On the branches of the moon, all the sounds are silent, and the ethereal mountains are like being burned on the nine heavens, beyond the world.

The so-called Jinghong Mountain, is the place where day and night are not divided, located in the extreme west of the Great Yan Holy Land of the human race, the day and the moon drive, usually not visible, only when the sun and the moon are visible, only when the sun and the moon are visible, there are three moats, because the ancient times the human race has three great powers in this preaching, named the Three Holy Cliffs, although in the name of the saint, but is wrapped in endless clouds and mist, like a forbidden area of life, desolate and mysterious.

In the cold winter, everything is silent, the sea of clouds rolling all the year round on the edge of the Three Holy Cliffs is also still at this moment, only the faint handover of gold and stone and the reverberation of breathing, a young man covered in blood carries a bamboo basket on his back, only relying on a broken sword, climbing up along the rock crevice, and the fire and the noise of flickering can be seen faintly under the cliff.

"Brother, I'm hungry..."

There was a delicate shout from the bamboo basket behind him, and the young man's bloodshot, eyes full of hatred and tears, showed tenderness at this moment, silently took out a small half of the steamed bun from his arms, touched the corner of his mouth gently, his throat moved and moved, and he only swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva and handed it to the bamboo basket.

"Ling'er, eat quickly, it's still hot"

"No, brother eats first"

"Ling'er is good, my brother has already eaten it, you see that you have half left, haha, Ling'er won't blame me, right?"

"Well, Ling'er won't blame my brother, my brother is the best"

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About half an hour passed, and there was a steady breathing in the bamboo basket behind him, and the young man raised his head, looked at the cliff that was still out of reach, his eyes were firm, and he ignored his body, which was already seriously overdrawn, drew out the broken sword embedded in the rock crevice, and continued to climb. The young man's name is Fang He, about twelve years old, he is the son of the Fang family in Fengcheng at the foot of the mountain, and his seventh sister is in the bamboo basket on his back.

Fengcheng is the old land of the Fang family, three thousand years ago, the Venerable Fang Yan of the Terran Race led the three sages and five tribes to conquer the Eight Desolations, and established the Great Yan of the Holy Place of the Terran Race in the middle of the Divine Desolate Continent, practicing the law, the three religions of the book, and the same monarchs, about 300 years ago, Fang Yan felt that his time was running out, and he sent his family members to the ancestral land, and then went to the extremely cold ice field alone and there was no news.

At midnight three days ago, Fang Jinnian, the contemporary head of the Fang family, who was contemplating, suddenly woke up and felt unwell; Yes, the exercises are countercurrent, and the meridians are broken. Fang Jinnian slowly walked out of the cultivation room, his deep eyes looked towards the north, and at this time, a beam of colorful streamer flashed away and fell into the backyard. Suddenly, his pupils shrank.

"This breath...... Is it ......?"

Before he could think about it, the bright moon that was originally hanging high suddenly turned red and disappeared into the surging black tide.

"Fang Jinnian! Hand over the Saint's Fall! Rao Er can't wait! A roar full of murderous intent came into the ears of the Fang family people in their sleep, and many of the children who were still shallow in cultivation instantly vomited blood, and in a panic, the square in front of the main room was full of Fang clan people.

"Feng Xiaoren, don't spew blood!" The corners of Fang Jinnian's eyes shrunk.

"Bloody mouth? Dare to open the ancestral shrine"

"Joke! The dignified Fang family, how can you allow rebellious people such as Er to enter! ”

The person who came was none other than Feng Tianyuan, the head of the military department of the Three Sages and the Five Divisions, who had followed Fang Yan to fight against the enemies in all directions and later established the Great Yan Holy Land. At the beginning, Fang Yan dismissed the clansmen and returned to the ancestral land, in fact, he had no choice, he had a premonition that after he went north, the human race would definitely fall into a catastrophe.

"Less nonsense! You have to pay it today! If you don't pay it, you have to pay it! Otherwise, don't blame Feng for not remembering the old love! Besides, Fang Jinnian, can you still be lucky now? Hahaha"

"It's you!" I saw that Old Man Fang's eyes were wide open with anger, the corners of his mouth twitched, he could no longer suppress the chaotic essence in his body, a mouthful of essence blood gushed out, and everyone in the square also fell to the ground, without breath......

Seeing this, Feng Xiaoren smiled even more presumptuously, and said: "Lord Yuanhe really didn't lie to me, I fell into this colorless and tasteless Seven Peerless Pills, and the huge Fang family is just a lamb to be slaughtered. "Someone! Kill! Chickens and dogs don't stay! As he spoke, with a wave of his big hand, ten figures flew out from behind him, which were killers secretly cultivated by the Feng family, and there were only ten people, known as the "Ten Absolute Guards". Holding the ten peerless horizontal knives used in the war of the military department back then, the inky night could not resist the cold light emitted by the blade, and in a burst of sword light and blood light, all the people of the Fang family were divided except for Fang Jinnian.

"See? Fang Jinnian, without Fang Zu, your Fang family can only be slaughtered like this, happy! Hahaha"

The crazy laughter was still echoing, Fang Jinnian looked at this scene with a dead heart, his head full of green silk was like a white waterfall in an instant, and he slowly closed his eyes full of hatred and helplessness.

"Together, divide!" The calm voice came from Fang Jinnian's mouth, and Feng Xiaoren seemed to have thought of something at this time, and shouted, "He has broken through the realm of merger, stop him!" As he spoke, he took the lead and killed Fang Jinnian.

As early as three years ago, Feng Xiaoren came to the Fang family once, and at that time he brought a lot of "spiritual materials" to his son Feng Xiangyuan and Fang Ling to set a baby kiss, but was rejected by the head of the Fang family on the grounds of the head of the family's retreat. But at this time, Fang Jinnian couldn't care about anything else, and in Feng Xiaoren's shock, he pulled out a simple sword from his body, and a powerful word "Yan" could be vaguely seen in one-third of the sword body, which was the treasure of cultivation that Fang Jinnian used to suppress - the Great Yan Sword. The Great Yan Sword was Fang Yan's sword when Fang Yan was young, and because Fang Yan had broken through the Yin and Yang Dao, he was also able to rise to the half-step Divine Sword level, and later Fang Zu stayed in the Fang family after he went to the Extremely Cold Ice Field.

I saw Fang Jinnian bowing slightly, holding the handle with his right hand, and his eyes exuding white light. "Breaking the Extreme: Soul Lead" A dazzling white light flew out of the scabbard with the Great Yan Sword in an instant.

Seeing this scene, Feng Xiaoren hurriedly commanded the Ten Absolute Guards to sacrifice the formation with swords.

But the imaginary voice of Jin Ge didn't remember, Feng Xiaoren found out from the formation that the sword was not pointed at him, but flew towards the ancestral shrine. "You're going to destroy the ancestral shrine?" Seeing this scene, Feng Xiaoren's eyes were split, and he felt that he was being played, and his face was gloomy as water.

"Feng Xiaoren, don't you want the Qi of the Holy Fall? Since our family can't hold it, then you can't think about it. After speaking, Fang Jinnian's whole person was like a deflated ball, his originally sturdy figure was only a layer of skin left at this moment, and the saber in his hand was gone.

At this moment, Feng Xiaoren's qi and blood surged, completely lost his mind, and incarnated into tens of millions, each doppelganger is the body, and each body is also a doppelganger, and the whole body cultivation is infused into the demon knife in his hand that is still dripping blood, and there is a moment of silence, and the "Feng Xiaoren" in all directions is glowing with blood-red streamers, cutting the dead Fang Jinnian into ashes.