Outside the mountain gate of the Ink Academy, there is a bloodstained place that cannot disappear no matter how much it is cleaned, no matter how many years of vicissitudes of life.

After a hundred years, the blood on this blood-stained ground had become a little dark red, and even began to turn black.

This is the blood left by Meng Zheng hundreds of years ago.

It witnessed what the Academy did back then, and it also became the largest and most glaring pillar of shame in the history of the Academy.

Originally, the great powers of the academy wanted to directly uproot this land, but the gentlemen of that generation did not agree, and issued a ban on any juniors of the Ink Washing Academy from interfering in this place.

The Ink Academy has always paid attention to reverence for the sages, so this piece of land has been left here forever, and it has become the pain and shame that every monk of the Ink Academy does not want to mention in their hearts.

And today, on this blood-stained ground, a young man is lying again.

This is the first time in hundreds of years that there is a person lying down in this place since the incident of Meng Zheng, and coincidentally, the experience of this person lying here is also quite similar to Meng Zheng, and he himself has some relationship with Meng Zheng.

This person is Liu Xunxiang, who has been abolished and cultivated.

He was thrown here like a dead dog, to fend for himself.

When he first left the Eastern Regions, he came to Zhongzhou with apprehension, but before he had time to feel the atmosphere of Zhongzhou, he was directly abolished by the great sacrificial wine of the Ink Washing Academy, and became a waste person who was not even as good as mortals.

Raindrops the size of beans fell to the ground in the air, and new blood mixed with the rain seeped into the blackened soil, as if to make the Ink Washing Academy not forget this sin, and re-polish the already dim blood stains deep underground.

"Great sacrificial wine, why don't you kill him directly, cut the grass and not eradicate the roots, I'm afraid it will ....."

In a quaint room in the Ink Academy, the candle flame swayed without wind, and the faces of the people in the room were a little cloudy.

The big sacrificial wine is the old man in the gorgeous costume who is looking for incense in the waste willow.

At this time, he sat behind a low desk, holding a bamboo slip, looking like an old pedant, looking respectable.

He seemed to have read the book and saw the highlights, shook his head a little, and after hearing the question, he said slowly: "Zifei, I know you are worried, worried that he will become the second Meng Zheng."

But what the old man wants to tell you is that he will never be the second Meng Zheng. ”

"Great Sacrifice Wine, don't forget that the same was true of Meng Zheng back then, now his cultivation has been abolished, but who can guarantee that he will not find the place where Meng Zheng transformed back then, don't forget his relationship with Meng Zheng. ”

It was Zifei who spoke, and Liu Xunxiang's cultivation was abolished, and he had nothing to do with it.

"Don't worry, Meng Zheng transformed back then because he was lucky, and the dean of that place had personally been there once, and he had already lost his qi there.

This son is now abolished by the old man to cultivate, and there is absolutely no possibility of recovery, and God has the virtue of a good life, my Ink Washing Academy as a holy place for the ages, this time he was stripped of his place, and his cultivation was abolished, if he was killed again, it was somewhat unpleasant to say. ”

On the stage of the students during the day, the big sacrificial wine turned into a big hand with a strong aura, and directly entered Liu Xunxiang's sea of knowledge through the skull, and smashed Liu Xunxiang's cultivation of the sea of knowledge.

Spiritual cultivation is the root of the monk's ability to feel the aura and become different from mortals, it is the most important thing for the monk, and its preciousness is even greater than the heart, and the spiritual cultivation is connected with the meridians of the monk's whole body and the head.

The pain of crushing the cultivation of the soul is no less than pulling out the nails of ten fingers, like cutting out the heart, even if Liu Xunxiang is so tough, he is still fainted to death by the pain.

It's just that the big sacrificial wine doesn't want him to die like this, he is in the Yunxiang Realm, and he grasps the accuracy of the proportion when he moves, and he has pinched and exploded the cultivation spirit, but it did not hurt Liu Xunxiang's life at all.

Zi Fei was obviously still a little reluctant, and asked: "Please also make it clear with the big sacrificial wine, otherwise even if Zi Fei is punished, he will go out and kill the deviant." ”

The Great Sacrificial Wine raised his eyelids and glanced at Zifei, and said: "Zifei, you are younger after all, sometimes people are more uncomfortable alive than dead, and his life is a kind of deterrent to the outside world."

It was a warning to the evil cultivators who were still breathing on the entire Falling Sacred Star, and it was also a reminder to those restless guys in the Eastern Regions. ”

"What's more, he is alive and can wash away the shame of our Ink Washing Academy, which is more useful than his death, and you have to believe the old man, he will definitely not become the second Meng Tribulation. ”

"What if Meng Zheng comes to Zhongzhou to save him. Zifei said.

The Great Sacrificial Wine shook his head and smiled: "Meng Zheng can't come to Zhongzhou, he had too many enemies back then, and now there are people looking for his trouble, so now he should be too busy to take care of himself, and he has no energy to care about this person's life or death." ”

"Even if he manages it, this person is already a wasted person, and he has no value. ”

Zifei saw that he was so determined, and he didn't want to say anything more.

Leaving the room, Zifei took a deep breath of cold air, he paid his life to the Ink Academy, in his eyes, the Academy was his home.

