"In ancient times, that is, 10,000 years ago, the Kyushu continent was not called this name, and there were no countries founded by humans that are as numerous as the stars today.

At that time, heaven and earth were peaceful, and all things coexisted. Elves sing and dance in mid-air, goblins frolic in the jungle, and legendary fairies can be seen everywhere, responsible for the rules and order of each place.

At that time, the fairy world was like today's human world, and there were levels according to factors such as origin and mana. For example, the race that has existed since the beginning of Hongmeng, even if they are also immortals, they are respected and worshiped by everyone.

This is the case with the noble Golden Crow clan. They were transcendent and scarce in number, and in antiquity they were regarded by almost all beings as leaders.

Regarded as a symbol of light and hope, this group lived in the center of the continent. Their abode was called Guangming Peak, which is now Moshan Mountain.

It is said that the Moshan Mountain was not so dark and not slippery, and there was not even a single grass above the halfway up the mountain. At that time, the golden light emitted by it could be seen from thousands of miles away, and there was no night around Guangming Peak for dozens of miles. There are also countless fairy trees and beautiful fruits on the mountain, and the whole mountain is full of fairy energy!

Every morning, the Jinwu clan that lives in Shangshang will transform into their original form, and dozens of small suns will spread their wings and fly into the sky, wielding golden divine power to the world and nourishing all things.

The divine power raises the world, and all living beings kneel and worship・・・・・ tsk・・・・・ that scene is really magnificent!

Legend has it that the Jinwu clan is kind by nature, and everything in the world is loved and cared for by them no matter what race they are. The prosperity of the times at that time was also because of this reason! All living beings, all living beings, all surrender to the Golden Crow clan, and sincerely appreciate their gifts! ”

Speaking of this, the white-haired old man actually had a look of recollection on his face, and it wasn't until Jiusi on the side coughed lightly that he came back to his senses and continued-

"The Jinwu clan treats all things well, and all things naturally repay the grace of nurturing. In ancient times, the Kyushu continent was really a rare paradise!

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and at the end of ancient times, there was turmoil and chaos in the continent, and the demons in the heart appeared in the world of cholera. This inner demon came from nowhere, but it was a body of mana that no one could stop, and he loved to suck the souls of all spirits to strengthen himself, and countless living beings dissipated from this world.

The Jinwu clan has lived in seclusion in Guangming Peak for many years, and they don't ask about the world. But this inner demon made a mess of the world, and for a while, the heavens and the earth became smoky and miasma due to the increase of resentful spirits. The Jinwu clan finally learned of this and sent their clansmen down the mountain to investigate.

However, the ability of the inner demon exceeded everyone's expectations, and the people sent by the Golden Crow clan were finally lost under his hands.

Realizing the problem, the Jinwu clan finally joined the war, and the demon had been wandering around the Kyushu continent for a long time, and he also had a group of subordinates, and the two sides really fought against each other, and there was no difference between victory and defeat!

Since then, the Great War of the Ancients has begun, and the Kyushu continent has been plunged into darkness for hundreds of years・・・・・・

Alas......"

The white-haired old man bowed his head and sighed, and the voice of vicissitudes of life stopped for a moment, and he seemed to be sad because of the upcoming story, and his whole body leaned back against the old willow tree with a black trunk as if he was weak, and only after taking a puff of dry smoke did he speak slowly again-

"In the end of the battle, almost all the people on both sides died, and although the golden crow clan had boundless mana, the number was really scarce. And the inner demon, seeing that the Jinwu clan was powerless to follow, was extremely rampant, and actually sent his subordinates to the mainland to kill all directions, and for a while, both elves and goblins were almost extinct, and only the souls of grievances were floating around.

Seeing this tragedy, the most holy saint of the Jinwu clan finally collapsed, she was the most kind-hearted person in the world, she loved all things in this world, how could she watch the demon in her heart do evil in front of her?

The Last Battle・・・・・・・・

The saint turned into her original form to suppress the demons in her heart, and it was the most beautiful golden crow that sent divine power to all souls every morning...... But under the entanglement with the demons, the golden wings were dyed black!

The saint screamed in grief, and finally destroyed her body, condensed all the remaining divine power, and her soul turned into a golden cage and merged with heaven and earth, and finally trapped the seriously injured heart demon.

The demons were subdued, but the saint disappeared. The remaining members of the Jinwu clan were no more than five fingers, but after they discussed, they were willing to sacrifice their lives in exchange for the vitality of the Holy Maiden.

It's a pity that the saint's ** has been destroyed, and they have tried their best, but they can only exchange her soul, and the golden cage is rewoven by their souls.

Although the combined efforts of several of them were not as good as the Holy Maiden, it was enough to trap the demon who only had one breath left. ”

The white-haired old man took a breath, took another puff of cigarette, and continued-

"What happened later, there are all kinds of speculations about the remnants of the war, some say that the saint was still lost in the end, and some say that the saint was saved by the big man・・・・・・ what happened to it, Xiao Lao'er didn't dare to speculate.

It's just that this ink mountain has become like this since the ancient war, and it is bare halfway up the mountain, and nothing can live.

If you want to say why it is still famous today, it is another legend to mention. It has only been a few thousand years since humans established a country on the Kyushu continent, but the breeding of offspring is rapid, and in a few years, the footprints of human beings have almost spread to all corners of the continent. Because of this, there are fewer and fewer places where ghosts and spirits can stand, and even now, the entire continent is almost extinct.

But one day, people found that there is a black mountain peak in this small place in Mexico, this mountain peak is very ordinary, but it will bloom every three hundred years or so, which is amazing!

As a result, people began to speculate in various ways, and there is a saying that this mountain is actually a sacred mountain, and there is a great creation on it, and whoever can get this creation will be able to win the world.

There have been no spirits in the world for many years, so the slightest vision will lead to speculation for a long time. This is rare and strange. ”

The story told later was obviously a lot easier, and the white-haired old man began to express his opinion. From time to time, he shook his head and sighed.

Nuan Yang kept staring at him, and the doubts in his heart became heavier and heavier - what this old man said was indeed very convincing, and it was precisely because of this that it was even more confusing, it was so strange, how could he seem to have experienced it himself?

The small Moshan is actually the residence of the legendary Jinwu clan? And what the hell is that demon? What about him?

"You just said that the demon was trapped by the golden chains・・・・・・ "I couldn't figure it out, Nuan Yang simply asked, "So, what happened to the demon after that?" ”

The white-haired old man stiffened when he heard this, and instead of looking at the warm sun, he leaned against the old willow tree and closed his eyes, and replied after a long time: "Legend has it that the demon was suppressed in the ink mountain. ”

Nuan Yang wanted to continue asking, but for some reason, the old man stopped talking.

Jiusi sighed silently, secretly sighing that Nuan Yang was still as unenlightened as in previous lives, but he couldn't explain anything to her, so he could only pull her away.

After the two left, the white-haired old man suddenly had convulsions all over his body, and then spat out a mouthful of dirty blood. He leaned on the old willow tree's body and gradually became illusory, and he was slowly merging with the old willow tree!

In the silence, I heard the voice of vicissitudes of life slowly sounding again, and the tone seemed to be a little satisfied-

"Lord Nuanyang, the villain is here to protect the ninth generation, and now he has retired, if you recover your memory, do you still remember the old willow tree that you once lit at the bottom of the mountain?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bucket-thick bolt of lightning slashed into the body of the tree from above the Nine Heavens, and the trunk of the old willow tree looked even darker.