Han Shanwei!

The source of purple gold emitted a thousand zhang of light, covering all of the following, and the Hanshan Tibetan Peak of a thousand zhang of light was no exception. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The purple-gold light is dazzling but not dazzling, so that people can clearly see the three big characters.

Outside the high platform, several figures galloped in, with a momentum like a rainbow, with a wisp of coldness......

"The white-clothed swordsman, I've seen my lord!"

The figures stopped behind the man in white and bowed. Several of them were dressed in white and carrying long swords.

"Excuse me! You're trying to... Cut the grass and eradicate the roots?"

The man in white waved his hand casually, did not look back, and said.

"We don't dare ......"

Several people were frightened and said in a trembling voice, they all knew the horror of the adult in front of them, don't look at him here lightly, but his murderous name back then was forged with blood, and the killing intent was surging.

If he had to cultivate himself and breathe, and go through this nine-song bowel, life and death threshold, as a powerhouse in the eighth realm, he didn't know where to promote good and eliminate evil at this moment.

A few people originally thought that the people of those tribes had obtained that opportunity, so they wanted to solve the troubles of those adults on the mountain.

But the three words imprinted on it are Han Shanwei, how dare they say that they have murderous intent?

The descendants of the mountain lord, how dare they deceive them?

"Hmph, you don't dare. , look at the eyesore, and go inform the mountain ......"

The man in white snorted coldly and scolded. How did he not know what these subordinates thought, after all, he had also had murderous thoughts, but ......

"Who is Han Shanwei, and when did such a figure appear on the mountain?"

The man shook his head, he never thought that someone would pretend to be a member of the Hanshan clan, because no one would dare, it is said that the Hanshan clan was cursed by the heavens and the earth and was cursed by the immortals of the upper realm.

In the Netherworld, there was once a powerhouse of the Ninth Realm who did evil in the name of Han Shan, but within a few days, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, causing his soul to scatter.

At this point, the surname Han Shan has become taboo.

In the eastern part of the Netherworld, there are seven mountains, some people take the seven mountains as their surname, they are abandoned by heaven and earth, if it were not for their bloodline is extremely powerful, they would have disappeared in the long river of history.

And Han Shan... It's one of the Seven Mountains!

If you can't figure it out, you don't want to, this is the way the man in white does things, let it change, I will break it with a sword.

The man in white descended on the earth and sat cross-legged again, but he did not put his mind into the light curtain, but adjusted his injuries, after all, he almost died at that moment......

And those white-clothed swordsmen had already left in a hurry, and they didn't want to stay by the white-clothed man for a moment......

It's so depressing!

Those tribal powerhouses had already understood the meaning of the four words of Zijin Chongxiao, and they all gathered together to talk about that person...... Only the patriarch of the Shanli tribe stood alone a few miles away, looking extremely depressed......

......

In the Shanli tribe, under the tree in front of the wooden house, there were two old men sitting and chatting.

"Old man, the fourth person has appeared, who do you think it will be?"

The old man of the mountain opened his mouth and sighed a little, a scene hundreds of years ago was repeated again.

Just a few breaths ago, the place was covered with purple and gold light, exuding a faint gentle aura.

"I don't know. Now I'm just one hammer away...... I'm sure I'll break through in a year, but what about you?"

Old Man Li shook his head, looking like he didn't care about himself.

"I'm pretty much the same, I just hope that person doesn't be a white boy, otherwise, your thing won't be him. ”

The old man said with a smile, and then teased casually.

"An individual has his own life, why care, let alone with his talent, he is still a little ......"

......

Qinshan, located in the west of Hanshan, in a place that mortals can't explore, there is a black giant peak, the giant peak is thousands of miles high, full of boundless demonic thoughts......

At the peak of Qinshan, there is a black hall located, and the hall is incomparably large.

The central hall, silent, dark, no light, rich demonic aura permeated, those who are not strong in their hearts step in, and they are likely to become demons-slaying.

Boom!

With a sound, the hall began to glow, and the marginal flames were ignited, and those flames were purple and black, different from the bright yellow of other places, and exuded a cold atmosphere.

It is a kind of hell fire, and if you come close, you will be turned into a dead spirit, which is terrifying.

The main hall is empty, except for the top of the gate, there is a Nine Dragons Emperor's seat, there are no other ornaments.

In the center of the main hall, where the demonic energy is the strongest, a futon is placed, and some people sit cross-legged with their eyes closed, spitting and plucking.

This is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, this man is extremely handsome, and his body exudes a cold air.

Suddenly, the young man opened his eyes! What kind of eyes are these, they are pitch black, not white, like a secluded pool, terrifying.

He closed his eyes again, then opened them, returning to his normal appearance.

