The Heavenly Demon Sect Master is definitely a famous big man who has left endless glory on the purple MSI, which almost everyone knows. Many years ago, he founded the Monty cult with one hand. This is better than Wei Zijiao. It can't compete.

"How could it be him!"

Chen Fan's eyes widened, and his face looked incredulous in the dilapidated hut.

Mark Zhang's grandfather was the elder of the Heavenly Demon Family. He is told that Monty's patriarch somehow disappeared decades ago, which leads to the destruction of the Monty family due to an internal power struggle. He really didn't expect that the person in the maintenance dealer's mouth turned out to be the Heavenly Demon Sect Master.

Bingxin nodded. She didn't know much about Monty's patriarch. After all, decades have passed, and many facts have been obscured by the dust of history. And the reason why she was here was that she knew that the Heavenly Demon Sect Master and the previous generation of Ice Palace Masters were completely her teachers, and so were the Ice Palace Elders.

"The Lord of the Ice Palace of the previous generation, she... It's my sister......"

Bingxin's face was calm.

Not long ago, some people found some footprints of Patriarch Monty after his disappearance through some clues. In the midst of the purple hustle, many people attended the tournament and wanted to get what he had with him that year, as it was said to be the most precious treasure of the Monty patriarch.

"That's not Patriarch Monty's thing. It was originally the owner of the previous generation of ice palaces. It's been handed down by the owner!"

Bing Xin did not mention Sect Master Monty or the Lord of the Ice Palace of the previous generation. She came here for the simple purpose of finding that thing and bringing it back to her owner. She wants the old man to be happier.

In the past few days, the elders of the Ice Palace often looked like they were in a trance, and they had been in a trance for a long time.

Some of Wei Zi's followers wanted something she had passed down to the previous generation of Ice Palace Lords. For some reason, it ended up in the hands of the Lord of Heavenly Demons. The previous Lord of the Ice Palace has been dead for a long time. Now, I suddenly heard the news about it, and it was not without sadness.

Under Bingxin's repeated questioning, the old man finally revealed the truth and told Bingxin some of the past events. In other words, the next day, Bing Xin silently left the Ice Palace and came here. Now that she knows that this matter has something to do with the master, she wants to bring it back.

"That's ...... so"

Chen Fan nodded, he didn't expect there to be so many secrets among them.

Xiaoyu Village is already a little lively, there are already a lot of repairmen here, they are asking about the Heavenly Demon Sect Master, and I don't know how long it has been, the oldest elder has spoken, saying that there is a family at the foot of the mountain in the distance, and the owner seems to be surnamed Han.

"Let's go, let's go!"

There were a lot of people around here, and when they heard this, their eyes suddenly lit up, they didn't stop in this small village, they all walked towards the foot of the mountain in the distance, just like the Heavenly Demon Sect Master's surname was Han, and he lived alone in the distance, there must be something in it, and the traces they knew were very consistent.

These villagers usually have no contact with their families at the foot of the mountain, but they are all a little surprised at the moment. Human nature is always curious, and soon there are people who follow these practitioners forward. They wanted to see what was going on.

"Let's go, let's go too. ”

In the dilapidated grass hut, Bingxin opened her mouth. Although they are not in a small village, God's knowledge is strong enough that every action outside is difficult to avoid the perception of two people. They left here and headed for the foot of a nearby mountain.

Kotama Village is quiet. Not far away, at the foot of the mountain, there is indeed a family living here. The house is very dilapidated and looks like it is going to collapse at any moment. At this moment, there is a person standing in front of the house. Although he has reached middle age, he has many wrinkles on his face. Obviously, life is not satisfying.

"I know why you're here, but there's nothing you want, just a note......"

The middle-aged man was very calm, and behind him stood a little girl of five or six years old, her face flushed. She was dressed simply. Seeing so many strange faces, she was a little scared and hid behind the middle-aged man, revealing only a small head.

Apparently, the middle-aged man already knew what was going on in this small village and why these people came. He took something out of the room, it was a yellowed book, and handed it to the public, on which many things were recorded.

"That's right, it's the same person. The handwriting is very similar!"

The repairman spoke. He had the good fortune to see some of the letters of the Monty patriarch and recognized the handwriting on them. It was very similar to what he had seen at the beginning, almost exactly the same, probably written by the same person.

