Aoki Peak, this is a very remote peak of the barren mountain, extremely civil and woody, the four seasons are like summer.

The mountains here are high and the forests are deep, wild beasts are rampant, and people are inaccessible, and no matter how brave the woodcutter or hunter is, he does not dare to set foot here.

On the green Aoki Peak, I don't know when and how year lived a family, there were four wooden houses, built in three directions: east, west and north, two large houses sat in the north, and one hut in the east and west.

Take the mountain cliff as the edge, take the sky as the boundary, and be an extraordinary person.

In front of the courtyard, there is a stalagmite, one or two zhang high, standing on the edge of the mountain cliff, there is a person sitting on the top of the stalagmite, is a young man in red clothes, his eyes are extremely far away, looking at the sky in the distance.

The young man in red was not very old, about fifteen years old, he was extremely handsome, his skin was like cherry blossoms, his eyes were like black agate, faintly the light of the stars and the moon, his mouth, ears, eyes, nose, throat...... All of them are ingenious, unique in the world, and let one of them belong to others, which can make countless people envious, perfect combination, perfect match, and discoloration.

It's just a pity that he is too cold, so cold that he is incompatible with the world, and in the eyes of the stars and the sea of ice, there is indifference, indifference to the world, and disregard for all living beings.

"Young Master, it's time to eat!"

In the middle of the east wooden house, the door is open, out of a big man, thick eyebrows and big eyes, about forty years old, walking between dragon and tiger steps, wearing a clean coarse cloth robe, but in the deep eyes, there are stars intertwined. He stopped behind the red-clothed young man, bowed and shouted.

"Okay, Uncle Li!"

The voice was a little cold, emotionless, not from the heart, but from the instinct.

This is the sentence they say the most, and it has been the same for eight years, and there has never been a word more, and never a word less.

The young man in red rolled over and walked towards the wooden house. The middle-aged man leaned sideways, lowered his head, and bowed slightly, waiting for the red-clothed young man to pass before following his steps.

Entering the hall of the wooden house, a delicate and unique wooden table, steaming, three dishes and one soup, this is the boy's meal, and it has been like this for eight years.

The young man sat down, picked up the rice bowl, and ate unhurriedly, one bite of rice, one bite of food, first eating, then vegetables, eating very seriously, not in order.

The middle-aged man stood on the side, not sitting and eating together.

This image lasted for eight years, every day, every meal, until time repeats itself.

The master and the servant never had a conversation, and the only words were, 'Young Master, it's time to eat' and 'Okay, Uncle Li'. For the young man in red, the big man has always been respectful, and in ordinary times, he usually doesn't peek at the young man, but today, the big man is different from the past, his eyes continue to sweep towards the young man, he wants to speak and stop, he has something to say, but it is difficult to speak.

After hesitating for a long time, he still opened his mouth.

"Young Master, you are fifteen years old this year."

The young man didn't look back, and said coldly: "Uncle Li, but something?" ”

Uncle Li said: "Young master, the master once said that the young master will recover his mind and stand on the fifteenth day." ”

The boy nodded: "Get out of here?" ”

He didn't jump out of stone, he naturally had a father and a mother, but he had never met his parents and didn't have much impression of them.

Uncle Li nodded: "After three months, the Sword Sect recruited disciples, and the old slave had some friendship with the Sword Sect, and the young master could take the old slave token and go to the Sword Sect." ”

When the boy finished eating, he put down the bowl and said one word: "Good!" ”

Get up, leave the hut, and walk back to the courtyard.

Didn't ask the reason, waited for the trip.

Uncle Li bowed down, waited for the young man to leave, straightened his back, looked at the back of the young man leaving, was slightly reluctant, and said in his heart: "Young master, you have to walk alone in the future, the old slave is leaving." ”

The boy returned to the stalagmite on the edge of the yaku, looking far away, watching the red sunset.

"The past life is over, and it's time to see the world."

The boy muttered in his heart.

No one knows that he is not from this world, he is from Blue Star and is from Yanhuang.

In his previous life, he was an orphan, with no relatives or friends, sleeping on his pillow and bones, walking on the sea of blood, killing all his life, either in killing, or on the way to killing, he had a terrifying title: Hell Killing God!

He didn't have a name, and in the end the god of killing became his name.

Kill the gods, Shura hell!

Killing the god is invincible in the world, there is a kind of artistic conception that the height is not very cold, in order to pursue martial arts, explore the ancient ruins, found an ancient ruins in Kunlun Mountain, kill the god after many difficulties, nine deaths and one life, enter the interior, lost the god when the tower was fallen, in the head, was stoned to death, came to this world.

It's just that the god of killing is reborn, and he doesn't know whether he is reincarnated or reborn.

Before the age of seven, he was mentally retarded, a fool, unconscious, did not know the heavens, the earth, the sun and the moon, did not know the spring, summer, autumn and winter, laughed when he was happy, and cried when he was sad.

Mentally retarded, unconscious, either the soul is the first to be born, or the main soul is asleep, so he does not know whether he is reborn or reborn.

This life is the same as in the previous life, he has no name, his parents call him 'Bao'er', Uncle Li calls him 'young master', from beginning to end, there is no name.

"Walking the rivers and lakes, how can you not have a name? The master's surname is wind, then I will follow the master's surname, and I will be called the wind crying soul! ”

The name of a trembling Immortal Martial Continent appeared.

Kill the gods and weep souls.

The wind weeping soul climbed his feet and cultivated, and after getting off the stalagmite, Uncle Li's voice came again.

"Young Master!"

The wind wept and said, "Uncle Li, I will leave tomorrow." ”

The words are still so cold, and they are still so impersonal.

Uncle Li is used to the Wind Weeping Soul like this, he still remembers that when the Wind Weeping Soul woke up, looking at his eyes, there were three points of fierceness and six points of killing intent in the coldness, this is not a relative, it is an enemy, an enemy who will come out of the sheath if he moves at the slightest change.

Uncle Li didn't feel weird, the birth of the wind weeping soul was an unusual day.

On that day, blood rained from the sky, and the earth dispersed gloomy air.

The ghosts are screaming, and the ghosts are roaring.

It's a conspiracy, a huge conspiracy.

With the cursed blood of millions of gods, extract the netherworld qi under the nine shades, combined with hundreds of millions of grievances and endless death gas, just to fall forever after the wind and weep souls, and forever fall after this human hero.

Therefore, after the birth of the Wind Weeping Soul, it became a dark creature born from the human race.

Uncle Li knew that this was the sequelae of the Wind Weeping Soul being contaminated by those evil things.

But Uncle Li didn't know that this was not any sequelae, but entirely because of the previous life of the Wind Weeping Soul: Hell Killing God.

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