Boom, a cool gust of wind blew.

"The door of death is against life, and Xihe Temple cultivates the Sun Essence Sutra."

Zong Yang woke up violently from his slumber, and this sentence kept echoing in his head, like a magic spell, but in the headache and drowsiness, he saw that the dark clouds were rolling in the sky, and it was time to rain again.

This is the Chishui Wasteland, located in the north of Chicheng, and the area is so vast that it takes three days and two nights to cross it.

Zong Yang was about to get up with his hands on the ground, but his right hand pressed a rough piece of something, and when he looked sideways, it turned out to be a red-spotted fire snake!

Fortunately, there was a false alarm, this red-spotted fire snake had no movement, eighty percent was dead, and then looked around the body, and found a corpse with countless poisons!

These wasteland things must have passed by this place while Zong Yang was asleep, and he didn't want to kill innocently. Since he was a child, Zong Yang has found that those cockroaches and mosquitoes that are close to him will die for no reason, and even the flowers and plants around the house will wither and wither. It wasn't until he could sense the demon seed in his body that the master and apprentice found the answer.

But why is his lethality so great this time?! Even this red-spotted fire snake, whose vitality is several times stronger than that of cockroaches and mosquitoes, cannot escape its doom!

Although I can't understand it, although I am very dazed, but the lightning strikes don't die, Wanjinlou runs away, and there are few weird things that happen to me?

Seeing that it was going to rain, Zong Yang hit his head with the palm of his hand, abandoned distracting thoughts, got up and scanned the terrain, but saw a rare mound not far away, and in the middle of several shrubs, there was just a recess to shelter from the rain.

The wasteland was full of mud and deep pools, and because of the sweltering heat before, there was still a rancid smell in the air, which was disgusting.

Zong Yang knew that if he committed a bloody crime, the official government of Chicheng or the remnants of Wanjinlou would always come to arrest him, so he sneaked into the inaccessible Chishui Wasteland to seek refuge.

Coming to the recess, Zong Yang put the sword and bag in his arms and leaned in. Outside, there was a line of rain drifting, looking at the wilderness and the sky in front of him, all dark, perhaps infected by the cold environment outside, his eyes were dim, and a sense of loneliness arose.

Zong Yang involuntarily pressed his hand to the bag, and then his heart was a little calmer, there was a jar in the bag that was not lonely no matter where he wandered, and it was filled with the ashes of the old way of dice.

The unreliable master who was like a world away overnight, didn't want to live, and saw each other every day, but now he turned into a pile of ashes and sealed in the jar, and he would no longer talk about it, and he would no longer have to worry about Zong Yang. Before, the old man of the dice joked more than once that if he drove to the west, Pope Yang would cremate him, put his ashes in the jar, and take him back to a place.

Thinking of this, Zong Yang recalled that after leaving the Wanjin Tower, he had first turned back to the Taoist temple, and there were no valuable things in the temple, only in the broken hall, there were things hidden by the old Taoist dice. When the wooden box dedicated to the portrait was removed, there was a simple dark compartment below, with a large bag on the top, and a booklet below, and nothing else.

Because he was fleeing for his life in a hurry, Zong Yang never had a chance to take a closer look at these things, so he opened his bag and took out the booklet first.

"Guiyi Sword Technique" is the name of this booklet, which turned out to be this sword book.

Dice Lao Dao has always taught Zong Yang's swordsmanship, but he has never mentioned the source of swordsmanship, just blindly emphasized, this is very stylish, you can laugh at the swordsmanship of the rivers and lakes, the invincible swordsmanship in the world, Zong Yang opened the sword spectrum, did not look at the sword trick at the beginning, only read the first few pages of sword moves, and understood that the swordsmanship he learned came from this.

It seems that if he wants to practice swords in the future, Zong Yang will have to look at this sword pedigree, and if he can learn it, it can be regarded as an explanation to the master.

Putting back the sword book, Zong Yang found the big bag again, which was a bag with extremely ordinary materials, untied the tightened red band, and it turned out to be a booklet inside.

Is it another sword book?

Zong Yang took out the booklet and looked at it, but what was written on it was "Zong Family Tree", these four words were crawling like earthworms, and they must have been written by the master.

Turning over the booklet, Zong Yang first abandoned the visual impact caused by the crooked handwriting, read carefully, fortunately, the content was very small, only after a small half of the tea, he finished reading, and the last line read: Zong Feng, the fourth generation of the Zong family, the master of the Heavenly Dao Observatory, has a son, Zong Yang.

