At the northern foot of Daqing Mountain, the shade of the mountain, the sun is not seen all year round, and all kinds of bryophytes are rampant.

The yin of the mountain, the humidity is extremely heavy, the yin air is dense, it is the rainy season all year round, the black clouds and dense fog do not disperse all the year round, it looks like a ghost from a distance, it makes people feel cold.

This is the most famous place of yin and evil within a radius of 100 miles of Ram City, where hundreds of thousands of evil spirits are hovering, it is the place of spiritual death, and the forbidden area of life.

During the day, many evil spirits hide under the black mist, cultivating evil spirits, and at night they go around eating living beings, and they lie dormant at night, and so on for 500 years.

For five hundred years, the Yin of the Mountain has always been a paradise for evil spirits, but five hundred years ago it was not such a scene, although there were many evil spirits at that time, but it was not a climate, because the spiritual monks of Ram City would come to kill evil spirits regularly, especially those who already had wisdom and advanced evil spirits, and they would kill them all.

Until five hundred years ago, the Ram City Spiritual Cultivator formed a team to go to the Yin of the Mountain to punish the evil, but a very ordinary action had an accident, and none of the more than 100 spiritual disciples who went to the evil spirit survived, such a shocking thing naturally alarmed the ancestors of the Ram Ancestral Temple, and the six Nine Rank Ancestors were extremely angry, and decided to completely exterminate the evil spirits of the Yin of the Mountain by the five of them.

The side of the couch does not allow others to snore!

The five ancestors fought their swords into the yin of the mountain, thinking that it was a battle to sweep the cave and plow the court, but they didn't expect to fall into a battle of life and death.

It turned out that the new neighbor they had just moved in was not the nine-rank night spirit they thought, but the eight-pin, one grade apart, but it was a world of difference, this battle was the most tragic battle in the history of the Ram clan, five nine-rank soldiers killed three in the battle, and two returned seriously injured.

Such a fiasco made the Ram clan extremely weak, and there was only one Jiupin Ancestor independent support from the top and bottom of the clan, which not only had no power to punish evil, but also attracted the covetousness of internal and external forces to Ram City.

It is also the luck of the Ram Clan, in this stormy time, the only eight-grade ancestor of the Ram Clan returned from the Ram Tour, and as soon as he returned, he shook the internal and external forces, and stabilized the big tree of the Ram Clan.

The Ram clan immediately launched a purge battle, and overnight, half of the Ram City family was lost, and the bloody aura lingered in Ram City for half a year.

At the same time, the Ram clan and the big and small forces of the Ram City presided over the expansion of the Ram City, and since then there have been two more gates in the Ram City, Ping'an Gate and Qingshui Gate, and the Ram Clan has also had four more door gods.

The worries in the ram city were cleared, and the ancestor of the ram tour party freed his hand, he went deep into the yin of the mountain alone, and invited the night spirit who was also the eighth grade, and the ram tour party fought with the eight-rank evil spirit for a hundred days without winning or losing, and the ram tour returned to the temple to begin retreat and penance.

A hundred years have passed in a hurry, and the Ram clan finally ushered in the first seven-grade ancestor, and as soon as the Ram You Fang came out, he re-entered the Yin of the Mountain.

In the first battle, he cut off the arm of the eight-rank night spirit, in the crisis situation, the night spirit launched the night escape technique to escape, the ancestor of the You Fang regretted it, he was too confident, this hundred years, no one wasted it, although the night spirit did not enter the seventh grade, but also cultivated for a great increase, now the night spirit escaped, there will be endless troubles.

The Ram Tour returned depressed and quietly left Ram City half a year later.

Five years later, the ram entered the yin of the mountain three times, leaving a hundred-foot psychic sword mark.

The ancestor quietly returned to Ram City and entered the ancestral temple, and never took a step out of the temple again until the end of his life.

After the Ram You Fang, he left the Ram clan with a inheritance spirit sword and eight rank Youlong, and wrote down the warning ancestral motto: The yin of the mountain, the evil spirit rises again, do not enter the seventh grade, and do not trespass.

......

In the shade of the mountain, in front of the Batu Cave, there is a long and narrow stream, the stream is straight, extending a hundred feet from east to west, half a meter wide from north to south, more than three feet deep, the flowing water is murmuring, clear to the bottom, so the spirit stream is not naturally generated, the water in the stream is also extraordinary water, it is rootless water, the stream has no source, and appears out of thin air.

When ordinary people see such a miraculous stream, they will definitely bow down and worship and worship it as a miracle, because there is a crystal rain of light above the stream, and the spiritual rain is continuous, never intermittent, and the clear water and clear stream flow for as long as the spiritual rain lasts.

But the one-armed old man by the stream regarded it as usual, the old man stood by the stream with his body bent, with a smile on his lips, his eyes were cloudy, the old man's empty sleeves rose and fell in the wind, and his thin left hand was holding a black wooden cane, and he nagged at the stream with a calm face: "Ram Youfang, Ram Youfang, five hundred years, your ram clan and the old man's grievances have been five hundred years, four hundred years ago, you broke my arm, but also broke my spiritual path, a night escape, the old man can not step into the seven products for life." ”

"When you were alive, the old man endured it, and when you died, the old man endured it, and this forbearance has been endured for four hundred years, and even the three Jiupin boys who were killed by the old man at the beginning have to be cultivated into land...... It's been too long, so long that the old man has forgotten what his name is, but the hatred in the old man's heart has deepened, and I don't dare to touch it myself, I'm afraid that if I touch it, I can't help it anymore!"

"Do you know? You Ram Clan, the current Dragon Sword Master is dead, the four little guys are about to cultivate to the eighth grade, you said that if I swallow them, how many more arms can I grow, three? or four? Well, you must not know, you must not know, don't worry, it's fast! It's fast!"

A cold wind blew, the old man's waist was all the way, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he scolded coldly: "Who?"

"It's me! it's me...... Nightlight!"

The black qi dispersed, and a monster with severed hands and feet, and cicada wings with a human face, fell miserably, and the monster fell to the ground and turned into a man in black with a broken arm.

As soon as the man saw that the old man's knees were weak, he knelt on the ground, and cried out in a wah-wow-wow-wow: "Yeweng, you have to be the master of the little one...... That chased me all night, and the little one almost didn't see you. ”

After listening to Yelang's words, the cold temperature on his face disappeared, he slowly walked to Yelang's side step by step, bent down and whispered in Yelang's ear: "Yelang! You didn't kill any of the messengers of the temple, and you provoked the meteor envoy under the night sky, you didn't do anything, and you came back with a lot of trouble, and you came back to ask me to make decisions for you, isn't that so?"

The old man's voice was very soft, as light as a feather across his heart, but it made Yelang's heart tremble to death.

"Knock! knock......"

Yelang kowtowed in fear, and begged in his mouth: "Ancestor spare his life! Ancestor spare his life, please give the villain another chance, give the villain another chance!"

The old man smiled lightly: "Look at what scares you, get up! You are always different, you are cultivated by the old man himself, such as my own son, and when this matter is over, the old man will avenge you!"

Yelang was moved and hugged the old man's legs, and cried, "Ah Weng, I know, I know that you are the best for Lang'er, Lang'er will do things well in the future, and he will no longer disappoint Ah Weng." "The old thing is killing me.

Ye Weng gently patted Ye Lang's back, and ice slag was cold in his eyes, "Damn waste, this little thing can't be done, bear with it, stay for a while, stay for a while, stay for a while......"