Wuzhu Lake is the realm of the gods.

A few hours ago, the moonlight was clear and clear in the blink of an eye, obscured by black clouds, and the torrential rain fell from the sky like a beaded curtain with broken threads, colliding in the air, splashing into a misty white mist, soaking the whole night.

Every time lightning strikes, all the tall buildings shake with it, flickering in the darkness of white and paint.

Flocks of night birds swirl in the air, screaming for shelter from the rain.

The Wu family raised too many birds.

So this black finch roosted in the witch's house for several months, and it did not attract anyone's attention.

To this day, when Yun Zhenren saw the blackbird flying high in the sky, he couldn't help but think of that rainy night more than ten years ago.

That was fourteen years ago......

"My mother died at that time, right?"

Xiao He's voice was like a wisp of rain.

"Hmm."

Yun Zhenren answered.

Fourteen years seem to be connected by a torrential rain, and the baby girl has grown into a beautiful girl in the blink of an eye.

Xiao He sat by the window, feeling the oncoming rain, and waved his hand at the night sky.

"Goodbye, Auntie."

This was the last time she would see her aunt.

When her aunt was captured by the Wu family, in order to pry open her secret, the Wu family had already made that body full of holes, even if she recuperated in the mountains, she couldn't live for too many years.

It came with Xiao He, it wanted to watch the girl it raised grow up, and it also had to complete the poisonous spell set back then.

The girl's expression was stunned, and her cheeks were wet.

Yun Zhenren sighed, although he thought that there would be variables, he didn't expect this day to come in such a form.

He thought of the divination of the foreman before his death.

Is that crooked, or is it ...... Is there a certain number in the dark?

He was already tired, too tired to maintain his disguise, and many ordinary people could see a faint white powder and markings on Yun Zhenren's 'handsome' face.

But he also has an oath.

Back then, he stabbed himself three swords and betrayed Yunkong Mountain, was seriously injured after killing his junior brother and snatching the immortal pupil, and died in the wasteland. He also swore in the ancestral hall of the Wu family to protect the Wu family until the end of the inheritance of the god of guarding.

It's ridiculous to say that Yunkong Mountain has a blood feud with him, but he still likes to call himself a Taoist priest of Yunkong Mountain.

"That's all for tonight's farce."

Yun Zhenren lowered his sleeves, not even bothering to draw his sword, his left eye lit up with golden light, and a shadow of golden armor appeared behind him, it was the divine soul plucked from the tomb of the firmament, "You should know that I am an immortal." ”

"I know." Xiao He said.

"Do you think you can stop me?" Yun Zhenren asked, "Your aunt is no longer in her prime, and I can take her life with a word of truth." ”

"Please also speak the truth." Xiao He smiled.

Yun Zhenren looked confused, he pointed forward, opened his mouth, and spoke to the rain curtain.

"The Rain Master Turns the Clouds and Breaks the Water*"

Yun Zhenren frowned, but the voice of the last word seemed to be blocked and could not be spoken.

He took a step forward with a grim expression, and the sword was naturally drawn in his hand and stood in front of his chest.

"Sword Break*"

"Star Shifting Gods*"

"Five Elements of Corpse*"

Only the complete spell could cast the mysterious spell, but when he recited the spell, there was only one word missing, and that word was swallowed up by the invisible mouth, and there was no bone left, so the whole spell collapsed and became ineffective.

When he read the last sentence, his mouth moved rapidly, but he couldn't make any sound.

It stands to reason that there are some sound-related spells in this world that cultivators can use to erase the voices of others. But the voice is easy to dissolve, how to erase the heart?

What's more, his realm is far higher than Wu Youhe's, how can there be such a high-level technique in the world that can cross the three realms to shield his voice?

There were so many unexpected things tonight that even he felt numb, but his mind still found the key in the lightning.

"So you're not the Spirit Root of Foresight!" Yun Zhenren said coldly.

The phrase was spoken as usual.

"The real person finally thought of it."

The girl's slightly curled lips hooked again, she spat out a sentence casually, and then her fingers flexed, holding the sentence in her hand.

It was a vibrating but invisible 'sound', which changed shape in the girl's hands, sometimes like a thin dragon around its arms, sometimes like a swan falling its feathers, sometimes high-pitched and passionate, sometimes low and tactful...... It fluttered beside the maiden, leaping and flying with her fingers.

