Winters in the Qinling Mountains are dark.

It was noon, but the visibility in the mountains never exceeded two or three hundred meters.

It was foggy and snowy.

This small village, tucked away in the valley, is as quiet and peaceful as ever.

Outside the solemn ancestral hall.

The bronze giant tripod has been carefully cleaned, and the snow accumulated on the tripod has also been cleaned up, revealing the thick and dignified bronze that has been buried by the snow for a long time.

The originally empty square was already filled with countless ritual props.

There are no bones left of Uncle Tai's father.

According to village tradition, after erecting a mound for him, he needs to pay tribute for seven days in the square outside the ancestral hall for seven days before the burial ceremony can be held.

The protagonist of this funeral is only Uncle Tai.

The third uncle was dying, but he was lucky enough to pick up a life.

It is estimated that after the third uncle wakes up, he will secretly rejoice.

Zhao Xinghuai, Li He'an hid in the house and drank stuffy wine.

Bitter and bitter, the two wanted to get drunk.

However, his cultivation is exquisite, so even getting drunk has become a luxury.

Although several days had passed, the appearance of the young man seemed to become clearer and clearer in their minds.

Zhao Xinghuai is the same year as Li He'an and two years older than Qin Yongyan.

The village is not a sect, nor is it a family.

This is an ordinary village with hundreds of families.

Of course, this village has its own special place.

There are hundreds of Qimen and six miscellaneous schools, each of which may have a different heritage.

Zhao Xinghuai, Li He'an, and Qin Yongyan, they all learned martial arts, so they have been very fun since they were children.

As the backbone of the village, Zhao Xinghuai and Li He'an have always had their own pride.

The third uncle is their role model.

Uncle Tai is their dream.

But now, everything is shattered.

It wasn't until that day that they finally understood......

What is called power.

That's absolute power, and it's a power that makes people despair.

Everyone was so frightened that Uncle Tai, who had the highest seniority, the strongest strength, and high morality in the village, died on the spot, and no one dared to stand up and say that he wanted to avenge Uncle Tai afterwards.

The clan elders would be silent, and after the death of the eldest uncle, the seven clan elders didn't even dare to show their faces, so they just let the man swagger away......

Lao Qin is terrible.

gave birth to a good daughter, and the daughter found a good son-in-law.

Unexpectedly, they fought with Qin Yongyan for most of their lives, but in the end they lost in this aspect.

The more Zhao Xinghuai thought about it, the more he felt depressed, so he picked up the earthen jar next to him and drank it.

Li He'an was stunned for a moment, and then he also touched him with the earthen jar.

Outside the house, the wind and snow continued.

After drinking this jar of wine, they had to go out to clear the snow to prevent the bronze giant and magic vessels in the square from being buried by the snow.

It's a sacrifice for my uncle, and it can't be too cold.

Both of them were Dan Realm Grandmasters, so after drinking, they casually walked out of the room wearing a single coat, and then took a broom to sweep up the snow on the ground.

It was noon, but because the fog blocked out the sun, the whole sky looked overcast, as dreary as before the rainstorm.

The dreary weather also makes people's mood even more gloomy.

"Phew, what the hell is the weather. ”

Zhao Xinghuai carried a broom while sweeping the snow, and scolded hatefully.

Suddenly.

He seemed to sense something, so he quickly raised his head and looked at the sky.

I saw that on the foggy sky, a black spot suddenly appeared.

The black dot was getting bigger and bigger, and Zhao Xinghuai couldn't help but stand up straight, tilting his head to see more clearly.

"Lao Li, look!"

The eyesight of the two of them was far better than ordinary people, so Li He'an immediately noticed the very small black spot.

Seems to be a person?

It's just a breath away.

The shadow had already flown directly above their heads.

At this time, the two finally saw the figure clearly.

It's him!

This young man is just turning to ashes, and he can recognize it at a glance!

Zhao Xinghuai was taken aback.

Without even a moment's thought, he raised his broom and assumed a defensive stance.

