In the Thundering Continent of the Xiuzhen World, this year's winter was unusually dry and cold, and the cold wind penetrated through the bones, like a demon with teeth and claws, and pounced into a small village called Redwood.

The village is small, with only about 100 households, and there are three dilapidated thatched houses at the easternmost end. On the simple wooden bed in the house, a thin boy with a wide forehead and a straight nose lay down.

The boy was about eleven or twelve, and he curled up his thin body in a torn quilt, but he could not resist the cold that swept in through the cracks in the wood.

The cold wind was biting, Luo Yan shivered, his face was pale from the cold, and his blood seemed to have been frozen.

He held a black broken sword tightly in his arms, because he was holding it too tightly, and his body was already frozen unconscious, he didn't notice that his palm had been cut by a blunt blade, and the hilt was stained red with blood.

Just when he was in a daze, suddenly a golden light shot out from the broken sword, straight into his eyebrows, and in the confusion, a tragic battle appeared in his mind.

The remnant sun is like blood, and in a valley, corpses are everywhere, like a Shura hell.

A middle-aged man covered in blood, holding a golden sword, stood in the sea of corpses and blood, staring at the valley with his eyes dead.

Behind him, there was a stone door, and several guards stood in front of it with horizontal knives, with expressions of death on their faces.

Ahead, a large group of black-robed monks came to kill with spirit soldiers.

The middle-aged man's eyes were like torches, and every attack of the long sword in his hand made a low dragon groan, and the nine golden dragons engraved on the sword truly manifested, roaring for nine days, and the steel-like dragon body rolled up in the sky.

"Kill!"

He roared and fought bloodily.

In the stone gate behind him, there was a baby who was still swaddling, pink and cute, biting his fingers and staring at the big battle in front of him, babbling a few words from time to time, looking at his appearance, he was a little similar to himself.

In the valley, the sword and sword, the middle-aged man is brave, like an undefeated god of war, commanding the dragon to fight in all directions, almost ten kills in one step, and the stumps and broken arms around him are flying, bloody and brutal.

Soon, there were nearly a hundred more corpses in the valley, and the blood on the middle-aged man's body even seeped into the battle suit, and he simply carried a wave of the enemy's impact.

Of course, this is not without a price, the middle-aged man's breath has weakened a lot, his eyes are a little dull, and there is blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a large number of black-robed people appeared outside the valley.

The middle-aged man is desperate, there are too many enemies, and he can't kill them endlessly, even if he is brave, he will always be alone, and sooner or later he will be exhausted.

He quickly made a decision, gritted his teeth and condensed his true qi in his hands, holding the golden long sword and slashing it with force, directly dividing this divine weapon that had accompanied him for tens of thousands of years into two parts.

Then he took out a green jade pendant from his bosom and one of the swift slashes and put them into the animal skin bag.

He walked into the stone door, touched the baby's little face, and stuffed the animal skin bag into the swaddling clothes.

"Luo Xing, leave the secret passage immediately with the child, and go as far as possible!" said the middle-aged man to a young guard.

"Master, please go first with the young master, and your subordinates will protect you desperately......"

"Go now, it's an order!"

The guards were shocked, and hot tears fell from their eyes: "Subordinates receive orders!"

He quickly entered the stone gate and picked up the baby, and rushed into the dark passage without looking back.

At this time, thousands of black-robed monks had gathered outside the valley, both in the heavens and on the ground, densely packed, like locusts crossing the border, approaching step by step.

The next moment, they were fierce and murderous, and they came up one after another like vicious wolves.

Just when the middle-aged man was about to buy time for his child to escape and fight to the death, behind a large number of black-robed monks, a leader-like figure came out.

He was also dressed in a black robe, and his face was still wrapped in a black veil, revealing only a pair of solemn eyes.

The black-robed leader raised his hand, and the swooping army instantly stopped attacking, moving neatly like a well-trained soldier.

"Luo Shunde, hand over the Swift Slash and the Candlelight Shadow Pendant, otherwise none of your fathers and sons will want to live today!" he looked at the broken sword in the middle-aged man's hand, and a trace of greed crossed his eyes.

The middle-aged man's sword guide to the sky, his voice was like ice: "Lifeng Mou, you have died of this heart, a villain like you will never be qualified to get these two treasures." ”

Seeing that the other party had revealed his identity, the black-robed leader simply tore off the black veil in front of him, revealing a crumpled crocodile face, and sneered: "Give you one last chance, hand over the things, otherwise-die!"

"It's up to you, if you come to fight, I'll kill you here!"

"Very good, give it to me! I don't need to keep my mouth alive!" shouted from Feng Mou.

The army slaughtered, and the black-robed leader also moved, and he stepped into the air, holding the snake-shaped soul killing knife in his hand, and slashed down without reservation.

Suddenly, two clouds of black gas rushed out of the blade, turning into two ten-zhang oolongs in the blink of an eye, and the thick dragon tail swayed between swings, rushing towards the middle-aged man one left and one right.

Luo Shunde looked at the flying black dragon and the approaching monk, and his face was crazy: "You want to kill me...... You're not qualified enough!"

After that, a terrifying energy fluctuation overflowed from his body, and the sky above the valley changed, the middle-aged man's eyes were bloodshot, his body cracked, his meridians exploded, and blood splattered in all directions.

After seeing this scene, Feng Mou's pupils shrank sharply, and a cool breath poured from head to foot, and he yelled: "Kill him immediately!"

"Madman, you madman, you actually exposed yourself as a baby!" he was shocked and angry, and hurriedly flew out of the valley.

"I want to leave now, it's too late!" Luo Shunde looked hideous and decisively ignited Yuan Ying.

The next moment, the heavens and the earth shook, and the violent energy exploded here, instantly destroying the valley and dispersing the dark clouds in the sky.

The raging fire centered on the valley and spread in all directions, destroying and decaying, and everything in its path turned into ashes, like a scene of annihilation.

Only the black-robed leader, who was the first to flee, was lucky enough to save his life, and in his terror, he saw a white light pass through his body and fly towards the mountains in the distance.

Then, the scene in front of Luo Yan's eyes changed, and a vague figure appeared, which could be identified as a girl from the appearance.

Just as he was about to take a few more steps forward to see the girl's face, he suddenly felt weightless, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

......

With a "poof", Luo Yan, who was lying down, rolled out of bed and fell heavily on the ground, the pain waking him up from Fang Cai's nightmare.

He rubbed his aching arm, picked up the broken sword and jade pendant on the ground, and looked at the ornaments on it, which were incomparably similar to the two treasures he saw in his dream.

In a trance, my adoptive father Luo Xing's deathbed instructions came to my ears:

"Yan'er, my limit has come, you can only rely on yourself in the future, remember, you must refine your body diligently, and strive to enter the immortal gate as soon as possible.

When you get married, the seal left in your mind will be automatically broken, and you will know your background when the time comes, and until then, don't let anyone see these two things, lest you lead to death. ”

Luo Yan held the two relics and remembered the days when he and his adoptive father depended on each other, and couldn't help but cry like rain.

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