"It's the Spirit of Sound." Xiao He said: "What I have always had is the spiritual root of sound. ”

……

The rain was pouring down, and the blackbird took one last look at the girl by the window, screamed, and then swooped down like an arrow in the direction of the head of the house.

It was the tallest building of the Wu family, and it stood out from the crowd at a glance, and it would not be mistaken.

Xiao He lied to everyone.

She didn't have the ability to foresee the future, and she couldn't fool the Truth Stone, but she cut off its sound with the Spirit Root of Sound, and she walked silently, and opened the door silently because of this.

She lied at the time, but it was just for Yun Zhenren to listen to an off-string sound - she could live until four years later!

Yun Zhenren is a smart person, of course he can understand.

There are four divine servants, she can't let herself be the extra one, she has to blend in with the witch family, so she fabricated this lie, and it is difficult to falsify such a thing as the prophetic spiritual root, and Yun Zhenren is helpless even if he is suspicious.

Anyway, the mantra stone can't test her.

The real person couldn't spit out the spell, like cutting off an arm, but his realm was still the highest in the world, he drew his sword, broke through the wall directly, and rushed into the raging rain outside the house.

He's going to stop the blackbird!

The house was in complete chaos.

A lot of people understand what they're talking about in hindsight.

It turned out that this girl was a baby who should have died fourteen years ago, and the demon sparrow did not kill her for the first time, but raised her and made her a powerful ghost who took revenge on the witch family!

The girl's stunning figure was dyed with a faint color of blood, and her cheeks, eyebrows, eyes, lips and teeth were ...... The wet rain deepened the beauty like a blurred makeup, and she smiled at the crowd, her snow-white hair fluttering messily.

The second prince and Wang Erguan also came.

Wang Erguan looked at the girl who was so beautiful that he couldn't talk, and sat on the ground in fright, thinking quickly about whether he had offended Xiao He in the past.

The second prince looked at the corpse of the eldest prince on the ground, and his face was also pale with fright, and he ran away.

The most ugly face was Ji Luoyang, he looked at Xiao He, like a piece of wood that had been split by thunder and fire, and stood frozen in place, there was no anger in his eyes, he just muttered to himself:

"There were so many opportunities...... I...... I missed all ......"

Xiao He ignored his dreams.

She jumped out of the window and fell to the ground laughing, and the people had already begun to run away, pushing and trampling each other into a pot of porridge.

"It's noisy."

Xiao He snapped her fingers, and the sound of the whole room was taken away by her, and it was quiet.

She could control all the sounds she could hear.

"Back then, a lot of people wanted to hurt me, my name and aunt helped me write it down, I recited it since I was a child, I remember it clearly, ten years have passed, I don't know you ...... Are they all alive. ”

Xiao He casually drew a sword and walked towards the crowd.

……

A few feathers fell from Yun Zhenren's body, and the rain stuck the feathers to his black clothes.

He couldn't stop the blackbird.

The blackbird almost brushed the edge of his sword, and slid into the main pavilion, and everyone's doors and windows closed in an instant, and they entered a state of facing the enemy.

The feathers and blood on the wooden sword washed away by the heavy rain, Yun Zhenren looked at the tall buildings like a huge mountain in the dark night, and the killing intent turned into a sigh.

The main building of the family is a terrible killing weapon, since the realm of the head of the family has declined, he has hidden inside, not daring to take half a step.

Tonight, the demon sparrow is destined to go and never return, but the head of the house......

In the attic at the top, the hook-nosed old man was cowering in a wooden chair, and his expression trembled as he looked at the glimmering window and the dark shadow in front of him.

A shadow that stands on the bones.

She wore a red crow mask that obscured her long-lost face, and she stood by the window, looking at the empty birdcage, her eyes not clear.

The only sound in the world is thunder and lightning and rain.

She was even difficult to completely turn into a human form, the untransformed feather was like a lily draped on her body, she pulled out one casually, and the long feather turned into a sharp blade, which she held in her hand, and wherever the blade reached, the air trembled slightly.

The mechanism of the Wu family's god view tower also moved, the curtain fell, and the divine paintings on it came to life, they no longer fought in the picture scroll, but pounced on the black shadow that broke in, and the tanuki faces on the wooden shelves of the tables and chairs also became vivid, and they turned into little cat-like ghosts, kicking their hind feet, jumping back and forth between the complex beams, and grinning at the intruders on the ground.

After the long sword, the armor hanging on the wall also took its own right, and they all became ghost generals, holding the hilt of the sword, swinging in unison, like a well-trained army.

But the dark shadow didn't look at them.

