On this day, there was a huge earthquake in the Eastern Spirit Realm.

Xie Qinghou, the first in the inner gate of the Drifting Snow Palace, has been alone in the Blood Spirit Hall for ten years. Since today, more than 700 people in the black robe of the Blood Spirit Hall have died in the battle of the Qinglong Mountain Range.

Since Yan Zangfeng returned to seclusion, he shot for the second time. With the five great martial marquis, he attacked a secret place in the Blood Spirit Palace. Where the snow falls, ancient trees turn to dust, and mountains and rivers turn to scorched earth.

Everywhere I went, there was no grass.

The Blood Yin Marquis was crushed by Yan Zangfeng's foot, and his bones were gone.

Outside Xuanyuan City.

A one-armed middle-aged man stood in front of a porridge shop, and only after a long time did he speak hoarsely, "A bowl of white porridge!"

In the porridge shop, the woman's clothes are a little old, but they are very clean, with long black hair, and there is no amazing appearance, but there is a gentleness carved into the bone marrow, and a shallow smile at the corner of the mouth, which makes people feel like a spring breeze and have boundless peace in their hearts.

Half an hour later, the one-armed middle-aged man stood up and put down a few copper plates.

"You gave more, this is the money for four bowls of white porridge!"

Groping for the copper coins on the table, the woman stopped the one-armed middle-aged man, and her voice was as pleasant as a wind chime. A pair of dark eyes stared ahead, as if he could see a one-armed middle-aged man.

"The money for the other three bowls of white porridge was paid for others!"

The one-armed middle-aged man said calmly.

Syllable!

The bowl in the woman's hand suddenly fell to the ground and shattered. The weak delicate body was stunned, and the smiling face was completely frozen.

"Won't he show up?"

The woman asked in a distracted voice.

Outside the porridge shop, Yan Zangfeng turned his back to the girl, and he didn't dare to reply, his face was full of gloom.

"What's his name now?"

The woman raised her head, as if she could see, and looked at Yan Zangfeng.

"Xie Qinghou!"

Yan Zangfeng's voice was full of hoarseness.

"Thank you...... Green...... Hou ......"

The woman muttered the name repeatedly, then raised her head, a smile on her face, but her eyes were full of moisture, "I've heard of this name!"

"My name is Ah Ning now, you help me tell him!"

Yan Zangfeng turned around with difficulty, looked at the lonely girl, and tried his best to keep smiling, "Qinghou asked me to heal your eyes, are you willing to go back to the Drifting Snow Palace with me?"

"No need!"

The girl replied very simply, with her head slightly lowered, with a lonely smile on her face, "I just want to see him alone, he is gone, what's the use of curing his eyes?"

Yan Zangfeng's breath was stagnant, even if he was a generation of myths, he couldn't resolve the sourness in his heart.

"I'll come back to see you!"

Yan Zangfeng took a deep breath and said seriously.

The girl shook her head, squatted on the ground silently, quietly groping for the broken bowl fragments on the ground, with a quiet smile on the corner of her mouth, but she didn't even realize that her fingers were cut out of blood by the fragments.

Only after Yan Zangfeng turned to leave, the girl raised her head, gritted her teeth and looked stubborn:

"He owes me three bowls of porridge, and you can't pay it back!"

Outside Xuanyuan City, Yan Zangfeng's body was stunned, like an autumn wind.

After this day, there was no more porridge shop outside Xuanyuan City. And between the mountains, rivers and land of the East Spirit Realm, there are more girls holding bamboo canes and staggering forward, and they embark on the road of cultivation with a trace of obsession.

In that obsession, it was a little beggar covered in wounds, holding half of the white-flour steamed bun happily in front of a blind little girl, even though his face was full of scars, but the bright smile in his eyes was innocent and full of spoiling.

At that time, the little beggar was not called Xie Qinghou, but Xiao Ningzi.

The little girl is not called A-Ning, but Xie Xiaomei!

......

Xuanyuan Mansion.

Lin Cangxue looked at the bronze ancient order in her hand and looked stunned. Since the last sentence of the tenth kill, there has been no news. And half a day later, the bronze ancient order fluctuated again.

But it was not the tenth kill of Xie Qinghou, but the second killing of the herringbone that had never been spoken, the content was very short, but the words were piercing, revealing a sharp killing intention:

"All the people of the Blood Spirit Hall will be killed!"

At this moment, the Twelve Kills Lin Cangxue stood up, interrupted the retreat, and took the sword out of the Xuanyuan Mansion.

In the blood-colored auction hall, Ye Hongsleeves sat in front of the dressing mirror, drawing picturesque eyebrows, and when he turned his head, he didn't see enchanting and charming, and his eyes were as sharp as a rakshasa.

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming...... Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles......"

A middle-aged Confucian student, driving a long car out of the Eastern Spirit Realm, his sad and righteous voice was full of murderous intent.

