The sky was clear, and a white light streaked across the blue sky.

I saw a flash of inspiration, and a male cultivator wearing armor and weapons fell from the sky, this man had a long scar on his face, his eyebrows were gloomy, and his slender eyes were ill-intentioned.

Not far away, he saw a small village on the edge of a series of paddy fields, with smoke curling from the cooking.

The male cultivator walked to the entrance of the village and looked at it, stretched out his hand and counted it, with the other party's birthday, he could calculate his approximate whereabouts.

But the smell of cow and sheep dung around was too strong, and it made the male cultivator uneasy.

The village was in tatters, and a few emaciated peasants walked by with their oxen, half of their bodies covered with yellow mud. There was a fairly well-dressed man in cloth pulling a small cart with tall straw on it.

The male cultivator impatiently covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve and called, "That farmer, come here!" ”

The cloth-clothed man pulling the cart was stunned for a moment, and ran over respectfully in a hurry.

The male cultivator was imposing, frowned, and said, "Benjun asked you, recently I saw a strange black-clothed young man from the village, about twelve or thirteen years old, dressed richly. ”

The man in cloth squatted on the ground and scratched his head: "Master Hui Immortal, our Xiaocao Village is remote, and it is rare for outsiders to come. If he comes, every family will know about it, and the villain has never seen any young people. ”

His swarthy face raised slightly: "Could it be that this child is a lost young master from a big family?" It's hard to fall into the hands of human traffickers these days, and it must be sold to the north and south of the world......"

The male cultivator was impatient, and put his scabbard against him, knocking the farmer to the ground: "There is so much nonsense, what is the matter with you!" ”

"The old man spares ......"

The cloth-clothed man lay on the ground, covered his shoulders and sobbed quietly: "The villain heard from the village chief that a new big family has moved in the town, and there is a young master in his teens at a young age, who is smart and clever at a young age, I don't know if it is the one that the immortal master said, and other villains really don't know......

The male cultivator raised his eyebrows, and there was a doubt in his heart, he turned around and wanted to leave, pressing his right hand on the scabbard, and in an instant he wanted to extinguish his mouth.

But seeing that the farmer was dirty and stupid, he still didn't do anything in the end, I am afraid that it was dirty.

When the treasure flashed, the male cultivator left, and the man in cloth was still slumped on the ground and did not move.

After half a stick of incense, seeing that there was no vision around, and the man did not come back, Huo Xiucai wiped the sweat on his face and slowly got up.

He hunched his back, pulled the cart full of straw home, closed the courtyard door well, and then carefully pulled the straw on the board.

A handsome and fair-skinned young man's face was revealed under the straw, his eyes were like stars, looking at him quietly, and there were no waves in his dark pupils.

From then on, Qi Ci lay on the cart without making a sound, and he was only a few meters away from the monk who was chasing him.

Huo Xiucai sighed, carefully helped the person down, and chattered.

"I've wronged you, take a break and drink saliva, I'll go prepare medicine for you."

"This group of human traffickers is really rampant, even such a young child is not spared, and they are still acting as immortals......"

Qi Ci looked at the face that was somewhat similar to Huo Rendong, and only felt familiar, and his heart was extremely comforted, and even his eyes were gentle.

At the age of thirteen, he was grateful to Huo Xiucai for meeting and saving him, and it was really rare for the other party to be a first-order mortal who could muster up the courage to deceive the monks.

Now revisiting my childhood, that feeling is a little special. Qi Ci subconsciously hooked the corners of his lips...... The Huo family's ancient and warm-hearted trait seems to be inherited.

The chest injury stabbed, Qi Ci coughed and smiled: "Don't bother, I'll rest for a while and leave." ”

Huo Xiucai had already brought herbs and gauze, looked at him and said in a humble voice: "How can this work, you have shed so much blood, you must be bandaged!" ”

He looked at the young man sitting in front of him, obviously not tall, but he made a calm expression, and his face was like an iceberg.

It's really a small ghost and an amazing momentum! Maybe it's really a young master who was abducted and trafficked by a rich and noble family!

Qi Ci was distracted, he looked at the man who was squatting in front of him to clean and bandage his wounds. If he had known that Huo Rendong would be the descendant of this person, he should have left more gold and silver for the Huo family at that time.

