Back in the day, the Holy Son of the Five Clans would hunt and gather, and the young master of the Burning Spirit and Mr. Eight Fingers worked hand in hand, cutting the head of the mosquito king in the army of ten thousand, passionate and generous, how high-spirited.

Thirty years have passed, and Mr. Eight Fingers has been proud of the tide, transferred to the two regions, crisscrossed the Demon Spirit Continent, and personally completed a series of feats that made countless old monsters stunned. Don't say anything about the difference between spirits and demons, let alone any eternal enmity, when it comes to Young Master Xiao, the family and feud can't help but raise their thumbs and praise: It's amazing!

Putting aside the identity dispute, whether it is the spiritual domain or the demon domain, whether it is overhaul or the old monster, if the younger generation of junjie is twisted out for comparison, no one thinks that anyone can overshadow Thirteen Lang. Lu Mo, who shined in the Battle of Jinshan, can't do it, and neither can the Night Lotus, who has made repeated feats in the fierce battle against the demon spirits, if they can't do it, no one dares to say that they can.

After all these years, Thirteen Lang has few secrets to speak of for those who are qualified to follow this matter. Standing proudly in the purple clouds, defeating the night lotus twice, retreating from Lu Mo, fighting fiercely, none of which ordinary people can do. Later, it was even more outrageous, Douyan danced, Zhu Huihui, beheaded Huang Kui, saved Jinshan, and single-handedly promoted the four-party alliance; In the fateful battle, Thirteen Lang invited out the heavenly fire that no one knew what it was, and burned the invincible Luosang Gumu in front of ten thousand people, and his reputation was unrivaled for a while.

One by one, day by day, year after year, Xiao Shisanlang's name is not listened to, every time he hears it, he has an amazing move;

It can be said that the monks of the two realms of spirit and demon can survive in the outer realm, up to the old monsters and students. Everyone owes a favor to Thirteen Lang. If there is a day when the spirits and demons merge in the future, if the Canglang Star is thus moving towards lasting peace. Xiao Shisanlang is destined to be remembered by the ancient monks, and he is the one who will engrave his name in the history of Xiuzhen. All who have been in contact with it. All those who have stood side by side with it, or even those who have fought against it, will feel a sense of honor, an honor to participate in history.

The simplest example is right in front of him, the Outer Realm has achieved success and does not retreat, the Thirteenth Young Master somehow appeared in the Demon Domain, turning the clouds and rain, and without any help, the Ranwu City has changed the sky, the three kings of the Seven Wolves and Eight Tigers, and no one has anything to do with him.

Let's take a look at the toothwood. Just by looking at the expression on his face, you can know what kind of status Thirteen Lang has in the Demon Domain. If you are willing to call a donkey a brother, how can you accept it because you have been bullied, and the Demon Soul Saint Son has the most intersection with Thirteen Lang, and knows best what kind of terrible mind he has in the face of danger, what kind of brute courage he has when killing enemies, and the kind of stubbornness that never knows what to give up. This time, the Three Holy Sons came to Flurry City, which actually represented the attitude of the Demon Palace, among which the Demon Soul Holy Son was the most resolute.

If it's not convenient to kill Thirteen Lang immediately, then don't be an enemy of him. Absolutely not!

A monk of unknown origin, a monk of unknown origin, rose to the height of the Demon Palace to consider whether to be an enemy of it, who can do it! Even the Venerables of the Dao Academy and the elders of the Dao Alliance can't do it, let alone any rookies and young generations.

Along with it. The people who had a relationship with Thirteen Lang at the beginning all emerged in the evolution that followed, and Yamu changed from a demon slave to a hero. Lu Mo successfully broke through the realm, and the flower of eternity reached a higher level. Everyone's success has the shadow of Jushiro. For example, the Wolf Holy Maiden has also sent back the news today, proving one thing to everyone again: no matter where he goes, the Thirteenth Master will have an effect on Canglang Star, and it is a great thing.

In other words, this person can no longer be measured by spiritual cultivation and demonic cultivation, and he is the lucky star of the entire human race of Canglang Star.

What about Mai Shaofei? Where was the Holy Son who was fierce and swore to bring the Burning Spirit to a higher level? What was he doing? What merits did he have, no, did he do anything?

As the closest demon monk to Thirteen Lang back then, a comrade-in-arms who had entrusted life and death with Mr. Eight Fingers, what was he doing?

The answer is very sad and cruel, thirty years have passed, and Mai Shaofei has done nothing except successfully break through the realm and become a Yuanying monk. As a result, someone inside the Demon Palace privately said that the reason why the Burning Spirit Holy Son was like this was because he had been confined by the Elders' House and could not be contaminated with the nobility of the Thirteenth Young Master;

No one liked such a comment, not even more so the proud Burning Spirit Son, but he couldn't help but admit one thing: for him, the past thirty years of life were zero, a pale, big zero!

you!

Life is a collection of countless events, a future made up of memories, not a pure accumulation of time.

If you don't do anything, you will live for 10,000 years, 10,000 years, and you will be just a pig waiting to die!

The saddest early years of life, for a monk who is less than two hundred years old and condensed into a baby, life has just begun to be exciting, it is the age of swaying youth to fight the waves and climb mountains;

can't recognize it as fake, even if Mai Shaofei is ten times older, there is no reason why the donkey can't remember the outline. The reason why Da Ash hesitated was because he couldn't believe it, and he was not sure that the middle-aged man in front of him who was like a down-and-out scholar would be Mai Shaofei and the Burning Spirit Saint Son of the year.