In the wind and rain building, an old man who was as withered as wood and closed to death suddenly opened his eyes, and his confused eyes were like an ancient sword out of its sheath at this moment, and the edge that had been hidden for decades leaked out.

The old man killed the three people in the wind and rain building, and then went down the mountain with his sword.

On the ridge of a small village in the Oriental Dynasty, a middle-aged man suddenly got up, straightened up a little bent, turned his head to look at the little boy beside him, and said with a doting smile:

"Daddy wants to go out and tell my mother that if Daddy doesn't come back within three years, don't wait!"

"Oh!"

The little boy snorted and nodded ignorantly.

"Little loach, your father is not here, you will be an adult in the family in the future, and it is your responsibility to take care of your mother, you know?"

The middle-aged man picked up the little boy and kissed the latter. The thick stubble caused the little boy to snort and push away his father's big dark face, and wiped his saliva away with his hands.

"Daddy's gone!"

The middle-aged man smiled gently, then put down the little boy and turned to leave.

"Daddy......"

In less than half an hour, behind the middle-aged man was a milky cry, and the ignorant figure stumbled after him, his little hands and knees were full of blood, and his watery eyes were full of tears, pitiful and afraid.

The middle-aged man's face trembled, listening to the cry behind him, two lines of tears crossed his face, but he did not stop a step, and disappeared without a trace in just a few breaths.

In the Eastern Spirit Realm, there are also grave keepers who dig up the grave and take a sword down the mountain.

There are also dramas that strike the stage and kill people and leave.

......

On this day, the thirteen killings of human characters who had been dormant in the Eastern Spirit Realm for more than hundreds of years were all born...... Kill Dong Ling!

And the forest famine at the end of the thirteen killings of the herringbone is still sleeping, I don't know that Xie Qinghou died in the Qinglong Mountain Range, I don't know that there is a woman named A Ning outside Xuanyuan City, and I don't know that the thirteen killings of the herringbone walk the world.

When he sleeps, it will be an eternal farewell, the Xie Qinghou who once wanted to kill himself in Fulongling! I don't know that when he wakes up, he will be hated for the rest of his life!

Outside Xuanyuan Mansion, the storm will rise.

In the Tiance Building, Qin Xuance grabbed an ancient book and ran to Lin Huang's room in a hurry, staring at Lin Huang with a surprised expression......

The latter lay quietly on his back, his body completely restored, like a treasure shining brightly. Together with the realm of the forest wilderness, it was terrifying and rushed to the Heavenly Yuan Eight Heavens.

However, every time the black light flashed under Lin Huang's flesh, Jun Chengcheng was worried.

"It's a curse from heaven!"

Qin Xuance opened his mouth, and his hand holding the ancient book was a little excited.

Jun Chengcheng's face froze, his eyes stared at Qin Xuance deadly, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

Qin Xuance smiled and comforted: "Since he can break the Curse of Heaven, it means that the Curse of Heaven will not work for him, you don't have to worry!"

"It's just that I don't know yet, since Lin Huang broke the Curse of Heaven, why is the Curse of Heaven still in his body?"

Qin Xuance crossed his fingers and turned his face, showing a puzzled expression.

"Can you defuse the suppression? Can you swallow that little beast from Bai Xiaopang?"

Jun Qicheng asked.

Qin Xuance frowned, then shook his head, "I'm afraid I can't do it." Moreover, the curse of heaven is in Lin Huang's body, it is difficult to say whether it is a blessing or a curse. If this is where his fate lies, why should he suppress it!"

Jun Chengcheng listened to Qin Xuance's relief, but his brows did not decrease.

At this moment, Lin Huang suddenly sat up.

"Brother Lin Huang!"

Qin Xuance was taken aback, but Jun Chengcheng was full of surprise.

"He's unconscious!"

Qin Xuance frowned, looking at Lin Huang who was sitting cross-legged, and the doubts between his eyebrows became more and more profound.

On the bed, Lin Huang sat like an ancient Buddha, his face was calm like an ancient well, his palms crossed and sealed, and there was a black light gushing out of his body.

"Don't come near him!"

Qin Xuance pulled Jun Qicheng back and reminded, "He can control the Heavenly Curse now because his body is already immune, but you can't be contaminated in the slightest!"

When the two people in the room were anxiously puzzled, the Xuanhai of the forest barren was a monstrous wave, surging like a vast ocean, turning into an endless whirlpool.

Between the whirlpools, wisps of black light swept out, flowing from inside and outside the body with the breath of Lin Huang.

With the continuous sealing of the forest wilderness, the black light circulating around the body gradually condensed, hovering above the Xuanhai Sea, like a shocking thunder brewing the breath of suppressing the eons.

Only when all the heavenly curses were condensed together, in the monstrous black light, a breath of life suddenly surged......

(End of chapter)