As soon as summer arrived, a rain fell from the sky, and the mountain was fresh and pleasant after the rain, and the air was mixed with the smell of fireworks that could not be dispersed for a long time, as well as the spiritual fire transformed into the bones of the corpses of people of all ethnic groups who were thrown into the wilderness due to war. In that protracted battle, the grandfather and grandmother of the young master of Yinyang Village, as well as his mother, died one after another, and finally even his uncle Hei Mi, who had superior mana, disappeared.

The sorcerers of Yinyang Village were almost wiped out by the Xianle Clan of Xiaoyao Mountain.

The Celestial Clan, the supreme ruler of the Nine Divisions.

The Yin and Yang clan, who can predict the future fate of the entire Jiubu Kyushu, lived on the land of Kyushu as early as the Hundred Bird Period, the oldest tribe of mankind, although most of the clansmen are female dependents, but they never put the Jiubu Heavenly Clan in their eyes.

The Xianle clan that connects the Celestial Clan and the land of Kyushu has been responsible for generations to select and send the immortal maids who have cultivated in Kyushu for generations.

These two clans that are beyond the jurisdiction of the sons of the Five Elements Heavenly Emperor, even the Nine Heavenly Clans, are inconvenient to meddle in the war between them, and their swords and swords are destined to bring inevitable and estimable disasters to the entire Kyushu......

Han Yang, the only remaining man of the Yin and Yang Clan.

When he was thirteen years old, in order to escape the pursuit and persecution of the Snow King, his uncle's maid took Hanyang out of the clan village, dressed up as a girl, blended into the crowd fleeing out of the village, and covered it with witchcraft, so that he escaped the killing of the snow duck.

Passing through the mountains of Confuc, the sky was so dark that all you could see was the large flakes of snow flying on the snowy peaks thousands of miles away, and the wind was passing through the cuffs, and it was cold—chilling. The guardian Biqiu stopped his horse and used his spiritualism to lure the ghosts of the Cliff River to explore the way.

"Yang ...... No, young master, should we rest here for a while?" Yingluo struck the whip in her hand a few times and caught up.

The horse, with its weary steps, saw the pool of water in the grass under the night sky, and rushed up to it like crazy, choking and drinking.

Hanyang looked at the guards Biqiu and Ling Sai who were walking in front, and they were tired of following the horse's steps and swaying forward on the horse's back, as if they were going to sleep in the saddle, but when the wind blows, their eyes will appear with the light of the lunar calendar at any time.

"Yingluo, can you go and ask Sister Biqiu and Sister Ling Xi?"

"Yes. Yingluo smiled brightly and rode up.

As he spoke, the young man's handsome and delicate face had lost the smile that it used to have.

At this time, the young master of Hanyang already had a few copies of the wisdom and maturity of adults, and two jet-black and slender sideburns hung on the cheeks of the two temples, and he wanted to draw the same, and the two sword eyebrows of the same jet black stood on his pair of eyes.

At this time, the Kyushu continent had entered a hot summer day, and they were heading to an extremely cold place where snow fell all year round. Their clothes don't look so thin.

A snow-white dress embroidered with bamboo leaf blue and white piping undulated evenly on his body in the cold sun with the bumps on the horse's back, the outside was a blood-red cloak with a hood, a pair of boots embroidered with two auspicious cloud patterns were quietly placed on the saddle, with the horse's bumps shaking slightly, a white stripe with platinum was close to his forehead, and his black hair tied up with a bone hairpin complemented each other, simple but general. Although he is a dilapidated and exiled tribesman, Hanyang's dress up and down does not make people feel that he is a declining master in exile. On the contrary, his delicate and handsome face and the rolling mountains of the Misbur Mountains behind him made him even more beautiful.

She is only thirteen years old, just like the young master of the cold sun three hundred years ago, between her carefree eyebrows and eyes, revealing all the brightness of a child to the whole world like a new stamen in a spring flower garden. Perhaps, she has not yet realized the sinister side of this rotten world.

She put the Five Elements Altar into the cloth pocket on her chest: "Brother Hanyang, we still have seven days and seven nights to reach Xiaoyao Mountain, can we rescue my father and other clansmen by then?"

Hanyang looked at the glacier that glowed with indigo snow in the distance, and said lightly, "Yes." ”

Maybe it was the green sha who saw the distant sense of loss and unconcealed unconfidence on the face of the young master Hanyang, she took out the Five Elements Altar again, and used the hibiscus ring on the little finger of her right hand to conjure up a green light on the altar, and before she could see the situation in the altar clearly, a yellow light reflected out, swept over her head, and the yellow light bounced onto the stone cliff a few miles behind her, and quickly pierced onto a bunch of wolf poison flowers on the ground, and the wolf poison flower buds were instantly shattered.

"Green ......"

Before Han Yang could finish speaking, the green sha's body lying on horseback "traced" to avoid the reflected light.

"Oh! Big things are not good, there is a change in the direction of Mercury!"

As soon as the green words fell, countless water ghosts galloped from the Xiaoxi River on the humid rainy night, and the tired horses were frightened, and the horses' hooves flicked and made a sound of resistance.

Several maids behind him pulled out the holy whip at their waists, stepped on the back of their horses and soared into the air to block the oncoming water ghosts. The water ghost's terrible tearing cry made every nerve tense. Countless cracks cracked in the wet puddles on the ground, and the water ghost Sydney's tongue pulled the horse's hooves into the earth's crust, and the green demon jumped off the horse's back, and with a wave of his hand, the green light emitted by the hibiscus ring smashed the water ghost that roared and pounced, but as soon as the separated fog met the water vapor, it immediately closed again.

"Brother Hanyang, what should I do?"

"Move the dirt rows. ”

The Green Devil raised the Five Elements Altar in his hand high and drove the White Witchcraft. Suddenly, the wind was overwhelming, and the sand and dust covered the potholes on the ground, and the water ghosts were buried under the dust. As soon as Lu Sha put away the Five Elements Altar in his hand, it rained heavily again, and the cracks on the surface of the ground were getting bigger and bigger, more and more, and the water ghosts surrounded them again.

The green demon rode on his horse and used the Five Elements Altar and the Hibiscus Ring to conjure up dazzling light.

"Green Shah, use your Five Elements Altar to move the fire line, and then use the fire line to conquer the gold line. Hanyang shouted, and the rain trickled down his hair and cheeks.

"But the rain is too heavy, and my strength is limited to drive the Five Elements Altar. ”

"Young master, we can't stop it!" the maid who struggled to resist was wrapped around her arm by the water ghost's tongue.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the wind and snow slashed into the land of Kyushu. Drops of water fell from the hairdrops of the maids' hairs and down their clothes to the earth, thunder roared, lightning was invincible, and everywhere the light was the smell of blood mixed with red raindrops.

Hanyang stretched out his hand to the cuff of his left hand, wanting to take out the artifact and make everything come to nothing.

Suddenly, there was a sound of a piano in the sky above Xiao Xihe, the sound was like frozen ice particles, poignant and decisive, resentful and sad. The moment the piano sounded, the water ghosts seemed to be summoned by a magical power, and ran in the direction of Xiao Xihe, gradually moving away.

The sound of the piano also disappeared over the glacier with the clouds and the moon.

When the shaman blossoms bloom, people say that the war in Kyushu is coming to an end and should be over.

Summer is withering, and autumn is about to begin.

At this time, the shamanic flowers in Kyushu opened early, but the war between the Yin and Yang Clan and the Xianle Clan had just begun......