"If you do that, they'll all die." Yuan Qingzhi repeated it again.

"They're damned!" Like a beast that had been poked with the deepest scar, Wang Jiulan suddenly got up like crazy, and roared desperately, and what came out of his throat was a broken sound like a trapped beast.

"They all deserve to die! What do you know...... What do you know, my brother is only eight years old, and my father and mother don't want their lives to protect him! I only have him, my brother, my own brother...... He was ...... Eaten?! Eaten! Hahahahaha......ha They ate a whole hour from my departure! It's been an hour! Scarlet's eyes were bloodshot and bruised, and the life-threatening roar grew weaker.

"My house is on the most central street, and the gate is open...... There are so many neighbors, and none of them told me! No one told me that my brother ...... ...... by this group The beast was at the door of his house, and he cooked and ate it...... He's only eight years old...... Jiubai is only eight years old...... When my father and mother were alive...... Being kind to others has always been about helping others, hahaha, hahahaha...... But what about them! They watched my brother being eaten in their own home. Damn it, really damn it! And they will all go down...... Funeral for my brother! Give, he, and bury! As he spoke, Wang Jiulan, who had lost his strength, knelt on the ground weakly, and then began to gasp for breath.

He shook his hands and lifted his shirt, and his white chest was already covered with red rashes. Some began to fester, and a large number of abscesses were flowing yellow water, like uncontrollable sins, wantonly flowing on the pitted chest of the young man.

His face was no longer bloodless, but he struggled to get up and clenched the knife. With all his strength, he cut his arm deep open from top to bottom, allowing bright red blood to gush out.

He knelt by the river and let his blood melt into the water, and the bright red blood splashed far away, and the cracked mouth gushed blood like anger, trying to drain his life.

His eyes blurred, and at the last moment, he was finally able to throw the broken knife away, like a nightmare. At this time, he reached out and slowly groped in his arms, and finally took out a red belly pocket that was sticky with blood stains and had turned brown.

The dirty belly pocket couldn't even see its original color, but it was held tightly by Wang Jiulan on his chest, precious and extremely pitying. The bleeding hand was placed in the water, letting the blood continue to stain the river, but the clean hand clenched the belly pocket in front of the chest.

There was a roar in his ears, and his mouth was full of blood foam that he had just screamed hard, and gradually he couldn't see anything, and his eyes became pitch black, and the rapid passage of his strength signaled death.

It turns out that death is not terrible at all, it is much easier than living. After a long time, there seemed to be a sigh in his ears, and Wang Jiulan felt that he was being held in his arms.

The arms were cold, without a trace of popularity, but he felt warm all over his body, and a strange power began to take root and sprout from his heart, growing wildly......

Ah Cheng watched as the ulcer on the young man's hand healed quickly, the red rash quickly disappeared, and the deep wound automatically recovered as before. A strong demonic aura erupted from his body. The powerful power of the demon swept in, and the entire river trembled, and even the insects around did not dare to scream, and the oppressive air flow swirled low for a long time before stopping.

"Childe, let's go." Cheng reminded him that he had to leave.

Yuan Qingzhi nodded, hugged Wang Jiulan and got into the carriage, which was driven by Ah Cheng and quickly disappeared into the air.

The fluctuations in the air have not stopped, and a bearded uncle with a sword on his back has appeared by the river.

He frowned at the corpses in that place, and there was still a demonic aura by the river that had not had time to disperse. Jiang Zhige sighed and took another sip of wine, but he was still a step too late, and the third devil had already been taken away.

Huayang Sect, in the back room of the gorgeous hall.

Yan Yu's angry and collapsed roar made a woman in colorful clothes retreat again and again, her face pale and terrified.

She is beautiful and moving, and she wants to cry now, and she has a sympathetic appearance. But the whole room looked at her like they were looking at something disgusting, and they avoided her eyes asking for help.

"It's you! You femme fatale, you give back my holy son! Yan Yu, who was dumbfounded, remembered it, but first a mouthful of blood spurted out, spraying the woman's face. The woman was so frightened that she didn't dare to move.

