"Don't give me the elixir, because I didn't protect your people. The little scimitar was holding the elixir, and his heart was uneasy.

"You're talking about Xiao Yan's child!" the old man said, crying again.

"What's wrong with him?" Xuantian's heart tightened, and he had a bad feeling, and he had actually guessed a few points in his heart.

At that time, the strong man of the concubine family appeared and began to forcibly search the memories of the villagers, wantonly killing innocents. I couldn't stop it, so I had to open up a space for the villagers to take refuge. However, your disciple could not swallow this breath and insisted on stopping the killing. The little scimitar said, very sad.

"What about the result!" Xuantian asked, his pupils dilated.

As a result, he was beaten to pieces, and even his body was not left. The scimitar recounted, the blade was trembling, heartbroken, but unfortunately could not shed tears. Otherwise, when it recalls the scene, it must be crying now.

"Speaking of which, this can't be blamed on the sword seniors, it is this kid who insists on fighting, and no one can stop him. The old man cried, and said, "Actually, the person who deserves to die the most is me, if it wasn't for the knife senior who stopped me at that time, otherwise I would have fought hard against those beasts." ”

"The hateful concubine, don't you even let go of a child who has just debuted?" Xuantian clenched his fists and let out a series of bone cracking sounds, and his momentum was amazing.

"It's also strange to say, at that time, that kid was not in the realm of refining the body, but the cultivation of the Ling Lord, who was stronger than me. "The little cutlass feels weird.

When Xuantian heard this, he didn't believe it. It is believed that the scimitar has undergone a massacre and the soul has been terrified.

"That's because of our sacrificial temple, which houses the souls of the three ancestors. Xiao Yan, the child, sued their village for the catastrophe, so he was blessed by the ancestors, and his cultivation reached the realm of the mountain lord for a short time. But even this can't change the situation. The old man said, full of grief.

In the following time, the white turtle used an ancient mirror to restore this process.

After coming out of the sacrificial temple in the rear, Xiao Yan, the child, did have the realm of the Ling Lord, his eyes were red, watching the villagers fall one by one, and there was even blood left in his eyes.

This is the blood of hatred, and it is not shared.

In the picture, Xiao Yan held a spear and found the concubines who were killing the villagers and killed them all.

In the process, the blood of the enemy rushed to the sky, and the tortured villagers were also breathed a sigh of evil.

However, seeing this, the old man couldn't stand it anymore, and said with tears: "It was only by killing so many people from the concubine family that this child died without a place to be buried, how could he win in the face of so many enemies." ”

The battle in the ancient mirror is amazing, and the heaven and the earth are eclipsed. When Xiao Yan faced enemies of the same class, he was fearless and responded to the battle.

He is an ancient Kunti, with an amazing physique, much stronger than the powerhouses of the same class. Just when the Ridge Lord of the Concubine family was about to fall, four more members of the Ridge Lord-level Concubine family participated in the battle.

The golden light was shining, and the momentum of the five concubine families was like a flood, causing the earth to shake.

In such a situation, even the ancient Kun style is difficult to turn the tide. What's more, there is also a king on the side.

In the end, Xiao Yan took off a mountain master-level powerhouse of the concubine family at the cost of breaking his bones, and left this world together.

"It was because of this child's bravery that I had time to save more than 100 villagers. The little scimitar was sad and returned the elixir in front of him to Xuantian.

"No, you've done a good job. The real one to blame is the concubine's family, this trip and this work, heaven and earth are not tolerated. Xuantian clenched his fists, and his momentum soared into the sky.

His heart was angry, and the disciple had just made his debut, and he realized the cruelty of the monk world. Even the monks died without even understanding the basic meanings.

What made him even more angry was the indiscriminate killing of innocents by the concubine family. For the sake of Xianzang, he wantonly killed the lives of the villagers, which was even worse than that of the dragon race.

After all, the dragons are still aliens, and it is understandable to exterminate the human race. But what about the concubine family! This is an ancient human family, inheriting the lineage of the human race, but it is angry to attack its own people.

"This is the way this world is, the law of the jungle eats the strong, and our bottom life has to accept this fate. The old man wept.

"Nope. No, there is a price to be paid for doing things. The concubine family has done such an intolerable thing, and they still want to be safe and sound without any loss?" Xuantian opened his eyes, and the terrifying light of his eyes caused an ancient forest to sink.

"Kid...... No, little friend, what are you going to do...... Could it be that you want to avenge us?" the old man was surprised, and then hurriedly dissuaded, not wanting Xuantian to take risks.

"Don't worry, old man, the blood of the villagers will not be shed in vain, I will go and ask for justice. Xuantian comforted, and his mind was decided.

"Little friend, for the sake of us ants, you didn't deserve it at all. The old man persuaded.

"No, they are all human races, and there is no distinction between high and low in life. The blood of the villagers will be repaid with the blood of the concubine family. Xuantian clenched his fists, and his heart was firm.

"However, the concubine family is an ancient family, with a terrible inheritance, and you can't deal with it alone. In other words, the past is to send to death. The old man said, he really didn't want to see Xuantian die because of this.

"I will discuss this matter slowly, you can rest assured!" Xuantian comforted, telling him not to worry.

