and there were only two people left in the dimly lit flower hall.

"On that day, Bodhi Academy was removed from the world, and I haven't returned to the mountain for ten years to take a look. Now that my brother is here, I should also go back to the mountain with my brother to worship my master. ”

Luo Changfeng held An Hongdou's slender hand, and the two walked side by side in the promenade of Yinshu Garden.

An Hongdou suddenly stopped, turned around and stared at the person in front of him: "Knowing that I am like you, I should listen to you and obey you, and I shouldn't obstruct you." But your demonic nature has not been removed, and I am worried about ......"

Ten years ago, in a battle outside the gate of the White Building, the whole world knew that Luo Changfeng beheaded the emperor with a butcher's knife, and then sat on the silver city of wind and snow, and became famous all over the world in the first war. But who knows how much that battle cost this white-headed man who was full of blood debts?

I think that except for the woman in red who has been with her for ten years, no one knows!

The price is not the backlash and fall after the forcibly absorbed luck and realm ascension, but the bloody demonic nature of the butcher's knife that is pulled out by the revenge and anger.

The butcher's knife is a academy knife and a Buddhist knife.

At the end of the day, it's a killing knife.

That year, under the Bodhi tree, the dervishes put down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha. The demonic nature of this sword can be imagined, and it will not be much weaker than the Buddha's Buddha nature.

In the battle of Bailoumen, Luo Changfeng's cultivation was far from the same as that of the Buddha, compared with the Bodhi Ancestor, and compared with the Wuxiang Dao Sect.

Even if he killed Yan Bailou, he wouldn't be able to control the butcher's knife!

The demonic nature left in the body by that knife, even after ten years of careful adjustment, Luo Changfeng still couldn't get rid of it.

Luo Changfeng chuckled, took the beautiful woman into his arms, and whispered in his ear: "With Senior Brother with me, who can still force me into the realm of mad demons? Don't forget, Senior Brother has fought with the Heavenly Dao seniors." ”

Feeling the warmth and heartbeat in his chest, An Hongdou didn't say anything more.

She neither agreed nor stood in the way.

Knowing that he is like her, An Hongdou understands better than anyone the weight of the word senior brother in Luo Changfeng's heart. If there is a day when she chooses between her and her senior brother, she knows that the person he chooses will definitely be her senior brother!

But what she was worried about all the time was the senior brother who appeared unconsciously on the eve of the sword meeting ten years later...... She couldn't imagine that if one day, the man who drove him into the realm of madness would be his brother who he respected as his father...... What about her?

She had no choice but to be silent!

Swallowing the tears in his heart, An Hongdou's slender jade arm hugged Luo Changfeng very tightly, very tightly.

As if she was afraid that once she let go, there would be no goodbye!

......

Heavy snow fills the silver city.

In the early morning of this day, the two horses were wiped out.

Luo Changfeng, who was dressed in black and silver-haired, and Huang Fuyi, who was red-haired in white, rode their horses and ran in the direction of Bodhi Mountain.

On the upper floor of Yincheng City, An Hongdou and Jiang Manlou, and four juniors watched the two riders stay away......

On the same day, in Zhong Lingyuxiu's 800 Sects and Twelve Star Rivers, since the statue of Tiandong God died in the South China Sea, the internal strife that had been buried for ten years broke out completely with an upcoming memorial event......

As everyone knows, the 800 Sacred Sacrifice Ceremony is a grand event once in a century in Tiandong. Unlike the Wind and Snow Silver City Sword Society, the Holy Sacrifice Ceremony does not invite any cultivators outside the Eight Hundred Sects to participate, and it is a major event within the sect.

In the previous holy sacrifice ceremony, the sect masters of the eight hundred sects would lead the representatives of the people under the sect to gather in the Twelve Star River to listen to the holy oracle. At that time, the statue of the god enshrined in the temple will manifest its true body, and the holy light will be draped in the eight hundred sects.

But ten years ago, the statue of God died.