Yan Yu's mouth of blood spit out, and his body immediately began to collapse, and his body, which had been supported for many days, finally broke down. But he felt a hand behind his back, and a huge amount of spiritual power came from him, and the heart-rending pain was teleported to ease.

He turned his head, and in his scarlet and tired eyes, he reflected his handsome and young face, which was as cold as snow.

In fact, Yan Yu's body has long been out of order, like a bottomless pit, what goes in and out, that is, he Xiao Yihan, dares to convey spiritual power like this. The vast spirit forcibly surpassed the speed of leakage, and began to fill his limbs and hundreds of bones to give him life, which made Yan Yu feel some strength.

Sensing that there was a little strength in the cracks of the bones, he waved his hand violently to interrupt the treatment, Yan Yu struggled away unappreciatively, and stared back at Xiao Yihan: "You just came to see my jokes, right?" You, you all look at my Yan Yu's jokes, aren't they! Yes? ”

He was as hideous as a desperate beast, and then laughed wildly, and slapped his palm on his chest while people were unprepared, and his spiritual power was shattered!

The cultivation of the Tianzun period came to naught in an instant! A force of substance spread out in the air like water waves, surging towards the driftwood. Except for Xiao Yihan, everyone else felt a strong suppression, and some people couldn't stand the bloodshot on the side of their mouths, and their internal organs were displaced.

But fortunately, it was only a short moment, and the aftermath of Tianzun's cultivation was not lethal, but it was still amazing.

With one palm, he exhausted his cultivation, and Yan Yu, whose chest was sunken, finally calmed down. He looked at the woman in colorful clothes indifferently, and smiled coldly, and his bloodless lips began to bleed.

If you want his cultivation, don't even think about it!

The woman in colorful clothes wanted to be angry, she had been planning for so long, and when she saw that the things that were about to arrive were easily gone, her whole body was trembling.

suddenly saw the person behind Yan Yu, who was looking at him indifferently. There was obviously no anger in her indifferent eyes, but she couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart, and her heart hurt with anger, but she didn't dare to express it.

She hurriedly pushed the crowd away and ran out of the room.

At this time, a soft, weak, and stunning girl broke in, but was startled by the blood stains in the house and hid behind everyone.

"Xin'er, you, come here, come to me, yes." Yan Yu saw his daughter approaching timidly, caressed her cheek lovingly, and said, "Xin'er, can you show your father your wings again, your father likes your wings the most, you can open them for your father again, okay?"

Yan Xin looked at his father's encouraging and loving eyes, smiled and spread his half-meter-long black wings, and the solid black feathers shone in the sun, which was extremely gorgeous.

Outside the main hall, the woman in colorful clothes ran a little far, but she heard a terrible cry of pain, it was ...... Heart?!

In the room, Yan Yu kindly put his hand on Xin'er's wings as if to caress it, but suddenly his face changed, and he tore off his daughter's wings alive!

In an instant, blood poured out, and the tendon-related wings left the body, and the blood splattered red.

The daughter screamed in great pain and wanted to get away. But Yan Yu didn't allow her to retreat, so he pressed her shoulder hard, and tore off and pulled the other half of her wings...... The wings were attached to the bones on the back, and the wings were torn off, and the entire back was blurred with flesh and blood. The shoulder bone turned out, which was very miserable.

Yan Xin just screamed twice, and then rolled his eyes and died of pain directly, the torn off wings were still twitching slightly on the ground, and everyone shrank back.

Yan Yu stood up straight and gasped, and looked around: "Where is the mountain?"

Wan Qishan hurriedly stood up, his hand was still a little shaky, but he couldn't hold it steady, "Sect Master, the disciple is here!" ”

"Rise from the mountain! Immediately send disciples to clean up all the Yu clans in my Huayang Sect, and kill them when they see them! From now on, the Huayang Sect will not see any people from the demon clan! After Yan Yu straightened up, the prestige of the sect master still made everyone unconsciously obey orders.

"Except for Xin'er, the other Yu clans don't leave a living mouth!" Yan Yu's face was solemn, and in the return to the light at the end of his life, his last trace of tenderness was given to Yan Xin, and the other demons refused to stay.

