During his trip to Fangshan a few months ago, Su Hang had never had the opportunity to learn the Dao, but he realized that the Dao had changed his small body that had been suffering from illness for the past two years.

In the past few months, Su Hang has also followed Wu Zhenglong from time to time to fight and hone his muscles, and now he is quite strong, a few points taller than his peers in the town, and his physical strength is also very abundant.

But along the way, Su Hang ran quickly, and when he arrived at home, he had begun to pant slightly, and the sweat on his forehead was dripping, and Su He saw this picture in his eyes, and couldn't help but wipe the sweat for Su Hang and reproached: "Brother, why are you running so fast?"

Su Hang took out the two strings of sugar gourds that had just been wrapped from his clothes, handed the two strings of sugar gourds to Soho and said: "I got off work early today, and Steward Wang paid me wages in advance, so I found two strings of sugar gourds in Facai Alley, and wanted to bring them back to you as soon as possible to taste, but I didn't want to meet a storyteller on the road, saying a good book, so that I forgot the time, and when I came back to my senses, I thought that such a hot day would cover the sugar on the sugar gourd, so I quickly ran back." ”

Su took the sugar gourd, and the joy on his face overflowed with words, and he said happily: "Wow, it's a sugar gourd, thank you, brother." ”

Immediately afterwards, Su He glanced at the sweat that had just overflowed on Su Hang's head, wiped it again and said distressedly: "The saccharification of the sugar gourd has melted, what should I do if I run badly, next time I am not allowed to run so quickly, do you know?"

Su Hang smiled: "It's okay, my body is so good, I can't run badly." ”

Su Ho peeled off the oil paper on the outside of the sugar gourd in his hand, but his eyes glanced at Su Hang and said softly: "Even if your body is good, it won't work." ”

Su Hang nodded and responded: "Okay, then my brother will listen to Xiaohe, and next time I won't be in such a hurry." ”

Soho handed two strands of peeled sugar gourds to Su Hang and joked: "Since you are so well-behaved, brother, I will reward you with a bunch of sugar gourds." ”

Su Hang pretended to be grateful and said, "Thank you, Miss Xiaohe." ”

The two brothers and sisters laughed together, and there was a strong family affection between the smiles.

"Knock, knock, knock. ”

There was a knock on the door, and the brother and sister stopped laughing but couldn't hide their laughter, and both pairs of smiling eyes looked out of the door together.

The door of the hall was not hidden, and the two saw an old man standing outside the door, his hand still on the door and never lowered.

Su Hang stopped smiling when he saw this old man, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes, the old man outside the door was dressed in gray coarse linen clothes, and the big gourd on his waist was very conspicuous, it was the old storyteller who had let Su Hang listen to the book all afternoon.

Su Hang looked at the old man and said, "Isn't this the old man who tells the story?" Why did he come to my house? What could it be?

Su He looked at Su Hang, who was puzzled, and said: Brother, what's the matter, I don't speak when I see someone coming. reached out and gently pulled the corner of Su Hang's clothes to remind him.

Su Hang came back to his senses at this time, but saw that the old man had already spoken first: "Two little friends, little old man, I just passed by your door, and suddenly felt very thirsty, and I want to go into the house to ask for a bowl of water to drink, I don't know if it is convenient?"

Su Hang said: "Convenient, convenient, old gentleman, please." ”

The old man got Su Hang's consent, unceremoniously walked to the table in the hall and sat down, glanced at the dilapidated wooden house, and said casually: "Little brother, what do you think of Xiao Lao'er's book today?"

Su Hang handed the sugar gourd in his hand to Su Ho, carried the teapot and stood at the table to pour water for the old man, at this time, he turned his head to look at the old man in surprise and replied, "Does the old gentleman recognize me?"

Su Hang was surprised, the water in the bowl was full and he didn't notice it, Su He on the side secretly patted Su Hang with the back of his hand and said, "Brother, the water is full." ”

Su Hang hurriedly stopped, handed the poured water to the old man, and wondered why he felt a little uneasy when he saw the old man.

The old man took the bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and handed over the empty bowl to signal Su Hang to continue pouring water, and at the same time replied: "The temperament of the little brother is extraordinary, and the little old man remembered it at a glance on the stage today, and I didn't want to meet the little brother again." ”

Hearing this, Soho opened his eyes and asked, "Brother, do you know this old man?"

