Ling Junwu was introduced into the cave of the Ancient Demon Cultivator by a group of cultivators, and the prohibition was touched, and the Purple Darkness Fire instantly ignited.

"The Purple Nether Fire can burn all the three souls and seven spirits, this demon has no chance of survival, you leave quickly, otherwise you will be affected by this Purple Netherworld Fire and lose your life in vain."

In an instant, there was no longer a single cultivator in this ancient cave mansion.

There was a person standing in the dark purple ghostly fire, distorting and blurring the person's figure, so the pain of destroying the soul did not make the person shake in the slightest, the flesh and blood were burned and melted, and the powerful demonic energy overflowed from the person's body, blending with the purple hell fire.

The empty eyes suddenly showed a hint of brilliance, and his consciousness gradually returned to Ling Junwu's body, and the pain of annihilation instantly hit his whole body, and he fell into the fire.

The memories of nearly a thousand years as a killing puppet poured into his mind, Ling Junwu's silent cry of pain, his own demonic qi and purple hell fire entangled his whole body, and his flesh and soul were burned, but at this moment, the flesh and blood no longer melted, and the soul was no longer lost.

When he was nine years old, his biological father found out that his biological mother was a spy sent by hostile forces, and his purpose was to steal the Ling family's mental method.

Ling's father was furious, and originally wanted to kill Ling Junwu under his palm, but was later stopped by the elders of the clan, and used the Ling family's secret method to verify Ling Junwu's bloodline, and after confirming that this son was indeed a descendant of the Ling family, he left Ling Junwu alive.

It's just that Father Ling no longer has a good impression of Ling Junwu, and he is left to fend for himself.

Ling Junwu has changed from the treasure in the palm of his parents to an abandoned son who can be bullied by everyone, and he is arrogant and willful on weekdays, and the center of bullying has changed greatly in just a few days.

When he was bullied, he couldn't bear it, and he endured the revenge of his brothers and sisters who had been bullied by him in the past, and when his fists and feet fell on his body, he no longer fought-for-tat.

Ling Junwu became a cowardly and cowardly person, and the coquettishness, willfulness, arrogance and rudeness in his body all disappeared.

One day, Ling Junwu disappeared into the Ling family, and no one paid attention to this Ling family's abandoned son anymore.

Ling Junwu worshiped under the Great Sect of Cultivating Immortals, and with his extraordinary qualifications and crazy cultivation, his cultivation rose rapidly, occupying the name of a genius cultivator of the same level.

A thousand years later, Broken Dan became an infant and stepped into the ranks of Yuanying monks, ranking as an elder of the Xianmen, with a noble status and being admired.

There are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and when he was in the middle of the advanced Yuan Infant, he went mad, and his whole body cultivation was abolished, and he was knocked to the mortal dust in one day.

Dragging his broken body to survive in the world, three years later, Ling Junwu took the demon cultivation technique he obtained from the ancient cultivator's cave and began to cultivate again.

This exercise is called the Reverse Immortal Formula, which is overbearing and abnormal, and the cultivation speed is extremely fast, but the faster the cultivation, the greater the hidden danger, and the ancient monks who practiced this exercise all died of madness in the end.

In the process of cultivation, his temperament gradually became irritable, his bloodthirsty nature became deeper and deeper, and his reason gradually lost, and finally he became a puppet who only knew how to kill.

Ling Junwu is no exception, following in the footsteps of those ancient monks, he has re-cultivated to the Yuan Infant Stage in a thousand years, and his cultivation is higher than before, but he has also completely lost his sanity, and he has not stopped cultivating in the chaos of the next thousand years, and has entered the stage of transforming into a god, and has few opponents with supernatural powers.

Ling Jun Wu was concerned, his life was actually over like this, he wanted to shout loudly but couldn't make any sound, the fire burned his flesh and soul, with endless unwillingness to release all his cultivation, and the powerful power was entangled with the purple hell fire.

The cave of this unknown ancient monk was burned down, and the monks who came here to investigate later only saw a large empty area, and the purple and dark fire was really domineering, burning all of this place.

"The cultivation realm has got rid of this demon, and finally it is calm again!" A sigh echoed for a long time, but how could there be a peaceful day in the cultivation realm?

Snow is falling, and the world is shrouded in ice and snow.

Outside an ordinary tribe, a wide river was covered with thick ice, and a layer of snow fell on the ice, which looked wide and flat at a glance, like a broad road to a better world.

There was silence, and there was an unusual aura lingering on the calm ice.

"Boom!" After a loud bang, a large hole was broken in the middle of the ice, and the river gurgled out, and after a moment the water calmed down with ripples. From a distance, it looks like a black hole has suddenly appeared in this world, like the mouth of a demon waiting to devour its prey.

A pale hand suddenly stretched out from beneath the water, clung to the edge of the ice, and then a handsome face emerged from beneath the water, with a demonic deadly attraction.

Holding the ice edge with both hands to expose the water, a black hair clinging to his cheeks and neck, most of his body from his chest down was still soaked in the cold and biting water, and a pair of eyes looked around with some confusion.

The snowflakes drifted into his eyes, cold and cold, slowly crawled out of the water, sat on the ice, and stared at the snowflakes in the sky sluggishly: "This is ...... Where? ”

The sound of children's laughter and scolding can be heard from the delicate courtyard.

"Ling Junwu, aren't you very powerful? Hahaha! ”

"Let you bully me before, see if Daddy will call the shots for you!"

"Little liar, your mother is a big liar, you are a little liar!"

On the ground was a boy of eight or nine, holding his head tightly in his hands, allowing his fists and kicks to fall on him.

Feeling the pain on his body, Ling Junwu's eyes were red with hatred lying on the ground, one day he would have to double these back! Woo...... It really hurts, although I have bullied these brothers and sisters in the past, but I have robbed them of a little something, and I have never done anything to them.