Could it be his father? I haven't heard of it!

"Alas!"

A thousand words turned into a sigh, no need to ask, Da Ash restrained his playful expression, condescendingly gave Mai Shaofei a veneer gift, and Wen Yan said with relief: "Don't be afraid, your disease, the young master can cure it in a hurry." ”

"Mai Shaofei didn't know what to say.

Thinking that he didn't believe it, Da Ash said solemnly: "Only the young master can cure it." ”

The Burning Spirit Saint Son couldn't answer, so Yamu Zhiji came up and said, "What's wrong with the young master? What the hell is going on here? Do you want to help?"

"Help? ”

The topic turned positive, and Da Gray somehow came to be smart, shook off the two yellow-robed people, and said, "These two came to trouble the young master, saying what is it." ”

Yi Lianhui took her younger brother to take a step, and after greeting several holy sons in turn, she said, "They are the subordinates of the King of Lonely Mountain. He said he was going to catch the teacher or something. ”

An honest person is an honest person after all, and Elaine is smart enough. But he couldn't think of any suitable charges. said that the two of them really didn't do anything excessive, and they were put aside just after two bold words. So far, no one has taken it seriously.

"What's the matter?" Yamu was confused, thinking that the little girl's brain was not very good, and the young master was afraid of a lot of things to worry about accepting such a disciple.

"Lonely Mountain King?" Mai Shaofei has not been born for a long time, and obviously has not heard of it.

"A grass king. ”

Lu Momo responded lightly, and snorted coldly: "Since you have caught up, you can kill it." ”

If you say kill, you will kill, what kind of person is Lu Mo, how can he have the heart to waste effort on such a character. I didn't see anything he moved. A black light suddenly flashed in the air, and so many people present didn't see how it came and went, and the yellow robe on the left side had covered his neck in horror.

Covering it couldn't be covered, a line of blood appeared on his neck that was getting clearer and clearer, and the yellow-robed man looked at the group of people with frightened eyes, holding his head with both hands and helping him down.

The headless man held his head, blood shooting like a fountain, and his mouth still squirming to say something.

The scene is brutal and eerie. Some of the timid mountain people were so frightened that they almost bit off their tongues. At the same time, this is also destined to be the talk of their lives, no. It is passed down from generation to generation.

Sanka gasped, looking at Lu Mo's gaze that was not as contemptuous as just now.

A bloody killing knife not only killed the yellow-robed man, but even the Yuan Ying who was hidden deep in the dantian was crushed by the knife intent. The reason why he chose to cut off his head and decapitate it. There is no intention of demonstrating to Sanka.

"Down, junior!"

The yellow robe on the right shouted loudly. The body shines brightly, and several magic weapons are sacrificed in an instant. The two eldest babies came to this ghost place. The purpose was just to kidnap a pair of sisters and brothers who had just started their cultivation, and if they didn't dare to enter the city, they would hide and sneak attack in the wilderness, and they actually encountered this group of evil ghosts!

The black light flashed again, penetrating layers of protection in a series of explosions, splitting the yellow-robed man in half with a knife.

Said that there are ghosts, there are really ghosts, and the sky is full of ghosts! The whistling evil ghost roared forward, and instantly wrapped several severed corpses in it.

Lu Mo only kills people, not things, and the Demon Soul Saint Son is different. During the time he spent with the Thirteenth Young Master, Yamu's biggest lesson was not how to plan and how to fight, but to learn how to live. The essence and blood of the two yuan babies are good things, and they can't be wasted.

Yamu said: "Why don't you just kill the door, get rid of the King of the Lonely Mountain, and use it as a greeting gift?"

Lu Mo's expression was faint, and he said: "The old ghost of the lonely mountain can enter the god at any time, you can go." ”

"Ugh"

The person who can call the two Yuan Babies as slaves will not be ordinary people. Yamu retracted, and suddenly saw the ghost fog retreating again and again like chopping waves, screaming, as if encountering some extremely terrifying existence. At the same time, Lu Mo's eyes suddenly brightened, and he was about to make a move, when he suddenly heard the surprise call of the Lin sisters and brothers, and quickly withdrew his hand again.

"Auntie!"

The ghost clouds suddenly opened, the group of ghosts retreated and did not dare to move a little, and a real and illusory figure slowly appeared, and his fiery red eyes glanced at Yamu, which almost made him burst into his eyes.

"The King of Ghosts, the King of Ghosts!"

Kaba Lux is a servant, the ancient monsters are riding, and the ghosts are all the king of powerful ghosts that the demon soul monks diligently strive for, and the toad ants that Yamu knows have not appeared, and now I don't know how far they have grown.

"Who are these people!" Yamu gritted his teeth fiercely, cursing and secretly rejoicing in his heart, and was indignant.

"Auntie, why are you here? The Lin sisters and brothers ran up and greeted the dumb aunt as if they were relatives, no matter how much surprise and horror were condensed behind them, with envious and jealous eyes.

The dumb aunt didn't like to speak, her fiery red eyes were soft, and the long tail was holding two rings, and after giving them to the Lin sisters and brothers, she turned her head to look at Lu Mo, as well as Yamu, who liked to collect corpses.

Lu Mo was inexplicable, and he didn't know what the ghost king that made him wary of it meant.

Yamu waved his hand generously and said, "Give it to the child, it should be." ”

"Shameless!" Big Gray snorted

Life is a collection of countless events, a future composed of memories, not a pure accumulation of time.

I like this quote very much, original

(To be continued......)