Su Hang scratched his head and replied: "It's considered an acquaintance, I met this old man talking on the way home, and I will forget the hour when I listen attentively." ”

Hearing this, Soho turned his head to the old man and asked, "Old man, you must have said a good story." ”

The old man drank three times in a row before he stopped and asked, "Xiaoyou has never heard the little old man tell a story, how can you know that the old man is good?"

Soho said: "If it is not said well, how can my brother forget the time!"

The old man didn't answer, but turned to Su Hang and asked, "Little brother, what do you think of this book?"

Su Hang replied seriously: "The book that the old gentleman said is the best I have ever heard, and even the storyteller invited back by Mr. Jin is not as good as the old gentleman." ”

The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Since the little brother likes the books that the little brother said so much, then the little old man will say a paragraph for the little brother, and the little brother is willing to listen to it?"

Su Hang's eyes nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Su Ho's eyes flashed on the side and said, "Xiao He is also willing to listen." ”

The old man smiled: "Since the two friends are willing to listen, then the little old man will be ugly." ”

Three hundred years ago, most of the Xiuzhen Mountain Gates in Zhongzhou at that time were invaded by the four demon gates, and the people in the demon gate were eager to kill, burn, kill, loot and do all kinds of evil in Zhongzhou, causing the entire Zhongzhou land to be shrouded in a layer of haze.

Both the cultivators and the common people had to wander around and live without a fixed place in order to escape the cruelty of the Demon Gate, so that the entire Zhongzhou land was prosperous and sparsely populated.

The entire Zhongzhou is in turmoil, the righteous path cultivators are crumbling, except for the five holy lands that can still protect themselves, the rest of the sects may be destroyed by the four major demon sects at any time.

On that desperate day, a man with a national face, high forehead and thick lips, eyebrows like knives, eyes like torches, and a righteous and high-spirited man like a god of war stood up, the man's surname was Fang Wuji, Fang Wuji was born in a family of cultivators, suffered a great change at the age of fifteen, achieved success in thirty years of cultivation, and founded the Xintianmeng at the age of forty-five.

A hundred years later, Fang Wuji led the Xintian Alliance, together with the Five Great Holy Lands, and the rest of the hundreds of Xiuzhen Sects, to completely drive the Four Great Demon Sects out of Zhongzhou, and the battle of the Four Great Demon Sects being driven out of Zhongzhou was called the Great War of the Righteous Demons by the world.

What Xiao Lao'er wants to talk about next is the most exciting scene in the battle between the righteous and the demon.

It is said that at that time, Fang Wuji led the righteous path people and the four demon gates to fight bloodily outside the polar city for seven days and seven nights, and by the time the seventh night was close to dawn, at this time, both the righteous path and the demon gate had already suffered countless casualties.

There were only two people left above the last blood-colored Polar City still facing each other in the air, one of those two was Fang Wuji, and the other was Yang Xuan, the head of the four major demon gates who occupied the Demon Palace.

That Yang Xuan stepped on the void, leaned over and looked at the thousands of miles of corpses below, feeling the endless sorrow and death aura around his body, as long as he could completely absorb Yang Annihilation's immortal demon skills, he could go to the next level.

Therefore, Yang Xuan had no intention of fighting but pretended to be generous and said: "Master Fang Alliance, there are countless casualties on both sides of you and me in this battle, and the master of this sect does not want to make more killings, so you and I might as well stop here." ”

Below the two of them, in addition to the thousands of miles of corpses, the surviving people on both sides of the righteous and demonic sides were sitting on the east and west with the polar city as the boundary.

Most of the people in the Demon Gate are selfish people, as soon as Yang Xuan's words came out, most of these people were happy, this battle had been fought for too long and too long, so long that they were afraid, if they could stop fighting and escape at this time, it would naturally be excellent.

The faces of the people in the righteous path were resolutely opposite, hearing that Yang Xuan wanted to stop fighting and leave at this time, looking at the friends of the same door who were lying on the side, their faces were full of anger, and they scolded Yang Xuan for being shameless.

Everyone on both sides of the righteous and demonic sides had different thoughts in their hearts, and thousands of pairs of eyes looked at Fang Wuji together, expecting his answer.