The deeds of the first three generations of the sect are recorded in great detail, such as the first generation of the head of the family, Zong Bufan, who is actually the nineteenth generation head of Qingqiu Gate, who once defeated the head of the Four Great Dao Sect in Luogufeng, and once broke the river with a sword, like an immortal. Although the last two generations are not good, but there are also brilliance in their lives, only when it comes to the fourth generation of Zongfeng, the content is so omitted, and the achievements of a lifetime are compared with the first generation of ancestors, such as fireflies than Haoyue, and the decline is embarrassing.

Zong Yang finally knew the master's real name, and finally understood that the Zong family did have a glorious history worth boasting about, and of course, he also guessed what the master's long-cherished wish was that he often talked about during his lifetime.

At this moment, Zong Yang's eyes gradually became firm and scorching, like the fire of hope burning rapidly, his palm holding the ash jar became hot, his vision passed through the rain line in the sky, and he saw something in the sky.

Master, I will live, don't worry, one day, I will take you to Qingqiu!

The boiling hot blood dispelled the cold chill, and Zong Yang suddenly felt that there seemed to be another more lonely and arrogant self in his body, and it was merging with the original self, this feeling began to sprout and became more and more intense since the top of the red mountain was struck by lightning and immortal.

Especially in Wanjin Tower, when Zong Yang suddenly entered that strange state, he felt as if he was out of the matter, controlled by another self, and this self was extremely warlike and murderous!

This feeling made the originally boiling state of mind disappear in an instant, and was replaced by a trace of fear.

Who the hell am I?

Why is there a demon seed in the body?

Why do you have that weird ability?

This thought made Zong Yang shudder, because he was ignorant, so he was afraid. But yesterday day, it made him feel that he had lived more wonderful than the whole sixteen years, like an ugly and weak chrysalis, and finally came to the day when the cocoon broke. No matter whether this power is a blessing or a curse, as long as you don't become a demon and don't do things that hurt nature and reason, what does it matter?!

This is Zong Yang's mind, from messy panic to Lingtai firmness, only in a thought!

After kneeling in front of the Chishan Gate for seven days, he swore heavily that as long as he could get rid of his waste, as long as he could protect the important people around him, even if it was at the cost of his life, he would have no regrets!

Finding the meaning of living, Zong Yang took out a piece of baked cake and chewed it silently.

……

The rain of early spring came and went quickly, and the dark clouds in the sky were swept away by the wind for no reason, and although the sky was brighter, it was always as if it was infected with ink, gray.

Zong Yang packed his bags, embarked on the escape road again, and continued to sneak into the depths of the wilderness. It's just that the body is back to the original, and now he is carrying a bag and a sword on his back, and he is struggling to walk, panting like a bellows every 100 meters, and his speed is like a turtle crawling.

Legend has it that monsters are entrenched in the Chishui Wasteland, most of them swallow people without spitting out bones, and some people even claim to have seen monsters exhale and cultivate, but Zong Yang didn't encounter them along the way, maybe it's not deep enough. Aside from the legendary monsters, he has seen too many poisonous snakes and poisonous insects, but they will not die when they meet him, compared to these, the quagmire in the wilderness is the most dangerous, the abyss is difficult to identify, if you fall into it, you will die.

It is easy to have a dry mouth after eating the baked cakes, but most of the stagnant water in the wasteland stinks and cannot be drunk, and after walking for about ten miles, a large connected lake suddenly appeared in front of Zongyang's eyes, and the water quality is clear.

Zong Yang lay on the edge of the lake and sucked up the clear lake water, there has always been a purple gourd by the master's side, but unfortunately he was in a hurry to go, and he forgot to bring it with him, and now he only brought dry food without water, and he must not miss this kind of water source, otherwise it is difficult to say that there is no water to drink in the next journey, and he is half dead of thirst.

After drinking enough water, Zong Yang washed his face, and the lake in front of him was full of eyes, and he could only choose a slightly wider beach embankment to cross this large lake.

The wind on the surface of the lake, blowing up layers of waves, virtually let the surrounding temperature plummet, if from the Taoist priest who runs the rivers and lakes, it is the yin qi is heavier.

