In the ancient century, the war of the Seven Kingdoms broke out in the Qingtian Continent, and the establishment of immortal lords for the unification of the world, all countries competed to attack first, and then the mountains and rivers were broken and the people were displaced, and there was really no place on the entire continent without gunsmoke, and there was war everywhere as far as the eye could see, resulting in a deserted plain for thousands of miles, and the wailing of all beings on the ruins of the city was endless. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After the anger of the heavens and the resentment of the people, the demonic qi suddenly converged in the barbaric land, and the vast wilderness was thousands of miles, and countless demons of all sizes were born overnight. As the saying goes, there is a difference between good and evil, there are two factions of man and demon, and demons will slaughter human beings and recast order. Heaven and earth are unkind, the world is withering, and the living are twelve out of ten, and the seven countries are forced to issue a document in the world, saying that they will build an offensive and defensive alliance for the livelihood of the people, and since then human beings have barely been able to fight with demons.

The so-called world is chaotic and then the saint comes out. The saints feel the wonder of heaven and earth, the changes of the sun and the moon, and think that there is a way, good and evil in the world. Take the human body as the heaven and the earth to cultivate the way to defend the body, and even seek to transcend the outside of the world and be independent of nature, looking for the future before and after the world. The five realms of the Tao of Creation are left in the world, and those with excellent qualifications are widely selected to preach, and their protégés are all over the world, and the saints are nowhere to be found.

For thousands of years, man and demon have not been separated, and since the five realms of the Tao have emerged, the human condition has become better, and the balance of war has tilted in favor of mankind. There are one or two strong people from generation to generation, and countless newcomers emerge every year. The Tao has become the root of mankind, the supreme place. Only when there is a way can there be people, and only then can there be a Tao, and the momentum of cultivation is like the sky, and the glory of the Tao spreads all over the Qingtian Continent.

As soon as there is nothing in the Tao and everything is casual, the Tao can be described as a person, and a person can be praised. Said: The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night. It is time that passes like water, rushing and never returning. But whether it is the rapids under the water, the impassioned, or the duckweed on the water, everything is just up and down.

This is the sermon.

At dusk before nightfall, the Continent of Love, a place outside the world. In the eyes of some, this is a place that should be labeled as a wild place. There are some meanings of thousands of mountains and birds flying away, and thousands of people disappearing. There are strange peaks and valleys all over the square for hundreds of miles, and there is nothing to say. If you really want to say it, you have to show that it is different from the world, and it is very different from the mountains. Wherever something is unreasonable, and it does exist, people are amazed and puzzled, and that's a bit remarkable. No matter how far or near you look here, it's always a hazy black, for some reason, people are a little afraid, no one has ever understood this place. Mortals are hindered by the dangerous road and cannot get here, and the monks say that the terrain here is different, and they are reluctant to open a cave. So it's a bit of a lonely place. Maybe not, there are demons here. Yes, this is the land of demons, their paradise, which is a little disgusting.

But it's right here, right now. On the high mountain, in an infinitely high place, in the vast white clouds, two people fell out. One old and one young, pulling and pulling, the young man's lips were so high, and his face was full of unhappiness and said: "Second uncle, I haven't eaten yet, I'm a little hungry, you have to let me eat, I'm an adolescent, it's the time to grow up, you can't abuse children." The old man was angry, and slapped the back of the young man's head: "What a mess, let me tell you again, you are a cultivator, and now you are a serious cultivator of the Dao realm, you have opened the valley, you don't need to eat, why are you making trouble with the old man." The young man was aggrieved and seemed to be about to shed tears, but the old man couldn't bear it, so he reached out and took out a smooth and shiny thing from his body, handed it to the young man, and saw that it was a piece of braised pork ribs, and muttered all over the place: Didn't you just eat a piece, this is the last piece. The old man stood next to him drooling, thinking: Good girl, Chang'er's craftsmanship is extraordinary, fortunately I have a back hand.

The two of them ate the ribs, and the royal qi descended from the white clouds and landed on the top of this mountain. The old man looked left and right, and said, "Chang'er, what I told you before, have you remembered the origin of you and me?" "Remember, if someone asks, just say that the second uncle and I are from the sea island, the vast sea, there is no way to investigate, even if the gods are suspicious of us, they are impatient." The boy ate the ribs, and his mouth answered cheerfully.

Suddenly, the old man took out another object from his body and said, "What do you think this is?" The boy replied truthfully. "And what do you think of this?" the old man didn't know what it meant. "This is the second uncle's Bu Huijian. Xin Chang's eyes lit up and stared at a blood-colored sword, the light on it flowed, lingering in Xin Xuanmou's hands, its trembling trajectory seemed to contain a trace of nature, but it was quite kind to Xin Chang that he had to fall into it.

"Exactly, you have to remember that the world is sinister, walking on the continent of love needs to be careful, the enemy and me must be divided, but more important is the way you and I get along with others, either the olive in the left hand, or the killing sword in the right hand, so that it can be preserved, this is a matter of life and death, do you understand. Xin said sharply.

Xin Chang seems to understand whether he understands or not. The attachment to the second uncle made him nod.

"This place is poor and evil, and the living are not close, but it is deeply liked by demons, I have found out that there is a demon king within a radius of 100 miles who is refining silver tigers, and the cultivation is equivalent to the realm of the next generation, you go and kill him, take his tiger tail to see me. Xin Xuanmou's tone was unquestionable.

Xin Chang was originally confused in his heart, thinking that what Xin had just said was slightly inappropriate, and suddenly heard that Xin was asking him to hunt demons, he was very happy, and thought that he could finally try his skills. The desire for battle and his dedication to cultivation made him forget the troubles that he should not have as a teenager, and in his mind, he auditioned what he had learned in his life and related to the upcoming battle scenes, as well as the rhythm of the technical attack, and made up for the gaps, so that his body quickly entered the state of battle, and flew away with the pace of strange rhythms. For ordinary people, the unimaginable combat skills are like a fish in water for Xin Chang, which should be the quality that a genius cultivator should have. And Xin Chang is so young. It's a pity that no one can see all this except for Xin's conspiracy. Go ahead, boy, even though the path of cultivation is so difficult.

This is Xin Chang's first battle.

Xin Xuanmou looked at Xin Chang flying away, not without pride, with a smile on his face, and thinking of the young man's hard work, there was a hint of bitterness in his smile, Chang'er paid a lot, whether it was seen or invisible, and for a while he thought of the ardent expectations of the past clansmen, his heart seemed to have a thousand catties of burden, and his face was finally as calm as ever. But who knows that the Xin Xuanmou of the powerhouse of the Lidao Realm just held back at this time, swallowed his sadness, and the good man did not flick his tears when he had tears. When Chang'er is alone, after all, the second uncle can't be by your side forever. May time pass a little slower, Chang'er doesn't have to work so hard, we can keep a little longer, but time must pass a little faster, and the path of enlightenment cannot be lost.

But the most important thing at the moment, Xin Duanmou turned his back, touched it in his right hand arms, and took out a piece of shiny and shiny thing, which turned out to be a piece of braised pork ribs. This stupid boy, Xin thought of it, he was finally gone, and I swear this was really the last piece.