Qingshan City, by the mountains and rivers, is a good place, it is rumored that there are "immortals" living on the green mountains, which is extraordinary, but no one has really seen it. And the folk, because of human nature, greed, lust, anger, jealousy, etc., and so on, there are many evils, sometimes there are "immortals" or "Taoists" to save the world, accumulate merits, and leave all kinds of strange legends, which are talked about by ordinary people and the world.

At this time, outside Qingshan City, the beggars didn't know what evil they had provoked, within one day, three people died, and they didn't even see a single corpse, the little beggar looked at the empty temple that was scattered away, sighed slightly, and sighed: "This is not a good life for a few days, and you have to starve again, go out to forage for food, like a mouse, when is the head!"

The little beggar reined in his mood and knew that a beggar like himself could not even eat enough to eat, and could not learn the martial arts of the world. Second, he can't go through the road of literature and Taoism, and if he doesn't have money, he can't enter the hall, how can he learn words. Both civil and military are cut off, people like him, how miserable, in fact, sometimes it is not these beggars who are willing to be beggars, but in fact, there is no way to persecute them, and they have come to such a desperate point.

Now, he encountered another evil spirit, and he didn't know whether he should stay in this place or not.

However, it is easy to leave here, and where to go becomes a question again.

Inside the ruined temple, the little beggar looked at the Buddha statue with a broken head in front of him, wiped the dust with his hands, gritted his teeth in the end, packed his bags and planned to leave here.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a shocking roaring sound came from outside the domain, and the sky suddenly opened a huge crack, a pitch-black fireball, the violent and violent power of the carrier, broke through the boundary, and descended on this world, and then a treasure light rose to the sky, a vast and immortal existence, the qi machine lasts forever, and when lying prone in the sky, it is to show the means of chasing the stars and taking the moon, and collect the secret treasure in it.

At this moment, a fragment of a magic knife fell in front of the little beggar.

"Is this the chance of a change in my fate?"

In the major restaurants, the storyteller doesn't know how many stories he has told, and the protagonist of these stories has not got a chance, so he rose against the sky, rose in the sky, and became a famous character.

For the little beggar, these are very distant and unattainable things, however, now it is a chance to fall from heaven, and he hurriedly planned to run over to pick up the fragments of the magic knife on the ground, but a figure gave him the first step.

"Immortals?"

Looking at the white-clothed swordsman who suddenly appeared in front of him, the little beggar couldn't help but say in shock.

"Well, why is there a beggar here! Forget it, it's just an ant, let's look at the treasure in my hand first. The white-clothed swordsman, when he heard the voice of the little beggar, looked back in surprise, and then shook his head again, and withdrew his gaze, a beggar is not worth his attention, and in ordinary times, even if he looks at it like that, he will not be willing to do it.

Touching the fragment of the magic knife in his hand with his hand, the spiritual power was injected into it, and the rotten and dilapidated aura permeated the Dao cracks densely spread all over the fragments of the magic knife, making this white-clothed swordsman frown, seemingly quite dissatisfied, and said with a helpless sigh: "Forget it, it's just a piece of garbage, losing the Dao rhyme and the fragment of the magic pattern, even the most garbage magic weapon is incomparable, what is the use of keeping it." ”

In the eyes of the white-clothed swordsman, such garbage, he can have as much as he wants, so he naturally won't care, shook his head in disappointment, restrained his excitement just now, threw it on the ground at will, and flew away.

"Gone?" The little beggar was at a loss from beginning to end, the existence of "immortals" did not know how many times more terrifying than the so-called rivers and lakes, such a character, in ordinary times, it is difficult to see one. However, today he saw it, and I have to say that his luck was excellent, and he hurriedly walked over to pick up the fragments of the magic knife discarded by the "immortals", intending to find a hidden place, settle down, and seek a way to survive.

To his surprise, as soon as the "immortal" on the front foot left, the hidden evil ran out, and a weasel with a foul smell left all over his body stared closely at the fragment of the magic knife in the little beggar's hand, and said: "Little beggar, hand over what you have in your hand, I will spare you from death." ”

The goblin is fierce, and it is not like a mortal character like a little beggar who can compete with it. I couldn't allow the little beggar to move half a minute, but I felt that it was dark in front of me, and I was stunned by such a strong breath.

