In the early years of the Li calendar, the Emperor of the Wasteland pacified the Eight Wildernesses to end the war and unified the Great Li. After entrusting the world to the royal family, live in seclusion in Jiangcheng!

In the eighteenth year of the Li calendar, King Arthur of the Western Emperor raised an army to march eastward, and the Emperor of the Deserted Heaven single-handedly crossed the crusade in the Ashoka Plateau!

In the thirty-second year of the Li calendar, the barbarians of the East China Sea disturbed the stability of the coastal residents' lives, and the barren slaughtered the king of Fusang overnight.

In the 60th year of the Li calendar, the 78th year of the Li calendar, and the 130th year of the Li calendar, the people with the surname of the desolate surname have guarded the Dali for more than 300 years, saving the Dali from danger and helping the people in suffering. Like an omnipotent god standing in the hearts of the people of Dali, it cannot be shaken!

"History is always written by the victors, and any brilliant, glorious, and unrivaled deeds will turn into historical dust with your demise! From now on, history will be written by me!" The mysterious man faced the direction of Jiangcheng, the corners of his mouth drew an arc, and the firelight swept over the strange forest! He held the simple and thick "Da Li Desolation" in his hand, and a wisp of green flame suddenly rose from his broad palm, quickly turning the history book into ashes!

Early spring, heavy rain!

Thunder and turmoil in the night!

The night sky of Jiangcheng is filled with blood mist, intertwined with the dripping spring rain, and the thick blood mist envelops the entire Jiangcheng gathering, and the smell of blood is extremely heavy.

The empty streets glowed with blood, and crimson liquid and rain flowed uncontrollably on the bluestone-paved streets.

In the spring of the tenth year of Da Li Pingzhi, Jiangcheng was slaughtered!

The early spring thundered, and this seemingly calm night seemed restless.

There is a ruined temple ten miles away from Jiangcheng, and the date of construction can no longer be studied.

At this moment, the firelight in the ruined temple seeped out from the dilapidated walls, covering the remnants of snow under the walls with a golden cloak and shining. The dry firewood in the temple could not withstand the scorching fire, making a crisp 'crackling' sound, and the firelight swayed to illuminate every corner of the broken temple.

The broken temple is very broken, and the Buddha statue can't tell which way it is a fairy.

Directly below the Buddha statue sits a black-robed man, his eyes are as deep as the sea, and his back is as majestic as a mountain. Simple black robe, cold face. The robe and hat were gone, and a rough hemp rope tied the long hair that fell, and a few strands of hair occasionally fell down from the forehead.

The firelight reflected on his face was pitch black, and no light was reflected. He is like a black hole, devouring everything, including light.

His name is Huangli, a man with a wild surname.

There was a sleeping young man in white lying in his arms, and there was a trace of paleness on the young man's delicate face. He seemed to be trapped in an endless nightmare, and his face showed a painful expression of struggle from time to time. From time to time, he patted the young man on the back with his thick palm, and his deep eyes revealed a deep love.

There was also a man sitting by the fire, dressed in a winter coat with a tulle on his face, a black scarf on his head, a silver scimitar hanging from his waist, and a dark red sickle gun in his hand. The whole body exuded a strong smell of blood, and the eyebrows were extremely angry, like a beast that would go crazy at any time. Blood was dripping from the ends of his hair. The murderous aura leaks out and the fire and light are uncertain, like a bloody Shura who has just been killed from hell.

His head lowered slightly, his eyes slightly open, and he looked at the sparks that jumped up from time to time in front of him. The straight back bent slightly, and the resolute face could not hide the sadness.

"Humph!"

Suddenly, Huang Li snorted, and he forcibly held back the surging blood in his chest, but a touch of bright red blood still oozed from the corner of his mouth. The blood slowly flowed down the corners of his mouth, dripping on the young man's white robe and slowly spreading, painting a blooming blood flower.

The fire seemed to be affected by the change of mood of desolation, and the burning was more violent, and the sound of firewood cracking pierced every inch of space in the temple.

"Second Master!"

The black-robed man seemed to have not spoken for a long time, his words were slurred, and his voice was hoarse, as if metal was rubbing between his throats. He looked anxiously at the middle-aged man, his pupils were red! redder than blood, a strange crimson!

"Xiaoli, he is the son of Huang Zhan, let him get rid of the fate of Huang Zhan, don't be like us!" Huang Li's ears echoed the old man's last advice, containing too much remorse.

There was no sound in the ruined temple, and the heavens seemed to be exaggerated by the suppressed grief and indignation in the temple, and it was pouring rain! The thunder resounded more wantonly in this starry sky.

The next day, the spring rain stopped, and the air was filled with the fresh smell of earth and grass, exuding a refreshing freshness.

"My name is Huang Li, your grandfather's second son, your father's own brother, and your own uncle. In front of the ruined temple that was washed by the spring rain overnight, Huang Li said to the young man who was in a daze looking in the direction of Jiangcheng. Then he slowly rolled up his robe, revealing a birthmark with a white crescent moon on his forearm.

