In the year 103 of the Great Wind Calendar, March 29, late at night, Huangliang.

The soil of the Yellow Mountains is black.

But this is not a fertile black, but a barren black.

Beneath the thin black ashes that had been burned were not much deeper, there were many hard rocks.

This is also the reason why this vast mountain range, which follows the deer and snowy country until the southern end slides into the endless deep ocean, is never inhabited.

Only thousands of years ago, the demon clan was expelled from the world, forced to go south, and finally lived at the southern end of the mountain range, so that this mountain range that spanned most of the world had some traces of the world's activities.

To this day, there are still many demon clans who will climb this mountain range with difficulty on certain days, and go up from the autumn water known as the tail of the River Styx, carrying a lot of earthly soil to pay tribute to the many demon clans who died in the mountains back then.

They call the Yellow Mountains above the autumn water the ancestral land.

Of course, more demon clans like to call the Grinding Sword Cliff the ancestral land of the demon clan.

Not only because the contemporary cliff master Qiushui is a demon from Nanchu Qiushui, but also because the first demon in the world appeared on the Mojian Cliff, and he was the former eight disciples of Tsing Yi, who was called the Demon Ancestor.

Although the two generations of Great Demon Cliff Masters of the Grinding Sword Cliff actually have nothing to do with the human demon clan.

The Demon Ancestor is a certain generation of cliff owners of the Grinding Sword Cliff who wears a sword and turns into a demon.

And Qiushui can only be a half-demon strictly calculated, and it may not even have the demonic power on the sword sect in the world.

Because of her birth, it came from a strange conjecture of the Demon Ancestor.

This made this red-clothed daughter, who was originally the former cliff master of the Sword Grinding Cliff, change from a white-clothed descendant with red roots to a generation of demons.

Of course, the big demon who was heading towards the top of the snow-capped mountain range in that night did not have the idea of the Youhuang Mountain Range as his ancestral land.

He is not a demon who recognizes the East China Sea Sword Cliff as his ancestral land.

His ancestral land is in Huangliang Rumors.

It's a small town in a certain green mountain.

There is a academy in the town, called Kasumi-in.

It was the first hanging courtyard in the world.

That's his ancestral land.

So this big demon walking in the black soil and white snow at night is naturally the prime minister.

The contemporary dean of the Hanging Academy, the prime minister who drank fine wine, and the prime minister in white.

It's just a pity that the white-clothed prime minister can't be used to describe him today.

Because the prime minister was a little embarrassed.

As the president of the contemporary Hanging Academy, who is quite famous in the whole world, he seems a little embarrassed at this moment.

The white clothes were covered with specks of blood, like red plums blooming in heavy snow.

Qing Xiang himself did not expect that after leaving Nanyi City and crossing Daze to Huangliang that day, he had not found those who said that he had seen ghosts, so he was surrounded and killed by the six spirit witches who came from all over Huangliang.

The most ironic thing is that five of the six spirit witches were once protégés of the Hanging Courtyard.

After the prime minister was hunted down and killed for a long time, he was able to escape, and he couldn't help but be a little lucky.

Fortunately, although the Hanging Xue Courtyard teaches everyone and everything, it is not as proficient as those wizards from Southern Chu after all.

If this is the six Nanchu Lingwu who are also practicing ghost arts, he will not be able to run away if he gives Qing Xiang three lives.

Although the prime minister did not see the ghost.

But when he saw the six spirit witches, he knew that the mountain ghost that had existed many years ago had indeed returned to the human world.

Otherwise, the entire Huangliang would not have made such a big move, wanting to ambush him.

It's a very simple question of belonging.

The Hanging Courtyard is spread over half of the world, and that half of the world is sorghum.

The Hanging Temple, which has developed for a thousand years, has long been the two pillars of Huangliang's faith, just like the hidden witches, ghosts and gods.

If the Witch Ghost Cult wants to reappear in the human world, it will naturally not allow this land to have a second faith.

As long as Prime Minister Qing dies, the entire Huangliang Hanging Courtyard will fall into their control.

But it's a pity that they still underestimate the strength of this human demon who has lived for a thousand years and cultivated Huai'an Avenue.

Qing Xiang's jade crown has been shattered, and even the Divine Sea is in chaos, the Dao Sea that was originally full of Dao rhyme, but at this time, there are countless black dark tides surging, trying to tear this vast Divine Sea, which is the power of the invading witch ghost.

But the six great spirit witches, led by the only Southern Chu Wu Quling, were strangled to death by Prime Minister Qing.

Scholars are also the same as Taoist robes.

