Seventy-nine years ago, the demon cultivation was weak, it was rumored that there was a demon who opened the door of hell to change the existing situation of the demon cultivation, and countless monsters escaped from the troubled world, the world will be chaotic, and the strong people of the human race went out to help the war, and the enemy was in the abyss of the ancient country of calamity, only more than a month after the start of the war, the strong people of the human race have fallen, and the casualties are heavy, and some of the immortals who have retreated from the world have also come out one after another, destroying the mountain with one punch, and breaking the river with one finger...... Kill the army of hell 36,000 miles back

Legend has it that a huge beast that covered the sky and the sun crawled out of hell and destroyed tens of thousands of cities with a single foot, but there was a man sitting on his head.

It is also rumored that a mysterious woman in armor walked out of hell surrounded by the aura of destruction, and the sky changed color.

Jiuxiao was in great trouble, and the human race spread the news that the demon clan wanted to join forces with it to jointly defend against the enemy, but in January, the demon emperor of the demon clan brought 3,000 demon kings to help fight, destroying countless enemies, and the hell army retreated 70,000 miles.

A year later, the number of the Hell Army increased instead of decreasing, and the vitality of the Nine Heavens Army was greatly damaged, and the battlefield spread for hundreds of thousands of miles.

An old immortal who was more than 3,000 years old took out a token before he died, and asked everyone to use it as a medium to summon the legendary Death Pavilion, and exchange his soul for a shot.

The Reaper Pavilion is alive, and he promised to make an unconditional attack once, but only one person came to the Reaper Pavilion, and seventy-three swords were swords, and the 30,000 miles of demon troops retreated.

Two years and six months, the gates of hell were wide open, and the endless demon army of hell poured out, and no one could stop it.

This year is winter, regardless of race, no matter the realm, all kneeling on the ground and worshiping to the east, asking the gods to bless me Jiuxiao.

On the second day, it rained heavily, and every drop of rain was blood-colored.

A young man holding a black stone sword appeared out of thin air in the rain curtain, and the rain curtain fell backwards with a sword in his hand.

The demon army of Hell all knelt down and retreated to the gates of hell, and the young man wrote three words on the door with a sword, but no one recognized them, according to rumors, they were three sealable runes to seal the gates of hell from causing trouble in the world again.

After the three characters were engraved, the young man stuck the stone sword on the door and floated away, and no one has seen him since.

It is rumored that this person covered his face with a light veil, but everyone who saw it was immersed in the peerless elegance of the youth.

There are immortals who are not far from the immortal who is fortunate to draw a side face of the young man, and the picture scroll is out, and all things are poured for it, but the painter said that this picture scroll did not draw the young man's elegance in case.

It is rumored that this person is the embodiment of the evil god in the world, in order to save the common people from fire and water.

Although the demon army retreated, but soon after the outbreak of a huge plague in the nine heavens, the body of the infected person will be partially demonized, the onset of confusion, bloodthirsty and murderous, if not controlled, it will not be long before the demonic qi in the body can not be controlled, resulting in the demonic qi in the body and died.

Soon after, the infected person discovered that if he channeled and used the demonic qi in his body with the cultivation method of demonic cultivation, the demonic qi would strengthen himself and greatly increase his combat power in a short period of time.

Six years later, a demon dao master comprehended the mystery of the part of the demonic qi in his body, causing the demonic qi to be sublimated, so that he became the most powerful existence in the Nine Heavens at that time, except for those hidden immortals.

It's a pity that the situation was unexpected, but three years later, the demon dao master was unable to control the demonic qi in his body, causing the demonic qi to erode his body, devouring himself, and his death was miserable.

But he still pointed out a path for the demon cultivator, so that the originally weak demon cultivator rose quickly, and it only took thirty years to become an existence second only to the righteous path.

And the righteous path immortals also found that the heaven and earth aura above the nine heavens, and the originally thin heavenly vitality, suddenly increased dramatically, and those righteous path powerhouses who could not break the mirror due to the lack of heavenly vitality broke the mirror one after another.

