"Grandma'......"

In the middle of the night, Pang Xiaodao woke up in low sobbing.

The first time he woke up, he didn't wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, but subconsciously restrained his breath and leaned down to observe the movements around him.

I don't know when, the Silver Armor Army and the Red Dragon General have already withdrawn, and the fierce giant eagle and the more than ten terrifying martial cultivators with flying ability have also disappeared, and the world is dead silent.

A full moon hangs in the sky, the stars are shining in the sky, and there are no clouds, and tonight is a rare good weather.

The evening breeze in early summer was blowing, which should have been refreshing and comfortable, but Pang Xiaodao felt the cold to the bones and couldn't help shivering.

He had been lying quietly for most of a quarter of an hour, and when he was sure that there was no one left in the town, he jumped to his feet, and ran in three steps and two steps.

What he didn't know was that in a coma, he had a brush with death, which was extremely dangerous.

The young sect master and his entourage did not find the so-called divine object, and in a fit of rage, they really dug into the ground, not only destroying the town into ruins, but also ordering the silver armor army to spread out and search with the town as the center.

A sergeant of the Silver Armor Army once reached the ridge of the back mountain, and when he looked closely, he could be found unconscious in the grass with only two more steps.

If it weren't for his hunting for a living, he would have been in the mountains and forests for a long time, and the hidden breath would have almost become instinctive, so that the breath in the coma would be long and weak, like insects and ants, and it would inevitably be discovered.

However, the ridge was the most conspicuous place in sight, but it caused the darkness under the lamp, which allowed him to escape, and it must be said that everything was an anomaly.

Rushing into the town and stepping on the blood-soaked sticky land in front of the town, Pang Xiaodao saw an old woman in a cloth dress who had fallen in the crowd at a glance.

"Grandma!"

Pang Xiaodao staggered forward and hugged the old woman, and her eyes were instantly lost with tears.

The old woman had a bloody hole in the center of her eyebrows, it should have been a gunshot wound, a shot killed, she walked very fast, she should not have experienced much pain, but she died peacefully, her wrinkled face was cloudy, and she was full of horror.

Pang Xiaodao's ancestors fled to Rainbow Town, after several generations, after many changes, the only living relatives who can be traced back are grandmothers, and now even the only relatives are gone.

Suddenly, helplessness and sadness overwhelmed his heart, so that he could no longer control his emotions, looking up to the sky and roaring, his voice was like a cuckoo crying blood.

I don't know how long later, a little calmed down, he gently put down his grandmother's body, turned around to find a shovel, and dug a square pit one person high under the big willow tree, and then as if he was afraid of disturbing the deceased, he slowly put his grandmother into it, and set up a monument.

When he had done this, he turned his head to find that the waterfall in the town had broken down, and the houses had collapsed and were in shambles, while the townspeople were stacked on top of each other in twos and threes, and the smell of blood was thick in the air.

Judging by his long-term hunting experience, the smell of blood wafted away by the wind, and soon attracted social beasts such as rotting wolves in the mountains and forests, so he picked up a shovel and dug a pit nearby to bury it.

The townspeople have no quarrel with the world, they get along relatively well, although they occasionally quarrel with each other, they are just some parents, even if some mean people have bullied their grandparents and grandchildren, but in the face of life and death, everything is not worth mentioning.

Death is great, and burial is peace.

As he closed a pair of tearful eyes full of horror and unwillingness, and buried a family together, an astonishing murderous aura gradually emanated from his slightly thin body.

It's just an adult, the other party doesn't even let go of a toddler or a baby in swaddling clothes, which is really frustrating and indignant.

The square around the willow tree puffed up a series of grave bags in turn, and the grave was inserted with an ugly tablet written on a wooden board, and the inscription used the honorific title of a certain uncle and aunt's family, and what he didn't pay attention to was that the sun was crooked, like an earthworm's font pen walking dragon and snake, with a sharp murderous aura.

There are many refugees on the border, bandits are numerous, and it is not easy for mortals to survive, let alone spend money to study in private schools, so illiterate people abound, but Rainbow Town is relatively lucky, there is an old teacher with very low fees.

This old man can only have a set of five bird boxing to strengthen the body, but he is often proud of his martial arts, but his knowledge is indeed extraordinary, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is rich in five cars, so Pang Xiaodao can also read and break words, but he is forced by life and has no time to practice words.

There are 53 households in the town, a total of 369 people, and 53 graves have been dug one after another.

The body was so sticky that he simply took off his coarse cloth clothes and pants, wearing only a pair of pants to cover his face, and continued to drag the body to bury it.

At this moment, a ripple suddenly rippled in the air above his head, it was the soul eye condensed by the high-level martial cultivator with his superb soul power, and it came from a person behind the waterfall under the square.

The strange thing is that he seems to have melted into the hard rock, but the texture of the mountain stone has not changed at all, and he himself is like a dead man, his eyes are closed, his heart is beating and breathing, as if he is dead.

In fact, these soul eyes were in the air from beginning to end, silently watching Pang Xiaodao's every move, until he stripped naked and revealed his body covered with scars, and finally he was touched all of a sudden.

Because the thin little body was covered with dense scars like spider webs, one or two inches small, more than half a foot long, which were the claw marks of the beast.

On the abdomen, there are still two freshly scarred holes, which should be left by the fangs of wild boar war elephants, and even there are several new and old sword wounds on the back spine and heart, which are left by the battle of life and death.

There are too many scars to be fatal!

It's hard to imagine how much burden this weak body has carried, how much suffering it has experienced, and how it has survived so far.

Pang Xiaodao was aware of it, looked up at the air, and naturally couldn't find the colorless and formless soul eye, thinking that it was just a breeze, and lowered his head to continue to be busy.

