It was getting dark, and night had fallen.

The moon hung high in the sky, but the moonlight was bleak and dim, and the nights of the moon-devouring that occurred once in four years on the Eternal Continent reappeared.

On this night, the moon will get darker and darker, as if swallowed up by an unknown force, and all the lights will fail for no reason that night. The whole world seemed to be covered in darkness.

According to rumors, this scene is due to the fact that more than 2,000 years ago, the ancient god of war - Fang Shouwu killed the ancient demons, and on this day after four years, the heavens and the earth lost their voices, and there was no light, which was the roar of the ancient demons, and the grievances of the demons were not extinguished.

But these are all legends, empty words, and I don't know whether they are true or not. And the people of the Eternal Continent have long been accustomed to all this, on this night, everyone closed their homes in advance and went to bed early, and nothing strange happened for thousands of years.

The capital of the Great Ling...

This is the capital of the Daling Dynasty and the first magnificent giant city in the world.

The four large and heavy gates face southeast, southwest, northwest, and northeast. Within the four corners of the giant city about a thousand zhang away, there is a tall tower that goes straight into the sky, its majesty is breathtaking, standing under the tower can not see its top at all, such as four huge heavenly swords here, it is extremely shocking.

These four pagodas are called the Four Elephant Pagodas, also known as the Four Gods or the Four Spirits Pagoda. They are the Eastern Green Dragon Tower, the Western White Tiger Tower, the Southern Vermilion Bird Tower, the Northern Xuanwu Tower, each 720 zhang high, in charge of the Quartet, its formation is all over the place, it can attack the world when it enters, and it can be impregnable when retreating, it is the four offensive and defensive holy weapons that are the most shocking heaven and earth in the capital of the Great Ling Emperor.

And in the midst of the city there was another city within a city, with four gates facing the four corners of the great city. And in the four corners of the city in the city, there are four pavilions and pavilions, although not as tall as the four elephant towers, but each has its own shape, more gorgeous and noble, giving people an indescribable rhyme.

These four are three hundred and sixty zhang high, which are the Southwest Yanyun Pavilion, the Southeast Dayan Pavilion, the Northwest Zhandao Pavilion and the Northeast Wanzang Pavilion. They are the deepest heritage of the Daling Dynasty, and they are also the foundation of the dynasty, with these four pavilions, the Daling Dynasty has created generations of peerless masters who gallop between heaven and earth, and they have been able to protect the dynasty for thousands of years.

In the center of the whole city, there is the world's most famous and surprising building in ancient and modern times - the Emperor's Palace. Generations of emperors have sat here and commanded the world, which is a symbol of power and prestige.

The Emperor's Hall is as high as 999 zhang, standing majestically, towering into the clouds, standing in the middle of the city, no matter what, you can't see its top. The Emperor's Palace is a layer every three zhang, a total of 333 layers, the carved railings are jade, the gold is brilliant, every brick and tile all show the luxury and nobility of the royal family.

Standing in front of the hall, I looked up and saw a red gold Kowloon green land plaque. There are two ancient characters on it: "Emperor".

What's even more amazing is that on this magnificent tower, there is a purple gold dragon hovering, with clear scales and armor on its body, and a majestic momentum and a solemn aura spread throughout the city. This purple-gold divine dragon circled for nine weeks, its head facing the sky, its eyes wide open, staring at the thirty-three heavens.

The dragon carving is very detailed and expressive, whether it is the eyes, or the dragon beard and dragon horns are extremely delicate and magical. The dragon has five claws, and the blade is incomparable, all of which are on the body of the emperor's palace, as if they are about to rise into the air and swim in the sky.

On the back of the dragon there is a huge golden-red scale with a strange god pattern, which is the reverse scale of the dragon. It takes all the charm of the dragon and is the finishing touch. The whole building and the dragon head on it are just a thousand feet, and from a distance, it looks like a giant dragon hovering a pillar of heaven and going straight to the Nine Heavens.

And on this giant dragon, there are countless incomparably complex formations depicted, once urged, it can be connected with the Siqian Pavilion and the Four Elephant Tower, protect the entire Daling Emperor Capital, and make people have the unparalleled combat power to win the peak of the world. And the center of the formation is the golden-red reverse scales, and this formation can only be controlled by Ling Huang alone.

That is to say, in the capital of the Great Ling Emperor, Emperor Ling, the world is invincible!

The Daling Imperial Capital under the night of the devouring moon was particularly gloomy. Whether it was the monks of the Ling Dynasty or the ordinary people, they were confined to their homes and no one went out.

And at this moment, on the hill not far from the city, there is a group of figures.

The group stood there, seemingly blended into the darkness, making it impossible to feel their presence at all. There didn't seem to be a trace of life, like a cold corpse, perfectly restraining all his breath.