In the past ten years, the twelve stars of the heavens have coveted the position of the Holy Lord and have been fighting for each other, always consuming the foundation and resources accumulated by the eight hundred sects for countless years. Gradually, the eight hundred sects under the Twelve Star Rivers constellation formed a three-legged situation.

Among them, the Celestial Dragon Star is the leader, and the four-star Heavenly Evil, the seven-star Tiangu, the eleven-star Tianwei and the Heavenly Demon Star are headed by the five-star Tianshao, the six-star Tiancripple, and the twelve-star Heavenly Illusion are evenly matched, and there is a great tendency that water and fire are incompatible.

And the last foot of this tripod is the three-star Tianyin and the nine-star Tianji.

They remained neutral and did not have any clear attitude, and seemed unwilling to get involved in the matter.

Now that the Holy Sacrifice Ceremony is approaching, there are rumors in the Eight Hundred Sects that the Kuixing Heavenly Dragon and the Two-Star Heavenly Demon will completely end the ten-year attrition and struggle in the Holy Sacrifice Ceremony, and the battle between life and death will be decided. No matter who kills the deer, the eight hundred sects will be regarded as the master of the temple by then, so as to take advantage of the chaos of An Tiandong for ten years!

......

This is the most widely circulated saying before the holy sacrifice ceremony, whether it is to calm the people's hearts or show the people of the world, no matter what the well-intentioned purpose, in the eyes of Liancheng Jue, it is not worth believing.

Not only him, but none of the three generations of disciples under the Twelve Constellations of the Heavens believed that the chaos of the internal friction of the Eight Hundred Sects would stop here.

Because Liancheng Jue is a bystander.

Because they are all bystanders.

No one knows better than them that it is not only the Heavenly Dragon Heavenly Demon who covets the position of the Holy Lord and attempts to command the Eight Hundred Sects!

The rest of the stars were just afraid of the advanced cultivation of these two people, so they were willing to retreat behind them.

If the Holy Sacrifice Ceremony, the Dragon Star and the Demon Star will both lose. The rest of the stars who were their supporters would not hesitate to take advantage of the opportunity, and at that time, it was very likely that the eight hundred sects would be torn apart overnight.

And this is by no means a scene that Liancheng Jue and your junior brothers and sisters want to see.

They were born and raised in Xingchuan. The statue in the temple is a belief that has not fallen since childhood, and the 800 sects are beautiful and harmonious homes.

They will not watch the beautiful homeland in their memories follow in the footsteps of the Bodhi Academy and be removed from the world.

So they gave it their all, this time giving it a go!

......

There is a painting under the stars.

It was among the Yuxiu River with eight hundred sects, under the Ninth Star River.

There is a towering ancient tree, a square stone table, four stone benches, and seven prominent and distinguished young people.

When the two figures walked side by side from the forest to the ancient tree, the seven silent young men gathered together and saluted the two who came together.

Jun Zeyu, the king of Eastern Chuming, who was already under one person and above ten thousand people, humbly returned the courtesy.

Then he took a few more steps, turned around, and joined the brothers and sisters to see the Liliancheng Jue.

The head of the three generations of disciples in Tiandong, Senior Brother Lian Chengjue nodded.

He solemnly clenched his fists: "Tomorrow is the Holy Sacrifice Ceremony, and the future fortune of the eight hundred sects depends on your junior disciples!"

Jun Zeyu under the Nine Constellations, Giant Spirit under the Second Constellation, Mulang Evil Jun under the Fourth Constellation, Xiao Wu under the Fifth Constellation, Ye Xichao under the Sixth Constellation, Dugu Wanqian under the Seven Constellation, Greedy Wolf under the Eleventh Constellation, and the two brothers and sisters of the Qiao family who died in Bodhi Academy in disguise...... The eight of them swore in unison: "I will advance and retreat with my senior brother!"

(PS: Jun Tiantu genuine in Zongheng, friends who like it are welcome to come to support, Loulan is grateful.) ）