Xiao Yaozi shook her head and said, "It's not your fault. Things are changeable. Who would have thought that the power of the Blood Hell Palace had infiltrated the Southern Wasteland? This group of guys didn't seem to give up and wouldn't wash the bloodied central land. It was like this back then, and it's the same today," Xiao Yaozi's last wish, obviously she could feel the suppressed anger.

"Master, who did you so much trouble?" Xiao asked anxiously.

The reason why Xiao Yaozi divided the inheritance into six is not to spread it widely. The most important reason was that he did not want those heirs to be known to the enemy beforehand. Now Xiao Wuyou has a complete legacy. He considered it necessary to know who the enemy was. If he hadn't asked this time, he might never have known.

"You've grown up and you've got my full inheritance, it's time to know something. Xiao Yaozi muttered.

Xiao Wuyou guessed that Xiao Yaozi was a disciple of the Yanhuang Sect. At that time, the Yanhuang Sect was still one of the Nine Great Divine Sects, and its power was very strong. Even during that turbulent time that swept across Middle-earth, it was one of the most powerful Divine Sects. Except for the Blood Hell Palace and the Ghost Mountain, none of the other Divine Sects were opponents of the Yanhuang Sect.

In such a powerful Yanhuang Sect, Xiaoyaozi was also the most outstanding disciple. His talent and strength are also the most powerful in the Tianjiao era, almost invincible. Yanhuang Sect believed that as long as Xiao Yaozi grew up, Yanhuang Sect would be able to surpass the other eight Divine Sects and become the true overlord.

It's a pity that the descendants of Yan and Huang are already very powerful, and now they have descendants like Xiaoyaozi, which almost makes the other gods breathless. So later, the Blood Hell Palace, Ghost Mountain, Reincarnation Mountain, and the Four Great Gods of Jiulijue joined forces to launch a crazy attack on the Yanhuang faction.

Although the Yanhuang Sect is powerful and has the Hunhai Sea as Shenzong's ally, how to resist the attack of the Four Shenzong. In the end, that night, all the grandmasters of the Yanhuang Sect died, and an incomparably powerful force also collapsed.

Although the Yanhuang Sect fell, they also paid a heavy price.

"Blood Hell Palace, Ghost Mountain......" Xiao Wuyou muttered, he was calm on the surface, but there was anger in his eyes.

Although Xiao Yaozi did not elaborate, he could also imagine the tragic scene of that night. All his relatives died overnight in front of him. Such a deep hatred, as long as there is a little bit of humanity, you can't stand it. Xiao Yaozi is like his second parent. His revenge is his own. Although Xiao Yaozi did not mention revenge, for Xiao Wuwu, it was not only the Blood Hell Palace that was not needed, but also the Ghost Mountain.

"Yanhuangzong is yesterday, and Xiaoyaomen is the future. I don't want you to be blinded by hatred like I am. Don't think about revenge until you have enough strength. "As long as you can live freely, I'm satisfied. Xiao Yaozi's illusory hand touched Xiao Wuwu's head and said.

He had wanted to kill everyone in the Blood Hell Palace and Phantom Mountain for countless nights, but when everything was powerless, when he only wanted to leave the Yanhuang Sect's orthodoxy, he suddenly felt that what had passed away would make him pass. Xiao Wuyou, like his own children, just wants to live a happy life, and that's enough.

"I understand" Xiao Wuyou lowered his head and accepted the education. Obviously, he would never let them go to blood.

Not only for their masters, but also for the sake of Red Lotus and Murong Xue, who were destined to die forever along with the Blood Hell Palace. Now they just need to add Ghost Mountain.

Xiao Yaozi shook her head and smiled bitterly. The disciples before him are like his own disciples. As long as he thinks of one thing, no one can dissuade him. If he had been gentle, he wouldn't have fallen into this situation. But if he did, he would call him Yoshiko.

"Good God, good God" Xiao Wuyou asked one more thing.

Master Haotian apparently knew Master and appeared in the Southern Wasteland. It seems that the time is not short. If Xiao Yaozi went to Haotian, maybe he wouldn't have fallen.