But the scholar's fists are not hard - not to mention a thousand-year-old demon with demonic power.

Qing Xiang walked panting in the Yellow Mountains with his long hair scattered, but it was a pity.

It's a pity that there is no wine in the mountains.

Otherwise he could have beaten ten.

For a human demon who was forced to talk by Chen Huaifeng and went to the hospital to find out the drunkard, naturally there are two kinds of combat power: wine and no wine.

Qing Xiang sighed as he walked deeper into the Yellow Mountain Range.

If there is a most suitable place for Tibetans, then it is naturally the Youhuang Mountain Range, which is only known to flow the River Styx, but has never seen a mountain range in the far west, even if it is a trespass, it is difficult to find a person in an exact location in it.

Qing Xiang walked in the mountains with black soil and white snow, so he naturally didn't have to worry about being caught up by the remaining four people.

The Hanging Courtyard will not go beyond the ghost arts.

So if they really want to chase, only Qu Ling can catch up.

But for a person like Qing Xiang, even if the injury is very serious, only Qu Ling alone is not enough.

Qing Xiang climbed the snowy mountain rock and walked for a while, covering his lips and coughing violently, and then sat down on the stone, and a demonic power spread, covering the nearby cliffs and jungles for ten miles, and then closed his eyes and entered the sea of gods.

For those who walk the road of the Dao Gate, after entering and exiting the Dao, it is the Dao, the Dao Realm Cultivation Dao Fruit, the Dao Fruit Six Realms are crossed one by one, when the Dao Tree that grows into a towering tree, the first Dao Fruit begins to fall into the Dao Sea, turning into a huge Dao Yuan, and at this time it is entering the small Dao Realm.

Wait until all the thousands of fruits are ripe and fall.

It's the avenue.

Some people have a very large root of heaven and earth, so there are many Dao fruits, and after entering the Great Dao, Dao Hai is naturally far superior to others.

Some people don't have enough roots in heaven and earth, so the number of Dao fruits is average, and even not enough to fill the Dao Sea, so naturally they can't enter the Dao Dao.

The roots of heaven and earth are general.

The natural demon clan's heaven and earth roots are average.

The avenue is constant, and it is naturally impossible to grant a lifespan far beyond the world, and to give more favor.

Therefore, Qing Xiang's initial Dao Sea, looking at the entire cultivation world, is not very big.

But if someone can live for a thousand years, then his Dao Sea will slowly expand after all.

It's just that in this Dao Sea of Qing Xiang, at this time, there are countless witch and ghost powers, starting from the edge of the Dao Sea, eroding towards the depths of the Dao Sea.

It looked ugly, as if someone had taken some kind of thick black substance and splashed a large piece on the beach.

Qing Xiang walked on the edge of the vast Dao Sea, frowning and walking all the way, the perennial hanging on the waist, the world often thinks that it is a decoration of the hanging jade, but it is also floating around the Qing Xiang's body, exuding a bright green light, looking quite extraordinary.

Qing Xiang walked along the Dao Sea for a while before he stopped in a place where the power of witches and ghosts was the strongest, and raised his eyes to look at the huge Dao tree in the center of the Shenhai that had already fallen all the Dao fruits but was still lush and lush—that was the foundation of the entire Shenhai.

That is, the god of ceres.

The god of grains does not die, so he is naturally not diligent.

But what if Ceres died?

This is the target of the power of the witches and demons that have invaded the Divine Sea.

Quling is the identity of the Southern Chu Lingwu, which was discovered by the prime minister in a hurry in the fierce battle.

At that time, the six great spirit witches came hand in hand and launched a brazen attack on the edge of the Youhuang Mountain Range.

Qing Xiang didn't care about it originally-probably after staying in Nanyi City for a long time, he was also contaminated with Huai'an's long-standing arrogance in the face of Huangliang.

So at the beginning, Qing Xiang didn't notice that among the six spirit witches, one of them had a much more cumbersome and lengthy witchcraft starting style than the others.

So when Qu Ling's hands held a big river and dragged the whole world into an underworld, Qing Xiang realized that this person was a Nanchu Lingwu who cultivated ghost arts.

That's the mastery of ghosts, the kingdom of the underworld in an instant.

The stronger the power of a witch and ghost, the greater the underworld that can be summoned.

Back then, Emperor Huai single-handedly fought the world, and the country of Styx summoned directly covered half of the world.

Although the Styx River in Quling is not as vast as Emperor Huai's, it is a ghost technique performed on the edge of the Youhuang Mountain Range, which is extremely close to the Styx, but it is also a ghost flower that can be seen by the eyes.

It was at that time that the prime minister made a move.