He stood up and walked out of the main hall......

Rumble!

The door opened, and he walked out, looking east.

"Zheng'er!"

At some point, a mysterious man dressed in a black robe appeared at the young man's side, his coat and hat covered half of his face, making it difficult to see his face, and only from his vicissitudes of life could be heard that this person was no longer young.

"Sir, do you feel it? The boy didn't care about the mystery man, but muttered in a low voice.

"Well, that person is indeed the strongest person in our race since the Three Emperors, and his talent is unmatched. ”

The mysterious man bowed his head and sighed.

"But those people in the upper realm are too much......"

The young man muttered, looking up at the sky, his expression extremely indifferent.

"Zheng'er, the ancestor is really ......"

The mysterious man stopped talking, and his voice was a little heavy.

"I don't know, my clan's heaven and earth are not tolerated, all the immortals are extinct, except for the mountain realm, the clansmen of other worlds have been wiped out. ”

The boy shook his head, a little sad.

"Time is running out, so let's let it go. Everything will be settled in 10,000 years......"

The boy looked deeply to the east and sighed. He turned around and walked into the central hall.

Rumble!

The door closed again, and only a desolate figure exuding a cangling and desolate figure stood in front of the hall, without words.

"If the Ancestors really ...... What's going on with the Qi Mountain Pulse?"

The old man was a little confused and whispered. As he spoke, his figure vanished.

......

In the east of Hanshan, there is a mountain, there are many strange stones on the mountain, the light is strange, like a human figure, there is a beast shape. There are also ancient trees, standing in the middle.

On the mountainside, thousands of miles above the ground, there is an old man sitting on a boulder, and around him there is a herd of goats grazing, walking, or sleeping......

The old man's eyes were cloudy, his pale and dry hair swayed in the wind, his face was dull, and his gray beard was sparse and disheveled.

He wore a sheepskin coat that was somewhat torn but still able to keep out the cold.

The old man's fingers had small cracks, his hands were red from the cold, and some of the cracks on his hands even had dried blood.

The land is high and the climate is cold, but the goats are leisurely eating the cold grass without the slightest discomfort.

This is a kind of spirit sheep, and its meat is not only delicious, but also contains mysterious substances that are beneficial to the spleen.

The spiritual wool is snow-white, long, and very supple, so it is mostly loved by female practitioners.

Not to mention that the spirit sheep is extremely special, and it can only survive in Chu Mountain, one of the Seven Mountains of the Netherworld.

The old shepherd held a long cigarette stick in his hand, and was smoking dry tobacco one by one.

This is a special cigarette stick, seven or eight feet long, and the pipe is also a little thick, which can be used as a walking stick, a shepherd's stick, etc.

At this time, it was just used as the old man's cigarette stick, the old man held the cigarette stick tightly with both hands, and smoked the dry tobacco one by one, the hot smoke warmed the shaft, and he kept rubbing his hands to get some warmth.

The cold wind blew the old man's withered white hair, and also blew the thick sheepskin coat, and even extinguished the old man's dry smoke.

The spirit sheep's snow-white, supple and long hair fluttered in the cold wind, covering the black and crystal eyes of the spirit sheep. The ancient trees were also bent by the cold wind......

Suddenly, the cold wind stopped howling, the fluttering snow-white spirit wool was still, and the ancient tree that had been bent by the cold wind remained bent, like a sincere believer worshipping like an old man.

Everything is silent, and time stops flowing.

The old man raised his head and looked at the sky, and there was a huge peak called Hanshan in that direction......

The old man's eyes were no longer cloudy, they were incomparably clear, as deep as an abyss, and there seemed to be stars circulating in them.

"Time is running out. Is it coming to an end? I don't know if there is hope......

The old man wept with tears in his eyes, and his voice seemed to have gone through the ages, hiding boundless grief.

"The immortals have died, the gods hold the sky, where is my great world?"

The old man cried and laughed, sometimes crazy, sometimes sober.

"The mountain realm is also coming to an end, but the taboo of reincarnation has not returned, how can it be broken?"

"Hehe......"

The old man wiped tears from his cheeks and smiled bitterly. Didn't say anything more, but lit a dry cigarette, a puff ... I took a sip of it, as if to expel the eternal chill in my heart......

The heavens and the earth recovered, the cold wind was still howling wantonly, and the ancient trees that had twisted and turned were also swaying with the cold wind, and the spirit sheep began to gather together and lay down in the shelter from the wind.

The cold wind blew the old man's withered gray hair, and also blew the sheepskin coat, and never blew out the little fire, and the dry smoke burned tenaciously.

But I don't know, in the cold wind, can the fire burn the prairie fire?

Looking at the burning cigarettes, the old man thought.