Twilight.

The sunset is like blood, dyeing the rolling river red, and the river flows north.

Ten miles outside the Jiangwan is a piece of decayed moats, about the center of a decayed wall under a small room, one south and one north opposite sitting two people, the south is young and the north is old. The young man recited words as difficult as a mantra, and the old monk listened silently.

The young man's name is Gan Xie, he is only eight years old, his long hair is like green silk, his big black and bright eyes are like two glowing lychees, and his two thick eyebrows are like two bladeless heavy swords dyed with ink. It's an ordinary face shape, and out of thin air, it's more than two points of bookishness. A three-inch-long black gourd hangs from his waist.

The old monk had a withered body, silver hair, and wrinkles on his forehead like a piece of thousand-year-old dead bark. It was difficult to tell the age, only the depths of those cloudy eyes seemed to have two stars flickering and shining, causing strange starlight ripples.

On the left hand side of the old monk is a glaive knife. The handle of the knife is three inches and three minutes long, and it is yellow, like a loess mud kneading. On one side of the knife grid is a red statue of a tiger-headed flying eagle, and on the other side is a bronze orb, and the parts growing from both ends are like two silver fangs, each three inches long. The blade of the knife was five feet nine inches long, and it was covered with a thick layer of gray rust, making it difficult to see the true face.

The old monk stretched out his left hand and gently stroked the handle of the knife, and when he touched it at a distance of one minute from the statue of the knife lattice, he naturally stopped, and then gently stroked it back. The left hand, with chapped skin and white bones, was chilling.

"Senior, these twelve thousand nine hundred and sixty words, recite them backwards, I already have a single word!" Gan Xie opened his big bright eyes, like a naughty elf waking up, staring at the old monk faintly, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Would you be sad if all the people in Stormwind Village died?" the old monk asked lightly as he continued to caress the hilt of the knife with his left hand.

"No!" replied Gan Xie categorically, "absolutely not! How could I have mercy on those people in the mountains?"

The old monk hummed and said indifferently: "In the past two years, what I have been waiting for has never appeared. I don't have time to wait, though, and I hope you don't disappoint my old friend. ”

The old monk paused, his tone suddenly heavy, and he said, "You will become the new master of this knife." Remember, whatever happens in the future, don't let this knife leave you, don't let it fall into the hands of anyone else. And what you promised me must not be forgotten. ”

Gan Xie was about to ask why, but the old monk interrupted: "The hour has come. On the occasion of parting, I will give you another opportunity. If there is fate in the future, we will definitely meet again, but I hope that it will not be a sword to each other at that time. ”

Gan Xie gritted his teeth and smiled, and his eyes were in a trance, and the whole person suddenly stood on the top of the ice peak, looking into the distance. The ice peaks floated on the surface of the sea, the sea water was as red as blood, and there seemed to be a majestic force in the depths of the sea, and there were bursts of soft groans.

Bingfeng, floating in the sea of blood, trembled slightly, as if breathing.

Ice Peak, obviously a heart-shaped ice peak, like a breathing ice heart, lifelike, embracing eternity.

The ice peak, which is obviously less than ten zhang long, is like standing on the top of the clouds, and it naturally looks down on the vast world.

Gan Xie's heart trembled with the trembling of Bingfeng, and a wonderful rhythm immediately appeared in his mind, like a drum and horn in unison, and also like a sonorous golden stone. Gradually, Gan Xie and the supernatural power in the depths of the sea of blood resonated and fused with each other.

The clouds in the sky were rolling up, and the endless sky in front of him faintly sounded the wind, roaring and swept up.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning appeared in the sky ahead, and the void was directly torn apart, and a huge dark cyan dragon head poked out, opened its mouth to breathe, and swallowed the ice peak and the sea of blood into its mouth. From a distance, the dragon's head was devouring a heart of ice floating in a sea of blood.