The power of the mighty witches and ghosts in the River Styx, which made the world hang upside down, directly crossed all kinds of witchcraft and went straight to the Qingxiang Divine Sea.

If Qing Xiang meets the nine-character mantra of Daomen, he will naturally not be afraid of this Styx River invading the Divine Sea.

It's a pity that the prime minister won't.

Although the relationship between Qing Xiang and Cong Blade is good, the nine-character mantra that Cong Blade knows is only a half-hearted existence, so he is naturally embarrassed to take it out and teach others.

Fortunately, the prime minister is also a major repair of the Daomen, and the thousand-year-old Dao Yuan is also strong, so there is no small story of despising the enemy and dying in shame.

While protecting the Divine Sea, he smashed through the River Styx, and then punched one by one, turned around and turned into a wind and escaped into the depths of the Youhuang Mountain Range.

That's it.

Qing Xiang looked at the chaotic sea of gods at this time, and his face was quite sad.

The power of the witches and demons that had invaded in the Dao Yuan of the Divine Sea was heading towards the foundation of the Dao Tree.

If they were allowed to erode the foundations of those Dao trees rooted on the seabed, even if they were lucky enough to survive, they would be half crippled.

The foundation of the avenue naturally cannot be destroyed.

Qing Xiang's eyes were rare and resolute, and he sat down on the edge of the Dao Sea, and the demonic power around his body surged with Dao Yuan, and there seemed to be some slight sounds coming from the extreme depths of the entire Divine Sea.

Then the long wind crossed the entire Divine Sea, and thousands of Dao Yuan flew out of the Dao Sea, turned into Dao Fruit, and flew upside down to the Dao tree.

There is no more pain than starting over.

The prime minister is going to start over.

As those Dao Fruits reconverged, the width of the entire Dao Sea shrank wildly.

And Qing Xiang's divine soul body continued to rise until Dao Hai turned into a puddle.

Qing Xiang's divine soul was too large at this time, and it became extremely illusory.

Then he stretched out a hand and held the Dao tree that had been wrapped with wisps of black gas on the roots, countless wounds on the soul cracked, and a pair of wings faintly appeared behind him, but the entire soul was in an ethereal state, and the pair of wings was naturally difficult to see.

At this time, the prime minister is no longer the prime minister of the Daomen major repair, but the prime minister of the great demon in the world.

Qing Xiang's soul cracked, extremely hideous, but he directly pulled out the Dao tree from the Dao Sea.

There are thousands of thunders in the sea of gods.

Those Dao Yuan, who had regressed from the self-realm and escaped, turned into a torrential rain and violently washed over the entire sea of gods.

As the Dao Tree was pulled out in the Dao Sea, the power of those extremely difficult witches and ghosts was finally exposed, turning into thousands of black swimming fish, wandering around the Divine Sea in a hurry.

Qing Xiang held the tree of his own avenue foundation, but there were some sword sect people holding swords, and the huge divine soul chased those swimming fish in the cold rain of this avenue, holding the tree like a sword, and a sword slashed down.

As a thousand-year-old friend of Cong Blade, Qing naturally understands a little bit about swordsmanship.

So in the sea of gods, the prime minister who knew a little bit carried the Dao tree and killed him silently all the way.

I don't know how long it took, but Qing Xiang finally found the location of the last swimming fish, and smashed it down with a tree.

The swimming fish turned into the power of a witch and slowly dispersed.

Qing Xiang finally breathed a sigh of relief, and in the rainstorm that gradually subsided, he walked back to the slowly converging puddle and threw the Dao tree into it casually.

When Fang Cai was carrying the Dao Tree, a lot of Dao Fruits were shaken down, and they didn't know that they had fallen to that corner of the Divine Sea.

Qing Xiang didn't bother to look for it again, looking at the Dao tree that was crooked in the Dao Sea, Qing Xiang sighed, and was about to sit down and rest for a while, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Return to the place where the last swimming fish died.

Qing Xiang looked at the rather complicated witch marks on the ground, but his expression changed.

This witch mark is not lethal.

But it is the most mysterious existence among the witches.

The unique pattern of the ghost art crossing.

The reason why Qing Xiang chose to go to the depths of the Youhuang Mountain Range is naturally because the world rarely sets foot in it.

Naturally, there is a lack of a landing point for the art of transcendence.

But obviously, now, there is a landing point.

The consciousness of the prime minister returns to the ontology.

In the white snow of the mountains at night, in the distance, a figure with his hands in his sleeves was slowly condensing.

Southern Chu Lingwu.

Quling.