She stared at the birdcage hidden in the depths, and a ho-ho-ho laugh came out of her throat, and the terrible smile echoed in the room, and at the end of the laugh, she jumped up, and the sword feathers in her hand slashed out of the lightless light.

The rainstorm seems to have broken through the barrier of time, connecting 14 years ago with today!

Fantasy swelled in her pupils.

It was back then, she was lying in a cage drenched in blood, the triumphant head of the family sat on a high place, looking down on everything coldly and proudly, and a beautiful, pregnant woman was stroking the harp beside her, and the sound of the piano was like a deer lost in the woods.

She could understand the sound of the piano, she could understand her blankness, they were all trapped in cages, only visible and invisible.

The witch family bears the secrets of the god of guarding, and she also bears the secrets of the white phoenix, the gods never care about their strength when they bestow secrets on mortal beings, because for the gods at the end of these legends, the earthly world is a world made of dust, and there is no difference between dust.

But even if it's a mote, she's still the most powerful of the motes.

If she hadn't just laid an egg at that time, it would have been impossible for her to be surrounded and captured by the Wu family.

It was the child she had worked so hard to give birth to, but before she could hatch it, it shattered in the scuffle, and became a muddy slurry that flowed all over the ground like maddening blood.

The black shadow leaped into the air, breaking several beams, and with a swing of his sword, it slashed through the ghosts that swooped down in the curtain, and they fell to the ground, turning into colorful writhing maggots.

The black shadow of the red crow mask raised her hand, and her body swayed, swinging her sword and slashing again.

In the middle of the night, she vaguely saw the woman again.

She couldn't remember the face of the woman who stroked the piano, but she only remembered the eyes she looked through the cage, and there was cowardice, fear, concern, and ...... Freemasonry.

She was not deterred by herself, but often fed her, and at that time she thought it was a ploy of the witch family, and wanted to loosen her heart.

'Just call you coo......

She was too weak to make a cooing sound, and the woman's reaction was so naïve that she felt fake.

Between thoughts, the Wu family's mechanism was like a thousand arrows in unison, and the strong killing intent was like a torrential rain that was overwhelming.

She caught up to the torrential rain.

In the torrential rain, the baby girl fell to the ground, and the witch family quarreled endlessly.

Back then, it was the pre-teacher who pointed to the child in her womb and said that this was the destiny of heaven, and if the Wu family killed her without permission, she would be punished by heaven, and the head of the family believed it, but on the night the child was born, the pre-master went crazy.

No one will believe the nonsense of a crazy woman anymore.

The grievances that had been building up in the family for months erupted overnight, and the child became the target of public criticism.

In the middle of the night, the door suddenly opened, and a young woman with blood all over her body crawled in, she was wrapped in the clothes of a small girl, and she didn't know how to run here from the chaos, she took out the key she had stolen, and opened the door of the cage tremblingly.

'You've only fed me a few times, so why should I help you?' ’

'I hate you Wu family to the core, including you, and you are unleashing demons. ’

'That's your child, she has filthy blood running through her......

I won't be grateful to you. ’

"I'll eat her."

‘……’

The young woman was lying in a pool of blood, her beautiful face so white, so white that it made people feel miserable, and her lips moved before she died, and she did not know whether to say a curse or a blessing.

Bean-sized raindrops fell from the dark sky, and the sky was always so high that even if it gave birth to wings, it only soared in unattainable despair.

Black crow feathers cut a dazzling arc.

Everything enshrined in the pavilion was collapsing, and the head of the house sat in the center, his fingers moving mechanically, driving the huge weapon to kill the black shadow.

In the hall of the eldest prince, lines of blood were also splashed indifferently.

Xiao He watched the enemies fall in a pool of blood one by one, but there was no smile on her face, she looked at everything in a mess, and the scenes from childhood to adulthood appeared in her mind.

Fourteen years of her life were like a punishment.

When she was a child, she crawled in the swamp, scavenged in the snow, fought in the forest, her arms were thin, she only had a rusty wood knife in her hand, she would die anytime and anywhere, she felt that it was better to live than to die......

It was a dark day, and after her aunt had taught her to speak, she had not spoken anything superfluous to her.

Survival comes at a price.

She was lucky enough to survive that rainy night, and she was burdened with sin and hatred, and she soared not on a blue and sunny day full of white clouds, but on a rainy night, in which the soft feathers turned into blades of steel, which were her surviving armor.

She practiced penance for fourteen years.