With tears in his eyes, he held on to prevent them from falling out, and he must not let these bastards who fell into the well see it, otherwise he would definitely laugh at him.

"Let's go! It's not good to be seen by others......"

"What's this, Ling Junwu, this little bastard, usually relies on his father to like him and fake tigers, and now his father finally sees his true face!" A somewhat older child looked indignant.

Several people looked at each other, looked around, and dispersed.

"Hey! Why are you all gone! The big boy kicked Ling Junwu again in anger, glanced around, and ran away.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, Ling Junwu sat up from the ground, his hair and face were still stained with some snow, and he sat alone on the ground, his eyes were full of tears, and the beads the size of beans fell one after another.

Seeing that there was no one around, Ling Junwu cried out, choking and breathless.

A large and stout tree stood outside the walls of the tribe, and it was very quiet when few people in the tribe came out on snowy days.

On the branch sat a handsome man, his long black hair tied with a hairband, and his snow-white clothes almost blended in with the surroundings, and in front of the man hung a quaint mirror, in which several children punched and kicked a boy who was lying on the ground in the center of their circle.

A slender hand as white jade touched the mirror, and gently touched the beaten child between his fingers: "Ling Junwu, from today onwards, my name will come back to life!" We'll see you soon. ”

The boy in the mirror suddenly cried, and stopped on the hand on the mirror to leave: "Why don't I remember when I cried?" Could it be that it is too long ago to be forgotten? That's it! ”

After receiving the "Love Mirror", Ling Huisheng's figure disappeared from the tree. There was still peace among the tribe, except for the occasional conversation about the cultivator who had the appearance of an immortal.

"Why haven't you seen the Immortal Master in the past two days?"

"Probably the immortal master has already left!"

Ling Huisheng stood in the sky and looked down at the Ling family, the gorgeous buildings occupied a huge area, and it was the largest immortal cultivation family in this small city, but the person with the highest cultivation in this city was only in the Jindan period.

His gaze moved to a delicate small courtyard, which his father had not entered since his mother left, and now there was only Ling Junwu alone in this courtyard.

"Who dares to go wild in my Ling family!" A reprimand like a thunderbolt on a sunny day resounded in the sky.

Ling Huisheng flicked his sleeves and disappeared into the sky, instantly appearing in Ling Junwu's small courtyard.

The elder of the Ling family appeared in this exquisite small courtyard with the coercion of the monstrous Jindan period monk, and looked at the man standing in the middle of the courtyard with a veil: "I don't know what your friend is doing to break into my Ling family?" ”

"When I passed by here, I felt that there was a fate when I saw this child, and I liked it very much, but it was rude and disturbed your house, please forgive me." Ling Huisheng stretched out a knobby finger and pointed at Ling Junwu, who was sitting on the threshold with a dull face and was intimidated by the cultivators.

The elder looked at Ling Junwu's embarrassed appearance, and felt a little more disgusted with this descendant of the Ling family.

Ling Huisheng smiled faintly in his heart, the Ling family deserved to be the most important in terms of face, and they were so harsh on a child.

"I want to take this child as an apprentice, I don't know if this senior can be fulfilled?"

"This ......" The elder secretly glanced at Ling Huisheng's cultivation, but he was just a cultivator of the Great Perfection of the Qi Cultivation Period, and he had not even stepped into the foundation building period, and his qualifications must be average, so he couldn't make any big achievements, and this Ling Junwu shouldn't be able to do anything great with this person, "Although this kid is a little stubborn, after all, he is the descendant of my Ling family, how can he rest assured that he will be handed over to a stranger?" ”

Ling Huisheng sneered in his heart, and the corners of his lips covered by the veil were hooked, forming a mocking arc: "There is a thousand-year-old immortal grass that I got by chance here, it is better to honor my seniors, I really love this child, and I will definitely love him, although the seniors can rest assured." ”

The elder looked at the inky black spirit grass lying quietly in the jade box opened in Ling Huisheng's hand, and his breath suddenly stagnated.

This longevity grass can be used to increase the lifespan of cultivators, in terms of their current situation, it is probably hopeless to step into the Yuan infant stage, and in a few decades, the longevity will be exhausted, and if there is this thousand-year-old longevity grass, it can increase the lifespan for another hundred years. It's just a descendant of the Ling family who has been abandoned, and it can be regarded as making the best use of this thousand-year-old evergreen grass.

"It seems that Daoyou really likes this child, since Daoyou is so hearted, this child will be taught by Daoyou!" The elder unceremoniously took the jade box thrown by Ling Huisheng, turned his head and looked at Ling Junwu with a loving smile, "Child, this immortal will be your master in the future, and I won't come to give you a gift to your master!" ”

Ling Junwu hid most of his body behind the door, only showing his head to watch what was happening in the courtyard, but in a few quarters of an hour, he was actually sold?

What master, don't think that he is ignorant at a young age, the spiritual aperture of a person who cultivates the truth opens early, where can he be easily fooled like an ordinary child, and can he be deceived by just saying a few good words? Wish for the moon!

"I don't want to go with this man! Where's my daddy? I'm looking for my daddy! Wow......" Ling Junwu held the door with a pair of small hands, and tears flowed on his little face instantly, and his pitiful appearance was really distressing.

However, even if this elder is not hard-hearted, he will not be moved by this sight.

Ling Huisheng's clothes fluttered between his movements, like an immortal who had fallen from the nine heavens, and the little Ling Junwu who saw it was stunned by this infinite style.

A white handkerchief touched the skin, and the movements were very gentle to wipe on the face, Ling Junwu looked up at the strange man with a small face, forgetting to cry.

"Come with me!"