As mentioned in the last book, the earth was in crisis, and the god Vic stepped forward to try to turn the tide, and although he killed countless enemies, he was still defeated in the end.

At this moment, a mysterious young man was born, turning the tide with his own strength, and destroying all the enemies in the future, and this young man claimed to be from Lingyun Xianmen.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that you need to remember one name - Lingyun Immortal Gate!" A light voice resounded over the entire earth.

People in the mountains, in the cities, in the countryside and in ruins have heard it.

When the astronauts invaded the earth, the situation was broadcast in real time.

There is no way, there are always some desperate reporters in this world who don't even want their lives in order to shoot big news.

Perhaps this is the so-called professionalism.

In short, because of the live TV, almost all the earthlings knew that a teenager from Lingyun Xianmen eliminated the alien invaders and saved the earth.

The east of the earth, the Kunlun Mountains.

In a majestic hall, a man who looked to be in his twenties meditated cross-legged.

The man was handsome, dressed in a cyan cloth robe, wearing a crown of nine heavens and stars, with heaven and earth on his feet, and four heavens on his hands, his eyes closed, as if he was meditating.

After hearing this voice, the man gradually opened his eyes.

It was a blue as deep as the sea, and his eyes were full of the vicissitudes of time.

"This kid will really give me a long face." The man chuckled and shook his head helplessly.

Then he got up and went outside the temple.

Several disciples at the door immediately became energetic when they saw the man, and immediately saluted.

"See the boss!" A neat voice came out, and suddenly all the people on Kunlun Mountain knew that the man was out of the customs.

"Hmm." The man nodded, and then said softly: "Pass on my order, all the second-generation disciples of the Lingyun Immortal Sect will go down the mountain to help people rebuild their homes and return to normal life, and the third-generation disciples will stay in the sect and prepare to accept the disciples." ”

"Yes, sir!" The neat voice sounded again, and all the disciples were ordered to leave, but they did their own things.

The man was left alone, his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky as if he were missing someone.

He muttered in his mouth: "Master, Master, Taidou has already done what you want, and the development of Lingyun Immortal Sect is also on the right track, I don't know where your old man is now?" ”

This voice is full of longing, as if a child is missing his parents, if others see him like this, they will be surprised, because he is the first person in the world.

This person is none other than the first disciple of Raditz, the strongest immortal cultivator on the earth today, and Wu Taidou in the middle stage of the god transformation.

For more than ten years, Wu Taidou has cultivated from the early stage of the Yuan Infant to the middle stage of the transformation of the gods, which has its own reasons for extraordinary talent, and also because of that trace of heavenly merit.

You must know how difficult it is to leap across every great realm.

He doesn't have the aura of a protagonist, but his luck has changed after being taken in by Raditz as an apprentice.

Therefore, the speed of improvement in the cultivation realm is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Because all the affairs in the door were handed over to his eldest disciple Chenxin to do, there was a lot of time for cultivation.

Ahem, speaking of which, I have to mention the first disciple he accepted more than ten years ago, Chenxin.

Ten years ago, he met this child on a trip.

At that time, the little guy was lonely, living alone in a small village.

His parents died young, and he made a living by running a small restaurant left by his parents.

Wearing patched clothes, chopping wood, planting vegetables, and farming, one person does the work of several adults, although it is tiring, but it is enough to be self-sufficient.

Unfortunately, before the natural disaster came, a man-made disaster struck, and the brutal robbers ransacked the village, killed the villagers, and robbed them of their property.

I remember it was a very ordinary morning.

Xiaochen went up the mountain to pick wild vegetables as usual, and suddenly it rained heavily, so he reluctantly hid under a hundred-year-old tree to avoid the rain, and fell asleep unconsciously, so he escaped.

In the early morning, the rain finally stopped.

The water droplets on the trees are crystal clear, sliding silently from the edges of the leaves, and a breeze blows, cutting a beautiful arc through the air. Hit Xiao Chenxin in the face.

The cold coldness woke him up from his dream, he opened his eyes, and subconsciously said, "Dad, mother......"

Then he came back to his senses and sat up.

There is no one in the four fields, only the quiet sound of insects, interpreting the silence of the forest.

"It was a dream." Xiao Chenxin muttered to himself.

He thought for a moment, then shook his head, picked up the bamboo basket on the side, put it on his back, and walked down the mountain.

"Hehe, I received a lot of goods today, not only two morel mushrooms, but also a wild ginseng, which can be exchanged for a lot of money and can buy new clothes." Xiao Chenxin jumped happily and walked in the direction of the village.

Before he reached the front of the village, he noticed that something was not quite right, usually at this time, the villagers had already gotten up, but today it was extremely quiet, and there was not a single figure.

"Huh? Didn't Brother Li come out to herd cattle today? Xiao Chen wondered in his heart, at this time, everyone should get up and work, where did everyone go.

Wait, what does this taste like.

A gust of morning breeze blew, mixed with a strong smell of blood, which was very pungent.

Did someone kill the pig?

He thought to himself.

But if you kill a pig, the smell is too strong.

Let's go and have a look, maybe you can get a little bit of pork, so you can save on buying meat.

Suspicious in his heart, he immediately quickened his pace and ran towards the village.

It didn't take long for him to reach the entrance of the village.

Looking in from the main road at the entrance of the village, I saw that on the flat ground in the middle of the village, there were more than 40 or 50 families in the whole village, two or three hundred people, large and small, old and young, men and women, all lying on the open ground, their bodies stiff, and they had become corpses.

For a time, the blood flowed like a river, flies flew around, crows circled, and a thick bloody breath came to the face.

Xiao Chenxin grew up, how could he have seen such a terrifying scene, and he suddenly screamed in fright and fainted.

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Chenxin woke up in shock, sat up suddenly, gasped for breath, and his hands trembled slightly.

When he fell asleep, his mind was full of vicious grimaces, blood and bones, and nightmares.

Then he settled down and looked around.

I saw that this was an ordinary side room, with two small windows, and the furnishings in the room were simple and clean, with only a few pine tables and chairs, with kettles and cups on them.

Half of the room was occupied by a large kang connected together, with two beds on it, except for the one he was lying on now, the quilt next to him was neatly folded and meticulous.

Directly above the two beds, a banner hung on the wall with a large inscription - Dao.

Looking like this, it looks like an ordinary guest room in an inn, or a room where two disciples who are seeking a teacher and art gather together.

Xiao Chenxin sat for a while, and a thought suddenly involuntarily rose in his heart: Everything last night may be a nightmare, right? Maybe I've been sleeping here all along? Maybe when you walk out of this room, Aunt Li next door will laugh and scold him as usual, you little lazy worm, the sun is on your buttocks.

He slowly got out of bed, put on his shoes, and walked towards the door.

The door is hidden, and through the crack in the door there is a cool wind blowing in.

He walked step by step, but his two little hands became tighter and tighter.

His heart was beating hard and he was holding his breath.

Soon, he walked to the door and put his hand on the door.

At this moment, he felt that this very light wooden door was as heavy as Mount Tai and as heavy as dark iron.

He gritted his teeth, and with a ruthless heart, he creaked open the door.

……

(To be continued)