Gan Xie suddenly felt that he had entered the boundless darkness, and reached out to grab it, and there was a slimy feeling everywhere, and soft tentacles slid between his fingers, and the tentacles seemed to disappear into his fingertips. It seemed like a long journey with no end in sight, and after a while, he finally fell asleep, and the sound of the wind was heard in his ears.

"All the past...... All are prologues...... Love for all...... Trust the Few...... Lives up to anyone's ......"

I don't know how long it took, Gan Xie woke up slowly, and when he was confused, he heard a soft sob, it was a girl's voice. I wondered what this place was, and as soon as I moved, I yelled, "Ouch...... It hurts me to death...... Shattered...... Bones ......".

Gan Xie screamed in pain from the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow, and he didn't dare to move. When the pain gradually subsides, the inexplicable comfort spreads throughout the body, and there seems to be a new force in the muscles and bones. However, as long as you move, it is still a pain like ten fingers connecting your heart, which makes life worse than death, and you can only roar to release the pain. It's painful and comfortable.

Gan Xie felt strange and weird, he yelled so wildly that no one appeared? In his heart, he exclaimed that the sobbing voice was a female ghost? In a hurry, he was about to turn over, and he was immediately pressed to the bed by the pain of his heart. He began to find that with each movement, the more painful the pain became, the more refreshed he felt after the pain.

Gan Xie has a strong heart, 10,000 people do not believe in evil in his heart, gritted his teeth and persevered, and tried his best to move his muscles and bones. Anyway, I know that it is refreshing after the pain, and there is nothing wrong with forbearance. After 3,600 rounds, the whole person seemed to be reborn, and he had inexhaustible strength. He jumped out of bed and roared out of the room, but saw five men and a woman standing side by side outside the door, stunned.

"Mo Xinghuo, Xu Shuo, Yang Wei, Cheng Liang, Liu Yan, Mu Qinjiao, why are you here?" Gan Xie said in shock, "Uh...... What the hell is this place? It doesn't seem to be our Storm Village!"

"Ganxie, all the people in our village are dead, and there are only seven of us left. Several fairies from the Palm Heaven Society passed by and found out that the village had been slaughtered, and they also found that the seven of us were still alive, so they rescued us to come to the Palm Heaven Society. ”

Liu Yan, ten years old, is quite handsome. Like Gan Xie, he is an orphan in Storm Village, and his original name is Hua Yan. He was lucky better than Gan Xie, he was adopted by a wealthy family and became a stepchild, and his life was okay.

"Have you seen a gray knife?" Gan Xie didn't take Liu Yan's words seriously, and asked very strangely to the six people on the other side, "That knife is very important to me, if you dare to hide it, don't blame me for beating you to death." ”

Gan Xie didn't have any deep feelings for Storm Village, and the six of them knew it very well. It's just that asking about the whereabouts of the knife without asking about the village obviously made the six people notice a little strange.

"Gan Xie, don't you think what I said is false, right?" Liu Yan said softly, "This is the Palm Heaven Courtyard of the Immortal Sect Palm Heaven Society. You've been in a coma for five days and five nights, and Sister Fairy says you're the most seriously injured. Your knife was taken away by the fairy sisters and said they wanted to check if it had anything to do with the slaughter of the village. ”

Gan Xie quietly became serious, glanced at the six people suspiciously, and his heart began to be messy as if he had been hit by a deer. Before, he showed that he was heartless because he thought that the six people were joking with him, but seeing the expressions of Liu Yan and the others and what the six people said, something must have happened in Storm Village. Then, the old monk had asked himself that strange question, and it all seemed too coincidental!

Ice peaks, sea of blood, distance, wind sound, dragon head, wind whisper...... In Gan Seop's mind, it reconvered into a vivid picture that made him feel like he was there.

"What are you going to do in the future?"

Gan Xie asked thoughtlessly.

He was really disorganized, he really didn't know what was going on, and his mind was full of thoughts about the short time he spent with the old monk for the last time. But I didn't know anything.