At a certain moment, anger suddenly appeared on the girl's cold face.

She turned around, grabbed the eldest prince's corpse by the neck and lifted him up, and the murderous intent in her pale eyes skyrocketed.

"How do you ...... So weak! Xiao He gritted his teeth.

"Aren't you a fairy? Aren't you the reincarnation of a true immortal? Aren't you the only genius of the Wu family in three hundred years? Xiao He shouted and asked, "How are you ...... So weak!! ”

She slammed the body to the ground and jerked back.

"For the sake of you people, I have to endure such pain, just for the sake of ...... You people! ”

The eldest prince could not answer, his body slammed to the ground, and the fairy-like skin was trampled on.

Memories come back again.

'I'm going to take you to a place, a very important place. ’

They have climbed countless snow-capped mountains.

When she was about to lose her support, the sun rose in the east, and the snow-capped mountains in front of her were illuminated golden.

'Where is this?' ’

Don't ask. ’

'What is this?' ’

Don't ask. ’

'What am I going to do?' ’

'Drink it. ’

She drank it all up, rolled on the ground in pain, and at one point begged her aunt to kill her.

It was a long time before she learned that it was the blood of the gods...... Her hair turned white, her eyes faded, she could perceive the world more clearly, and even felt that she could spread her illusory wings and go to the graveyard sky.

They sucked my blood, plucked my feathers, and struck my marrow to get this thing, which I wanted to give to my child. ’

'Am I not your daughter?' ’

'You are the daughter of your enemy!' ’

The aunt cried out hoarsely, she turned her head, her cheeks slightly sunken, her visibly aged face showed a hideous look, she seemed to be crazy, but her eyes were frighteningly clear, she grabbed her shoulders, and pinched her nails like knives into her flesh:

"My daughter is long dead...... I raised you, and you are my daughter...... Who else can I give it to but you?! ”

Pity and hatred changed on the same face, and finally she hugged herself and cried, crying heartbreakingly, crying hoarsely, crying so much that she ...... I can't bear to hear it.

Lightning shuttled through the clouds, and the thunder was deafening.

When she was very young, her aunt told her that lightning is a ladder in the sky that everyone can see, but it is fleeting, and only the truly powerful can rely on this winding thunder and lightning to see the secret behind the clear blue sky.

How do you become truly powerful......

'It's so warm down here, why do we have to live on top of this mountain?' The snow here won't melt for a thousand years. ’

Because one day, you're going to a real snow-capped mountain. ’

'A real snowy mountain? ’

It is said that as long as you climb the snow-capped mountain and see the tree, you can become the co-master of the demons in the world. You're going to get there someday, don't ...... Let me down. ’

Xiao He walked to the window, his face covered with rain.

Yun Zhenren walked back tiredly.

He could have forced his way into the main attic building and tried to stop it from happening, but he was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyes.

The sudden birdsong was pierced by thunder and lightning.

The Pavilion Master was in chaos as if he had just experienced an explosion.

The black shadow of the red crow mask broke through layers of obstruction and came to the front of the old master, she was also covered in bruises, and behind the broken mask was a face that she couldn't bear to look at.

There are too many curses and poisons in her body, and she can't be sure how she survived to this day, maybe just to complete her last obsession.

She fulfilled her obsession.

It's just that in the end, she couldn't even tell whether the person in front of her was old and dead or killed by her.

The head of the family died, and the fierce underworld array unfolded at the same time, and she had nowhere to escape.

She didn't even think about going out of the building.

She fell to her knees and shouted angrily and unwillingly.

'Auntie......

Faintly, she heard the girl calling her, she turned her head, and behind her was the misty night, and she showed the only gentle smile in her life to this cold night.

Death engulfed all that was with her.

Living in this filthy land, it is inevitable to bear the debts it brings, gods, evil spirits, dragon corpses, and true immortals...... Countless people are crazy because of it, and countless people are dying because of it.

Xiao He stood quietly in the building, waiting for everything to lose its voice.

She stood there for a long, long time.

The rain gradually stopped.

The empty sky was full of filaments.

It was as if she could see a blackbird circling and circling, and she was trapped in the rainstorm of that night, and could not leave it for the rest of her life, until death came, and she fell asleep peacefully and dissolved into the cold night.

And a long time passed.

Xiao He untied the card of the divine servant from himself and handed it to Yun Zhenren.

"Give him to my brother." Xiao He said.

"Why don't you go yourself?" Yun Zhenren asked.

"I'm going to get dressed." Xiao He said.