In the black ** world, the black dead branches exude the breath of silence. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The blood sun in the sky is like a drop of red blood on a person's forehead.

The wind is howling, and the heavens and the earth are silent.

At this time, the demon world is quiet and reveals turmoil.

Some of the Demon Realm's cultivators are still gathering, and some of them are rushing to the exit of the Demon Realm.

They didn't even know why they wanted to attack the Three Realms, and this was because of the order of the so-called Demon King, in order to satisfy the idea of the Demon King to unify the Three Realms, they joined the battle of life and death in a daze, and they were still thinking about the words that either you die or I die.

In the black land of the Demon Realm, it is not only these Demon Realm powerhouses who only know how to fight, but also the residents of the Demon Realm who live peacefully.

The big ones are self-contained, and they manage the city with their hearts all year round, and the small ones gather into villages, cultivate their own fields, and sometimes learn some cultivation methods to strengthen their bodies.

Deadwood Village is one such village.

Because the whole village is surrounded by withered black wood, it was named Dead Wood Village.

Deadwood Village is almost isolated from the outside world, and if you want to get to other villages, you need to travel by horse-drawn carriage for about a day.

Therefore, some cultivators who did not want to join the army of the Demon Realm to invade the Three Realms chose to stay in the village and practice quietly, occasionally instructing some villagers on how to cultivate.

In this way, it will not attract the search of the demon realm warriors, and it will not be affected by anything, and concentrate on cultivation.

They don't have any requirements and conditions for the villagers to cultivate, they just spend more effort on some talented children, and they don't have anything to ask for in doing this, just thinking that if the Demon Realm fails to invade the Three Realms, at least leave some foundation for the people of the Demon Realm, so that the people of the entire Demon Realm will not disappear.

The patriarch of Deadwood Village is an old man over 90 years old, and because he learned the cultivation method for a few days when he was young, his body is quite healthy.

His son's name is Mo Cheng, a cultivator who has just retired from the front line, although his cultivation is not strong, but he has also reached Yuanying's cultivation, which is also a village like an absolute strong person in Deadwood Village.

Today, Mo Cheng saw a child who surprised him.

The child's nickname is Xiaobao.

Although Xiao Bao was only four or five years old, he showed a very strong cultivation talent, and his qualifications were particularly good, so he immediately decided to accept Xiao Bao as his personal disciple and teach Xiao Bao all his cultivation knowledge.

Xiaobao was very happy, but it was very pitiful that he had no free time to play at a young age, and he needed to come to Mo Cheng every day to say goodbye and start a day of hard practice.

Although his body became stronger and stronger as he practiced, and he always had an advantage in playing with children in the same village, Xiaobao began to regret it again.

He didn't want to practice, he just wanted to simply play with his companions and go to the dead wood to play hide and seek.

Xiaobao has touched the white feather in his arms countless times, wanting to tell his partner, his father, and his master about the feather.

But he was reluctant to say.

Because the feathers are very beautiful, and sometimes they shine.

He was reluctant to leave his baby, so he had to listen to his father and mother and always maintain his practice.

Mo Cheng sat cross-legged on the roof of his wooden house, looking at the whole village.

Next to him is Xiaobao, who looks like he is sitting cross-legged.

"Xiaobao, look, how quiet and peaceful the whole village is, there is no shouting and killing of the battle, there is no unwilling howl before death, there is no self-detonation of snow jade, only quiet, only cooking smoke, only cute children like you laughing and playing."

Mo Cheng smiled and spoke, his eyes still filled with a faint fear.

Although he had never fought in the front battlefield because his strength was not enough, he saw scenes that frightened him.

Those life-and-death fights, those strong people who can destroy the whole world, left a deep pain in his heart.

He had only four fingers on his right hand, and one index finger was left over from a battle with a primordial infant cultivator in the Three Realms, who had bitten off his finger before dying.

Since then, he has found that both himself and the people of the Three Realms are so pitiful.

Why fight? Why do you want to die?

Mo Cheng was scared, so he fled back to the Demon Realm with a few friends while everyone was fighting frantically.

After parting, he came to his hometown of Deadwood Village.

Re-experiencing the peace and tranquility of the village, he liked it very much, and even decided to stay here for the rest of his life to practice quietly, quietly instruct the children to practice, and tell them the horrors of war, so that they can protect the people they care about as their own responsibility, and not blindly follow the orders of some people and rush to kill.

Xiao Bao rolled his big eyes, cross-legged in a decent manner, he turned his head to look at Master Mo Cheng next to him: "Master, is it fun outside the village?" Is there anything delicious? ”

Mo Cheng smiled slightly and said, "It's fun outside the village, and there is good food, but ah, there are also a lot of bad people!" ”

"Oh, that Xiaobao understands, Xiaobao is still young and can't go out because he will meet bad guys." Xiaobao hurriedly nodded and said.

Mo Cheng rubbed Xiaobao's head, "Actually, our village is quite good, with your favorite playmates and your parents, right?" ”

Xiaobao nodded, "Yes, Master, I just want to play hide and seek with Xiaohu and them, just in the woods." ”

Mo Cheng smiled, "Well, okay, you hurry up and practice your homework today, if you can finish it ahead of schedule, I'll let you play with them, how about it?" ”

"Wha! Great!! Xiaobao laughed happily, "Xiaobao starts now!" ”

……

About 100,000 miles away from Deadwood Village, the location of the exit of the Demon Realm.

The army of the Demon Realm, which was frantically rushing towards the direction of the Three Realms, was surging, but just as they were about to rush out, under the fluctuations of the void, a figure walked out of the void.

The figure didn't raise its head, and it didn't stop, it just walked slowly through the army of the Demon Realm.

When he walked out of the demon army, he turned into a rainbow and disappeared at the end of the horizon.

Behind him, all the warriors in the Demon Realm army froze in place, and then with a bang, it turned into a rain of blood in the sky, dissipating on the way to the Three Realms, and there were no survivors, and even the powerhouses of these Demon Realm armies did not see the appearance of the many people clearly before they died.

After Wu Hao walked through the army of the Demon Realm, his divine sense covered in all directions, but he did not sense the breath of Qiao Ling and the others, he was in an anxious mood, and turned into a long rainbow and flew towards the depths of the Demon Realm.

At the same time, the divine consciousness spread out violently and covered the entire demon realm.

"Where are you?"