Although Zong Yang followed the old way of the dice to run the rivers and lakes, he never perceived the natural root of yin qi, in fact, what yin qi he said was purely a rhetoric in the industry in order to bluff the little people, the purpose was to cheat you out of the money in your pocket, and stuff you with a few so-called dao talismans, but at this moment, he obviously felt something, his eyes swept to the far side of the lake on the right, and he seemed to see a black shadow submerged into the lake.

Is it a delusion?

This moment was too fast, Zong Yang lost his judgment, and the surface of the lake was already undulating, even if something didn't enter the lake, he couldn't find movement.

While thinking, Zong Yang's pace alarmed a big wild frog napping in the wild grass, and with a "poof", the big wild frog jumped into the lake, making Zong Yang, who was originally highly alert, break out in a cold sweat.

Smack-smack-smack-

An obvious string of sounds came into his ears, but this time it was on the left, Zong Yang looked intently, and saw a figure like a flying arrow, leaning over, rushing on a very small beach embankment in the distance, the sound was the sound of his legs floating on the water.

Overmatch!

The man moved quickly, and after making a circle in front of him, he finally blocked the front of his beachbank, his hands on his chest, his clothes fluttering, and the spikes of the sword behind his back also moved with the wind.

Zong Yang stopped, instinctively looked behind him, and sure enough, he saw a row of figures, looking at the clothes, it turned out to be a person from Chishan Gate!

The road before and after was cut off, and the other party obviously had bad intentions, and Zong Yang was puzzled that he just had a holiday with Wanjinlou, and what was the purpose of Chishanmen chasing him.

In fact, how did Zong Yang know that the swordsman killed in the Wanjin Tower last night would be an elder of the Chishan Gate.

Behind them were four disciples of the Chishan Sect, and a middle-aged man, who should be the identity of the elder of Shizun, they surrounded him, and the strong man in front did not move at all after he settled down, Zong Yang turned around first and watched the changes.

"Are you Zong Yang, a disciple of the Heavenly Dao Temple?" The middle-aged man at the head of the man had white temples and cold eyes, and asked.

Whether the answer is yes or no, it is impossible to escape the doom, Zong Yang responded lightly, "Yes." ”

The middle-aged man received a positive answer, his eyes narrowed, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he shouted: "Dare to act as a villain of the Heavenly Dao Temple, dare to kill my elder of the Chishan Sect, the crime is unforgivable!" ”

As soon as he heard this, Zong Yang's mind flashed the figure of the swordsman in the Wanjin Building, and he immediately had an inference in his heart, and he couldn't help but sigh and smile, he couldn't imagine that he had been humble all his life, bowing his head and acting, but in the end, he got into trouble with a giant like Chishanmen.

"Dare to laugh?!" A disciple behind the middle-aged man said angrily.

"Capture!" The middle-aged man frowned, and as he finished speaking, the sword came out of its sheath.

In fact, this middle-aged man also had a puzzle in his heart, the other party dared to kill the elders of the sect, the evidence was conclusive, why the hall master in charge of the torture hall ordered them to arrest the murderer and bring him back to Chishan Gate. What's even more puzzling is that he is obviously just a disciple of a broken Taoist temple, how can he have the strength to kill the elders under his sect?

Anyway, this time he brought out the four most elite disciples under his command, and the middle-aged man watched from the sidelines, and saw what kind of strength this murderer had.

The four disciples stood in the small sword formation, although the body in front of him was weak, and he felt overwhelmed with the sword, but he always killed the high elder, and he didn't dare to despise it, and there was always an indelible shadow in his heart, and his fear was hard to get rid of.

Zong Yang unpacked his bag and put it on the ground, instantly relieved, he hoped that he could run away again, but that kind of realm was as unrealistic as a dream, and he couldn't think of it, he was ready to meet the enemy, but he didn't want to be so helpless.

But every action of Zong Yang, in the eyes of these four disciples, made them dare not ignore it as if they were facing a great enemy, and they were startled, which was very funny. In terms of strength, any one of them can ravage Zongyang like an ant.

Zong Yang drew his sword, but this sword seemed to weigh a hundred catties at the moment, and he pulled it very hard, but his face was calm, which made the four of them think it was a master.

At the time of the tension, everyone's mental power was highly concentrated, and any wind and grass were ignored, but at this moment, the lake next to him exploded, and the lake hit like a drifting rain, and the roar of a giant beast was deafening, and a huge figure rushed up to the beachbank, and in the blink of an eye, one of the previous disciples of the Chishan Sect was brought into the lake on the other side of the beachbank by this giant shadow, and everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them.

