Poinsettia plum's whole body is in sharp pain like shattered bones at this moment. But he didn't say a word, and used his last silence to stop the evil in front of him from eroding his unyielding heart.

Ghost Xiao Changyuan looked down at him, the corners of his eyes slightly curved, but it was hardly a pleasant expression.

“…… Is this your dignity? After a long time, he exhaled into the sky and said in a low voice.

Poinsettia Mei's throat seemed to be blocked by a blood clot, and he was now having trouble even gasping for air. Hearing Ghost Xiao Changyuan ask this, he "hissed" and gasped for breath a few times, sounding like a sarcastic laugh at Ghost Xiao Changyuan.

"Tsk." Ghost Xiao Changyuan saw that he was arrogant and unyielding, and his heart was nameless.

But he pondered for a moment, and at last spoke to him slowly, "You will not escape death tonight." But perhaps, if I tell you the reason for your death, you can understand it on Huangquan Road. ”

“…… Let you remember deeply in the next life not to go against the elves. ”

The night wind is long, and the cold dew is not clear in the distance. The dusty history of 800 years seems to reappear in a short period of narration.

Originally, Ghost Howling Changyuan was born from the descendants of the mixed blood of the elven race and the human race. More than 1,000 years ago, he witnessed the reincarnation of the catastrophe of heaven and earth, and was obsessed with martial arts.

The elven race used to occupy a small proportion in the Three Realms Heaven, and their roots and bones were different from those of humans, and they had unique veins and spells. Ghost Howling Changyuan is even more of the best, and after hundreds of years of trials, it has been cultivated to an extraordinary level.

At that time, he didn't have the heart of revenge. Except for improving martial arts, he is indifferent to everything.

Later, in order to study a secret book that he had been searching for for a long time, he closed himself to the world and practiced alone for more than 60 years.

This martial arts, called "Lingwu Forbidden Scroll", really brought him a transformational transformation. But what he didn't expect was that during his dusty years, the outside world had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The beacon fire is noisy, and the elven clan that was once in a corner of peace has become a dissident that the Three Realms swear to eradicate. He didn't know anything about it, let alone know that he only wanted his relatives who had been estranged to be well, so he went crazy and walked through every corner of the Three Realms to find his former relatives.

Along the way, he was attacked and suspicious because of his mixed-race status. But everything didn't matter, he suddenly understood that the purpose of practicing martial arts was to protect what he wanted to protect. He has the strength now, but his relatives have not met him for a long time!

"I was thinking that they were just ordinary elven people, maybe they were all right, hiding somewhere."

Ghost Xiao Changyuan sighed slowly, and there was a little crystal light in his bloodshot eyes.

The longer the time dragged on, the more uneasy he became. But he did not give up, and while he was not discouraged, he set up a quiet abode, and only hoped to find his relatives and escort them all over to avoid it.

One year, two years. Time flowed like a stream, and the war was nearing its end, but it was then that he finally got the news.

— or rather...... The most poignant news.

At that time, he heard that there was a group of elves who had slipped through the net and were being besieged by the righteous heroes.

He was immediately overjoyed, and after several rounds of inquiry, he rushed desperately, begging God to give him a chance to stay.

He was going crazy, day and night. After crossing the distance of two continents, he continued to shuttle, and finally arrived.

However, when he saw it with his own eyes, there was only a gray, dead and silent ridge of towering earthen ridges.

It was as if the blood had not yet solidified, and the earth was still wet. At that time, the distant sky was terrifyingly quiet, only the light gray was dripping, overlapping with an unconventional tragedy.

He was almost insane.

It was as if he had been hit hard in his heart, and he fainted on the spot, not knowing how long he was unconscious.

When he woke up again, he was still in front of him with the comical and terrifying ridge of dirt, and the colorless sky.

Everything was like hollowing out his heart. He suddenly had the strength, climbed to the high ridge, raised his hands, and picked it up desperately.

I didn't dare to use my true qi, for fear of waking up the sleeping soul inside. At that time, his hands were blurred with flesh and blood, until Senran's finger bones were exposed, and the pain in his heart seemed to be unable to penetrate the numb heart, and he didn't shed a single tear.

I don't know how deep he dug in, but finally, he found the body buried inside.

Tirelessly, he dragged the corpses out of the ridge one by one and lined them up on the ground.

Finally, he still saw it...... The corpses that they didn't want to see, but they had to force themselves to see.

"They died, but they didn't do anything evil." Ghost Xiao Changyuan's tone trembled slightly, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, as if everything in front of him had returned to the despair of that day.

Poinsettia Plum trembled slightly, and her face was solemn. Because he gradually recalled two pictures, one was the deepest sorrow when he buried Jiurufang, and the other was somewhat blurred in the sea of memory...... Some footage.

It was also from that day that his heart became completely dark.

He once went crazy and went to fight with the righteous path master at that time. But there are many enemies, and the general trend of the elf clan has gone, even if he is a good cultivator, he is also beaten to the ground.

Soon, the Emperor of Heaven transposed, and the rebellion of the elves almost ended in history.

Even though the ghost Xiao Changyuan was sad and angry in his heart at that time, he still didn't die. Instead of following the last remnants of the elves back into their narrow realm, they lurked alone.

Since then...... A deepest seed of hatred was firmly planted in his heart: revenge.

He wants revenge. Even if he didn't work then, he will do it in the future; Even if he can't do it alone, he will seek great things in the future; Even if he can't seek revenge on all humans for a while, he still has to find the murderer who killed his relatives with his own hands!

Speaking of this, a trace of fluctuation flashed in Ghost Xiao Changyuan's eyes. He looked down at the poinsettia plum, his gaze as fierce as a spike.

"Later, I found it." He stared at Poinsettia as if he had regained his anger.

And he did. In revenge, he even turned the corpses out again and examined their wounds one by one.

In the end, he was able to determine. The murderer back then was the Yumei swordsman on the rivers and lakes, and the pavilion master of the Heavenly Dian Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, Jianchengfeng!

At this point, all the gears are closed.

A hint of confusion flashed in front of Poinsettia Mei's eyes. Surprise flashed through his mind, but then an old picture.

He seems to ...... I did have such an impression!

At that time, he had followed the Heavenly Array of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion to carry out an encirclement and suppression. Originally, the information was that there were elven masters who were haunting them, but when they actually arrived, they only found a group of ordinary elves who were migrating.