This is a wilderness hut, the owner's surname is He, a middle-aged man in his early forties, who is from Xiaochi Town, a day's journey from here, in this deserted place, next to the ancient road, he has worked hard to build a simple house, providing a place for travelers to rest and drink tea, so as to earn a few hard-earned money. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At this moment, Boss He was sitting behind the counter in his shop, listening intently to the sound of wind and rain outside the house, his brows furrowed slightly, and he sighed softly.

His hut is located between the town of Koike and a large mountain in the west, Kongsang Mountain, and the ancient road outside the door has been a way of business travel since ancient times, and it is also the only way to the big city of the east, Changhe City in the East China Sea, so travelers pass by from time to time.

Now, on this stormy night, there are still a few customers in this small wilderness shop, sitting silently in the dark and dim hut, hiding from the bleak wind and rain outside.

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"Crackling. ”

The heart of the oil lamp in front of Boss He made a slight popping sound, waking up the honest middle-aged man from his drowsiness. The sound of wind and rain outside the house was tight for a while, and the "whining" seemed to be choking, and it seemed that this night, the guests here could not leave.

With that in mind, he looked up at the customers in his shop. There were only five tables in the humble hut, and at this moment there were three tables with guests sitting next to them, and in the far corner sat a single man, in a dark place where the light could hardly be illuminated, and the man sat alone, even his face was blurred.

And the two tables that are closer, there is an old man with extraordinary bearing and a young girl sitting on the edge of one table, and there is a bamboo pole leaning on the table in the old man's hand, and there is a strip of cloth on it, which reads the words "fairy guide the way", which seems to be a scholar of the rivers and lakes.

As for the last table, it was the most crowded business trip, with four people in total, and the corners behind them were piled up with goods, and at this moment it seemed that there was a young man in the middle who was cursing softly about this ghost weather.

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"Alright, don't say it. Another old man who looked older among the four people drank him, turned his head, smiled at Boss He, and said slightly apologetically: "Boss He, today's wind and rain are so heavy that you have to stay up late with us." ”

Boss He smiled and shook his head, this business trip often comes and goes with this ancient road, and he has come to his small shop to rest many times, so he can be regarded as a regular customer, and said at the moment: "It's okay, it's common for me to stay up late, but today it has been dark clouds since the daytime, why do you still have to hurry, sir?"

The old man was stunned when he heard this, then glanced at the others in his companionship, and said with a wry smile: "Actually, how come we don't know that the weather is bad today, but it is really difficult to go out." ”

Boss He let out an "ah".

The old man picked up the teacup in front of him, drank all the tea in the cup, and said, "Boss He, this world is difficult now!"

Boss He was taken aback and said, "What's wrong?"

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "From ten years ago, the Demon Sect, which had disappeared for a long time, suddenly reappeared, and I heard that there was still a big battle with those immortals of the righteous path in Qingyun Mountain. Since then, in the past ten years, the Demon Cult has not been wiped out by the righteous path, but has flourished day by day, and it has been heard everywhere that they are fighting with the righteous path. ”

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That's right, ten years have passed since the original Battle of Qinyun, and in the past ten years, the Demon Sect has not only not been destroyed by the righteous path, but has become even more rampant.

It's just that this long night is long, and it's really difficult, and after a long time, the people in the business travelers over there gradually began to chat, but to talk about it, they talked about the battle between the righteous and the demons in Qingyun Mountain ten years ago.

These traveling merchants are just ordinary people, so naturally they have never been to the scene to see it, but it is rumored that this thing was born for this purpose. Moreover, those masters of the righteous path have always been mysterious and unpredictable, and they are the best talking points in the mouths of ordinary people.

As he spoke, the voices of several young people grew louder, and the others heard it and were attracted to it.

“... In short, at that time, the situation of Qingyun Gate was already in danger, but fortunately, the old immortal Gong of the head of Qingyun participated in the cultivation, and with a light touch of his finger, thunder and lightning suddenly fell from the sky, and I heard that the loud sound could be heard within a radius of a hundred miles, so the people of the Demon Sect were repelled!"

"Fart!" Suddenly, there was a soft shout, but it was from the old man with extraordinary bearing who was sitting at the same table as the girl, everyone was taken aback, looked at him, and only heard the old man say: "If Dao Xuan is really so powerful, how can Qingyun Mountain fight, so many people will die in Qingyun Gate, even the first seat of the seven veins will die, and the other elder disciples will be killed and injured countless times, you are the demon sect Those demons eat rice?"

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Too much time has passed, and everyone has taken that earth-shattering battle as a talking point.

In his mouth, there are naturally no ghosts and Fangzheng, and the two people seem to be covered by the dust of history.

Mulberry Mountain, Ten Thousand Bat Cave.

Eight hundred years ago, the black-hearted old man, the predecessor of the Demon Sect, created the heyday of the Blood Refining Hall here, commanding the Demon Sect to shock the world. But now the younger generations of disciples are not good, and this place is desolate and desolate, and it is very desolate.

And the Necromantic Abyss, hidden in the depths of the Ten Thousand Bat Ancient Cave, has been occupied by countless sudden foreign enemies at this moment.

On the edge of the boulder engraved with the three big characters of "Necromantic Abyss" with the ancient seal dragon flying phoenix dance, the last disciples of the Blood Refining Hall are gathered here, carrying the boulder on their backs, and a few steps back, it is the unfathomable and dark Necromantic Abyss.

And the number of them turned out to be less than ten people left, including the Demon Sect Demon Elder Boss, Liu Hao, Wild Dog Daoren and others were among them, all of them were injured, and their expressions were full of horror. On the ground in front of them, dozens of corpses lay horizontally, several times their size in black, surrounding them, all with a skeleton embroidered on their chests without exception.

The old man took a deep breath, forced himself to calm his mind, and began to speak, but suddenly found that his voice had become hoarse at some point: "Everyone, all the Ghost King Sect members, our Blood Refining Hall is just a small faction in the Holy Sect, and we have never dared to offend the Ghost King, no, I don't know why the Ghost King's predecessors did this to us?"

"Hmph!" A cold snort came out from countless black-clothed people, and a black-clothed man with a skeleton embroidered with gold on his chest, who was completely different from others, walked out, looked at it as a leader, and said lightly: "Boss, the situation in the Holy Sect is already very obvious now, and the Ghost King Sect Master has also sent letters to you several times, but you are still like a wall grass, deal with us today, and worship under the door of the Eternal Life Hall tomorrow, don't you take the Ghost King Sect Master in your heart?"