Fang Wuji's whole body was stained with blood, dripping down uncontrollably, like a bloody man standing in the void, holding the long sword transformed by the Xuanqi Heaven and Earth Order like a god of war, even if he was covered in blood, he could not hide the high-spirited battle intent and the murderous aura emanating from that long sword.

The Demon Gate masters who died under this long sword in this battle can't be counted in both hands, even if the four Demon Gate masters take turns to fight, at this moment, the remaining three are all seriously injured and have lost their combat strength, leaving only Yang Xuan, who is the highest in cultivation.

Fang Wuji swept the long sword across the demon gate below, and everyone finally pointed at Yang Xuan with his sword and sneered: "Today, as long as our Wuji is immortal, we will never allow one of the four major demon gates to leave this place alive." ”

Fang Wuji's momentum was like a rainbow, and the words hit the hearts of everyone in the Demon Gate like thunder, and everyone in the Demon Gate was like ashes, so they had to pin their last hope on Yang Xuan, hoping that he could defeat this man who was like a god of war.

Hearing Fang Wuji's words, all the righteous people shouted in unison: "Slaughter the Demon Gate, slaughter the Demon Gate, and return the world to a bright world." ”

Hearing this, Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "Okay, you are Fang Wuji, the master of this sect sees that you are covered in injuries, and he doesn't want to take advantage of the danger of others to let you go, but he doesn't want you to be so ignorant of the height of the sky, then the master of this sect will fulfill you and let your life be extinct." ”

"Take the Netherland, the Fire of Purgatory, and the water of the Yellow Spring, and forge the Demon Sword of Hell. ”

Yang Xuan recited a mantra in his mouth, and a blue light in front of his forehead hit the void in front of him, causing a ripple in the air, and a black magic knife poked out of the ripples, and the black blade emitted a faint blue light throughout his body, and the thick evil aura was visible to the naked eye.

This Hell Demon Knife is one of the treasures of the Demon Palace, usually hidden in the void, and only the person who holds the medium summons it with a mantra to appear in the world.

The blade is six feet long, the blade is like an arc moon, and it is said that five thousand years ago, a demon gate master broke into hell, took the netherworld, forged it with the fire of purgatory for 7749 days, and finally put it into the yellow spring water to soak it for 9981 days before making it.

This Netherworld Land, the Fire of Purgatory, and the Water of the Yellow Spring are all things that are the most yin and evil, and the evil qi of the magic knife exercised by combining these three kinds of yin and evil things is extremely strong, and Yang Xuan does not dare to use it at will on weekdays for fear that the evil qi of the magic knife will back.

However, today, in the face of this great enemy that he has only seen in his life, he didn't dare to be lucky, and took out this Zhenmen Demon Knife from the beginning.

Yang Xuan held the hilt of the knife with both hands with a solemn face, and the moment his hands touched the hilt, the evil qi on the magic knife skyrocketed, and a dead aura slowly spread.

Below, both the demons and demons looked at the magic knife, and boundless fear rose in their hearts.

The magic knife in Yang Xuan's hand weighed as much as 10,000 catties, and he slowly gathered the magic knife above his head with great difficulty, his eyes were blue, and he shouted violently: "Fang Wuji, eat me with a knife." ”

Yang Xuan's figure soared into the air and jumped above Wuji's head, swinging the knife in both hands, and the evil qi condensed into a sharp edge against the front and slashed towards the top of Fang Wuji's head.

Yang Xuan didn't have any extra tricks in this move, he had some absolute confidence in the magic knife in his hand, he believed that the evil qi on this magic knife was the best means of attack, this evil qi from the Yellow Spring Hell made him feel palpitations.

Fang Wuji watched the Hell Demon Knife in Yang Xuan's hand slowly approach, and said with a sneer on his face, "You want to suppress me with this broken knife?"

With that, Fang Wuji raised the long sword that the token had been transformed into with one hand, and the tip of the sword spat out a three-foot silver edge that met with the blue rays of the Hell Demon Knife.

The silver and blue mangs converged, and there was a low moan: "Boom, boom, boom......"

The sound is very low and very low, it seems to be inaudible, but it can reach everyone's ears without any difference, echoing in everyone's minds, and everyone's eyes gradually turn blue under the sound.

Fang Wuji shouted violently: "This is a magic sound from hell, everyone immediately sealed their ears with true yuan." ”