Some people say that if the practice is not for killing, it will be meaningless.

Maybe Fang Xue Hate wouldn't understand this statement, but in the land of the Southern Barbarians, there was a race that believed in killing, and it had always existed.

Since the beginning of heaven and earth, there has been peace and war, and it has not changed for tens of thousands of years.

The Phantom Soul Race is an ancient and powerful race that lives with heaven and earth.

Ten thousand years ago, Fang Yan killed the Phantom Spirit Clan with one person and one sword, and everyone in the world thought that there was no Phantom Spirit Clan in the world again, but they didn't know that just the few remaining people had resurrected the Phantom Spirit Clan, and now it has formed a community with a population of hundreds of people.

The land of the Southern Barbarians is barren, and it is difficult for ordinary people to survive, but the aura in the heaven and earth here is rich, and it is several times more than the land of Kyushu, and it is a paradise for monks.

The land of the Southern Barbarians is extremely vast, although it is sparsely populated, it is not the only one of the Phantom Clans, in addition to it, there are dozens of other large and small tribal groups.

Compared to the land of Kyushu, the people here are generally shorter, like weeds growing on the poor soil, and they will never grow tall.

Today is the great day of the Phantom Soul Clan, the Holy Maiden of the Clan, the Rite of Passage.

The people of the Phantom Spirit Clan are all surnamed Candle, and they claim to be the descendants of Candle Jiuyin, the god of Zhongshan Mountain, but in fact, the outside world is more willing to believe that they are the remnants of the ancient evil spirit Candle.

Hundreds of people from the Phantom Spirit tribe gathered together, feasted dozens of zhang, cooked cattle and slaughtered sheep, sang and danced, and was very lively.

"Everyone, be quiet!" Elder Candle raised his arms and shouted, and everyone looked at him: "Today is the coming-of-age ceremony of the Holy Maiden of Xianqing, and I myself have a gift to give to the Holy Maiden, to express my heart." ”

Everyone was very curious about what kind of gift Candle Yu would give, and everyone was looking forward to it, but he was indifferent, just quietly looking into the distance.

Half a pillar of incense time passed, and just when everyone was disappointed, a burst of beast hooves came, bringing up dust all the way.

"Floating Cloud Beast, it's the son of Jin Han who is back!"

People shouted the name of Candle Jinhan, and the excitement was unusual.

The young man who rode the vigorous floating cloud beast back in the wind was none other than Candle Jinhan.

This once-in-a-millennium cultivation genius of the Phantom Soul Clan is known as the man of "the last hope of the Phantom Clan".

Candle Jinhan was dressed in a navy blue robe dancing and hunting, he had a short knife pinned to his waist, and there was a person on the back of the Floating Cloud Beast, a dead man.

Soon Candle Jinhan came to everyone, he jumped off the Floating Cloud Beast, took down the dead man, walked up to the high platform, and said loudly: "Everyone, this is the adult gift that Elder Candle Yu gave to Xianqing, and it is also a part of my heart. ”

Everyone wondered, why did Candle Yu send Xian Qing a dead man today? Isn't this a big taboo?

If Fang Xue hated this, he would definitely be surprised, this person, he knew, not only knew, but also very familiar.

Candle Yu smiled and said to everyone: "Let's take a closer look, this person is not an ordinary person, he was a powerful monk before his death, and his body is pregnant with the blood of the ancient fierce beast Zhu Yan!"

"What!

People were shocked, Zhu Yan's notoriety was like thunder, how could the weak body of a human being withstand Zhu Yan's essence and blood?

Everyone looked at each other, and they all looked different, all speculating about the purpose of bringing this person back from Candle Yu.

Only today's protagonist, the Holy Maiden Xianqing, sat on the throne without saying a word, neither happy nor sad.

She was veiled, her head bowed, her eyes were complicated, and she seemed to have a lot on her mind.

"Yes, although this person has been dead for a long time, his body has not rotted at all, and only Zhu Yan's essence and blood can not be afraid of the power of the sun and the moon!"

Candle Yu said happily: "I will resurrect this person with great magical powers, make him the protector of the Holy Maiden, and protect the Holy Maiden for the rest of her life." ”

There was another uproar, and the crowd was boiling.

"Is Elder Candle Yu going to use the Six Soul Yang Snatching Technique to bring this person back to life?"

"If that's the case, then this gift is too valuable!"

"No, the Six Sunsnatchers do not resurrect the dead, it only implants a fixed spiritual wisdom in the dead man's mind, so that the resurrected person can act according to this spiritual wisdom. ”

"But even so, it's remarkable. ”

People talked a lot, and Candle Jinhan kept looking at Xianqing, his eyes were gentle and full of love.

As people speculated, the purpose of the candle remnant is to get the dead back on their feet, and to have complete loyalty, loyalty to Xianqing.

In fact, the Phantom people say that it is high-end, and the name in the land of Kyushu is puppetry.

The Six Divine Spell is also a type of puppetry, but it is more powerful than ordinary puppets and can cast spells on the dead, while ordinary puppets cannot do it, and can only be used on the living.

The corpse that had been dead for a long time stood upright, and he opened his mouth and spewed out a thick breath of black gas.

"Alive!"

The clansmen were overjoyed and didn't feel mad at all.

Candle Yu clapped his hands with satisfaction, he wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said to Xianqing: "Holy Maiden, from today on, he is your protector, you can choose a name for him!"

The saint raised her head, the veil obscured her worldly face, but the cold and lonely temperament still convinced everyone.

