On a snowy night, the family said that the Demon Sect listened to the rumors

Speaking of the Demon Sect, the Dao Demon Sect, in short, it is just those evil and bloody pasts, killing people and evils, and so on. For example, a certain Demon Sect elder surnamed Feng had a special interest in human skin, while another Demon Sect elder surnamed Yun had done something that could even make that Feng elder vomit in disgust.

Ning Que listened to the girl's story in silence and did not vomit, because he had seen more terrible pictures of hell in his life.

Thinking of Mr. Lu at the mouth of the North Mountain Daokou, he had a deeper understanding of the attitude of a famous and decent cultivator towards the Demon Sect, but his own attitude still did not change.

Of course, he would not try to persuade Mo Shanshan or other people who adhered to Haotian's teachings, because sometimes there was no reason to believe in this and things, and he could only try to dispel her guilt from other aspects.

"Over the years, the talents of the Demon Sect have been zero, and even the connection has disappeared, why are you still so vigilant?"

Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly and said: "Disappearing does not mean that there is no zài, and even the Demon Sect hidden in the shadows is even more terrifying, especially now that the Desolate People Tribe has moved south, the temple must of course be vigilant against the resurgence of the remnants of the Demon Sect." ”

Ning Que looked back at the lonely tent in the snow, thinking about the pair of desolate mother and son in the tent, shook his head and said: "Although the Demon Sect was born from the Desolate Tribe, you can't treat all the Desolate people as people in the Demon Sect, and more than a thousand years have passed, maybe the Desolate People have long forgotten what happened back then." ”

"In the Desolate Tribe, the Demon Sect is called the Ming Sect. ”

Mo Shanshan said seriously: "When the Tang Kingdom defeated the Desolate Tribe, the Desolate People were forced to move north to the Cold Region, and there were many strong people in the Ming Sect who stayed in the south and scattered into the grasslands and the Central Plains countries, and they never stopped attacking the temple in the dark and in the light, this is the origin of the Demon Sect."

Hearing the word Mingzong, Ning Que naturally thought of the Great Divine Officer of Light who entered the wasteland to preach but single-handedly founded the Demon Sect, as well as the scroll of Heavenly Book Mingzi that wandered in the wasteland.

Mo Shanshan continued to say expressionlessly: "The strong man of the Demon Sect, after a period of time, will go to the Extreme North Cold Region to go to the Desolate Tribe to select the successor disciples, the relationship between the Desolate and the Demon Sect is extremely close, no matter how it can be torn apart, now that the Desolate People have collectively moved south, how can the temple not be vigilant?"

Ning Que was puzzled and asked, "Why did the Demon Sect do this? If you want to develop your power in the world, shouldn't you recruit a wide range of disciples? Why do you have to go to great lengths to collect people as apprentices?"

"Of course, the Demon Sect will also develop the sect in the south, but their cultivation sect forcibly accepts the heaven and earth in the body, so evil and rebellious naturally does not allow ordinary humans to practice, it is very easy for the heaven and earth to die, and the desolate people's innate physique is special, strong as a golden stone, which is suitable for practicing the Demon Sect, so the Demon Sect will definitely choose to select disciples in the Desolate Tribe, and the real strong man of the Demon Sect must also come from the Desolate Tribe:"

Ning Que was silent for a moment, thinking that maybe it wasn't the desolate man's special physique that was suitable for cultivating the Demon Sect, but the Great Bright Priest who founded the Demon Sect back then, it was precisely because of the desolate man's special physique that he created such a cultivation sect:

He looked at Mo Shanshan and said, "You should know the Great Divine Officer of Light who founded the Demon Sect:"

Mo Shanshan nodded.

Ning Que said: "If you don't care about the Demon Sect's disrespect for Haotian, don't you think this matter is very interesting? The Demon Sect is completely a branch of the Haotian Dao Sect. ”

Mo Shanshan frowned slightly and looked into his eyes and said, "Although the Demon Sect claims to be bright, it worships the Immortal Monarch and does not respect Haotian like this, how can it be compared to Haotian Dao Sect?"

Thinking of the legends he had heard when he was a child, Ning Que was slightly stunned and asked, "Isn't the Immortal Monarch a legend?"

Mo Shanshan looked back at the field in the distance, and said softly: "Everyone has heard this legend when they were children, but no one knows where the underworld is, whether there is a Hades Monarch, and no one will believe in it, even the attitude of the Demon Sect is very strange, they believe in the Hades Monarch, but on the other hand, the people in the Demon Sect are extremely afraid of the Hades Monarch, because in their teachings, the Hades Monarch means that darkness is coming, they... I don't like the dark ......."

Ning Que listened to her story, thinking of the people of the Demon Sect who worshiped the Immortal Monarch in the dark cave, but they couldn't wait to never meet the Immortal Monarch, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "What a group of strange people. ”

The sky is full of stars and occupies the night dome, and the starlight falls on the white snow covered in the field, which shines the night like dawn, and the air after the snow is extremely pure, so that the line of sight is unobstructed, and you can see the tents in the middle of the snowfield from afar, where the settlement of the desert tribe is, quiet and beautiful like the snow town in a fairy tale.