It was a dragon-shaped monster that was seven or eight feet long, with long scarlet fins like sails on its back, and bone spurs like sharp swords, its appearance was like a glimpse, just a vague look, at this time it drilled into the surface of the lake, the lake water surged to form a whirlpool, and the silt and aquatic plants at the bottom of the lake were swept up, and a bright red reflected in everyone's eyes.

"Huh?" The strong man who stood in the distance like a sculpture finally moved, and the lips on Gujing Wubo's face moved slightly, and he said silently: "Fin Jiao! ”

"What a weird thing is this!" For this kind of thing beyond the scope of cognition, the three disciples who survived the catastrophe shook their hands and feet involuntarily, and they were so frightened that they had lost their ability to move.

The whirlpool of the lake is getting bigger and bigger, Zong Yang picked up his bag and retreated, at this time, the scarlet dorsal fin of the fin Jiao was exposed on the surface of the lake, and the Jiao head was looming, and the middle-aged man noticed the crisis in advance, and shouted: "Quickly retreat, danger!" ”

The three disciples turned a deaf ear, saying that it was too late and that it was too fast, and the finned Jiao rushed out of the lake again, obviously attacking them.

Zong Yang finally saw the true face of this fin Jiao, the black Jiao body was covered with mud scale armor, the belly was white, the head of the Jiao was no different from the head of the snake, but there were two fan-shaped big red fins on the back of the head, from the nostrils to the top of the head were covered with dense bone spurs, which looked very terrifying.

This demon beast has a huge mouth, and it is full of intricate long teeth, and with a roar, the fishy wind blows in its face, and it looks like it is about to swallow one of the three disciples alive.

"Get out of the way!" The middle-aged man roared wildly and drew his sword.

The disciple who was locked as the prey finally burst out of his life potential at the moment of death, his body retreated sharply, and the two disciples behind him were also carried backwards, and the three of them retreated to Zong Yang's side.

The fin Jiao soared in mid-air, seeing this, its pupils erected, and it was extremely angry, and at this time, a sword light suddenly flashed towards its seven inches, and the long sword slashed into its body.

This series only happened in an instant, Jiao's blood soared, and the middle-aged man quickly retreated after the first blow, if he didn't do this, he would be knocked into the lake by the body of the fin Jiao, in which case he would definitely die.

The middle-aged man seriously injured the fin Jiao, but the strong man in the distance suddenly lowered his arms, revealing his withered hands like bird claws, and rushed over with a "whoosh".

"Master!" The three disciples had bloodless faces and exclaimed with some dementia.

The middle-aged man held a sword in one hand and the other behind his back, posing in a chic posture, he thought that the three apprentices were worshipping him, but suddenly felt some viscous liquid fall on the top of his head and cheeks.

Looking up, the middle-aged man gasped coldly, his back was numb, and it turned out that behind him, there was another fin Jiao, and a bloody mouth could bite down at any time.

From Zong Yang's side, this fin Jiao was much larger than the previous one, and a thick red whisker grew on the lower jaw.

"Uh-h

The fin Jiao bit down in the air, and swallowed the upper body of the middle-aged man in one bite, probably in retaliation, its jaws were closed, and a ball of blood bloomed, and the poor middle-aged man was only half of his body standing, and the scene was bloody.

Woo –

The originally seriously injured fin Jiao came out of the lake, screaming in misery and pain, and the blood stained the lake water within a radius of several feet, but it seemed that it was not yet at the point of dying.

The red-whiskered fin Jiao on the beach embankment looked up to the sky and swallowed the upper body of the middle-aged man with the sword, but his eyes were viciously staring at the strong man running from a distance, as if he could have a premonition of the strength of the other party, and the snake letter spit out, and slipped into the lake.

The strong man arrived, nailed the whole person to the beachbank, held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, stared at the lake with fierce eyes, and said, "A pair of beasts, I will slaughter you today." ”

"Boom-"

The surface of the lake exploded again, a tail swept out, the strong man only jumped up high, Zong Yang because he stood on the very side, he took a few steps back and escaped from the trap, but the poor three disciples who had already been in chaos, like frightened chickens, were swept into the lake, leaving only a few screams.

The strong man finally recognized these fellow disciples, and quickly jumped into the lake to save people after landing, Zong Yang seemed to have found a perfect opportunity to escape, but as soon as he turned around, he saw a huge Jiaoshou blocking in front of him!