"Sister Fairy said, waiting for the arrangement of the immortal elders of the Immortal Sect. Liu Yan said leisurely, "Our village is a village in Storm Town, one of the nine towns in Tiannan, although it is extremely remote, it is also the sphere of influence of the Immortal Sect. Immortal Sect will definitely arrange it for us. ”

"Alright then!" Gan Xie walked briskly down the steps towards the outside of the courtyard, and said in a deep voice, "I want my knife back, and I will go back to the village immediately." I'm going to find out what's going on in the village myself, so I don't believe what you're saying. ”

"Tsk, just woke up, are you in such good spirits?" The faint fragrance of the girl wafted from outside the courtyard, mixed with a beautiful voice, "Master is really willing to give you a bottle of black jade intermittent ointment to heal your injuries." It's a shame. ”

As he spoke, two beautiful girls walked in, one on the left was as cold as ice, and the other on the right was agile and lively. Liu Yan and the others immediately ran over to pay their respects.

"Meet the two fairy sisters!"

"Aren't they all human like us?" Gan Xie looked at the people on both sides disapprovingly, and said loudly, "Where's my knife?"

The girl on the left said coldly, "Let's go, take you to get your knife." The six of you go over together, and the master has something to ask. ”

Gan Xie cut and naturally followed.

Liu Yan and the six of them were respectful.

The group walked up the rugged mountain path towards a large hall that seemed to float above the clouds.

About half an hour later, a bridge suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The bridge is like a flyover, like a round of rising sun from north to south, suspended in the void, exuding an eternal morning glow, covering the river flowing quietly under the bridge, and the water surface undulates with morning glow ripples. The cycle goes on and on.

To the east of the flyover is a plaza paved with blue jade and engraved with mysterious runes and patterns. In the middle from south to north stand twelve earth-colored pillars, reaching into the sky, and only 50 zhang are visible to the naked eye. The surface of the pillars is extremely rough, carved with lifelike patterns of the zodiac.

To the west of the bridge is a large tree with lush foliage, covering an area almost as large as the area of the square. There is a faint auspicious light shining among the leaves, which seems to be emitted by the fruit of the tree, but the shape of the fruit is not visible to the naked eye.

The seven village boys seemed to have walked into a legendary fairyland, dumbfounded, twisting their necks mechanically, looking left and right.

"This is one of the ten wonders of the palm of the 'Chaoyang Flying Bridge', and the river under the bridge is forbidden by the magic circle laid by the palm of the Heavenly Immortal Jun himself. If an ordinary mortal walks into the river, he will fall into the bottomless abyss. ”

Gan Xie is bold, clever and eccentric, but he is honest at the moment. He was 100% sure that all this in front of him was real and not an illusory dream, and he had to be careful and careful. Walking up the bridge like the sun, no one found out how to walk up, because there were no piers or steps, but they just walked up the bridge naturally.

On the opposite side of the bridge is a majestic hall, the main color is the orthodox Taoist Xuan blue, and the plaque reads "Zhangtian Palace" in large blue characters. There is a couplet on the door, on the left is "Knowing good and knowing evil is conscience", and on the right is "Doing evil for good is a matter of character". There are four slightly smaller side halls on the left and right, each with its own plaques and couplets.

Look at the temple without peaks!

The temple is like a peak!

Everyone naturally sensed the mysterious power from the main hall, bathing everyone's body and soul like a spring breeze, from the inside to the outside, from the shallow to the deep. Such an encounter is like the baptism of creation in myths and legends.

The seven paused for a moment, and after a soft call, they followed into the main hall.

* * *

Faun Continent.

