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So when they flew in the sky, Li Molan's feeling was very novel.

He looked at the scenery that flashed below the painting with a little excitement, and felt like a kite in his hand.

A fierce wind blew in his face, blowing the hair on his forehead, flowing extremely gracefully.

The white clouds around were torn apart, leaving a trail behind.

The Heaven Sacrifice Conference was a very important event, and according to the practice of previous years, the three Netherworld Immortals of the Three Great Dao Sects and Ye Luo Zhiqiu of the Yongzhou Ye Family would all be present.

Thinking that she might see Yu Boya and Chen Shisha again, Li Molan's mood suddenly became less pleasant.

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The Celestial Tomb is an island.

The island is so mysterious that its location cannot be found on any nautical chart, and in fact not many people really know its location, only a few unfortunate fishermen who have been swept up in the wind and waves have made it possible to come to this place, and only a few people in the North Sea know its exact location, such as the old monsters of the Netherworld who have lived for hundreds of years.

The Celestial Tomb is surrounded by countless clouds, and in the ethereal, you can vaguely see those undulating mountains hidden in the white clouds.

Between the ups and downs of those sea of clouds, an extremely high mountain peak can be seen in the center of the Heavenly Tomb.

It is the place where the Eye of Heaven is located, and it is the holy place that all cultivators dream of going.

A teenager named Annan is fishing on the beach.

The young man had a delicate face, dressed in fisherman's clothes, only fourteen or fifteen years old, and was just an ordinary man, not a monk, but he was one of the thousands of ordinary inhabitants of the island.

As the most mysterious island in the North Sea, the Celestial Tomb was naturally uninhabited when it was discovered.

Later, with the convening of the Worship to the Heavens, before the first Worship to the Heavens, the stewards of the Wang He family gathered a lot of workers, came to the island in boats, and built many residences for the young masters who participated in the Worship Meeting.

The workers came without knowing what their fate was, but when they arrived, they knew that they would never leave.

The location of the tomb is a secret, and naturally they will not be allowed to know, so these workers will stay here forever and become the original inhabitants of this island.

Annan is the descendant of these aborigines, ten years ago when he was only about four or five years old, at that time he once saw the style of the festival to the sky, but those memories were finally blurred in the quicksand of the years, and now, when the festival is about to be held again, his heart is more excited than anyone else, because this is the first time he has seriously seen those strong people from the outside world.

What about those people from the outside?

Annan was curious.

Fishing by the sea is a very simple and easy thing for fishermen like Annan, who have lived on the coastline since childhood.

In about ten minutes, he had already caught a very fat sea fish.

Before he could rejoice, he saw a black dot looming on the horizon in the distance.

What is it? Is it a ship? Or is it a sea beast?

Living in such a mysterious place, Annan has naturally seen a lot of strange and powerful monsters since he was a child, although he can't cultivate, but he is no stranger to it.

The sea breeze is blowing, slightly wet and salty.

Annan's eyes widened as he watched the black dot gradually enlarge in front of his eyes, and he finally saw clearly, it was not a demon beast or a ship at all, it was a person, an old man with white hair.

The old man's face was very calm, and there was a sense of calm between his eyebrows, Annan looked at this old man, and couldn't help but have a sense of fear in his heart, but thinking that this old man might be a powerful cultivator from the outside world, his heart became hot again, and he thought that maybe he could worship this old man as a teacher?

The old man stepped on the waves, and in a few breaths appeared in front of Annan's eyes, his eyes did not focus on the young fisherman, but looked around, and finally fell on the mountain peak wrapped in clouds.

"Heavenly Tomb, Heavenly Mountain?" muttered the old man.

"Sir, are you a legendary immortal?"

Annan asked nervously.

The old man finally turned his head and looked at the mortal boy standing beside him.

His gaze was full of scrutiny, and he didn't answer the boy's question, he looked the boy's body up and down, and there was a satisfied look between his eyebrows, as if he was planning something.

"Old gentleman?"

The old man's gaze made Annan feel very uncomfortable, and he twisted his body awkwardly.

"The child doesn't have to be nervous, there is no pain. ”

The old man laughed, his smile did not look warm at all, not at all warm, like the coldest iron rope in the cold wind.

Annan felt that something was wrong, and he took two steps back, feeling the urge to turn around and run away.

This old man's appearance is ordinary, but his smile and temperament are full of eerie feelings, which makes people shudder, as if he is facing a terrible ghost crawling out of the Nine Shadows, the most terrifying death in the underworld.

At this moment, Annan was horrified to find that he could not move, and his body was fixed in this air, like a fly frozen in amber.

"......" Annan was speechless, he could only look at the old man with frightened eyes, watching his body gradually dry up, like a balloon with a hole punctured.

Annan's consciousness began to blur.

He wanted to struggle, but it was useless, he wanted to push out the trace of soul that was surging from the heavenly spirit in his body, but in fact his soul was breaking little by little.

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"I didn't expect that becoming a demon path cultivator was such a pleasant thing, do whatever I want, what else can't I do?"

A smile appeared in Annan's eyes.

Of course he wasn't that Annan anymore, and no one knew who he really was.

There are dozens of villages on the Tomb Island, with thousands of villagers, and Annan's home is only one of the humble villages.

After reading all the original memories of the young man, Anan Senran licked his tongue, there was a lot of bloodlust in his eyes, he thought about the feeling of just devouring Annan's soul, more refreshing, so he turned around and walked in the direction of Annan's house, where there is a very inconspicuous small village, where more souls are waiting for him, this is an irresistible temptation.

Until he takes revenge, he will not refuse these demonic cultivation methods that he has scorned in the past.

Practicing the Demon Dao is for revenge, and in order to achieve that goal, what is it to give a little humanity?

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In another part of the ocean, very close to the island, there was a black cloud approaching the direction of the island.

Wherever the black clouds passed, all the fish in the sea fled in terror into the distance.

Where is this black cloud?

This is clearly a black mist composed of countless insects!

In the middle of the black clouds, there was a man.

It was a teenager with a cold smile.

He stepped on the swarms and floated on the surface of the sea.

The swarm of insects continued to hum, and all the sea breeze blowing was torn apart by the sea of insects.

"How can there be no place for me at the Heaven Sacrifice Conference?"

Muttering to himself, the smile on the young man's face became even colder, as if it was eternal ice. (To be continued.) )