Nine people.

The nine men were dressed in different colors, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black, and white. These nine people are all murderous, and among them, the men in black and white are the most, and the evil aura on their bodies is awe-inspiring, which makes people feel cold when they see it.

They are the famous "Nine-Colored Sky Slayers" on the road, ranking eighteen to twenty-seven among the twenty-seven killing saints in the world.

In front of them, there was a man in black, whose body seemed to be able to swallow light, and there was not the slightest breath. If an ordinary person is at night, even if he stands beside him, I am afraid that he will not feel his presence at all.

The whole person is like a black hole, mysterious, indifferent and full of danger. This is the breathing technique has been cultivated to the realm of supernatural transformation, if he tries his best to hide his body, I am afraid that even in this heaven and earth, there may not be a few people who will find him.

Imagine how terrifying such a killer will be, if he shoots with all his strength and dares to ask the world, who can compete with him.

This is the leader of the Ghost Yuan, and he is also the world's top of the Seven Kills List in the world today - the ghost lord Mo Xingtian.

As the first killer in the world today, he once assassinated the Great Yan Martial Saint, although it was unsuccessful at the time, the Great Yan Martial Saint triggered the formation to protect himself, and others came to the rescue. However, due to the sequelae of this assassination, the Great Yan Martial Saint died soon after and drove the crane west. It was also that battle that established the position of the head of the Mo Xingtian Killer Realm.

"Lord Ghost, I wonder who we're going to kill this time?"

The white-clothed Sky Slayer's voice was erratic, making it difficult to figure out where the source of the sound was, and asked softly.

"Ling Zixuan, the king of the Northern War, remember to kill."

The ghost lord's voice was hoarse, cold and without a trace of emotion.

"What about the formation in the city?" The Skyslayer asked.

"I have my own way, after hearing the bell of the God Emperor, I will do it, intercept and kill the King of the Northern War, and the nine people will shoot, and we are not allowed to fail." The voice of the ghost lord is very flat, but there is a kind of majesty that cannot be violated by others.

"Yes!" The Nine Heaven Slayers shouted.

As soon as the words fell, the ghost lord in front of him suddenly turned into a black mist, and then dissipated into the air, leaving no trace.

The white-clothed Sky Slayer pursed his lips and said, "The Ghost Lord's breathing technique is getting more and more terrifying, and even we can't detect a trace of breath. ”

Black-clothed slightly turned his head to interrupt him, "Alright, let's go." ”

Then, several Skyslayers walked towards the cliff in front of them and leaped down from them one after another. As they descended into midair, the figures of the nine men gradually dissipated into the air, as if they had never appeared.

The night still shrouded the place where a few people had just stood, and in the silence, no one would know that this night the imperial capital would usher in the greatest catastrophe in a thousand years.

A middle-aged man is dressed in a bright yellow robe embroidered with a pattern of a dragon soaring in the sea. Thin lips, a tall nose, and blazing eyes, sword-like eyebrows flew obliquely into a few strands of black hair under the corners of the temples, and inadvertently the whole person emitted a kind of king aura that shocked the world.

This world is a world that belongs to him; All the beings in this world are His people! Mighty between heaven and earth, swallowing mountains and rivers, and shocking the eight wildernesses, he is the hero of the Ling Dynasty, the co-lord of the world, and the seventeenth generation of the Ling Emperor of the Great Ling Dynasty - Ling Zihang.

Standing beside him was Ling Jiuyan, the eldest son of his younger brother, King Wu of the East China Sea.

"Your Majesty" etiquette must not be messed up, Ling Jiuyan is like everyone else, and Emperor Ling gives great etiquette. Then his expression and tone relaxed a lot, and he asked:

"Uncle, you have participated in the cultivation, not to mention that there are no ancients, but you are also the strongest camp in history. I wonder where this moon-eating night came from? ”

Ling Jiuyan looked confused and leaned over slightly to ask Emperor Ling for advice.

Emperor Ling seemed to sigh and shook his head slightly.

"I didn't know, it's very likely that it really came because of Fang Shouwu as the legend said." Emperor Ling frowned, hesitated for a moment and said, "And it's possible that the Ancient Demon is not dead yet!" ”

"What?" Ling Jiuyan gasped after hearing this, shocked and shocked. Thousands of years ago, the evil spirits brought to the world have never been forgotten, including folk myths and stories, and the similarity of these legends is that once the evil demons appear, the world is in turmoil, and the tragic tragedy will reappear, and the world will definitely be ruined.

"Because the great array of our Ling Emperor Capital was left by Fang Shouwu to suppress the evil demons, and on the night of the Moon Devouring Night, the formation that usually attacked everything was actually suppressed."