Looking back on the past, 16,000 years ago, the demon race and the barbarian race were bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty for hegemony in the Faun God Continent, and both sides were defeated. On this occasion, the Terran Race rose in the end of the micro, and after 5,000 years of precipitation, the peerless Tianjiao "Nine Sages of the Terran Race" was born, founded the Xiuzhen Dao, and led the Terran to the position of the ruler of the Continent of Faun in one fell swoop. The demon clan fled to the Flying Rainbow Realm, and the barbarians retreated to the Barbarian Blood Moon Valley.

It is a prosperous time for Xiuzhen, and it is also an eventful autumn.

Today, it is the era of human cultivation and cultivation, 9,960 years.

Since the Nine Sages founded the path of cultivation, the cultivation realm has been led by the five factions of "Yuan Shimen", "Lingxiao Sect", "Zhangtianhui", "Tianlong Palace", and "Snow Drinking Valley", which have dominated the cultivation realm for thousands of years. The ancient and powerful "Eight Sects of the Demon Sect", which are also human race cultivators, were suppressed by the Five Righteous in the "Quicksand Realm", and the "Quicksand Realm" is a mysterious area where only the Demon Sect has mastered the access to the Channel, and the Righteous Path has not been able to break through so far.

The "Palm Heaven Society" was founded by the Palm Heaven Immortal Monarch, the head of the Nine Sages, and there were only twelve second-generation disciples. It was from the second generation of disciples to the twelfth veins that began to be passed on, and then passed on to the eleventh generation of descendants, and only seven veins remained, namely Zhangtian Peak, Tongtian Peak, Dingtian Peak, Tianzhu Peak, Tiandu Peak, Tianwu Peak, and Tianying Peak. This has been the case for the twenty-first generation.

The twentieth generation head of the Zhangtian Society, the Holy Fu Zhenren, is a first-class figure in today's world. During the hundred years he was in charge of the portal, he greatly enhanced the prestige of the sect. The first seat of the other six veins is all amazing and brilliant people, surrounding the head of the house, carrying forward the Palm Heavenly Society.

Recently, it was the end of the opening of the mountain gate to accept disciples every ten years, and the Seven Veins were discussing how to determine the candidates for the elders' personal disciples and the distribution of some resources. Therefore, the first seat of each vein has been in charge of the Heavenly Peak. It happened that a disciple of Heavenly Shadow Peak reported about a small village, so he decided to let the Seven Veins Elder personally inquire about it.

The Palm Heaven Hall, the appearance of the solemn hall has an ordinary simplicity inside. Above the front of the position, there are three portraits of people, lifelike, as if they can come out at any time. Twelve smaller figures hang below, all riding or sitting on spirit animals, equally lifelike.

In front of the portrait is a round and wide Tai Chi chair, on which a middle-aged man wearing a dark blue Tai Chi robe sits upright, with a straight face and no anger. The atmosphere of the entire hall fluctuated between his breaths. He is none other than the twentieth generation head of the Heavenly Society.

There are three seats on each of his left and right hands, all of which are seated, and behind each person there are people of varying numbers, both old, middle-aged and young.

The hall was peaceful.

"Uh...... That's my knife ......"

A voice suddenly spoke, breaking the silence, and all eyes immediately converged on the young man who spoke.

"Gan Xie, where did you get this knife?"

The Holy Fu Zhenren asked indifferently, and Gan Xie suddenly felt a thick immortal voice echoing in his mind, and the endless power of deterrence controlled him. There was no resistance, only obedience.

Gan Xie replied: "Get it from the mud and sand on the banks of the big river!"

He shouted hard in his heart: A good man spits a nail in one mouthful. Since he promised not to tell others about the old monk, he must do it.

"Did you know that the seven of you are survivors of Stormwind Village?"

"I just heard what Liu Yan said!"

The middle-aged man in the first seat on the lower left hand coughed lightly and said, "Child, please note, this is the senior brother in charge of the house, not the people in your village who are joking with you!"

"That'...... Probably have something to do with me......"

Gan Xie said tremblingly, there was already a cry.

All eyes were cast again, scorching, indifferent, murderous, converging on him.