Her lips opened lightly: "Dao." ”

"Dao?" Candle Yu thought thoughtfully: "This name is good, it has a deep meaning, this is the Dao of the Phantom Spirit Clan, and it will also be the Dao of the entire land of Shenzhou!"

Xianqing was noncommittal to Candle Yu's words, and after saying a word, she lowered her head again, there were countless jade plates of delicacies in front of her, but she didn't have any appetite.

Everyone has long been surprised, and they just feel that this is the style of the saint, and it is the expression of the saint's difference.

As if a saint should have been like this.

"Dao" walked up to the saint and then stood beside her, like a dead man without breathing, emotion, or energy.

Well, he was originally a dead man too.

"What's wrong with you? Candle Jinhan sat next to Xianqing, picked up chopsticks and sandwiched some dishes for her: "Lord Xitang is coming back soon, when he comes back, I will propose to him, will we get married?"

Xianqing's body trembled, imperceptibly.

The Holy Maiden could not have been married, but there were exceptions.

Candle Jinhan is a genius of the Phantom Spirit Clan, the kind that only comes out of thousands of years, everyone looks at him differently, and some rules are not rules for him.

Candle Jinhan has liked Xianqing since he was a child, this is well known, Xianqing became a saint, and everyone did not object to Candle Jinhan showing love to Xianqing, that is, acquiescing to his actions.

It's just that all of this has to be agreed to by Candle Xitang.

Xianqing's mother died early, and only Candle Xitang can decide her fate.

The daughter's coming-of-age ceremony at the age of fifteen, but Zhu Xitang is not there as a father, which is very unreasonable, so where did he go?

In the land of the Southern Barbarians, there is a legend about the soul of the gods.

Legend has it that the divine soul was originally transformed by the Hongmeng essence of heaven and earth, and there are only so many in total, and the endless time and endless human beings have divine souls, because the Hongmeng essence is constantly reincarnated.

In other words, everyone's divine soul has been used by others, and it does not belong to itself, and it is only the host of its life.

The divine soul endows human beings with emotions and perceptions, endows human beings with desires and lives, and the divine soul dominates the heavens and the earth.

There is a sacred mountain in the south of Nanban, named Goliang Mountain.

There is a soul stele on Gouliang Mountain, and it is rumored that the huge stele is a complete soul stele stone, which is worth against the sky.

However, no one can shake this soul monument, even if it is a small piece, it is said that it is an artifact left by the god of Gouliang in the world, used to suppress all the gods and souls in the land of Nanban, so the people of Nanban are not tall, and the longevity is shorter than that of people in Kyushu.

Why did the god of Gouliang punish the southern barbarians? Legend has it that they were disrespectful to Gouliang, and each ethnic group had their own beliefs, but no one believed in the god of Gouliang.

For example, the Phantom Spirit Clan, their belief is the Candle Nine Yin, the god of Zhongshan.

Gouliang Mountain is very peculiar, there is no vegetation more than a foot on the mountain, and the aura around it is so rich that people breathe miserable, but the monks can't use their vitality.

Candle West Hall lasted thirteen days, climbing with bare hands, both hands were worn out of the skin, blood was dripping, and finally came to the top of the mountain, in the dry cold wind, saw the huge soul stele.

The ravines and vertical lines on his face revealed the vicissitudes of life, and when he walked to the Soul Suppression Monument, Candle Xitang knelt down on his knees, put his hands together on his chest, and thought of a believer with devotion.

"Almighty God, please give me the Soul Stone and let me save my daughter!"

Candle Xitang thought softly in his mouth, and the howling cold wind blew his voice away, and he didn't know if the stone tablet had heard his appeal.

After a long time, Candle Xitang's legs were numb and his eyes were red, he stood up, looked at the Soul Suppression Tablet and said, "If you are a god, why do you want to die and not be saved? If you are not a god, why do you ask Meng Xianqing to make me your believer!"

Xianqing was sick, very sick, often babbling gibberish, and frequently going crazy in winter.

Candle Xitang didn't dare to let the clansmen know, because Xianqing was a saint, and people would not allow the saint to go crazy, which was a blasphemy against the god of Zhongshan.

A month ago, Xianqing suddenly said to Candle Xitang that the god of Gouliang entrusted her dream, and asked Candle Xitang to go to Gouliang Mountain to worship the god and be a believer in Gouliang God, and he took action to heal Xianqing.

Candle Xitang came, but the Soul Suppression Monument didn't react, as if it was a joke with him, and Candle Xitang's father and daughter stupidly believed it.

"Bang!"

Candle Xitang smashed his fist on the Soul Suppression Tablet, the Soul Suppression Tablet did not move at all, but his fingers were broken three times.

"God of Coolness!Where are you!You come out!"

Candle Xitang was a little broken, he roared wildly, but only the cold wind responded.

"Plop!"

Candle Xitang knelt on the ground, old tears in his eyes.

Once the people knew the true situation of Xianqing, she would be burned alive.

Time flows quietly, like a time that lives up to everyone's time, so quiet that people are confused.

It's dark, the starry sky in the dark night of the Nanban Land is very beautiful, the sky is full of stars flashing with brilliant light, I heard that every star is the reflection of the soul in the sky.

Candle Xitang did not give up, so he never left, he looked at the Soul Suppression Monument in a daze, looking at the last hope in his heart.

He had forgotten that today was Xianqing's coming-of-age ceremony, and he promised Xianqing to rush back to celebrate her.