However, the originally powerful demon clan suffered heavy casualties and had to stay away from the world to recuperate.

Above the nine skies, there are three legs.

That battle was called the "Battle of the Demon Slay" by the Righteous Path, and the "Battle of the Demons" by the Demon Cult.

And that plague was called the "Blood Demon Curse" by the world.

Everything in the world is on track, and this era is known as the "Mandate of Heaven", and the day the gates of hell are opened is known as the "First Year of Destiny".

Today is the seventy-ninth year since the gates of hell were opened, that is, the seventy-ninth year of the Mandate of Heaven.

...... in an unknown canyon in the Forest of Death

In the distance, an unknown bird flew from the sky, crossed a graceful arc, and flew into the sky, as if to break through the sky.

Following the bird in front, a big gray bird with more than a foot in the wind fluttered its wings and chased the figure in front, seeing that the beautiful bird was about to be caught up by the big bird behind, suddenly, the beautiful bird in front of it stopped, as if in the middle of the evil stopped in mid-air, the big bird behind seemed to smile and stretched out the claws that flashed with cold light, flapped its wings and pounced on the bird in front.

Suddenly, a string of flowing piano sounds came into his ears, and for some reason there was a trace of bitterness in his eyes, and he also stopped quietly in mid-air, unable to fly to the bird he had been thinking about for a long time.

Looking at it, it was not only them, as if everything in this world had calmed down in an instant, and the reason was the boy in white who was gently plucking the seven-stringed guqin not far away.

The melodious notes flow out of the piano like flowing water, the meaning is as deep as the sea of stars, so that the heaven and the earth are immersed, and the beauty of the sound is like the distant mountains that make the heaven and the earth intoxicated.

Look at the boy who played the piano again—I saw that he covered his eyes with a white veil, and his long black hair like a waterfall was draped behind him. Flawless white jade-like skin is crystal clear, shimmering with a hazy halo in the soft sunlight.

At the age of five or six, the boy already has a face that is enough to defy the sky, and at a young age, he is captivating the country and the city.

Although I can't see his eyes, even so, his beauty is enough to make ripples in the hearts of anyone in this world.

He is like an immortal who has fallen into this mortal world, a god in the divine palace.

The fingertips moved slightly, the sound of the piano was still the same, and unconsciously, a transcendent momentum emanated from this small body, and the sound of the piano gradually became ethereal, and the boy seemed to turn into a proud immortal standing on a high mountain.

I saw that he was arrogant, facing the sky with Ling Tian's momentum, with a sword in his hand, as if he could break thousands of feet of red dust, Ling Tian's sword intent was across the heavens and the earth, endless.

This scene caused the boy to sigh.

It turned out that the immortal on the mountain stood proudly but his eyes were blank, and the sword intent in his hand was Ling Tian, but there was no blade.

It is an immortal and not an immortal, and a sword is not a sword.

Tangible and unintentional, intentional and ungodly.

The boy was unwilling, his little face showed a hint of determination, and his fingers like jade onions swept across the strings, and the sound of the piano suddenly turned high-pitched.

The immortal smiled proudly, holding the sword and pointing at the sky, what he saw was only the indifference of being proud of the world, the three-foot long sword buzzed, and the sword qi separated from it, turning into a sword shadow in the sky, and its edge was growing.

The boy closed his eyes, and the sound of the piano gradually calmed down, like a pool of autumn water, like an ocean, without waves, just like the eyes closed by the immortals, bottomless.

The sword qi in the sky was like flowing water, slowly flowing towards the three-foot long sword in the hand of the immortal, and time seemed to be stuck in a quagmire around the boy and became slow, and the space was filled with pure sword intent, without any fireworks - only the sword.

Suddenly, a high-pitched piano sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the heavens and the earth listened to it, and the sword intent in the sky dissipated.

Accompanied by loneliness, lonely for thousands of years, there is only a proud bone and a long sword.