"Ten years ago, I ran away from home due to irreconcilable conflicts with my father, and since then it has become a taboo in the wilderness. ”

The young man's face was haggard and pale, so the dark circles under his eyes were particularly dark.

He was calm, not at all age-calm. He looked at the black-robed man next to him, and then at the crescent moon on his arm that was whiter than the snow under the wall last night. He bowed his head and remained silent, as if he had believed what the middle-aged man said.

After a long time, he lowered his head and whispered with a hint of pleading, "Can you take me home?"

He still remembers everything that happened last night, and that scene comes to his mind all the time, and he will never forget it in this life.

He only hoped that last night had been a long dream and would never come true.

"They have left this world. "Deserted is a little unbearable, but still speaks.

Huang Junyu didn't cry, but his eyes were slightly red, he turned around numbly and dragged his stiff body towards the grove in front of the temple.

Huang Li looked at the small figure in front of him who was staggering and would fall on the yellow mud road at any time and did not stop it, he knew that after last night, Huang Junyu had inevitably embarked on a cruel and bloody road of revenge.

Finally, after walking less than fifty steps, Huang Junyu fell to the ground, and his white clothes were stained with yellow mud. He loved to be clean since he was a child, but at this time he didn't care at all, he leaned on the trunk of the tree beside him in a daze, his head resting on the trunk, and his eyes were empty and dull.

"Grandpa, don't leave Junyu alone, don't!" he was only a nine-year-old child after all, and tears finally welled up uncontrollably in his eyes. Faces were filled with grief and tears that flowed down their cheeks, dripping on the spring grass that had just emerged from the earth, bending their heads and seeping into the loose earth.

The ruined walls of the temple were washed away by heavy rain overnight, and the mud and dust that adhered to the surface faded away, revealing mottled stone bricks. Time will eventually make people forget something, and at the same time, quietly leave something behind.

Walking up the moss-covered steps, Huangli suddenly stopped, took out a letter from his sleeve, handed it to the black-robed man behind him, and said, "Go to the Moon God Lake and give this letter to the Moon God." ”

The night slowly closed, and the barren fish had not yet returned. The thunder sounded low, as if another spring rain was brewing.

He still has no intention of going out while sitting quietly under the Buddha statue, he wants to give Huang Junyu enough time and space, not to let Huang Junyu forget the pain of losing his loved ones, but to let him get used to the pain. He knows very well that it is impossible to forget the painful wounds in his heart, but they are hidden in his heart, hidden in places that the smoke and dust of time cannot reach.

'Boom!' thundered again, and a torrential rain followed!

The moss on the steps sounded the sound of being stepped on.

"Brush" Desolate appeared in front of the temple gate out of thin air, and he clearly felt that the desolate monarch's fishing aura was disordered, and the condition was very bad.

Desolate appeared in front of the temple gate out of thin air, and appeared in front of Desolate Junyu.

I saw that the jade bun on the head of the desolate monarch had fallen off, and the long hair was hanging down and draped behind his shoulders. The black hair and two curved eyebrows had long since faded to white, whiter than the remnants of snow under the fallen wall last night.

Huang Li suddenly thought of a possibility, and looked at Huang Jun Yu's heart like a knife! He could no longer hold back the tumbling and restless blood in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out with a "wow" sound.

Panic! For the first time in his life, he was so flustered!

Huang Li nervously grabbed Huang Junyu's wrist, and suddenly Huang Li seemed to be ten years old! He staggered back and said to himself in disbelief: "Decline before you get old, Shaohua is white! Why!"

Huang Li's heart hurts, his heart hurts, Huang Junyu is sad and white-headed, he needs to vent, he wants to kill those people!

Huang Li slowly raised his right hand and opened the five fingers in the air, and then shook it! The wide palm seemed to hold infinite power, and the Buddha statue in the broken temple exploded.

'Boom!'

The stone chips did not scatter everywhere as expected, but disappeared out of thin air, as if they had been sucked in by a black hole.

In an instant, these disappeared stone chips appeared outside the temple gate, behind the green mountain!

'Boom!'

The stone chips exploded again! Shooting in all directions.

Cold and rainy night, I don't know if it's rain or dirt or something else under the night sky.

The soil on the mountain was shaken a little loose, and the sand and gravel on the surface rolled down. Nothing happened, but the flowers and plants in many hidden places on the green hills were watered with a red viscous liquid, and I wonder if these flowers and plants will grow more luxuriant than in previous years.

At the same time, Huang Junyu slowly raised his head, his face was even paler than before, and a faint wrinkle had appeared at the corners of his eyes. He looked at the desolate and sluggish eyes and slowly spoke: "The people surnamed Desolate have been working hard for generations to protect Dali! But now the world has never treated us well! I want revenge!"