Seeing that Xuantian's expression had calmed down a little, the old leader didn't ask any more questions. At the moment, he has more important things to do.

"Inside the temple is where the ancestors of our village are, and I have to go and see it. The old man departed, and finally returned with a smile on his face.

"Fortunately, nothing happened to the temple, otherwise I would be a great sinner and would not be able to see my dead ancestors. He let out a cloudy breath that seemed to be much more relaxed.

"The temple is so important?" the white turtle was puzzled.

"That is, there are the ancestors of our village, and even the souls of several ancestors live in it, which is the most sacred place in our village. The old man explained.

"So, your village must have lived here for generations?" asked the white tortoise curiously.

"According to common sense, after all, we are just ants, we don't know when we will encounter natural and man-made disasters, and it is also an honor to be buried with the temple after death. The old man said, smiling miserably.

"If I can, I think it's better to move the village, so that the villagers can have a good living environment and prevent this from happening again. "Xuantian built yì.

The old man pondered and said, "There is no problem in moving. However, this place is a barren mountain range, and the monk's eyes can see thousands of miles, even if he hides in the harsh conditions of the mountain stream, he may not be able to escape the monk's eyes. ”

"You can rest assured about this! I know a place where villagers can be well housed. Xuantian said, hoping that the old man would follow him to have a look.

"If there is such a safe place, it is possible to move the village. The old man said, skeptical.

Xuantian immediately instructed the white turtle to take out the flying ancient treasure, and after the group stepped on it, they quickly flew into the air.

"Where are you going?" Although the flying treasure has been activated, the white turtle does not know the destination yet.

"The Holy Lord Realm, that small world that has been deserted. Xuantian commanded.

"That place is indeed a good place to evacuate. The white turtle muttered, immediately controlled the flying treasure weapon, and quickly flew in the direction of the Holy Lord Realm.

It hasn't been a long time, and the passage of the Holy Lord Realm is already in sight.

After coming here, Xuantian was the first to enter the Holy Lord Realm and observed it with his divine sense.

Although more than half a month has passed, there are still no living creatures settled here, and it looks desolate.

"Yes, if this world is taken care of carefully, it is suitable for people to live. Xuantian nodded, and then called the old leader in to ask for advice.

"It's not connected to the outside world, so it's a good place to take refuge. The old leader was excited, and seemed to see hope for hiding from the troubled times.

"As long as you are satisfied, if there is no problem, you can take the villagers to live here in the future!"

"Well, if the villagers live here and have no quarrel with the world, it is already the greatest contentment. The old man immediately agreed, and with tears in his eyes, he didn't know how to express his gratitude.

Xuantian immediately ordered the little scimitar to release it from the villagers in the blade world.

Next, it instructed the white turtle to clean up the dragonman's corpse.

At the beginning, when he left this small world, he explained to the two guys, the white turtle and the little scimitar, telling them not to be soft in the face of the dragon people, and to kill no one of them.

Now, half a month has passed, and some of the dragonman corpses have begun to stink, so they need to be disposed of.

"Unscrupulous ......" The white turtle held up his big eyes and went to deal with it very dissatisfied.

After half a day, the villagers finally settled here.

"Alright, old man, we're ready to go. As for the passage outside, we'll place runes to help you cover up. Xuantian said goodbye to the old leader and prepared to leave.

"Thank you for worrying, such a great kindness, our small village will never be repaid. The old man was grateful, and sent them all the way, until the World Passage of the Holy Lord Realm stopped.

"Old man, let's stop here!" Xuantian said, and after a smile, he left with the white turtle and the little scimitar.

At the entrance of the Holy Lord Realm, Xuantian asked the white turtle and the small scimitar to arrange runes to cover this place.

"This thing, or this tattered knife is better, after all, he was a god in the past and knew a lot of runes. The white turtle muttered, watching the little scimitar operate.

"Come on, don't think that I don't know some of the details of your turtle, it has lived for more than 100,000 years, and it has already become a sperm. The little scimitar complained, but could only speed up and dry, not expecting the white turtle to help.

Half an hour later, the little scimitar finally didn't know the rune and covered up the place. At first glance, there is no world passage here, and what comes into view is barren mountains and mountains.

"Well, yes, even if a king-level character comes over, don't think about finding it. As for the emperor-level figures, it is unknown. White Turtle Evaluation.

"You guy, don't talk cool. "The little scimitar jumped to its feet, and it arranged it every qiē, but the white turtle also came out to 'pick bones', which was too unscrupulous.

"I'm already very moral, after all, in this world, there are even more immoral people, follow us one day you can see it. The white turtle shouted, and the person in his mouth naturally referred to the bad old man.

The little scimitar didn't believe it, and after getting along for a while, it still completely believed that this turtle was the most immoral creature in the world, and no one could surpass it.

Xuantian on the side began to urge, causing the white turtle to take out the flying treasure and prepare to leave.

"Where to go?" asked the white turtle, curious.

"Naturally, I went to find the whereabouts of the concubine family. Since they care so much about Xianzang, they must be active in the vicinity of this ancient forest. Xuantian said.

When the white turtle heard this, his face was shocked, and he said, "You guy, it's really true!"