"Haotian? It's the new secret of the Yanhuang Sect and the Sea of Grass. I forgot my incomplete memories of my teacher. You just have to remember that if you are not the emperor of the Tao, you can no longer want to enter the Bodhi Cave of Nirvana. It's a big net. Ordinary ways cannot enter or go out. Xiao Yaozi said. Let's search for books

Xiao Wu was worried that he was shaking, maybe it wasn't that Xiao Yaozi didn't want to find Haotian, but that it was a cage that separated Xiao Yaozi from Haotian.

"Well, I don't have much time to be a teacher. The Yan clan recorded some secrets of the Yanhuang Sect. I understand it. If I meet the right person, I will teach him. I hope that one day, your brother's fame will spread to Kuta, which is the best reward for being a teacher. ”

Yaozi's will gradually blurred, it was not painful for him, it was more like a relief, he could finally go to spend time with his relatives and friends.

Tears burst out of his eyes, Xiao Wuyou knelt down heavily, this glorious half-life, miserable half-life old man finally left.

This is the dream of Xiao Wuyou, but it is very real. He knew that this was not a dream, but the last commission that Yaozi left him.

Xiao Wuyou retracted his mind and looked at the nearby green hills, which were once the birthplace of Xiao Yaozi. When he stepped into Middle-earth, he not only wanted to destroy the Blood Hell Palace and the Ghost Mountain, but also had an important goal, which was to restore the glory of the Yanhuang Sect.

It turned out that according to the original plan, Xiao Wuyou wanted to join the Four Emperors Palace and help Yanhuangzong regain glory when he became a Taoist emperor. Because a prodigy like Yaozi is not their opponent. At that time, he was just a Taoist saint, how could they promote the rule of the Blood Hell Palace.

But later, he slowly understood that this was a sign of cowardice. If he really chooses that path, even if he does become the emperor of the Tao, he will never be able to overthrow the abode of God. The fear in his heart would turn into an invisible shackle that would make him weaker and more ordinary.

A detour to retreat did not fulfill his wishes. He must have been strong again. He should start from this green mountain, establish Xiaoyaomen, and let Yanhuangzong become the Taoist of Xiaoyaozi, and rise from then on.

It was a difficult path to follow, but it was a source of his carefree heart. Only by staying true to his heart is he the only one who can change everyone in the Southern Wastelands. Only by maintaining the determination to kill the gods and eliminate the Buddhas can it be possible to scare Middle-earth.

Participating in the recruitment and selection of the mountain gate, Xiao Wuyou was only out of respect for the master, because the force on the mountain gate is also called Yanhuang Sect.

Xiao Wuyou knew very well that the descendants of Yan and Huang at this time had nothing to do with the descendants of Yan and Huang at that time, because of the descendants of Yan and Huang.

"Gu Guxiao, why is your face so ugly, isn't this a waste of those four wildernesses?" a mocking voice sounded.

The person who came step by step had a pale face, no blood, a pair of pupils born dark green, and teeth as sharp as animals, which made people feel cold and terrible.

Seeing the visitor, Gu Guxiao's face became even more gloomy. He said coldly, "Yin Feng, what are you doing? You are not welcome here. Go away!"

The sound was wave after wave, wave after wave, but the man named Yin Feng stretched out his hand and pulled out his ear. He doesn't care about invisible sound waves. He sneered and said, "Gu Guxiao, you are still so naïve. You are still the same you you were five thousand years ago, but I am not the same you you were five thousand years ago. Is that your attitude towards my purple?"

Yin Feng's sleeved robe danced, revealing purple and gold ornaments. These ornaments are not only ornaments, but also contain the fluctuations of the divine power of silk, isolating the sound waves of ghostly laughter. This is not only a robe, but also a sacred instrument.

Seeing the robe flying, Gu Guxiao was furious. Once upon a time, the purple robe was still on him. But as time passed, not only did he lose this purple-robed artifact, but his new owner ran into his own face and boasted. If it was 10,000 years ago, Yin Feng wouldn't even be qualified to lift shoes.