The night sky is full of stars, and the moon hangs high in the starry sky like a scimitar.

The starry sky seemed to be stained with blood, and a great battle was nearing its end. But between the starry sky, there are seven colors of light lingering in it, which is particularly dazzling.

Billions of stars converge in it.

At the top of the temple, a man in black armor stood with his hands in his hands, looking up at the night sky.

Behind him, there were tens of thousands of temple powerhouses, neatly half-kneeling on the ground, as if waiting for some order.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, seven colors of light exploded from between the stars.

In an instant, the night turned to day, and the earth was rumbling and trembling violently.

At the moment when the seven-colored light exploded, a violent hurricane wave expanded outward

The moment it came into contact with the mainland, it didn't cause terrible damage, it just disappeared.

The starry sky was once again night, and the crescent moon was still high.

The starry sky that should have been bright was also much darker, and the faint blood-red starlight just now also regained its calm.

The man in black armor could not see his face, as if only an empty piece of armor stood there.

Soon after, a distant point of light flickered towards the temple, and the speed reached it instantly.

It was several Templar powerhouses, dressed in armor of different colors. Black, gold, red.

They were neatly half-kneeling on the ground, their heads bowed!

One of the black-armored men said, "God of the Underworld, Ye Qingyun is dead."

There was no breath in the hollow armor of the god of the underworld, but a low voice came out. "Anyone related to the Ye family will not be left behind, and there will be no forgiveness for killing."

"Obey the order!" All the half-kneeling masters replied in unison! The thunderous reply resounded in the sky, and tens of thousands of masters instantly leaped away.

Fifteen years have passed in the blink of an eye, and people seem to remember the earth-shattering battle, but no one knows why it happened

World War I.

Shura Town is located at the junction of Shu and Yunnan, surrounded by mountains in the east, west and south, and the sea of clouds in the north. If you cross the Yunwu Mountain in the south, you will enter the Yunzhou Ghost Forest and the place where mercenaries live together. Although since the junction of ancient Shu and Yunnan, merchants come and go endlessly, but the town is some distance away from the southbound trade route, and there are not too many products, except for a few scattered merchants here to rest temporarily, there are no outsiders to disturb on weekdays. The townspeople live like a paradise. In late autumn, humid rain fills the skies over this border town. Just as the townspeople were about to finish harvesting the rice and preparing to repair the houses, they suddenly found that there were many strangers in the town. These people seemed to come to the town one after another, and it seemed as if they had come to the town overnight. They neither visit relatives or friends, nor do business, and disappear during the day, as if they had disappeared into the depths of the town's dense alleys.

As soon as night came, it suddenly appeared, and countless night wanderers wandered silently around the town.

In front of a simple wooden house in the back mountain of the town, Ye Lingyun stood at the door and stretched, glanced at the damp rain above, closed his eyes and concentrated, letting the damp rain flutter on his cheeks, and the refreshing feeling made him enjoy this moment of peace.

Fifteen years ago, an old man came here with Ye Lingyun in his arms to settle down. The old man's name is Ye Zhong, and Ye Lingyun has always called him Grandpa Ye. At the age of five, he began to practice martial arts, tempered his body, and taught him a set of exercises called "Demon God Transformation", and often led him to an extremely secret cave in Cloud Mountain to absorb demonic energy. Ye Zhong passed away five years ago, and before he died, Ye Zhong told Ye Lingyun that his soul cultivation is the main thing, your soul is different, and it should not be easily revealed in front of everyone, otherwise it will lead to death. When you are strong enough, when you enter the Holy Realm, your life experience will naturally surface. Over the years, Ye Lingyun has kept it in mind and has been working hard to cultivate all the time.

The Qi Martial Realm is to temper the body, strong muscles and bones, the Qi Martial Realm is divided into nine layers, and each level of improvement will enhance the terrifying power, and the power is endless.

The Lingwu Realm is to make the bloodline accessible and the power converted, and it can exert the magic power, and the power is terrifying.

Ten years of cultivation have allowed Ye Lingyun to reach the Qi Martial Eightfold Realm, but Ye Lingyun is not satisfied, he knows that the Ninefold Realm of Qi Martial Realm is just the beginning of a martial artist's cultivation, and the real peerless powerhouse can fly in the sky and swim outside the Nine Clouds, how carefree and easy it is.

Ye Lingyun slowly opened his eyes, stopped his moment of tranquility, looked at the boulder in front of him, and began to swing his fist, the fist wind whistled, and the boulder exploded instantly, wisps of powerful spatial waves destroyed the boulder, "Sure enough, with the superposition of the qi waves, the power of the bombardment is also increasing exponentially" Ye Lingyun was secretly happy when he saw the qi wave in front of him, took a deep breath, and stopped punching. It is getting more and more difficult to cultivate martial arts to the back, but the power is definitely multiplied.

At this moment, Ye Lingyun suddenly heard a "poof", and instantly turned around to look at the place where the sound came from, and there was a person who fell on the dirt road next to the wooden house.

Ye Lingyun quickly ran towards this person, leaned down, and saw that this person was dressed in a black robe, covered in blood, an old man with a thin face, and dense wounds on his body, and he couldn't help but have a shocking feeling.

At this time, the old man was already unconscious, Ye Lingyun didn't think much about it, copied it with both hands, dragged the old man to the wooden house on the side of the road, and put it on the wooden bed, and then Ye Lingyun lifted a broken clay pot in his hand, which contained clear water, helped the old man up with his left hand, and slowly poured the water into the old man's mouth.

Suddenly, a trace of soul pierced directly into the brain like a sharp knife, and the sharp pain made Ye Lingyun cover his head and fall to the ground and scream: "Ah...".

"Huh?!, not dead?"

A slight sound of surprise came from above the wooden bed.

Ye Lingyun was covered in cold sweat, his face was pale, and the stinging pain of his heart just now almost made him lose the strength of his whole body. He lifted his head feebly and looked upward. Thinking of the terrible stinging pain in his brain just now, even the most idiot he knew that it was from this black-robed old man. I couldn't help but secretly cry out in my heart: "I was kind enough to save you, but I want to assassinate me!"

The old man suddenly muttered to himself: "Gods and demons... It turned out to be a god and demon twin soul, I don't know why, there is such a strong willpower, no wonder......" Ye Lingyun couldn't hear what the old man was whispering at all, but his eyes kept staring at the old man, like a wounded beast looking at a hunter. As if sensing Ye Lingyun's gaze, the old man looked up at Ye Lingyun. Those deep eyes were like sharp swords, as if they were about to pierce Ye Lingyun's heart: "Little guy, you saved me just now?"

Even though he was afraid, frightened, and resentful in his heart, Ye Lingyun still stared at the other party coldly, "I shouldn't have saved you and let you kill me." ”

The black-robed old man covered the wound on his chest that was one inch away from the left side of his heart, closed his eyes and groaned twice: "Pour me a bowl of water." “

Ye Lingyun rubbed his nose with his index finger, got up and walked to the table. He picked up the kettle in his right hand, took a broken bowl in his left hand, poured water into the bowl and poured it full, his thumb clasped the mouth of the bowl, and handed the bowl over: "Here, drink water." ”

The black-robed old man slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Ye Lingyun expressionlessly, took the bowl of water, and drank the bowl of water without saying a word. Taking a breath lightly, he said lightly: "It was the old man who was wrong just now, in order to make up for the mistake just now, my Blood Demon is willing to accept you as an apprentice."