More than 500 years ago, the silver wolf clan, which had been silent for many years, finally had a demon king rise.

But all demon kings are eager for territory.

A bigger territory means more natural treasures that can help with cultivation; There are also more habitats with abundant aquatic plants to further grow the population.

The same is true of the Terran King.

The border pass of the Eight Kings Town is not just a defense, if you can open up the territory, the territory you have beaten down will be your own, according to the rules, other strong people of the human race are not allowed to touch.

Therefore, no matter which clan's king rises, it means that a bloody storm is coming.

The wolf clan and the human race have been hostile for many years, and not long after the promotion of the silver wolf king, he launched an attack on the nearby human city.

The demon king who condensed the complete demon pill had the demon qi in his body as vast as the sea, spitting it out, which could easily blow the cultivators on the city wall into the sky.

The demon king's body is even more terrifying, his strength can destroy the mountain, even if the flesh and skin suffer more attacks, as long as the demon pill is not damaged, the injury can be easily recovered.

The Terran Clan's Grandmaster who defended the city couldn't compete with it at all.

The army was defeated, the city was broken, countless stumps and broken arms floated on the flowing river of blood, and the terrible wolf howls came and went, like the howl of the yin wind in hell.

This is a day that Song Xiang, the king of Changling, will never forget.

Song Xiang, who was only eight years old at the time, hid in the cellar with a few friends, listening to the screams outside, first extremely sharp, then turned into painful moans, and finally silent.

"Dead, all dead......"

The young Song Xiang's face was pale, his mind was at a loss, and in the end there was only one thought left:

"I don't want to die."

The dark cellars were tightly sealed and safe, and there was food to store, but there was no drinking water and no air.

The children were huddled in the cellar, afraid to go back to the ground.

Fragmented corpses, scarlet-eyed wolf demons...... The scene on the ground, under the rendering of the children's rich imagination, is more than a hundred times more terrifying.

They would rather suffocate in the cellar than face terror.

Song Xiang once weakly mentioned it, saying that he wanted to go up to have a look, but he was immediately strongly opposed by his companions.

So they went on to hide and endure.

Half a day, one day, two days.

Finally, when the rest of the people were dizzy and couldn't even speak.

Song Xiang held the urine he had just discharged with both hands, raised his head and drank it all, then staggered up the stairs, and used his last strength to push the door of the cellar.

The wooden door did not move at all, as if it was pressed by something heavy, and there were faint traces of blood seeping down.

Song Xiang wanted to cry a little, but he held back stiffly, unwilling to waste any drop of water.

This desperate child is still stubborn, and he keeps pushing the door in anger.

One, two, three......

With a squeak, the wooden door opened.

Bright light sprinkled, Song Xiang squinted his eyes and looked up.

A middle-aged man in a scholarly robe was standing alone at the door of the cellar, with a gentle expression, bowing his head and smiling at him.

"You're brave."

"Come on, it's safe now."

The white robe turned away from the window to the sun, showing a hazy and brilliant halo around his body, and the middle-aged man bathed in it, like a god......

Today, more than 500 years later, Song Xiang, the king of Changling, still remembers this scene.

The mysterious middle-aged man who didn't know the origin removed the body that was pressed at the door of the cellar and rescued Song Xiang and the others from the rubble.

Then take them with you and walk together to the safety of the Terran city.

On the way, the middle-aged man taught a lot of things, such as literacy, boxing, qi cultivation, and some mysterious truths.

The children called him sir.

Song Xiang took the initiative to find Mr. and said that he wanted to practice more strength.

The experience in the cellar was too desperate, the door to survival was in front of him, but he couldn't push it open, so Song Xiang had a heartfelt desire for strength.

So, the gentleman taught him a method of refining the body.

Now the well-informed King of Changling, thinking of the method he learned back then, is still secretly frightened.

This gentleman is by no means simple, and he can easily come up with a set of superb introductory techniques, which has laid a solid foundation for his cultivation and will benefit him for life.

