Seven Bird Valley, one of the famous caves in Middle-earth.

According to the Seven Fowl Gate of the Gu Li faction, it has been inherited for 3,000 years, the door rules are strict, the people are prosperous, and it is faintly the head of the ten major factions in Central Continent.

When the morning sun rose, a group of thirty-one porters carried a hundred-pound burden, walked like a fly, and rushed to the Seven Birds Valley.

They wore light black thick cotton robes, and a light red ant pattern was embroidered on the front "chest", which was the identity of the coolies of the outer gate who worked for the Seven Birds Gate.

"Hurry up, hurry up, mother" "!" The old porter at the front shouted and scolded, "If we miss the big event of the fairy gate blocking the tide of demon beasts, we will all be sacrificed alive to the "Jinpeng King", draw blood, suck the marrow, eat meat, and it will also harm our family."

The group rushed to a crescent-shaped basin, and it was the first moment of the hour, and they neatly arranged their burdens and stood in the ranks of the existing team.

In the basin, there were already more than 5,000 people, and no one dared to pant loudly.

In the middle of the crescent shape, a red curtain embroidered with red flying cranes was constantly heard from the heavy wheezing sound inside, and a red flying crane flag was waving in the wind, which was extremely charming.

Suddenly, a lump of white flowers was thrown out, and it turned out to be a little girl about ten years old, already dying.

One person walked out of the crowd of more than 5,000 people, slipped up the little girl, came to the flying crane flag, and poked out a bloody crane beak on the flying crane flag, and took the little girl away, and a terrible scream seemed to be an echo from the crane's belly.

The man fell to his knees and raised his hands above his head, as if holding a round of the sun, and suddenly sang in a high-pitched voice: "The holy rider comes out, clothed with strength, and punishes evil spirits, and the blood gushes, and thirst will drink......

The others fell to their knees, made exactly the same movement with their hands, and chanted in repeat: "Holy horseman, clothed with strength, evil spirit, blood gushing, thirst will drink......

A grand sacrificial ceremony was staged at random.

In a moment, the red curtain was filled with blood, as if someone was constantly pouring blood into the curtain.

"Who is here, who dares to trespass on the Seven Fowl Gate."

There was a faint voice from the red curtain, and it was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

The people who were carrying out the ritual of sacrifice and prayer looked at each other, and saw one person standing there with his hands behind his back.

"Wang Feilong, what are you doing? Crazy!" One of them shouted as if mad, "Kill him, kill his whole family, let his whole family shed blood, skin and eat grass to worship the wrath of the King of the Golden Peng."

"I always thought that the descendants of the paladins were such a noble species.

Today, I am fortunate to see the true face of Lushan, which is really breathtaking.

Do you still have the face to seek revenge on the descendants of the archmage?"

The man standing slowly took off his black robe, tore off the disguise on his face, and turned into a handsome young man in a Nine Dragons Protective Golden Dragon Suit.

"Are you Fenglan?" A surprised voice came from the red veil, "Last night, we received word that you had left Demon Moon City. I never expected that you would dare to come to the Valley of the Seven Fowls to die."

"It's a fact. To die, it depends on how many catties and taels there are in the Seven Fowl Gate."

As he spoke, Fenglan floated towards the red curtain like a ghost.

A bloodied crane's eye rose from the red curtain, and the bloody light enveloped the wind.

"Eyes of Blood?" Feng Lan said coldly.

"Haha, it didn't take much effort to get it." There was a smug laugh from the red curtain, a cruel laugh, "This blood refining eye that condenses the blood of nine thousand nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine virgin female essences is dedicated to restraining your pure yang boy true body, and the childlike heart true scripture cultivated by the old man is also the nemesis of the wind and snow scripture. You're going to die."

The Sacred Heart Mantra practiced by Fenglan works on its own.

In an instant, the blood of the blood-drenched crane's eyes surged towards Fenglan, just as the blood light burst out of Fenglan's body.

"You can devour the spiritual power of the Eye of Blood?"

A shocked voice came from the red curtain, and he exclaimed.

Feng Lan noticed that the man seemed to be paralyzed in the curtain, and there was no way at all.

He was relieved to operate the "Divine Eye Technique", and as soon as a giant eye loomed behind his head, he swallowed the eye of blood refining.

He couldn't help but burp, and an ice archery shuttled through the red curtain, and there was only Corpses, no living people.