However, the young man flying in the sky didn't seem to see them at all.

Before he could make any moves, a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Not good!"

As soon as he saw the sword, Zhao Xinghuai became anxious.

But before he could shout, he had already seen the young man gently slash his sword towards the ancestral hall below.

A sword glowing with golden light came out.

As the sword flew towards the ancestral hall, it began to grow slowly......

At first, it was an ordinary long sword.

The blink of an eye has been magnified dozens of times.

When he was about to approach the ancestral hall, this sword seemed to have turned into a high-speed moving car, and it directly stopped and crashed into the gate in the middle of the ancestral hall.

Rumble!

The gate of the ancestral hall exploded, and immediately set off thousands of violent turbulent airflows.

The wooden gate was swept by the manic current, and it was instantly stirred into countless debris.

However......

And that's not all.

After hitting the gate of the ancestral hall, the sword light did not stop.

As if the train did not stop at the station, the sword passed through the front yard and crushed the main hall in one breath, until it slashed on the hillside behind the ancestral hall, and then it stopped.

With a sword in his hand, this young man actually cut the ancestral hall in half!

The sword was gone.

The riot became even more violent.

Zhao Xinghuai stood in the square, holding Dan on his hips, and crossed his arms in front of him.

The frenzied flying sand and gravel kept hitting him, and it shook his flesh and skin.

If you resist so hard, you may be hurt unnecessarily, so Zhao Xinghuai thought about it, and had no choice but to let go of the grandmaster's self-esteem, and fell to the ground at once, and then covered his head with his hands, praying that this storm would soon subside.

It's been a long time.

The air flow finally calmed down, and the smoke and dust cleared.

The solemn ancestral hall has been divided into two at this moment, as if the middle part has been detained.

A scene of ruins.

Zhao Xinghuai lay on the ground, feeling that after the storm subsided, he secretly looked up at the situation.

Li He'an lay down not far from him.

The open space around the square was full of broken wood and rubble, and the ancestral hall was split in half.

He hesitated for a moment, then looked up at the sky.

The young man......

Carrying a long sword, as if a god descended from the heavens, he looked down at all living beings with an expressionless face.

He lightly landed not far in front of Zhao Xinghuai.

Then, his voice reached Zhao Xinghuai's ears leisurely.

"I don't want to kill people for no reason......"

"So I want you to tell me ......."

"The Ghost of the Witch ......"

"Where?"

These words were not said to Zhao Xinghuai alone.

His voice was soft, but it rang out in every corner of the village at the same time.

The tranquility of the village was shattered.

Countless people walked out of the room and rushed towards the square.

From the sky, it looks like a blank sheet of paper with many ants suddenly appearing.

It was crowded, but no one dared to approach the square.

Chen Xi held the long sword and silently stared at the ancestral hall in front of him.

Suddenly.

A group of old men walked out of the ruins of the ancestral hall.

There were seven of them, all of them wearing white practice uniforms, tall and short, fat and thin.

The leader was holding Uncle Tai's dragon head crutch that day, and it was estimated that Uncle Tai took his place after his death.

Seven old men stood on the steps and looked at Chen Xi from afar.

After hesitating for a moment, the old man at the head sighed softly: "You are already a celestial at a young age, why do you have to force us old bones hard?"

Hearing this, Chen Xi couldn't help but sneer: "If you hand over the Xuan ** soul, I promise that you won't hurt anyone." ”

The words fell, but the old man at the head was silent.

Several old men beside him couldn't help but change their faces slightly.

Immediately after, they silently made eye contact.

This ancient village hides many secrets.

For example, the ghost of the Xuannu is actually the key to open the gate of heaven.

Tianmen has not appeared for more than a hundred years, and the Xuannu has also changed batch after batch.

It wasn't until this batch that they finally received the Heavenly Message, confirming that the Heavenly Gate was about to open.

This is their last chance.

Several old men looked at Chen Xi under the steps and communicated silently.

Do you choose to give up, or do you ......