Ling Huang's voice was deep but very powerful, and there was a hint of solemnity and incomprehension in his tone.

For some reason, a hint of foreboding surged in Emperor Ling's heart. But he didn't know why, did this feeling come from the night of the Moon?

Emperor Ling took out a palm-sized piece of crimson scales from his bosom, roughly in the shape of a diamond, covered with complex and mysterious patterns, and an indescribable Dao rhyme emanated from it.

The crimson scales glowed faintly, but it was extremely dim, and it was not noticeable in the surrounding darkness.

"Uncle, can you show me?" Ling Jiuyan next to him was a young man, and with his clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, he couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart, as if he had borrowed the red scales to take a closer look.

Emperor Ling hesitated for a moment, but still handed the scales over.

"This is the eye of the Imperial City Great Array, and only by holding this thing can you trigger the Great Array in the City."

Ling Jiuyan nodded slightly, staring at the crimson scales. After a while, he handed the scales back to Emperor Ling.

Ling Huang put away the scales, turned around and smiled slightly at Ling Jiuyan. "It's not early, let's go back."

Ling Jiuyan bowed his head, then silently retreated, and disappeared in an instant.

After Emperor Ling saw him leave, he looked up at the sky again, where there should have been a bright moon but now it was pitch black, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Just then, a warning of danger suddenly appeared. Ling Huang's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body exploded several meters forward at the same time, and he felt a cool breeze coming from behind, but he was fine.

He hurriedly turned around, his sword eyebrows soaring into the sky, and his power was astonishing in an instant.

But his sharp, piercing gaze swept behind him, but there was no one.

In the lofty and empty attic, he was the only one standing. There was deathly silence and indifference all around.

Emperor Ling once again took out the red dragon scales from his arms, wanting to stimulate the entire imperial capital's protective array to find the person who had just made the move.

After the dragon scales were injected with energy, the color became more and more dim, appearing from time to time, and there was no fluctuation in the faint way, just like an ordinary handicraft.

Ling Huang frowned, the foreboding was even worse than before, he paid close attention to all the sounds and breaths around him, but he didn't notice the slightest thing.

At this moment, a dagger silently rested on his shoulder. The sharp blade clung to his neck. The enemy had already turned behind him at some point, and he was unaware of it.

Cold laughter rang out, and faint voices seemed to come from all directions.

"Ling Zihang, long time no see."

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"Ling Zihang, long time no see."

When a faint voice came, Emperor Ling frowned, and cold sweat ran down his forehead.

can unknowingly deceive himself and put a sharp blade against his neck, how many people can there be in the world?

Except for the one of the Great Ling Imperial Family, it is impossible for the Heavenly Sin of the Convict to assassinate him, and the style of the impermanent Hades does not match this. Then it can only be the ghost master Mo Xingtian who is at the top of the Seven Kills List!

Since the ghost lord assassinated the Great Yan Martial Saint six years ago, he has not appeared in the world. Although there have been several unsolved cases in recent years, which are presumed to be committed by the ghost owner, there is no conclusive evidence.

The world has long known what state the ghost master's cultivation has reached, but he didn't expect that today, he swung the butcher knife in his hand directly at the royal family.

The cold dagger was attached to Emperor Ling's neck. Even colder than a dagger is the murderous aura!

The overwhelming murderous aura surrounded Emperor Ling, and the temperature in the air dropped, and even a faint layer of mist appeared.

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would suffocate to death directly in this terrible murderous aura.

But after all, he is the emperor of the Great Ling Dynasty, at this moment, Ling Zihang's expression has calmed down, although he is in danger, his expression remains unchanged, and he asked calmly.

"Your Excellency is a ghost abyss?"

The faint voice sounded again, accompanied by a few cold laughs.

"That's right, I've seen Your Majesty in Xia Mo Xingtian."

Mo Xingtian was dressed in a cloak as black as ink, and his true face could not be seen. The dagger in his hand was simple and sharp, cold and awe-inspiring, making people look trembling in their hearts.

"Tell me why the dragon scales are invalid." Emperor Ling's voice was very calm, but as the co-lord of the world, he had never lost his momentum of looking down on the Eight Desolations and Shocking Liuhe.

"I'm afraid it's going to be a question." The ghost lord said with a sneer.

"Good! What a question! ”

"Then I'll ask why it's dark and there's no light on this day! Ask why the wickedness has not been extinguished on this day! Ask: Why is this day not fair to the world, so that the future of the world is doomed to be dark! Emperor Ling was finally no longer calm, his voice suddenly raised, and he asked with his head up to the sky.

No one answered him, and the day was still dark, and the moon was still not visible.

(End of chapter)