The man fled.

Feng Lan saw the mysterious disappearance of the Flying Crane Banner, and knew that the man had escaped by means of a stealth demon.

He cast a ball of fire, burned all the corpses, came to the crowd, and asked, "Have you been fighting for the tiger and harming the innocent lives of the world?"

"Wind Alliance Master, the search for the little girl is a matter for the Aquila Hall, and it has nothing to do with us and other coolies."

When a middle-aged man speaks, he stands on his right.

The others mechanically followed, looking at the wind like a demon god.

Probably, they all know that Fenglan is slaughtering, showing no mercy at all, and eliminating evil.

There were only two hundred and thirty-nine people, standing in place, offering magic weapons, and attacking Fenglan together.

Feng Lan's left hand was in the void, and all the magic weapons gathered in the void handprint, and more than two hundred people followed in the palm of his hand, and in a short time, Feng Lan sucked the spiritual power on their bodies, causing them to fall to the ground like mud.

The others drew their sharp blades and chopped the two hundred and thirty-nine people on the spot.

"Wind Alliance Lord, I am willing to lead the way for you to destroy the most evil Seven Fowl Valley." The middle-aged man who spoke earlier arched his hand.

"Thank you." Feng Lan responded disapprehantly.

He and the others came to the Valley of the Seven Fowls, fifty miles away, and there were fresh corpses everywhere inside and outside the valley.

The wounds on the corpse appear to have been torn with a kind of claw.

Feng Lan made a slight inference from the more intact paw prints on a corpse, and his heart was shocked.

This kind of claw he had seen in Flame City was the strange claws of the mutated "Old Man Xuanlong".

Fenglan motioned for everyone to retreat farther away, and walked alone past the corpses and into the valley.

"Fenglan, you're finally here." A faint voice came, Feng Lan caught the direction, and said in a deep voice, "But the predecessor of the Seven Bird Sect?"

"You're here at a good time.

In the end, the Paladin who succeeded in mutation is powerful,

Or the archmage's magic is powerful,

Let's divide the ranks."

The moment the faint sound came, a black vortex appeared in the sky, as if it had been torn open from the inside out.

Feng Lan flew into the black whirlpool, and saw a monster that seemed to be an octopus suspended opposite, with a silver whisker hunting sound, and the tip of the part that looked like an octopus whisker was a blood-colored plum blossom.

"You're too late, and before we have a good conversation, we're going to fight to the death.

Even if you have a Sacred Heart Armor, you can't help me now."

"Senior, the blood feud between the paladin and the archmage, who is right and wrong, can you clearly tell Fenglan?"

"You've been smart for a lifetime, but you've been foolish for a while.

Don't you understand that when only one side dies, there is no one to hold anyone accountable who is right and who is wrong?

Isn't this how the memories of the human race are gradually erased?"

"It's cruel, but it's also right." Feng Lan hugged his fists and said, "Lead."

"With a satisfactory answer, die!"

The mutant monster quickly blurred, turning into a sea of blood and thunder, enveloping the wind.

A giant eye that seemed to be superimposed by countless pairs of eyes appeared behind Feng Lan's head, directly devouring the thunder sea.

He burped heavily, and a strange glow of blood appeared on his face.

Suddenly, many memories flooded into my mind.

After Feng Lan waited for a moment to merge with the body, he said in his heart, "It is really the memory of Kang Xuan, the head of the Seven Fowl Sect. Oh my God, why is the Divine Eye so secret?"

He knew that there was a new change in Dongfang Yubai and Shenmu, and this change made him very afraid.

After fusing Kang Yan's memories, he slowly landed on the ground and came to the dark hall in the Valley of the Seven Birds.

"Temple?" Feng Lan said softly.

In Kang Yan's memory,

The temple is an absolute forbidden place for the Seven Fowl Gate,

Except for the first generation of heads who can go in and come out, there is no one who can come out after entering.

Kang Yan's master is the last generation

The doorman, standing at the door and pondering, was pushed into the temple door by Kang Xuan, who was standing next to him, and there was a rattling sound in the hall.

At that time, the young Kang Wei was scared half to death, paralyzed for two hours before he could stand up, he concealed the master's movements, first poisoned the three uncles, and then pretended to be the head of the family to teach the Fa, and ascended to the head of the house at a young age.

