The sky was gloomy, and thick clouds covered the sky for dozens of miles, and the earth was barren, and the cruel Gobi covered the surrounding land for dozens of miles. The wind between heaven and earth roared angrily, and there was a dead air, full of silence and slaughter.

A few huts were roofed with thatch, and the walls were piled up with loess, and the roofs were blown to the ground by the fierce winds, and the walls were also frozen with cracks and looked crumbling.

This is a small inn, there is a young man living in the inn, the old man's legs and feet are not very flexible, the craft is not dexterous, only make some small dishes, and there are not many guests in the inn.

Not long ago, two young men had made a hole in the wall, and the bitter cold wind blew into the room from outside, which was bitterly cold and alarming, and there were fewer guests.

The sand and gravel on the ground were very thick, and it took three feet of digging to dig up the mud, and the mud was mixed with the mud, and the old man was filling the big hole in the wall from morning to night, except for entertaining the few guests.

In fact, it was not a big hole, it was just a hole the size of a head, and it took the old man three full months to fill it, but it didn't seem to be of any use, and whenever the cold wind blew, the room was still shivering with cold.

"Squeak!" the dilapidated wooden door was pushed open, then quickly shut, and a man shuddered in and sat down at a shiny black wooden table.

This is a rich young man, wearing an expensive fluff coat, looking at the old man who is sitting on the cracked counter and sleepy, and he says arrogantly: "Old fellow, bring me all the delicious food you have here!"

As if he hadn't heard, the old man squinted in his chair and let out a series of snoring sounds, and the young man shouted twice, but the old man still did not wake up.

The young man suddenly became angry, walked to the counter, and slapped the counter hard, and the already tattered wooden cabinet made a creaking scream, and the old man woke up and looked at him in a daze.

"Old fellow, bring me all the delicious food you have here, do you hear me!" the young man shouted again, and the old man nodded sluggishly, and walked slowly into the back kitchen.

The young man returned to his position satisfied, sat down with Erlang's legs crossed, and soon the old man came out with a large plate and put the contents on the table, which was a plate of beef, two steamed buns, and a pot of wine.

The young man's eyes widened, he slapped the table and stood up, looking at the old man angrily: "What I want is delicious, what is this!"

"Beef, steamed buns, old wine. The old man replied hoarsely, and the young man glared angrily, thinking that the old man in front of him was entertaining himself, and raised his slap to slap him.

But at this time, the fierce cold wind suddenly pushed open the wooden door, and the cold was biting, and the young man shivered coldly, and the outstretched hand retracted, and wrapped his fur coat tightly.

The old man staggered to close the wooden door, and continued to return to the counter, narrowing his eyes, and the young man also sat down, poured a glass of hot wine and drank it, and waved his hand: "Forget it, forgive me for not having anything good in this place!"

The young man looked like a rich and noble family, when had he eaten these coarse tea and light rice, but after drinking the wine, he ate most of the plate of beef and half a steamed bun, and he barely filled his stomach.

He wiped his mouth with a silk cloth, threw it on the ground casually, picked up the package on the side, and walked outside the house without looking at the old man, and when he reached the wooden door, the old man said hoarsely: "Young man, you forgot to give money." ”

"Give money, just your things, if my son can come to your small shop, you will have green smoke from your ancestral grave, and you still want money, in the next life!"

The young man snorted coldly and kicked on the wooden door, the old wooden door suddenly cracked, and sawdust splashed everywhere, while the young man walked out of the inn with his head held high, and walked forward in high spirits.

A cold wind swept by, and the young man's whole body suddenly disappeared, the cold wind weakened in the distance, and a lifelike ice sculpture fell from the wind, smashed on the hard stone, and turned into a fragmented block of ice.

"Today's young people really have no rules, one generation is not as good as the next!" the old man let out an old sigh, and a sharp light flashed in his cloudy old eyes, and then dimmed again.

The cold wind penetrated into the room, the faint light flickered, and he wore a thin black robe, but as if he didn't feel anything, he opened the mezzanine of the counter and took out a black box.

The box is carved from black wood, rectangular in shape, smooth and new on the surface, and looks very valuable, but there is no decorative pattern carved and cast, only the peculiar pattern of black wood itself.

The old man stretched out his withered hands and placed them tremblingly on the box, which was cast with extraordinary skill, the lid was not pushed, pulled or closed, but sliding, and he slowly cut it open.

The first thing that appeared was a hilt wrapped in black cloth, and then the blade of the sword appeared, the edge of one side was sharp and extremely thin, and although the other side also had a sharp edge, it was relatively thick and blunt, not a sword, but a knife.

The slide continued to open, and the real face of the object appeared in sight, indeed, it was not a sword, but a knife, but alas, it was a broken knife.