"Yes! Disciple obeys! Wan Qishan went out with the order, and led a group of senior brothers and sisters to start cleaning up the monsters. They all drew their swords in the cold light and walked towards the unknown with murderous expressions.

Up and down the Huayang Sect, there were wails from time to time.

In the shadow of the sword and sword, on an attic covered with glazed tiles, a bewitching-looking man couldn't believe that Wan Qishan broke into his attic with a group of disciples.

Before he could get angry, Wan Qishan entered the door with a sword, and directly split a concubine he brought from the clan, which was his favorite one.

But he didn't dare to say a word for her, and he wanted to run away in a trembling state.

The murderous face of Wan Qi Mountain made the man who was forced into the corner cry out in horror, "Wan Qi Mountain! Don't you dare! My cousin is about to become your sect master...... If you dare to touch a single hair of me, my aunt will not let you go! ”

"Is that her?" A male disciple behind Wan Qishan ruthlessly threw out a package.

The package rolled in front of the man, and a corner was scattered, revealing a bloody and sticky head, and he could still see it clearly, it was his aunt's face! Looking at my aunt's head in disbelief, it was thrown at his feet. The man's feet went limp, and he fell to the ground.

"You've been in power for too long, it's time to pay it back." After Wan Qishan finished speaking expressionlessly, the junior brother behind him picked up his sword and walked towards the demonic man.

A sword seals his throat, he only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, and he didn't even catch a single move from his junior brother.

When Yan Xin woke up, a long time had passed. My mother died, my father's retreat in the cave house, the clansmen died, and she was the only one who was still alive, falling from the clouds to the dust, from the noble to the lowly, lingering.

In one day, the world was turned upside down.

Taixuanzong, Mu Xuan and Xiao Yihan sat opposite each other on the top of Taisheng Mountain.

"I only know that Yan Yu has a demon lover, but I don't know that my son actually died in the hands of that despicable demon." Mu Xuan smiled sadly, her eyes flashed with tears, her Ah Sheng......

Fifty years ago, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect held the Ten Thousand Swords Conference once every ten years, attracting sword cultivators from the immortal realm.

Among them is Yan Zisheng. At that time, Yan Zisheng was only sixteen years old, and he had already cast an immortal body, and he had the cultivation of the Heavenly Immortal Period, and he was also one of the best geniuses in the Central Plains at that time.

What's more, he is the son of Mu Xuan and Yan Yu, and his status is transcendent, and everyone wants to give him three points, but one person refuses to let him ......

Yan Zisheng passed all the way in the Ten Thousand Swords Conference, and just when he was about to win the last game to get the leader, an accident appeared, and no one could predict the tragedy, just like that.

At that time, Baiyue Immortal Venerable was the head of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and his apprentice was the most favored third princess in the world - Jiang Keqing, who was extremely talented, lively and cheerful, and was still the only closed disciple of Bai Yue, who emerged at the Ten Thousand Swords Conference, and finally entered the finals with Yan Zisheng.

The White Moon of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect has an extremely high reputation. And when the Taixu Sect was in danger, he secretly helped Xiao Yihan, and later promoted Xiao Yihan to become the supreme of the immortal world, and he was one of the few people who could speak by Xiao Yihan's side.

And he himself has always been low-key and introverted, amiable to others, righteous, and powerful, enjoying an excellent reputation in the fairy world.

Everyone is optimistic about Yan Zisheng, but there are also many people who support Baiyue Immortal Venerable's only female apprentice, Jiang Keqing.

The rewards of the Ten Thousand Swords Conference are extremely rich, and if you win the first place, you can take the sword in the sword forest of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, at that time, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was famous for its swords, and there were several generations of hard work on the Ten Thousand Swords Peak.

The sword becomes a forest, so it becomes a sword forest.

Whoever can stand out in the Ten Thousand Swords Conference can take a sword in the sword forest, and take as much as he can! That's why the Ten Thousand Swords Conference is so famous, and it has been in full swing for a hundred years.

Although it is said that you can take as many as you want, everyone knows that all good swords will choose their own people, and one person can't take out a few good swords at all.