"Good baby, really good baby!" This fragment of the magic knife, although it is not a good thing, but it is also for an existence like a white-clothed swordsman, like a weasel like a poor man, naturally he sees everything and thinks it is good, and he will not feel bad, and it is already a fluke to have the opportunity to get such a fragment, and he has picked up a big bargain, how to be unhappy.

However, just as the weasel happily put away the fragment of the magic knife in his hand, an old antique hidden inside jumped out, looked at the weasel outside, and the little beggar, and thought: "The little weasel dares to contaminate my things and give me death." ”

The next moment, the fragment of the magic knife shook, and with a sudden rotation, it cut off the weasel's head, sucked off the blood in his body, leaving only an empty weasel fragment, which fell to the ground, and after absorbing the blood of this weasel, this demon path fragment was restored to the point of a waste material, and there was no movement.

When the moon appeared at night, the little beggar woke up from his sleep, and among them were some masters in the cultivation world. However, these masters came and went, hurried by, and did not get anything, even the fragment of the magic knife, because it was hidden under the stinking and smoky seclusion of the weasel, and was selectively ignored by everyone.

As for ants like the little beggar, they won't go to his ants, disgusted that he has soiled his hands, but there are also some masters who have checked the memory of the little beggar and traced everything here, but they didn't see the reason for it, and they left in a huff.

The little beggar felt that his body was cold, and his lips were a little blue and purple from the top and bottom of his body, and he shivered a few times, rubbed his arms and limbs vigorously, and finally recovered to a little bit of heat, gasped heavily, and said, "I'm not dead?"

In the little beggar's thoughts, when they encountered such a thing as evil, they mortals could not resist these evil spirits at all, and it was impossible for them to survive, but now they were good, the weasel goblin, disappeared without a trace, and they couldn't help but have doubts in their hearts.

After a long time, the little beggar looked around, he was able to escape from death, and saw the "immortals", he felt that this generation could boast.

Just when he was packing up his things, he immediately found the weasel skin in the distance, remembering all the previous things, an astonishing guess appeared in his mind, "Could it be that an immortal made a move and killed it?" Stroking the weasel skin in his hand, the little beggar's heart was even more firm in his thoughts, and the heart that was as calm as water also set off a lot of waves, standing there motionless, thinking for a moment, and shaking slightly, the fragment of the magic knife fell from the weasel skin to the ground.

"This is the fairy treasure. The little beggar's breath was a little heavy, there was no way, like such an immortal's magic weapon, he had never seen it in his life, and he had never thought of it, it seemed that he was a little too happy, and said a little proudly: "When I sell you, I can marry a mother-in-law, and when the time comes, I will have a child, and it will not be in vain for me to walk in this world." ”

"Boy, are you just a little bit out like this?" The reason why the magic knife fragment chose this little beggar is that it is easy to control without him, a weasel like him is like an existence, and this little beggar is different, if he can be cultivated well, it is not impossible to take away his future, live a new life, and provide help.

As for taking away a little beggar, he doesn't look down on it.

He is like the medicine elder who broke through the sky world, planning to cultivate this little beggar and help him condense his flesh and blood body, wouldn't it be better to ascend to the sky directly.

Besides, even if you don't find a suitable one by then, it's okay to just take away this kid.

This demon head also has an idea, that is, to cultivate this little beggar into a seed, let him take root and sprout, grow the roots, and eat it in one go, nourish himself, and complete the transformation of the demon path.

Demons are ruthless, disregard for sentient beings, and will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals.

Now the little beggar is his idle chess, just wait quietly for him to take root and sprout, just like cutting leeks, and harvest.

Such a demon is still small, if he encounters a big devil, directly suppresses the world, harvests those who ascend, and goes up to die one by one, then it is the real ferocity.

But he couldn't do it, otherwise, why would he be in such a state of exile.

At this moment, an indifferent voice suddenly sounded in the little beggar's mind, and a world-famous demon head seduced him: "Boy, do you want to cultivate immortals?"

"Naturally. The little beggar looked around with some suspicion, and glanced down at the magic knife in his hand, and already had some guesses, people are small and big, don't underestimate these children, sometimes, even adults, are not as smart and intelligent as these children.

After carefully examining the fragment of the magic knife in his hand, he did not find anything wrong, and the little beggar's face became even more solemn.

"Boy, this is a magic skill, you take it and practice well, within three days, go and catch three cows, or three tigers to feed me, otherwise, I will eat you." "The devil is ferocious, he opens the door to the mountains, and the magic sound fills his ears, like falling into a stormy boat, and it is a kind of doom to perish anytime and anywhere.

