In the depths of the dense forest, an old crow suddenly flew up, its wings spread like a pitch-black cage, enveloping people impenetrably.

Koharu, in order to be able to cross the river in order to be disgusted with ghosts, she wanted to steal the magic pill from the demon clan who crossed the river in the dense forest. She hurriedly asked the ghost to cross the river and leave, but she didn't want to follow, because she was afraid that after the demon found out, she would notice that someone had crossed the river and chase after her, which would ruin the big thing of the ghost and disgusting.

She would rather stay where she is and stall for the ghost.

The little girl who has always lived in the human race knows that people's hearts are sinister, but she doesn't know that they are as ferocious as demons.

Not long after the ghost crossed the river, she was found by the demons who had lost her things. A mortal woman, against the ferocious and terrifying demons, the end can be imagined.

The boy hugged the girl in front of him, her body became stiff, without the warmth and softness of Su Ri, no matter how he called him, she would never wake up again.

They traveled all the way to Blackstone City in order to find his father.

In order for him to be able to cross the river, she went to great lengths to steal a bag of magic pills, and finally died because of it.

And what about himself? He didn't even see the appearance of the ghost carving, he only saw his father's new wife who was about to pass through the door, high up and not eating all kinds of sufferings in the world.

He was like a lost dog, chased, expelled, and killed by the shackles of his identity. Desperate for everything, getting nothing, like a joke.

Those visions of the future, greedy fantasies, and dreams of a good life after reuniting with their loved ones on a rainy night were brutally shattered one by one.

Why?

Why is the world so unjust?

Why should he put up with everything?

Why should you be like an ant on the bottom of your feet, living humbly and lowly at the mercy of fate?

Intense anger surged from his heart, unwillingness and hatred were like a torch that was lit, surging wantonly in his limbs in an instant, and a pitch-black mark crawled up his spiritual veins, and at the center of his eyebrows, a strange black begonia suddenly bloomed.

There was a sudden piercing pain in the atrium, and the hairpin bent down suddenly.

The young man with the girl in his arms turned around, his golden pupils like a dazzling abyss, hiding an invisible madness.

He looked at the other side of the Styx, facing the direction of Black Rock City, and said word by word: "Ghost Diaotang, I will kill you." ”

"Boom-" With a bang, countless broken fragments flashed in front of the hairpin.

She saw Oni Misaki burying Koharu's body and left the place to go to the far south.

There is a desperate place in the south, called the Shura Ghost Road, where tens of thousands of Shura evil ghosts are hidden, and it is a treacherous place that demons and monks are unwilling to step into. Ordinary people go in and die for a lifetime. However, this Shura Ghost Dao is the fastest place to cultivate magical power, and if you can get out of this place, it is better than a monk's cultivation for a hundred years.

The ghost is tired of going to the Tao alone, cultivating for many years, he killed all the ghosts here, punished all the Shura, and finally awakened the blood of the heavenly demon.

Many years have passed, the world has long changed, he wants to return to Black Rock City and kill the demon king with his own hands, but when he gets out, he learns that the demon king has been killed in the ruins of the Golden Gate many years ago.

He tried everything to get out of the Shura Ghost Path, just to get the most powerful power in the world and get back everything he had lost from the Ghost Diaotang.

However, the person who hated half his life is gone.

That night, he sat under the cliff where he and Koharu had taken shelter from the rain, and watched the rain fall and was silent all night.

The hatred did not go away, and he could not find peace. The drizzling mountain rain soaked his clothes like a sympathetic whisper. He was on the edge of the cliff, looking at the dark blue sky above him.

Heavenly Dao, what is it exactly?

Is it a rule, or is it an absurd coincidence? If everything is predestined, why let him experience all the pain in this world? If he is destined to suffer, why give him endless hope and reveal the impermanence of fate at the last moment?

The begonias on the young man's forehead were as black as ink, and his golden eyes shone with a strange light.

If the heavens want to destroy him, then he will go against the heavens.

If you hate rules, you become the one who makes them.

He wants to gain the most powerful power in the world and become the master of destiny. Never be an ant who goes with the flow, one of the many living beings.

Hairpin felt the sharp pain in her atrium intensifying, as if someone was ripping flesh from her heart with a sharp blade.

She saw that the ghost was disgusted with life, and found the natal spirit weapon, and trained the spirit weapon into the appearance of an umbrella. The Shura umbrella can breathe people's hearts and devour people's spirits, and the shadow of every dead person will be reflected on the umbrella surface, and the umbrella surface becomes weird and gorgeous.

He searched everywhere for the whereabouts of Xiao Yuanzhu, just because refining Xiao Yuanzhu could get the power of the Three Realms, he wanted to kill the Heavenly Realm and rewrite everything in the world.

He was in the five-wheel tower, and when the statue of the pig at the door saw him, he immediately retreated, and the spirit beast who judged the fairness was shocked by his anger at that moment, and couldn't help but take the initiative to surrender. In this world, it has never been that evil prevails over good, but that the strong are respected.

The last level of trial, the reincarnation of the eight sufferings, he became a master of Jingshan, and experienced the life of the poor man, and at the end, the people of the city knelt on the ground and begged, but the golden-robed young man laughed loudly, and he bent down with laughter, and laughed so much that tears were born. In the void, someone tirelessly said to him over and over again: "Let go, let go, put down the butcher's knife, and you will become a Buddha." ”

The tip of the Shura umbrella ran through the chest of the person in front of him, and he said coldly: "I was born as a demon, why did I become a Buddha?" ”

If the devil goes to the heavenly realm, the devil is the Buddha.

Master Jingshan was puzzled by the question of his life, and he did not hesitate at all, what did the common people have to do with him? What does the world have to do with him? Good people never end well, this is an eternal truth.

Hairpin gasped for air in pain, and his hand grasping the robe almost tore the fabric apart. Gu Baiying grabbed her arm, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

In the five-wheeled pagoda, there was a sound of "squeak-yah-", and the small wheel held by the monk in the palm of his hand seemed to have exhausted his strength, and the pace of rotation gradually slowed down, but he stubbornly refused to stop, and was still spinning forward with great effort and little by little.

Mingjing clenched the Zen staff with both hands, and the front end of the Zen staff continued to gush out a strong source of energy, and clusters flew towards the slowly rotating Buddha wheel. This tug-of-war was very difficult, sweat began to ooze from his forehead, and his body, which was already injured by the demons, became weaker and weaker, and he was about to lose his support.

At this moment, there was a "poof-" sound, and two more people fell in the void, Meng Ying and Mu Jiexiao passed the test of the pagoda, and when they looked up, they saw the scene in front of them.

"Meng Tongxiu, Mu Tongxiu," Mingjing was happy in his heart, and hurriedly said: "Your Highness, they have entered the pagoda, quickly, quickly help me hold the Buddha wheel, and I can't let the Buddha wheel continue to rotate." ”

"Otherwise, everyone will die here!"

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.