Qing Xiang looked at the old man who was slowly walking towards him with his sleeves cageed, sighed, and said, "I can finally understand Tomorrow Xin's practice of killing the entire Huangliang wizard back then. ”

"Why?"

Qu Ling asked curiously.

"Because you people are really annoying."

Prime Minister's voice slowly fell into the black soil.

At the same time, Prime Minister Qing's fist also smashed into the Nanchu Spirit Witch.

Although the realm of Qing Xiang fell to the small Dao realm, and it took a long time to recuperate before he could return to the Great Dao realm, Qing Xiang was naturally more than just the cultivation of the Great Dao.

The fist of the thousand-year-old demon in the world is, of course, extremely powerful.

It's also very graphic.

Therefore, Qu Ling, who was wearing a complicated ornamented witch robe, looked at the white-clothed scholar's sleeves flying, and the arm with green tendons and knotted mechanical beauty did not have the slightest carelessness.

The figure is blurred, and there are falling points imprinted on the snow-white cliff, and then the figure of Quling slowly falls.

Qing Xiang smashed his fist into the air.

But the prime minister was not surprised.

It is not surprising that Quling chose to stay away from himself.

What's unexpected?

After Qing Xiang's fist was withdrawn, where Qu Ling was originally standing, there was another witch mark.

The second Southern Chu Spirit Witch.

Chennu.

Chen Nu, who was supposed to be on the edge of Yunmeng Daze, chose to come to the Youhuang Mountain Range without knowing when.

Qing Xiang laughed softly and looked at the two Nanchu Spirit Witches up and down.

"It turned out to be more than one."

Chen Nu said calmly: "If there is a landing point, then naturally there is more than one, there may be three, or there may be four. ”

"How about five?"

"Five gone." Chen Nu's words were very sincere, "Including us, only four Nanchu Lingwu came out, and some of them knelt in front of Huai'an for a long time and couldn't stand up, we can understand." ”

"Naturally, I'll settle accounts in the future." It was Qu Ling who said this.

"No, you don't need to settle accounts later." "After all, they're just kneeling, but they're still our comrades. As long as they see hope, they will naturally follow us. ”

The prime minister stood on the top of the black soil cliff in a white suit of blood plum, and said softly: "Let me guess what you said later-they are different, they are still comrades, but my prime minister is not." ”

"Yes." Chennu nodded. "You are a traitor born in the land of Ancient Chu."

Qing Xiang nodded and said, "It makes sense, so are you ready for witchcraft?" ”

Chennu was silent for a while, and said, "It's really close. ”

A little bit is a lot worse.

This is also the reason why although Nan Chuwu is strong, it is still ignored by the world.

Many years ago, when the Great Dao was first born, it was also necessary to recite a long Dao formula.

But as time went on, they found a faster way.

That is to communicate with the Shenhai, leaving the seeds of Taoism, and only reciting the key words to attract it.

For example, birth and death, such as a small country and a widow.

No way.

Many years ago, when Hangu was the first in the world, the world fought like this, but later with the rise of the Sword Cliff, the cultivation of sword intent became popular.

You're still chanting the Tao trick, and someone else's sword has already reached your face.

So how can it work?

So, my lord, times have changed.

The grinding and chirping Nan Chu Wu who came out of the era of the god of rites was hit on the cheek by Prime Minister Qing's punch.

Although the old man Chen Nu was old and frail, the surging power of the witch and ghost flowing in the witch river in his body would not make him like the spirit witch who came out of the courtyard of the prime minister, and he was knocked out of his head with a punch - the prime minister was not the prime minister at that time.

It's just that it's a bit embarrassing after all.

I thought I was delaying time, but people had already seen it, and it also came with a set of tooth replacement packages.

Chennu rolled to the side, his hands finally reaching out from his robes.

In ancient times, the world suffered from hunger and cold.

So he began to worship the gods.

Begging for protection, seeking well-being.

The first thing to ask for is naturally fire.

But what Chennu held in his hand was not fire.

It's snow.

It is fire that is begging.

The nature of what you have is the snow of hunger and cold.

Sorcery Snow.

Under the dark yellow mountain range at night, there was suddenly heavy snowfall.

In the wind and snow, there is killing intent everywhere.

The prime minister looked up at the heavy snow, and then at the curved ridge on top of another mountain cliff.

What is he holding in his hand?

It's twilight.

In the twilight, there was the grief of the ancient ancestors begging on the ground.

Those past have been preserved in the witchcraft of these gods.

Prime Minister seemed to understand a little bit why Kamigawa chose to let the yellow sorghum run freely.

But the twilight snow did not give the prime minister time to sigh.