It was night, on the desolate and decaying ruins, tombs were built, and in front of the graves were broken swords, and on each tombstone, a name was written, and there were white bones that had decayed inside, and there were tens of thousands of people.

A stone tablet with only half of it left was placed in the middle of the cemetery, and the words on it were faintly visible.

Ask the sword......

This is the site of the Asking Sword Sect, the former Asking Sword Sect after the burning of the war, no one cared for a hundred years, and it was listed as a forbidden place.

On the ruined Zhengyang Square, several women with different appearances, they looked at the man who was worshipping with admiration, the man had a good temperament, and his cultivation had reached the great perfection of refining the void, and there was a hidden meaning of breakthrough.

With a beard and a half-worn blue and white costume, he stood beside him with a sword full of purple qi and a fairy spirit.

Ask the Sword Sect clothing and Taiwei Sword, and at first glance, you will ask the disciples of the Sword Sect.

Today's spiritual realm has long since disappeared to ask the Sword Sect, so how can you ask the disciples of the Sword Sect?

The man's head hit the ground, with tears in his eyes, and his whispered voice choked: "Master, master, the disciple has avenged the sect!"

On the way of fleeing for a hundred years, countless times of life and death, his life has experienced too much suffering, and the ten years of the sect have become the most carefree time in his life.

The man pinched the small stone he was wearing on his chest, his voice was too low to be heard, and a tear fell into the dirt: "I'm sorry...... Sister Aluo. ”

Then he stood up, walked to several women, looked at him, and said in a determined tone: "I don't know if I live or die on this trip, I can't take you with me, and I thank you all the way." ”

After speaking, he bowed deeply in the direction of several people.

"Qin Wentian, let me tell you, Miss Ben is not a benefactor for you to be unrequited. The girl in the fiery red dress and with a beautiful face clenched her hands into fists and said angrily.

"Yao Yao, I'm sorry ......"

"You Qin Wentian are sorry for too many people, I don't care, I'm going to go with you!" Yao Yao shook the red bone whip on his waist, and the momentum around his body spread out, and it was actually a Yuanying cultivator.

"Ask God, we won't be a burden to you, take us with you. The woman who spoke took Yao Yao's hand, her blue eyes looked at Qin Wentian gently, and the shape of the dragon's horn could be faintly seen above her head, like the return of the divine moon.

Qin Wentian was silent, but still shook his head and looked at the rest of the people, his eyes reluctant.

"Ah Yun, we've been through so much together, don't you even give me the right to let me accompany you to the end?" The woman in the pink palace dress was even more enchanting and charming, and her appearance was quite similar to Yun Ziyue.

Isn't she dead?

Qin Luo was startled and woke up from the state of spectators.

She remembered that she was in retreat on Taiwei Peak, how she could be here.

[Old rules, replace tomorrow below]

In a dusty space, I couldn't see anything clearly, it was blurry, as if something was covering my eyes, and no matter how I wiped it, I still couldn't see what was in front of me.

It only felt as if something was about to come out of the ground, the red blood turned into scorching magma, and the sun, moon and stars fell to the ground, forming a series of sparks.

A high-hanging palace was smashed by the stars and reduced to pieces.

It's like the end of the world!

In such a devastating scene, it is surprisingly quiet.

“...... Demon ...... Wreak havoc...... Stop—" An old, deep voice came from afar, intermittently inaudible.

The fire of heaven scorched all living beings, and broken bodies could be seen everywhere, regardless of race, old and young, and mourning.

I was in it, but I couldn't open my eyes and move my body.

"Kill, kill, kill!" The cracking sound shook the heavens and the earth.

A dazzling purple divine light fell from the sky, shattering the falling stars, and when the purple divine light landed, it formed a sharp long sword to suppress the imminent movement below.

......

The person lying on the ground was breathing rapidly, a pair of black eyes suddenly opened, the streamer in his eyes faded instantly, and he looked at the giant tree covering the sky above his head in a daze, and his mind was blank.

Is it a dream?

Why don't you remember anything?

The shabby linen clothes were tightly wrapped around his body, his body was thin, his long dry and scattered hair was still covered with broken leaves and withered grass, and a calloused hand was covered on his face, and the black and yellow skin could be seen half-covered and half-hidden, vaguely the appearance of a woman.

Next to it is a fire made of stones in a circle, and there are still some ashes, which is a little messy.

Who is she? Where is she? Where is this?

It wasn't until her eyes were a little sour that the woman pulled the hair on her forehead, got up and sat up, and the look on her face was even more confused.

Her body looked like she was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, her clothes were downward, and her hair bun had become a mess because she was sleeping, and when she saw the wooden hairpin that had fallen next to her, she reached out and picked it up, skillfully pulled up her hair, and fixed it with a wooden hairpin.

Look at the fire next to you.

Is this the fire she lit?

She slept here yesterday, not dead, not hurt, a little hungry, didn't want to move......

Sitting quietly on the stone, without curiosity or fear, as if the instincts of the body had become accustomed to everything around him, but he had no impression of everything.

It wasn't until there was a sound of footsteps nearby that she put away her divergent thoughts, looked at the sound, but her hand involuntarily stretched out to her waist, there was something that could protect her, a white bone knife was held in her hand in an instant, and then her whole body hid behind a tree, and her sensitive movements were very different from the appearance of Fang Cai.

A little boy of seven or eight years old appeared, dressed in the same shabby linen clothes, holding in his hands a few green fruits, reddish and peck marks from birds.

The young man looked left and right, the dense bushes were full of strange rocks, snakes, insects, rats and ants were hidden under the weeds, and there was no human figure in the sound of insects and birds.

Was it abandoned? The innocent smile on the young man's face instantly stepped down.

Looking at the boy carefully through the trees, comparing the two of them with the same type of equipment, she felt that the little boy's Ah Luo should be calling her.

Is her name Aluo?

Can't remember.

Seeing the young man's increasingly lost appearance, he then put away the bone knife and walked out from behind the tree.

After speaking, he put the fruit in his hand on the ground and pointed to the animal skin bag hanging from Ah Luo's waist.

"There's a notebook in that leather bag, and you're going to record the events of the day, and you're going to see it first, and I'll clean up the fire first, and you'll eat the fruits, and we'll set off when you're done." ”

Ah Luo Yiyan opened the animal skin bag, there were three things, a folded parchment roll, a purse full of charcoal, and the notebook that the boy said, thick and heavy, the cover was wrapped in animal skin, and inside was yellowed paper, full of handwriting, at a glance dense and dense, looking big.

Ah Luo put all three things on the stone, a little hesitant.

Qin Yun carefully buried the fire, seeing this, as if he had become accustomed to it: "Sister Aluo, you can look at the parchment scroll first, there are few words on it." ”

When I opened the parchment scroll, the handwriting on it appeared to have been soaked in black ink, and the notes were neat.