Unfortunately, it's just a fantasy now, and time doesn't turn back.

Thinking about it, his face suddenly changed.

Something seems to be heard......

After a long time, the young man covered his chest, his face turned a little paler, and his eyebrows showed a sad and depressed look: Ah Hu, did you still blow yourself up......

Ah Hu's name is Qi Hu, he is a servant of his family, because he has no father and no mother, he has been like a brother since he was a child.

A month ago, his father Qi Xiao and mother Ji Yunxian took all the adult monks of the Qi family to go to the Black Domain together, uniting with the teams of other righteous sects, wanting to strengthen the sealing seal.

This was originally a major event for Bai Yujing every hundred years, and it was usually handed over to the best Heavenly Pride of the Great Sect to do. Father Qi Xiao is a favorite disciple of Patriarch Chong Heng of Tianyan Sect, and he has already cultivated in the Yuan Infant Period back then, and this position is well deserved.

But no one expected that the reinforcement seal had failed.

None of the Qi family has returned, and there are no bones. Even the teams sent by the various righteous path sects suffered heavy casualties.

A monk fled back from death, vomiting blood and intermittently: "It's Qi Xiao, it's him......"

This person spoke before everyone saw it, and the head of the Thousand Machine Pavilion was furious at the time: "Bold Qi Xiao! He actually went into the devil and plotted to kill my righteous monk! ”

Everyone was stumbling and talking.

"The Tianjiao of the generation of the Bai Yujing Alliance is all folded in it!"

"The inner disciple of my sect."

"The Qi family should be punished!"

"He is a member of the Tianyan Sect, how are you doing?"

If it weren't for the presence of Patriarch Chong Heng in the Transformation Period, saying that there were still details that needed to be checked, I am afraid that the news that the Qi family had fallen into the devil and murdered others would have been confirmed. Qi Ci, as Qi Xiao's only son, will be picked up and cramped on the spot to avenge hatred.

But even so, countless forces are secretly surging, all trying in vain to kill the last trace of the Qi family's bloodline.

Now think about it, are they really indignant, or are they anxious to hide something.

"Little master, what's wrong with you, did I hurt you?" Huo Xiucai asked suspiciously with blood-stained gauze.

Qi Ci's face became heavy, and there was a hint of pain in his eyes, but he didn't tell Huo Xiucai the news that Ah Hu blew himself up and died with the chasing enemy.

"Nothing."

What if we told him? Huo Xiucai is not related to him, and he is a mortal, so he can't share a bit of grief and anger, but he is afraid in vain.

After all, just a mortal.

Qi Ci pinched his palm, and then clenched it fiercely.

Ah Hu has a fateful card in his hand, and when he dies, he can also feel his near-death situation.

The three monks locked him in a spiritual circle and used magic weapons to grind. Ah Hu was carrying twenty-seven knives, his meridians were broken, and his dantian was exhausted...... They lifted him by the hair and forced him to tell him where he was.

Qi Ci closed his eyes.

He has a lot of such life cards, and they have been broken one by one recently.

The loyal servants and guests left by the Qi family have died one after another, some are partners who have grown up together, and some are old people who have served for many years. He has experienced this many times recently.

Huo Xiucai was still saying something in his ears, but Qi Ci gradually couldn't hear it. His vision slowly rises higher than the perspective of the illusion.

He saw a thirteen-year-old boy running for his life in the mountains and forests, avoiding the Assassins, and going through great perils to escape.

As many people fall in front of him, the weight of his life bears.

Qi Ci raised his hand and grasped something weakly, and then his breath was cleansed, and the wind swept his long hair. A golden light continued to rotate in his dantian, and the light became more and more abundant.

He turned into a little sun, no matter what kind of light and heat he released, the expression on Qi Ci's face was crazy: "Compassion can't save me, only to kill the righteous way." ”

The leaves rattled, the wind rose in the sky, and the surrounding scene jumped rapidly, making discontinuous pauses.

- Even the illusion began to be frightened.

I'm afraid no one thought that Qi Ci would be so crazy, if the Great Perfection of the Jindan Period blew up the Jindan, not to mention this illusion itself, there would be no people around it.