The broken knife is black and white, the handle and blade are as black as ink, while the blade is as white as snow, the knife is narrow, the blade is only two inches, and there are edges on both sides, one side is as thin as a cicada's wing, and the other is slightly thicker than a fine hair.

The knife is short, from the handle to the fracture at the seventh point, the blade is only two feet and four inches, even if it is complete, it is not more than four feet, the knife is light, as long as a cultivator of the foundation building realm can afford it, and it does not feel too much weight.

Blowing hair and cutting off hair, sharpening iron like mud, are not its most powerful place, the best value of its existence, is that it can wake up a person, break the knife to start, this person is like having a soul.

The old man's long hair is dry and split, but at this time it is like snow and dancing without wind, the decadence of the old dragon clock is swept away, the wrinkles are covered with indifference and frost, and the cloudy old eyes have become calm like water, containing an incomparable edge, and the whole person just sits there quietly, giving everyone an incomparable depressing illusion.

Holding the broken knife that has accompanied him all his life again, he became indifferent and ruthless again, and once again became the terrifying master of the pure altar, just because there were guests who came uninvited, and the pure mortal dust was expressionless, looking at the Gobi Desert outside the door.

In the desert a few miles away, two people braved the rolling wind and sand, strolling forward, all the sand and dust that rushed to them seemed to be blocked and pushed away by an invisible force, and their clothes were fluttering, unstained by wind and dust.

These are two young men, one of them is dressed in white, holding a folding fan, with an elegant face, with the air of a scholar's weakness, and the other is wearing a black cloak, with a tall figure, looking like a little white face who has no power to restrain a chicken, but there is a strange evil aura between his eyebrows.

The white-clothed king's face was complicated, and he still had a headache, he didn't know how to explain it to the altar master, and he didn't dare to offend the demon beside him, and he looked at the night sun from the corner of his eye, and there was still a trace of fear.

The three major lords of the Pure World Killing Altar, each of them is at the peak of the low level of the Chong Pulse Realm, and they can fight against the middle level of the Chong Pulse Realm, and they can join forces to be invincible in the middle level, but in the end, they are still defeated by Yeyang, a demon king who has just reached the middle level.

There is also the Pure Altar's Extermination Array, eighty-one Yuan Dan Realms join forces, and they can kill any one of the middle ranks of the Chong Pulse Realm, but Yeyang didn't even move his body, he just stood there, and he didn't see how to make a move, and everyone spat blood from their mouths, and they were seriously injured and flew upside down, without the power to fight back.

The entire Pure World Killing Altar joined forces, and it barely held him back for less than an hour, and all of them were seriously injured, while Yeyang only suffered some minor injuries, which was harmless at all, and it was not a contrast at all.

Yeyang is not only amazingly fast, like a shadow that comes and goes without a trace, no attack can touch the corner of his clothes, and can accurately avoid all injuries and hidden weapons, and strongly contain the situation.

The means are even more powerful, the attack is merciless, either seriously injured or unconscious, the sense of battle is extremely strong, and he can always take advantage of the weakness to enter, hit the vital point, and make people lose their combat effectiveness, but they are not injured in the slightest.

However, this does not mean that he is soft-hearted, on the contrary, he is like a weapon of battle and murder from beginning to end, with a stiff indifference on his face, even such a beautiful woman as the Golden Sword God King was killed by him without any mercy, and he still acted as if nothing happened, without the slightest wave.

The killer doesn't need too much emotion, and there is only a relationship of interest between several lords, and the death of the Golden Sword God King is not too sad for the two of them, the Man King in White and the Demon King of Chixiao, but there is still a lot of sadness about the death of the rabbit and the fox.

When the Golden Sword God King sprayed blood and splashed it on the white clothes, the night sun in the eyes of the white-clothed man king was still so calm, he originally thought that this person was a cold-blooded animal.

He didn't expect that Yeyang would be able to catch the boy who fell down the attic, and snatched the dagger that the boy stabbed out of the sneak attack, patted his head with a calm face, and then threw the naughty boy upstairs.

I also didn't expect that after they announced their surrender, Yeyang could gently wipe the blood from the face of the Chixiao Demon King, put his shoulders on his shoulders in a friendly way, and went to "ask" the old altar master's opinion together.

This is a fickle and scheming person, in fact, the king of white was thinking about it, but a voice pulled his thoughts back: "This king of white man, where is your old altar master?"

"Don't dare, don't call it that, in Xia Zhangling, the word is far away, just call my name in the future, the old altar master is not far away, and he will be there soon." The white-clothed man Wang Zhang Ling reacted with a stirring spirit, shaking the folding fan and replying with a strong smile.

"That's good, I'm really interested in this old altar master of our Pure World Killing Altar, it should be a very good old man, right?"

"Yes, the old altar master of our pure altar is indeed a very good old ...... Predecessor. Zhang Ling replied with a smile, but there was a drum in his heart, old man, only you dare to call him that.