After burying the old teacher and burying the lonely old blacksmith, he dragged his tired pace, and finally walked to the most gracious old man Dong, as for the caravan, his physical strength was on the verge of the limit, and he could only talk about it later.

Master Dong is a wealthy family in the town, with a group of wives and concubines, many children, as well as domestic servants, cooks, and a group of guards led by Yan San, the population is the largest.

Collected them one by one, and was about to cover the soil, the pet knife was suddenly stunned, and then carefully identified each face under the pit, and said in surprise: "What about Young Master Dong?"

If you talk about kindness, the entire Rainbow Town, with Dong Xinwu as the most, how can Pang Xiaodao bear to let his violent corpse go wild and let the beasts eat it.

After inspecting around, it was no coincidence that he decided that the waterfall under the square was very likely to be where Dong Xinwu's body was, so he went straight to the person hiding behind the waterfall.

Pang Xiaodao is barely considered a martial artist, even if his physical strength has reached the limit, the waterfall more than ten meters high is still not a problem.

Jumping down with a light leap, he used his hands and feet together, paused several times on the stone wall, and stood firmly on the smooth stone ground under the waterfall.

At this moment, a dazzling colorful light suddenly shot out from the stone wall behind the water curtain cave, heading straight for his eyebrows.

The colorful light was as fast as thunder, and there was no room for any reaction, and when it was closer, Pang Xiaodao realized that it was a prismatic colored stone half the size of a palm.

In the colored stone wall, the colorful energy flows endlessly, and a touch of dark blue in it actually overshadows this dazzling colorful energy, which is a short hand and short feet, rabbit ears and round face, and a round body, like a ragdoll-like magical creature.

At this moment, its big black and white eyes were full of tears, its face was full of panic, and it rushed towards it like a fleeing drive to envelop the colorful stones that wrapped around it.

Seeing that it touched the center of his eyebrows, the magical creature that was at best the size of two fingers stopped in an instant, and under the light of the colorful light, an illusory big hand suddenly appeared.

The illusory hand grabbed the colored stone, and in the futile struggle of the creature's dancing hands, pulled towards the stone wall behind him.

At the same time, a loud shout sounded: "If you still want to escape, believe it or not, the old man blew up the soul sea and let you be buried with you!"

With the sound sounding, the hard stone wall behind the water curtain cave turned into powder, and the powder slid to the ground like flowing water, and a majestic and majestic body stepped out and firmly held the colored stone in the right palm.

This man was only about forty in appearance, in the prime of life, wearing a dark green robe, with a half-open neckline, and an open chest that was bronzed, as if it were cast in iron.

No breath flowed out, but his body shone brightly, forming a light mask, which automatically popped up the thick water vapor in the water curtain hole, making it difficult to penetrate the slightest.

Just standing at will, his majestic body is like a sword out of the sheath, extremely sharp, and like a majestic mountain, giving people an endless sense of oppression that is difficult to regret.

The only regret is that even Pang Xiaodao can find that his temples are white, his face is dark, and there is a wisp of dead gray in the tiger's eyes, which can hardly hide the tragedy of the hero's twilight.

Looking at each other quietly, only the magical little creature in the colored stone in the middle-aged man's palm shrunk into a ball, trembling, and let out a low cry, and the pitiful little appearance made people feel pity when they looked at it.

After a while, Pang Xiaodao, who was stunned, took the lead in speaking: "Your Excellency is the person they are looking for?"

The middle-aged man nodded and replied quietly: "Old man Liangshan is exactly the person they are looking for. Boy, do you hate the old man?"

"There is resentment, but there is no hatred, nothing is enough to constitute an excuse for indiscriminate killing of innocents. ”

Long Xiaodao said quietly, straightened his waist suddenly, and said in a deep voice: "What kind of realm does the predecessor have?"

"The middle of the seventh realm, which is what the world calls the Holy Stage. ”

Liang Shan responded casually, and asked with a smile: "Why, with your unpopular cultivation, do you want to take revenge?"

"The poorest is nothing more than food, and if you don't die, you will come out. Pang Xiaodao nodded as a matter of course.

Liang Shan's pupils shrank, and he stared at him: "If the old man tells you that there is a Seven Star Sect behind the Seven Star Country, the Wuji Sect led by the leader can drive the Seven Star Sect to the location, without the cultivation of the Eighth Realm, or even the Ninth Realm, they will not be able to shake them head-on." So, do you still want revenge?"

"Seven Star Sect, Wuji Sect! Okay, the next life has written it down. Pang Xiaodao nodded calmly again, and his eyes revealed the state of contempt for all beings.

Parents are here, not far away!

In the past, he had a fetters in his heart, he didn't dare to die, and he couldn't die, but now that his grandmother is gone, he has no scruples in the world.

If a person gives up everything and is not afraid of life and death, everything is possible! The world is so big, he firmly believes that with his own efforts, he will be able to step on the peak of martial arts and avenge this sea of blood one day.

"Good heart, good spirit!"

Liang Shan inspected the shocking scars on his body, and laughed: "Such a young man, the old man has been spanning half his life, reading countless people, and it is the first time he has encountered it, is there really a providence in the dark?"

As he spoke, he suddenly turned to the colored stone in his right hand and shouted: "Little thing, looking at the situation just now, you not only want to get out of the old man's control, but also want to choose him as the master, right?"

"Uh-huh......" The magical creature in the colored stone nodded like garlic, and it actually understood human speech.

"What is this?" Pang Xiaodao asked in surprise, this thing behaved in a very smart way, like a child, which was really amazing.

"Devouring by the Divine Beast. Liang Shan replied word by word.

"Divine beast?" Pang Xiaodao said in shock.