"Funeral, what's so scary. Back then, my father and mother died in the black domain, and dozens of people in my Qi family survived, leaving me alive, what is so terrible? ”

Qi Ci's voice was calm and waveless, as if he was pinching something with his bare hands, and as soon as he twitched and peeled off, the surrounding scene completely changed.

The thirteen-year-old boy smiled evilly: "Scared? Will the illusion be scared too? ”

His countenance gradually changed, his childishness faded, his stature increased, and the black-haired and weak boy turned back into the white-haired God of Murder.

Qi Ci frowned and stared, he was now like he was in the vast universe, surrounded by floating bubbles one after another.

The bubbles are colorful, and the plot of the same protagonist is constantly changing. Some are mortal dreams, and some are monk dreams that have strayed into the realm, and there are all kinds of them, and they don't know geometry.

This magic weapon that traps everyone in the illusion is probably a very terrifying existence.

Qi Ci was worried about Huo Rendong's safety, so he was busy moving, and he shuttled between one dream after another, looking for the dream that belonged to Huo Rendong.

There is no concept of time in the illusion, the outside world may just be an hour, and the people inside have already spent two lives.

Qi Ci was anxiously searching, and suddenly his eyes moved, and he saw a familiar bubble floating by.

In the bubble, there was a woman in a red wedding dress, who was helped into the room by two mothers-in-law, one on the left and one on the right.

Although the wedding dress is like blood, her face is white and unpopular.

Looking at the scene, Huo Rongdong has already suffered at least five death cycles, and her mental energy is extremely draining, if she comes a few more times, I am afraid that her reason will collapse.

Qi Ci looked at her face, only to feel the anger in his chest, and he didn't shy away from anything, and reached out to grab the illusion bubble.

This strange magic weapon was still desperately resisting, Qi Ci only felt a strong pressure coming towards him, and the right hand that was stretched out burned with a sharp pain, preventing him from interfering with Huo Nindong's illusion.

This kind of pressure is similar to the coercion of monks, but the other party is lifeless, and naturally does not carry breath, at least it is also the coercion above the middle stage of Jindan.

But, so what?

Qi Ci sneered, summoned the natal thunder method, and wrestled with the magic weapon in the inner part of the illusion, which had a great posture of dying and dying.

His right hand was scorched black, but it still squeezed inch by inch, into Huo Honeysuckle's illusion bubble.

Han Zhai, the two mothers-in-law were tying her limbs with hemp ropes, Huo Rendong hung her head and didn't resist at all.

Suddenly thunder rang out in the sky.

"What's going on—" The mothers-in-law turned back in surprise, and saw a black figure standing at the door, with lightning flashing and a cloak scattered.

They were taken aback, who could openly enter the Han family's house?

The mother-in-law calmed down and wanted to close the door, but the wind hit, and they were all blasted out of the courtyard before they could speak.

Qi Ci looked at the people in the room from a distance, and walked over step by step with red eyes and thunder.

He put one hand around the scrawny woman on the bed, her tiny body curled up in his arms, completely unspaced, weightless.

Is this the ending that Illusion has planned for her?

Qi Ci pursed his lips, he stabilized his soul with his finger on Huo Rendong's eyebrows, and with the swing of his sword with his other hand, he dismantled the hut into eight pieces, and all kinds of tables, chairs and benches in the courtyard were smashed.

"Who dares to make trouble with my Han family! Don't die! "Someone rushed in with a thug.

Qi Ci turned his head slowly, his white hair dancing like a Shura in the world. He looked at the familiar man standing in the front row and shouted, and slowly smiled.

"It's you."

Before Han Lu could scold, he suddenly felt that his feet were off the ground, and someone was shooting him out of thin air, moving quickly in mid-air.

"Ahh

His screams of fear stopped abruptly, and his chest hit the tip of a shiny sword.

A large gushing of blood poured out of his mouth, and he opened his mouth and could not speak, but he saw the white-haired man who was close at hand looking at him indifferently.

Said softly: "Brute, it's not too much to die a few times." ”

Han Lu is afraid that he will not know until he dies who the person who killed him is.