It's a pity that after parting that year, Mr. evaporated from the world.

The king of Changling once sent people to visit everywhere, but he never found out about his whereabouts, and finally had to give up.

There is an interesting story circulating in the high-level circles of the human race - for many years, as a pure martial artist, King Changling's favorite clothes to wear are actually a set of old-fashioned scholarly robes.

For this reason, this old prince is often joked for "pretending to be Sven", but he has never changed it, and no one knows what the mystery is.

Only King Changling himself knew that this was to commemorate the man who changed his life......

However, remembrance is remembrance.

The current King of Changling does not want to see Mr. again.

I don't want to, and I don't dare.

He knew very well that if Mr. was still alive and met him again, he would definitely be disappointed, and what he had done in recent years was not glorious.

So, it's better that the gentleman is still dead.

"I guess I'm already dead."

"Definitely dead, the strong people of the human race who can live for six hundred years can't stay in obscurity."

In the quiet room, King Changling sat on a chair and muttered to himself, as if he wanted to reassure himself.

Last night, the gentleman appeared in a dream, just like that year, standing at the door of the cellar, quietly looking down at him, making him sweat.

Fortunately, this is just a dream, and it is fake after all.

King Changling smiled self-deprecatingly.

"It's really old, and you can actually get entangled in this kind of thing."

Even if the gentleman does stand in front of him, so what? He is no longer the kid hiding in the cellar, but the king of the human race at the peak of the Five Realms!

King Changling straightened his back, put the dream he had yesterday behind him, and his gaze returned to calm.

Some people are long dead, and he will continue to live.

The withered hand reached out and shook the brass bell beside the seat.

Soon, a richly dressed middle-aged man walked in lightly and saluted respectfully.

"Old Ancestor, the seventy-two Qi Refining Array Mages have all arrived, and the Grandmasters of the family are also in place, and the inner courtyard is now impregnable......

After the report, the middle-aged man's expression became a little nervous, "Could it be that it was really exposed?" ”

King Changling glanced at this descendant and laughed, "What are you panicking about, this is to prevent the stunned Qing Yang King from coming over to sabotage and destroy my courtyard." ”

"As for exposure, what if it's really exposed?"

"You remember, as long as this king is alive, he is the pillar of the human race, and even if others guess something, they have to hold it in their hearts!"

The middle-aged man nodded like pounding garlic, "What the ancestor said is reasonable, but the younger generation is worried." ”

King Changling leaned back and leaned back in his chair, looking extremely calm.

"Tomorrow, even if His Majesty the Emperor asks, this king will not be afraid at all! Keep your mouths shut, just don't mess with me. ”

He has a fearless appearance, as if he doesn't take the emperor in his eyes, but he does have this confidence.

After thousands of years of conquest, the human race has finally become the largest race among the ten thousand demons, but it is still surrounded by strong enemies, and the situation is not easy.

In this case, any Five Realms Venerable King is a precious force that cannot be lost.

What's more, he is an old and powerful man who has lived for six hundred years and has a huge influence in the human race.

"As long as this king does not betray the human race, you will never be fine."

King Changling's voice was flat, but domineering.

But in the next moment, the old prince's face changed abruptly, and he stood up suddenly, staring at the bookshelf by the wall, his chest rising and falling violently, as if he had seen the most terrifying picture in the world.

The chair behind him was jerked away, swaying, and nearly falling.

The middle-aged man at the door was just about to pat the ancestor's ass, and was startled when he saw this, "What's wrong?" ”

"Get out."

“…… Be. ”

The door of the quiet room was closed, leaving the King of Changling standing alone, staring horrified at a dusty corner of the bookshelf.

A dark cyan bamboo slip was lying in the corner, the surface was slightly shiny, and a line of ink characters danced like a dragon and snake, as if it would fly out at any time.

King Changling hadn't been so flustered for many years, and at this moment he only felt his throat dry, swallowed saliva, and his voice became extremely bitter.

"He's really alive......"