He did not allow anyone to slander or insult the Ink Academy.

That's why he tracked down Meng Zheng alone, all the way to the Eastern Regions, but his cultivation was not good, and in the end, if it wasn't for Mr. Ji, I'm afraid he would have died in the imperial capital of the Song Kingdom in the Eastern Regions.

"Cut the grass and eradicate the roots, so as to prevent future troubles. A trace of murderous intent flashed in Zifei's eyes.

When Zifei arrived outside the mountain gate of the Ink Washing Academy, there was no trace of Liu Xunxiang except for the more bright red color.

"Damn it!"

........

I don't know how long it took, Liu Xunxiang, who was lying on the ground, slowly regained some consciousness, before that, he only remembered that he was slapped on the heavenly spirit by an old man in fancy clothes.

In the back of my mind, there was a heart-rending pain in the meridians of my body and even in every inch of my skin, as if someone was pumping my own meridians with red-hot pliers.

This kind of pain made him almost collapse.

But at this time, there is a strong aura that constantly protects his spiritual sense, preventing his consciousness from collapsing and going crazy.

Liu Xunxiang can't remember clearly, severe pain, torture, wanting to die but can't die, he is conscious under the protection of aura, and being awake means torment, tormenting by severe pain in sobriety.

He remembered that face, that old face.....

Then he fell into an endless, icy abyss, pitch black, dead silence, in which there was no one, no sound, only the sound of his own breathing.

He was scared, a feeling he had rarely had in all his years.

"Your doom is ..... ahead of schedule"

In the darkness, a voice repeated itself from afar, sometimes like a man's voice, sometimes like a woman's voice, sometimes like an old man's whisper, sometimes like a child's cheer, but whatever it was, it was repeating the words.

"I'm in trouble?"

Liu Xunxiang was very confused, he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence: "What calamity, what calamity of mine, what is ahead of ......"

The voice seemed to be thinking about something, and it didn't take long for it to sound again.

"The edict, the extreme of the ancients, the living sacrifice to the sky, the sealing of the heavens and the prison road, all living beings need to cross the immeasurable calamity, such as the abyss is like a prison, and it is enshrined as the supreme enlightenment ......"

In the darkness, accompanied by the sound, there was a sound of clattering footsteps, footsteps appeared from a distance, and then slowly approached Liu Xunxiang's position, and this sentence was getting closer and closer.

"Edict, Ancient Extreme.... I seem to have heard it somewhere, but why I can't remember anything. ”

"Who am I, who am I, and where is this!"

"Who are you, who are you, why are you telling me this, what do these words mean!"

Liu Xunxiang scolded loudly and asked loudly, but there was no other movement around him except for the echo of his own voice and footsteps.

The footsteps were still approaching, and they were getting closer and closer, and Liu Xunxiang seemed to be able to feel that the owner of the footsteps was already standing in front of her.

But in front of him, he could see nothing but endless darkness.

"Who is it, who are you!" Liu Xunxiang took the initiative to move forward, he wanted to know who was standing in front of him, he kept running forward, but there seemed to be nothing in front of him except for the endless darkness.

He didn't know how long he had been running, nor how far he had run, until he was tired of running on his own.

Liu Xunxiang knelt on the ground, panting heavily, he couldn't run, he really couldn't run.....

It was dark and silent, there was no direction, no light, and he could only run forward with his head buried in it, even if he had lost his way.

But now, he can't run!

The owner of that footstep seemed to have left, no, it hadn't.

He was still around Liu Xunxiang, and when Liu Xunxiang was exhausted, he started to move again, and the sound of footsteps was in his ears, so he rubbed Liu Xunxiang's side and walked by.....

The footsteps are getting farther and farther away, farther and farther away, but Liu Xunxiang no longer has the strength to chase after them.

Dead silence was restored all around, and everything was silent.....

Zhongzhou is not only prosperous in magic, but also especially rich in ores, the most of which is a mineral called Lingyun Stone.

Because there are enough ore veins, often some small ore veins are abandoned by those super sects, and in this way, small ore veins have become the object of competition for some small families.

The You family is such a small family, they occupy the Lingyun Stone Mountain Range, which is not very rich, and can even be called a little barren, and has been self-sufficient for many years.

Although it is as small as dust in the vast boundary of Zhongzhou, it is also comfortable.

It's just that in the past few days, there have been some problems with Youjia.

Because of the shortage of resources, their rival family started the idea of this mountain range, and they asked the You family to give an explanation on the grounds that their own people died in the You Family Lingyun Stone Mountain Range.

If this matter had been put in the past, the You family would naturally not be afraid.

But now there are only three or two big cats and small cats left in the entire Youjia monk, and once there is a conflict, the consequences will be unimaginable.

For this reason, the only daughter of the You family, You Yufei of the Condensation Vein Realm, decided to come to her vein in person, hoping to find some evidence of the other party's planting, and then hand it over to the monks and adults of the Inspection Division.

In this way, it may be possible to avoid the disaster of the extermination of the You family.

"Miss, there's someone here!"

A voice attracted You Yufei not far away, and saw that at the entrance of the mine where they were mining spirit stones, a white-haired young man was lying.