"Don't worry, senior, I will do it. ”

Although, this devil's request is a bit difficult for the little beggar, but in order not to be killed by this devil now, he has no choice, and the desperate little beggar can only agree.

"Great Heavenly Demon Skill. ”

This is an extremely mysterious exercise, inherited from the Demon Continent outside the Blur Continent, it is rumored that the continent is a demon world, the Demon Dao Supreme does not know how many, the demon Dao powerhouses of the major worlds, after entering the eternal world, will be automatically divided to that side. Therefore, there is a ferocious aura permeated that side of the world all year round, and it is difficult for everyone to get close.

Even those powerful sects and forces can only fight the autumn wind outside and go deep inside, but they never dare.

This demon is from that continent, with his arrival, the fate of the little beggar has changed dramatically, and the mysterious and profound magic text resounded in the heart of the little beggar.

Even if he doesn't recognize a word, it doesn't hurt, these are extremely original knowledge and creation, which have been polished by the devil and are easy to understand to the extreme. It's a pity that the little beggar still can't, so he hurriedly shouted and said, "Senior, I know how to practice, how can I cultivate this?"

"I forgot. Now hearing the voice of the little beggar, he is quite annoyed, but he has no choice but to share a little soul power and teach the little beggar some basic knowledge, lest he die directly.

Demon Gong is immortal for God, which means that the cultivation of Demon Gong has many dead and few people who survive.

The demons of the Demon Continent, I don't know how many people really went mad because of their cultivation of demon skills, and completely fell into the demon realm, unable to extricate themselves, and finally committed suicide.

Now the demon still needs the little beggar to help him recover the power of qi, blood and soul, these things, naturally he will not let him die, after transmitting these memories to the little beggar, and after instructing him to cultivate correctly, he disappeared without a trace, fell into a deep sleep, and resumed his retreat.

The little beggar was excited, and he obtained magic skills, such a creation is simply rare in the world.

Even if it's something like magic skills, it sounds creepy, it's the enemy of the world, and the fate of the devil in the story is often killed by the young heroes, and he still cultivates without hesitation.

Just like his position, a little beggar is just a mustard, and in that case, the so-called righteous path and demon path are not so important.

Carefully scrutinized, the exercises in my mind, carefully studied every word, and fell into cultivation.

Suddenly, a wave of unsettled, wave after wave, the little beggar didn't have much time to cultivate at all, and a gust of wind sounded in his ears, and an agent of the Time and Space Administration Bureau descended on this place, looking at the little beggar in front of him curiously, exuding a terrifying power like the sea, frowned, stretched out his hand, and extracted the demon remnant soul of the magic knife in the little beggar's hand.

"Who are you, why did you arrest me?" the devil struggled hard, he finally escaped from that big battle, he thought that he could get away with it for a while, and he could return to his former position, but no one thought that he had just come out and had not breathed much fresh air, but he was caught, and his heart was extremely bitter, and he shouted angrily.

"Time and Space Authority. "It was a young man who grabbed him, looked at the demon soul in front of him, and immediately used the glasses he was wearing to firmly determine the value of this demon soul, estimated at 135 million energy points.

"This person's value is okay, and he can make a small fortune. The young man smiled slightly, exchanged the demon soul, looked at the dinging on his account, the skyrocketing energy points, and was very happy, glanced at the little beggar in front of him, and said, "Your luck is good, let me catch a demon soul." Today, I am in a good mood, and I will give you a transformation. ”

After all, it is the most basic auxiliary program that is thrown to the little beggar, this kind of small program, the value of energy points is extremely low, only tens of thousands of energy points are needed, compared to this harvest, it is just a drop in the bucket.

In this world, the cycle of cause and effect, he doesn't want to be too involved with this little beggar, cause and effect are difficult to break, like some demons, he has the intention of killing him directly. However, the people of the Time and Space Administration are different, they have to abide by the law, if they dare to mess around, there will be a big problem, he doesn't want to lose his good future because of a little beggar, and if he takes away someone else's grandfather, at least he has to give some compensation.

"Well, the Space-Time Administration, the Demon Soul, what are they, they sound so powerful. The little beggar looked blank, looked at the young man of the Time and Space Administration in front of him, and muttered in a low voice.