The wind and the sun were beautiful, the sun was shining, it was a good day, and it was also the first time that the emperor of the last 20 years held the day when all countries came to the court, and the huge Kyoto was overcrowded, and countless people from other countries poured into Kyoto, and finally the emperor had to order the city gates to be closed, and they were not allowed to enter or enter.

The majestic Imperial Palace in Kyoto has expanded several times since it was 20 years ago, and the magnificent main hall has been renovated.

The middle-aged majestic man sitting in front of him was slightly blessed, looking at the foreign envoys standing under the hall, the princess and the prince, and the smile on the face of the middle-aged majestic man, the middle-aged majestic man sighed in his heart, if it weren't for the opposition of his mother and uncle more than 20 years ago, he resolutely united all the forces that could be united, and overthrew the handsome middle-aged man who seemed to be able to add a thousand years old at any time and become ten thousand years old.

What he didn't expect was that there were so many people with the same idea as himself, and a little spark would set the whole Kyoto on fire, and the next thing was to raid the family and cut off the beheading, redistribute the huge benefits left over, and the one who benefited the most was him, the new emperor.

The majestic men clapped their hands, and scantily clad singers and dancers poured out from behind the screen one after another, and the warblers sang and danced, resounding throughout the hall.

The picture continues to change, the sky over Kyoto is shrouded in a black majestic mystical aura, a handsome black-clothed monk holds a black halberd, the tip of the long halberd swallows a miserable white glow, the halberd rises and falls, the dead house falls, the handsome monk is like the god of war in Shura, invincible, and all kinds of mystical methods learned in the past 20 years have finally come into use. The blood is surging, and the handsome man seems to have fallen into the devil, no, it should be released from the demon that has been locked up in his heart for more than 20 years.

The handsome monk really seems to have fallen into a demon, the elderly, the child, the high-ranking officials and the royal family, and the poor people, all of them are killed.

At the highest point of the Huang Bo Hall, the handsome monk sat on the highest gorgeous chair at the front, although there was no trace of blood on the black clothes, but there were no living people in the hall, and even the entire majestic hall, the whole sea of people in Kyoto, there were few living people, and the handsome monk learned the forbidden technique in the sect that it is estimated that only the master who has been feathered away may place it in the highest place of the sect's Xuanfa Pavilion.

The handsome monk almost hollowed out the mystical power of the whole body and exerted it, but the forbidden art is worthy of the forbidden art, there are few living people in Kyoto, the handsome monk has never felt so comfortable, the handsome monk who completely released the jealousy in his chest, suddenly broke through a realm, reached the realm of his master, the handsome monk thought to himself, if the master did not feather and stood beside him, maybe he would pat himself on the shoulder and praise a sentence "It is worthy of being a genius of the metaphysical cultivation that the teacher fancies." "Of course, the premise is that the white-haired old man doesn't see the mountain of corpses and the sea of corpses beyond the palace walls.

The next picture is a bit cliché, the handsome monk was attacked by those monks of the sect who claimed to be the righteous path Xuanxiu, of course, there are many of them who have long been unaccustomed to the mountaintop sect of the Xuanxiu sect in Banzhou, where the handsome monk is located.

What happened to the handsome man seemed to have happened to the handsome monk again, the joint strangulation of most of the Xuanxiu sects, and the senior brother, second senior brother, and third senior brother in the sect who could not accept the handsome monk to take over the position of the head of the sect...... Almost all the senior brothers of the handsome monk took the opportunity to attack together, not only lost the protection of the sect, but were also besieged and killed by the senior brothers of the sect, and the handsome monk became a water dog again, but this was a dog with a mouth full of fangs.

Wu Chen then saw that in a darker room, the handsome monk was half-leaning against the corner of the wall, with a half-inch sword protruding from his chest, the sword body was intricately decorated, the blade was cold, the hilt of the sword came from the back, and the angle of insertion was very tricky, like the punch that the armor-covered phantom hit Wu Chen's back, and it was unavoidable.

The handsome monk looked at the little sister who had been with him for nearly twenty years in disbelief, and the only junior sister in his heart who believed in his life, the woman in front of him said: "I gave up everything for you, but what have you done to me in the past twenty years? Since you have taken away my most precious twenty years, then I will destroy what you care about the most." ”

The handsome monk, who felt that his cultivation was constantly escaping, wanted to open his mouth to explain, "I love you!" but in the end, he couldn't open his mouth.

It's snowing for another year, but the snow is no longer so big, and the handsome monk has become a handsome beggar again, the difference is that there is a low-level Xuangu beside the beggar whose veins have been picked off by life, and one person and one dog depend on each other.

The white-haired old man's vision is really good, the handsome young man seems to be born for cultivation, and he has lost all his power to open up a mystical method suitable for his own cultivation, and he also created the first Xuangou cultivation mystical method by the way.

Twenty years passed in a hurry, and the handsome beggar became a handsome monk again, this time he was not alone, this time he had an extra dog by his side, a dog, no incognito, no slow plot, the handsome monk openly challenged all the sects that participated in the encirclement and suppression.

Great wars, melees, tragic battles, the cultivation of the handsome monk is higher and higher, and the major Xuanmen also begin to unite, where the handsome monk goes is the Shura Hell, the corpses are all over the field, mortals, Xuan Xiu, etc., there are more and more taboos.

It was still the darker room, the woman whose appearance had barely changed, the difference was that the half-inch beautiful sword tip protruded from the back, the woman's back, the hilt of the sword was held in the palm of the woman's hand, and the woman said with a slight trembling: "Stop, okay?" Even the handsome monk who had not shed tears when his biological parents died nodded at the woman with tears in his eyes, but the woman could no longer see it, and the handsome monk who almost frightened all the Xuanxiu sect disappeared, and at the same time there was a female head of the Xuanxiu sect who died.

It's been another twenty years, and there is an extra sect on the continent that calls itself the Demon Sect, not the Demon Sect that everyone shouts and beats, it is a very strong Demon Sect, not a Demon Sect that does evil for pleasure and kills for pleasure, but a Demon Sect with very strict rules, the Demon Sect is getting bigger and bigger, there are more and more monks, and finally it is a clan of its own, and the monk world has to tolerate this new sect that is both good and evil, because they have the first strength in the continent, a handsome sect master who claims to be a demon god.

Wu Chen saw a long black stone ladder again, hanging in the air, directly into the sky, the half-waist of the black stone ladder was cloudy, a handsome man in black walked on it, holding a brown and black square book in his hand, facing the clouds, followed by a slightly fat, some fox fake tiger mighty Xuanwu Xuangou, tired panting and constantly sticking out his tongue, Wu Chen looked at the handsome man in black step by step, step by step, step by step, One step, one level higher, the figure suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at Wu Chen's eyes through a layer of dreams, what kind of eyes should it be, indifferent and silent.

Wu Chen was sure that the handsome man in black must have seen it and discovered his existence.

The handsome man in black on the stairs suddenly smiled at Wu Chen as if his face changed, squinting his eyes, looking very improper, Wu Chen felt that the appearance of the handsome man in black was a little familiar, but he couldn't think of it.

When he looked at the black stone staircase again, cracks appeared in the sky, the stone staircase, the man, and the black dog had disappeared, and a large area of darkness appeared, and there were bursts of violent shaking, not from the mind, but from his own body.

Slowly opened his eyes, the soft light hit, his hands were straight, and he stretched out his waist, as if he had just woken up, after a very real and real dream.