Ning Que looked at that place quietly, it was difficult to connect the tribe of the desolate people with those dark legends, the long past, and the bloody history.

At that moment, a large black cloud drifted from the south, occupying all the sky overhead, and the starry sky was obscured behind it, and the whole world was blackened:

In the dark snowfield, near the hills, there are a few lonely tents. In some of the tents, there were desolate people who performed winter rituals like the mother and son.

Outside one of the tents, there were several rocks jutting out of the snow. Suddenly, the rock moved, and it turned out to be three people dressed in black, this black clothing was extremely hard, and the canopy behind them covered their heads and faces, so when they appeared silently on the snow, it was like a rock.

These three, rock-like men in black are the deacons of the Inquisition, or Deacon, from the Temple of the Divine Temple, and they are the soul messengers in the hearts of the remnants of the Demon Sect and the apostate traitors in the world.

When the Central Plains countries were still planning an attack next spring, the Temple Judgment Division had already sent a large number of powerful and terrifying deacons to quietly sneak into the depths of the wasteland.

The temple's attitude towards the desolate people was very simple, exactly the same as Ning Que's attitude towards the enemy...... The dead desolate people are the good desolate people, and all the desolate people deserve to die, but these deacons of the Inquisition Division have important tasks on their shoulders, and they don't have the strength to challenge or anger the desolate tribe with countless powerful warriors.

However, when they met these lonely desolate people tonight, they could hardly suppress the disgust for the darkness in their hearts, as if they smelled the fishiest smell in the world, as if the bobcat roaming at night saw the rats that were burrowing, even though their faces were expressionless and silent as rocks, their hearts were the most excited and violently trembling, and it was difficult for them to help themselves.

Because of their education since childhood, the environment in which they have lived for decades has given them some almost instinctive mental reactions, and the hunt for heresy is the greatest source of pleasure in their lives.

So when the three deacons of the Inquisition, who looked like black rocks, walked into the tent of the lonely man, they didn't think about the consequences of angering the desolate tribe, whether it would cause danger to the mission of the temple, they just wanted to kill the source of the fishy smell, and brutally killed these big rats, comforting themselves and thinking...... The number of desolate people is very small, as long as you can kill one more, it will also be a great contribution to the cause of light.

A few slight voices rang out, and the surprise attack allowed them to subdue the desolate warrior while restraining his wife and son.

A deacon slowly took off his black hat, looked at the desolate warrior with an expressionless face, slowly stretched out his hand and put it on the top of the person's head, and said reverently: "In the name of Haotian, the verdict will be imposed." ”

A faint but pure thread of light and pure light lit up from under the palm of the deacon of the adjudicator, and the light seemed to be able to penetrate the real thing, illuminating the bones in his palm clearly, and at the same time illuminating the dark face of the desolate man, and the angry and unwilling look in the desolate man's eyes.

The desolate man's wife and children were dead on the ground beside him, with blood-colored tears in his eyes.

In the next life, many men died painfully under the divine light of Haotian.

The three deacons of the temple inquisition, slowly lifted their hats behind them to cover their faces, and walked out of the tent in silence.

The black clouds covered the stars in the wasteland, and the wind and snow blew, blowing and crackling their heavy black deacon robes.

In the shadow of the black hats, an eerie red appeared on the pale faces of the three deacons, and it took them a long time to calm their heavy breathing from excitement, and then walked off into the distance:

After a long period of history, the deacons of the Haotian Dao Temple finally saw their destined enemy again, and launched an attack on the other party that had lasted for thousands of years.

What happened on this snowy night today was originally qualified to be recorded in the Haotian Sect or the history books of the Central Plains Kingdoms, but because of what happened next, it was unfortunately buried by the wind and snow, and no one knew.

Ning Que and Mo Shanshan woke up almost at the same time.

They slept in the corners of the tent, a little clammy and cold, but the reason they woke up was not because they were damp and sleepless, but because they sensed that someone was approaching the tent, and that the picker was strong.

Mo Shanshan looked at him and said, "I feel the breath of Haotian Shenhui, it should be a person from the temple." ”

Ning Que glanced at the desolate mother and son who were still sleeping, frowned and said, "What should we do?"

Mo Shanshan looked at his eyes, looking a little puzzled, and asked rhetorically, "What should I do?"

Ning Que spread out his hand and said, "If there is a fight, who will you help?"

Mo Shanshan frowned slightly, she had never considered this and the problem, as a Haotian believer, it was natural that she should stand on the side of the temple, did she still need to think about it?

Ning Que smiled and reminded: "Don't forget jì, we are now eating and living with the desolate people, if the people who come are those ice sculpture deacon monsters of the Temple Judgment Division, they will definitely think that we are traitors."

Mo Shanshan said calmly: "It can be explained that we are here to find out the enemy's situation. ”

Ning Que said with a smile: "I don't believe they will believe this explanation. ”

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and the cold wind blew the snowflakes into it, and three black figures like rocks looked silent and solemn under the light of the small fire in the tent.