Many people gathered to watch. This notebook contains a lot of things, but almost all of them are memories of a woman. He didn't specify the woman's origin, or even her name, but it gave the impression that the words were filled with deep emotion.

However, these are clearly not of interest to everyone. The only thing that really worried them was the last sentence: Shen Ya Shanjian, at the bottom of Qingfeng Lake, met with a high-ranking person, who helped suppress magic of all ages, and hoped that Pingfan, would meet again.

"This, the dignified Heavenly Demon Sect Master, almost turned into magic?!"

"If there is a problem with the magic, it is not the people who control the magic, but the magic that controls the people!"

Many practitioners are surprised that they may have understood what is written in this withered book.

In his later years, the Heavenly Demon Sect Master reversed his demonic skills, often lost his nature, lost himself, and became a ruthless Demon Venerable, annihilating the worldly desires in the world, and the human heart would only be stifled, and in the end it could no longer be suppressed.

Luckily, however, when he was about to become a demon, a Taoist priest seemed to help him suppress the magic and eventually take him away. He volunteered to be suppressed somewhere, hoping that one day he would remove his magic, be reborn, meet his lover, and be reunited with his relatives.

This withered book also has a clear record. His cherished things also have the effect of suppressing magic and being taken away by it. At the same time, he doesn't seem to want future generations to practice his bow and leave nothing behind. After settling everything, he was left alone to suppress himself with his master.

"How many years have passed, even if it is better than that person, it should be dead!"

"That's right, if you've sat down, you won't show up for years. ”

Many practitioners were talking one after another, and immediately some of them left to go to the place written in the dry book.

"Hey, Xuanbing Baoyu!"

Suddenly, a repairman screamed and stared at the little girl behind the middle-aged man, with a very transparent jade hanging around her neck, which occasionally emitted an extremely pure white luster, and looked very clean through the sunlight.

"It's really Xuanbing Jade. This, what a thing!"

Many people exclaimed, and even Murong Ling was surprised. Obviously, the sapphire hanging around the little girl's neck is not a common product. This kind of thing that ordinary people wear helps to prolong life, while repairmen have a more magical effect. It maximizes the ability to keep the repairer empty and helps to get to the bottom of the matter.

"Whoa......

Soon someone stretched out his hand, this is a powerful existence Dust Cloud Nine, Shenhua flashed the room, and directly took a sapphire from the little girl's neck. The middle-aged man came to beg and was knocked down with a slap. Although he is a descendant of the patriarch of Monty, he does not practice and is just an ordinary person.

"Father, are you alright?" the five or six-year-old girl was very anxious. Tears immediately flowed down one after the other. She looked at the man who had snatched the jade. She cried sympathetically, "My mother left it for me." Uncle, please don't rob. Please give it back to me. ”

"Isn't it just a piece of jade, with these gold coins, they will be enough for you to live a rich life!"

The man threw out a bag.

The middle-aged man's face looked a little ugly. He naturally knew what kind of people these people were, but he didn't back down, saying, "We don't need money." This is the only thing left by the child's mother. You're all fixers. You can't go too far. Please give it back to me. ”

"Without further ado, just one person. If you don't want to die, shut up!"

The man looked cold.

Many people came to Xiaoyu Village, looked at this scene, and shook their heads. These people are powerful healers and are on top of it. Middle-aged people are just ordinary people. What can he do?

Suddenly, coldly, Bing Xin walked out from the side and stared at the person holding the jade pendant. She couldn't control the Heavenly Demon Sect Master, it didn't matter, but the father and daughter were also descendants of the previous lords of the Ice Palace, so she naturally couldn't see them bullying them like this.

She was chilled all over her body and her face was cold. She wanted to do something.

"I will. Chen Fan stopped her, somehow he was also a man. Now that he's already here with her, how could Bingxin make a move?He took a step forward, looked at the man with the sapphire, and said calmly, "Put the things in the back and get out." ”

Almost all the villagers of Xiaoyu Village came. Many people still know Chen Fan. Seeing him walk out at this moment and hear his words with their own ears, they opened their mouths one by one.

"Oh my God, what's going on with this little sloppy?!"

"I'm tired of talking to the gods like this with him, even though he dares to defend himself!"

"Dead, this little beggar is dead!"

Many people in the village shook their heads, looking amused. In their eyes, Chen Fan dared to speak to the gods who were high above. There is absolutely no life and death. No one can save him. He's dead!