Where the sword points to, where the heart goes, even if the sky wants to stop me, I will cut it with a sword.

I have one sword, and I only have one!!

One person and one sword face the world, and he is still not afraid.

The immortal wanted to open his eyes, but the boy was no longer able to support it, and there was a "dang" sound.

The string is broken—

The boy's face was pale, his breath was disordered, and a wisp of green silk gradually turned white from the root, the boy was helpless, but he smiled bitterly and brushed the seven-stringed guqin that had broken three roots, and a drop of crimson blood on his jade-like fingers slid down the strings, which was beautiful and desolate.

After a long time, everything in heaven and earth returned to the original state, the big gray bird gave up the small bird that fled in front of it, and turned to fly towards the boy, the gray wings crossed the sky, the big bird's body was like electricity, and his eyes were full of hatred with a trace of grievance.

The hair of the boy on the ground was blown by the strong wind brought by the big gray bird's swoop, and the boy was startled, and nine white giant tails were born out of thin air, quickly wrapping the boy tightly, the big gray bird looked fiercely, his wings flapped violently, and eight sharp claws like sharp blades pierced straight to the blood feathers.

The claws slashed through the void, leaving a meteor-like scratch, and a gust of wind stabbed into the white tail in front of Blood Feather.

Blood Feather screamed, how could the thin body withstand such a strong wind and waves, but it was blown away by the strong wind stirred up by the big bird, the big bird flapped its wings, and chased forward like a streamer, and when it came to the blood feather, the big bird shook its body, and a few gray feathers in the sky slowly fell, and how could I see any gray big bird, only to see a childish child of three or four years old falling from the sky, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and fluttering gray clothes, just like a bright color in this earthly world.

But his face was fierce, and there was a trace of grievance in his eyes, pointing at the boy who came out of the giant tail and shouting, "Blood Feather, how many times have you said this, this is the first time, I recruited you and provoked you, why do you always do good things to me?"

The boy known as Blood Feather scratched his head and smiled at the fierce boy with an embarrassed expression, "I...... I didn't mean to!"

"Besides, Sister Buchun is here to listen to me play the piano, obviously I don't want to play with you, what are you doing chasing after others" Speaking of this, Blood Feather retracted the giant tail behind him, sorted out the white clothes on his body, and looked at the gray-clothed child with a puzzled expression.

When the childish boy heard this, his face turned red, he waved his hand, turned his back to Xueyu, and coughed twice, "Ahem...... I'm ...... Is that...... That's a competition with your Sister Buchun. ”

The childish boy nodded his head and said with a firm look in his eyes, "Yes...... It's all about learning. ”

After speaking, the childish boy looked at the blood feather, and saw that there was a trace of doubt on his innocent and beautiful face, and he wanted to make a move with a trace of shame and anger on his face, but he saw the gray-clothed childlike child who was covered by white sand, but he couldn't bear it, and the childish boy sighed in his heart, but a fierce expression appeared on his face, "Don't change the topic, say, why is it always bad for me, cough cough...... It's to disturb me, I'll talk to you Sister Buchun!!"

Blood Feather wanted to answer, but the childish boy gave him a chance, he finally found a reason, and how to allow the blood feather to dig a pit for him again, only to see the childish child sneered and suddenly jumped up and grabbed the fox ears on the head of the blood feather before he could put it away, and the blood feather felt that the child pounced and wanted to dodge, but how could he hide from the gray-clothed boy who was as fast as the wind, and the two devil's claws were simple to dodge.

As soon as the fox ears grabbed a tingling sensation, it immediately spread all over the body of the blood feather, as if the whole body strength was sucked away, and the blood feather was suddenly thrown to the ground by the gray-clothed child, and a painful moan came from the mouth of the blood feather, and was ridden under the gray-clothed child, and the beautiful face of the blood feather couldn't help but show a trace of helplessness and grievance that I saw pity.

The boy in gray felt that something was going straight to his brain? No...... It was a hint of pity that welled up in my heart......