Every day, a hundred miles of cangwu will become a little weaker.

  Someone once said:

  The formation of faith is very particular, first of all, you have to appear at the right moment, guide the confused and ignorant mortals, you must be outstanding enough, win the awe of others, and be able to do things that many people can't do, master some laws, and you will only be half the success.

  It had been so long that he couldn't remember which brother had said it.

  Dominated by fear, he can only be a shadow (yīn) under the light of the immortals, and the brothers and sisters have become feared immortals, and only he, the demon, is forgotten, spurned, and feared.

  But he survived only because he was a (yīn) shadow, he did not participate in the battle of the immortals, and he did not leave a name, as if it was just a terrifying fantasy of the old times.

  There is only one step between a person and an immortal, either an immortal or a human.

  Someone used the nine steps to describe the path to immortality, but he didn't know it at first, because he was above the nine steps and was born as an immortal.

  At that time, he thought that human beings were stupid, and as the saying goes, when humans think, the gods laugh.

  Now, he is in the middle of these nine ladders, he realizes the hardships of being a human being, there is no freedom like a fish in water in the fairy world, and this blood (ròu) body does not drag him down for a day.

  As if to compensate for his obscurity, he had many names in this life, the Black Giant, the Treasure Hunter, the Ring Collector.

  And the most familiar name is, Qianhua Daoren.

  He has a lot of 化 (shēn).

  Each avatar (shēn) is him, and all the memories, feelings, and touches are fed back to him (shēn) and empathized, including some painful memories of death.

  He only controls one hua (shēn) at a time, and most of the rest is asleep, and if you step into a hole (xué) or a remote ancient house in the city, you may see one of them sleeping peacefully on (chuáng).

  The Qianhua Taoist remembered what happened (qíng) through a barbarian (shēn) experience in Anseong.

  The young man with the blue scarf defeated his 化 (shēn) and reminded him of some ancient stories.

  Humans today are not the original beings.

  In the Ancient Era, there was a group of characters who were almost indistinguishable from humans walking on the land, they were powerful and intelligent, cruel and decisive, known as the Seven Clans of the Ancient Ages, and believed in the gods called the Tower Builders.

  It was the golden age of this world.

  At the peak of the hundred miles of cangwu, you can still feel their strength.

  However, the power and ambition of the "tower builders" brought destruction to themselves, and the Seven Clans of the Ancient Desert slowly declined in the subsequent civil war.

  And the immortal spirit realm, including the Qianhua Dao people, escaped the catastrophe, they waited for new lives to appear, guide them when they were confused, and become the new master.

  But the power of the tower-builders is still in the land, and the seven towers have survived millions of years, and they are now called diàn.

  Baili Cangwu laughed out loud just thinking about it, the tower existed at least 40,000 years before the evil dragon descended, which was his least estimate.

  After the disappearance of the tower-builders, the tower became a weapon for the Chaos Dragons who invaded the world.

  In the Battle of the Immortals, his foolish brothers went to war with the Chaos Dragon for the sake of the world's humanity that believed in them, and the army was wiped out.

  After the Battle of the Immortals, the Chaos Evil Dragon was defeated once, and then reincarnated, even more tyrannical and unreasonable.

  Until a man appeared.

  The ancestor of the young man wearing the blue scarf, the sword clan with the blood of the tower-builders.

  His power made the world tremble, and it was he who slew the Chaos Dragon through the forty-nine polar nights.

  Sword Ling Shen ————

  Baili Cangwu dragged a black robe, walking on the frosty floor with strength, his body was also very tall, close to three meters, his facial features were sharp and rough, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken, which was the kind of face that was hard to forget at a glance.

  A striking white puff becomes a sign that distinguishes his character, or is hard to forget.

  His hands were covered with rings on his upper and lower knuckles, he used to have no need for them, but now he couldn't, he needed them.

  He raised his left hand slightly, and the black ring on the second joint of his little finger glowed jet-black, which was his favorite ring to collect human souls.

  No one knows about the world after death, but the soul is in his hands, and he can do many unexpected things, such as driving the soul to collect (xìng) life while the person is asleep.

  At this time, Baili Cangwu felt that the earth began to tremble, subtle and imperceptible, ordinary people just felt that the corner of the table in the room shook a few times.

  But he knew that the day was about to disappear, just like it had been more than 2,000 years.

  Baili Cangwu was grateful to the sword clan man named Bai Day, although he was damaged in Anseong, he found so much energy.

  Now that all the Soul Breakers are gathered in Huarong City, he needs those primordial aura.

  He's ready to take it all in, he's attacked a few times, but none of them worked.

  This time it was different, he had completely absorbed the power of the rì bow and gathered an army.

  The Qianhua Daoist raised his left hand, and a distorted black shadow spit out from the black ring, causing the surrounding air to produce subtle fluctuations, and a pitch-black visible soul appeared.

  However, it didn't end, the ring stabilized for a while, and it broke out in an instant, and the black shadows one after another, until the whole room was covered, and the black shadows squeezed together, a shadow army, waiting for orders.

  "Your shell, I'm ready. Baili Cangwu looked at the hellish scene in front of him, opened the door, and the wind and snow poured in.

  This is the highest peak in Cangzhou at the foot of the Red Snow Mountain, in the center of the plain, and is called the Red Lone Peak by the residents here.

  Halfway up the mountain, there is white snow, which does not melt in all seasons, and down there is a reddish-brown mountain.

  The hundred-mile house is at the foot of the mountain.

  The world outside the door was pitch black, the wind and snow were howling, and only the light of the torches gathered together could be seen.

  The shadow roared and rushed out, the doorframe crushed to pieces.

  Outside the door gathered the natives who knelt and waited, holding torches in the dark, wearing sheepskin jackets, their faces purple from the cold but reverent.

  I couldn't see anything clearly in the dark.

  Hearing the demonic roar, their faces showed horror, but they didn't move, the inhabitants of this place believed in the people of the snowy mountains.

  When the people at the front let out a scream, the twist (shēn) body let out a penetrating maniacal laugh, and they began to flee.

  This is not what the immortals say!

  Screams, cries, and manial laughter mixed together for an hour before returning to calm.

  The black shadow broke up the ranks of the living and took over their (shēn) bodies, looking at themselves with one eye in satisfaction, looking at the world they had lost for a long time.

  They are fury!

  It is a kind of transformation (shēn) of the people of Qianhua Dao.

  Slaughter!

  Snatch!

  Sipping blood.

  In the dark, Baili Cangwu walked with his back to the Red Snow Mountain, and there was a messy footstep in the wind and snow behind (shēn).

  There is an army, advancing in the direction of Huarong City.

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