Kang Xuan, who had a very good mind, waited outside the temple door on weekdays under the pretext of retreat, observing the movements.

In the fifth year of his usurpation of the head of the house, on the night of the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he suddenly clearly perceived the emptiness of the temple, so he immediately broke into the temple, and saw a huge red eye as if twinkling in the depths of the endless starry sky for the first time. In an instant, he grabbed the only ancient book he saw, escaped from the temple, and after three years of concentrating on retreat, he was accomplished.

The ancient book is the cultivation method "Children's Heart Sutra" handed down by a paladin named "Duan Siping", a sophistication method that integrates three points of demonic law, three points of witchcraft, and three points of magic.

Since then, Kang has never approached the temple again.

Perhaps there are some records of the grudge entanglement between the archmage and the paladin.

He calmly walked into the dark hall, and a light rose from the darkness as if it were dawn, and a voice murmured, "It's too late, and there is no remedy."

Feng Lan followed the sound and saw that a figure was dispersing, turning into a flame of embers.

The dark hall gradually lit up, and it was clear that it was a very ordinary adobe hut, with a long table, a row of bookshelves, and a long-dried oil lamp, under which were pressed three pale gray animal skins.

The skin contains the "Confession" of the Paladin Duan Siping.

The "Confessions" records that it was a dark night, and everyone who was bewitched clenched the handle of the sharpest blade, and the tip of the blade seemed to have a heart that was still beating and dripping blood,......, and the greatest sin since ancient times was the absurdity of that night. Chinese Net

"It turns out that the Council of Archmages, which once sheltered the survival of the human race, was dismantled by others." Feng Lan said slowly, "Not only did they succeed at that time, but they also perpetuated the hatred for more than 10,000 years."

Fenglan stood for a long time, put away everything in the hut, and then destroyed the hut.

With Kang Xuan's memory, he looted all the treasures and wealth of the Seven Fowl Gate, and burned the Seven Fowl Valley with a fire, along with the corpses outside the valley.

On the same day, the coolies of the outer gate of the Seven Bird Gate were dismissed.

The news of the storm destroying the Seven Fowl Gate quickly spread, shocking the cultivation realm.

His generosity in Demon Moon City is more like a devastating revenge for changing places.

This time, he set up his base camp in a wilderness located in the territory of Central Continent, and built a large number of buildings to build the main altar of the True Immortal League.

"What is the reason why you destroy the Seven Fowl Valley?" Yang Ye tasted the good wine and asked tentatively, "Seven Bird Valley, has always been a righteous celebrity, and his strength is slightly inferior to that of the Seven Xuanmen. If you do this, you will lose the hearts and minds of the people, and the name of the alliance leader will be empty."

Yang Ye really couldn't help it, and every day he saw Fenglan either alchemy, or reading old ancient books, but asking about Demon Moon City and Tiannan.

"The Seven Xuanmen, prepare to invite the Righteous Path Sect to seek justice for the Seven Bird Valley." Yang Ye saw that Fenglan did not respond, and continued.

"Then let them come." Feng Lan said indifferently.

He had no intention of exposing the evil of the Seven Fowl Sect, and for some reason, he felt a sense of powerlessness.

He often wondered if killing really solved the problem, then there should be no problem now, what is it that keeps all this going?

"What do you know about the Paladin? For example, a name like "Duan Siping" ......" Feng Lan was just saying it, when he saw Yang Ye suddenly open his mouth and drool, he immediately stopped and said, "Senior Brother Yang Ye, what's wrong with you?"

"Smack~, where did you know the name?" Yang Ye slammed the table and stood up, his eyes widened, and his neck stretched forward, "How do you know this name?"

"Kang Yan told me before he died." Feng Lan made up, "What, there's something special about this name?"

"How is that possible?" Yang Ye sat down, holding the big bald head in both hands, and muttered, "Impossible, absolutely impossible, how about the people of Seven Bird Valley."

Will you know the name Duan Siping? Hell, hell."

Yang Ye suddenly said loudly, "Absolutely impossible."

"I didn't expect that Kang Xuan would dare to lie to me when he was dying." Feng Lan said indifferently, silently observing the changes in Yang Ye's demeanor.

"Of course you don't know the name 'Broken Siping'." Yang Ye shook his head frantically, "Absolutely impossible."

Seeing this, Feng Lan handed over the three animal skins.

Yang Ye snatched it and read it.