The figure of the old master faded away in the path, and it took a long time before it disappeared from the edge of the distant horizon.

It's been a long process.

The wind was blowing and the sun was getting stronger, and the sand in the wilderness around the trail suddenly grew and drifted into the air.

However, the four young men on the trail never straightened up, allowing the sun to shine and the wind and sand to their noses, and they always maintained a posture of bending down and worshiping.

They are the proudest young people in the world.

After being a saint, it is natural to become a saint in the future.

So they demand a lot of themselves, and the whole world expects a lot from them.

Regardless of their vision, temperament, and strength, they have always been at a very high level in the world, until many years later, they reached the peak like their master.

They should be high above and won't look at the world a few times.

Rarely bend over, let alone bow down.

But in the face of the tall back in the dust, even if the other party did not look back, as long as it was still in sight, the four saints did not dare to get up.

Because they know that even if their master comes in person, they will maintain enough respect in the face of the old man who is clothed in the big man, and in the face of the ring ruler.

Not to mention them.

People only know that there are five saints in the world.

The pinnacle of the martial realm.

But they didn't know that there was another Master.

He was born to know.

I don't know how long it took, when the figure of the old master completely disappeared, the moment the four young people present could no longer sense the breath of the old master, a battle broke out in the wilderness of this slightly empty and somewhat desolate path.

This battle seems to have no roots, but in fact it has some historical origins, with a lot of grievances, and a contest between good and evil.

Continuing from their previous generation to the present--- this is a unilateral declaration of war against the Demon Saint lineage.

It is difficult for a demon cultivator, and it is difficult to go to the sky.

The cultivation of the Demon Dao requires blood and human life, fights and battles, and the most dark and cold-blooded murderous heart and talent in the world.

This kind of practice is against the way of heaven and is naturally not accepted.

Therefore, the battle between the righteous path of the human world and the demon cultivators has been going on for many years.

Such antagonism has existed for eternity, and has almost spanned the long river of human beings.

Demon cultivators were frantically suppressed and survived in the human world.

Until, at a certain point in time when I don't know how to know the years, between the cold wind of the yellow sand of the Northern Desert, a Seven Realms Demon Saint was killed.

Self-contained.

Break the sky and yellow sand in the northern desert, and fight against the righteous path of the world.

Since then, apart from a few other saints, few people dared to trouble the demon cultivators again.

And at this moment, on this trail, the Dao Saint Descendant Jianghe, the Buddha Saint Descendant Jiu'er, and the Sword Saint Descendant Baili Broken River, in the face of the sneer and smile standing alone in place, they did not hesitate, and chose to join forces for the first time, which was very tacit.

This is a declaration of the righteous path of the world from ancient times to the present.

As the leaders of today's righteous path, these three naturally have to practice more perfectly.

The sneering smile was ruthless and murderous in his eyes.

Facing the joining forces of the three saints in front of him, he was not afraid at all, but a little excited.

Demon cultivators are supposed to grow in battle and comprehend between life and death.

So the murderous aura in the north was startled, and the black-clothed young man went away in an instant, and the blood tide rolled between his palms, and he met it head-on.

No one witnessed the battle.

No one even knows the outcome of this battle.

Later, the occasional ranger monk who passed by this trail was blocked by a gap dozens of feet long, and then he saw countless large and small deep pits between the surrounding wilderness.

Only then did I know that there had been a tragic battle here.

So there were rumors in the world, and in a certain direction of the long trail, someone seemed to see such pictures:

A ten-year-old little Taoist priest with a face like gold paper slowly left in the residual wind.

A beautiful little monk in white walked on the road holding a string of broken prayer beads, singing the Buddha name, and his face was pale.

A young man with eyebrows and eyes like a sword suddenly couldn't stand up straight on the way, and bowed down slightly, he had a sword in his hand, very sharp, but a little less light.

There was also a murderous black-clothed boy with blood covered in blood and fell somewhere in the wilderness where no one was looking, and he didn't know where to go.

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Rumors are always rumors.

Someone will believe it.

Some people will only laugh about it as a tea and will not take it to heart.

At least the old master won't take it to heart.

He departed from the trail and walked forward.

After a long and long journey through mountains and rivers, over the hustle and bustle of the city, stopping at the end of a certain evening to rest, and setting off on the eve of another dawn, it took a long time and a long journey to finally reach the end of the journey on a certain day in a certain year and month.

He came to the Tang Kingdom.

The old master was covered in dust, and his eyebrows were a little tired, but his eyes were still clear.

He stood on the straight and narrow official road outside the Tang Palace, looking at the tall city gate in front of him, slightly swaying, as if recalling some of the past.

The wind blew, and the corners of the clothes were rustled, like a dream.

The old master faced the wind and stood still.

He stood still and calmed down for a long time.

Only when the sun was getting slanting and a little dazzling did he lift the ring ruler in his hand, put it across his arm, then raised his head slightly, straightened up, and said softly: "Since I have arrived, you must come and see each other." It's always rude to turn away customers. ”

His voice was not loud and his tone was calm.

Every word is rigid and upright, like a teacher is lecturing.

There were people coming and going at the gate of Tang Kingdom, and no one paid attention to this strange old man who was tall and tall.

But the Master was not in a hurry.

He was sure that his word had reached the city.

There's always someone to hear.

So he just stared at the entrance of the city gate quietly, as if he could find the person he wanted to see through the crowd.

The wind passed without a trace, and time gradually passed, and the crowd in front of the city began to disperse and sparse, and the official road gradually became spacious.

A man walked out of the city.

The man was dressed in the robes of the eunuchs of the Tang Dynasty, with a square face and no smiles.

He came from the city, his pace was steady, each step was not wide, not long, and the distance was just right.

It's like an army in formation.

is clearly a eunuch, but in terms of momentum, he is more like a general.

His hands hung from his waist, his muscles were not very full, but his palms were covered with thick calluses, as if he had been holding a knife for many years.

There was no emotion in his eyes, only two bundles of sword qi followed.

It was never deliberately publicized.

But it is always sharp.

The person who came was the first head of the Tang Kingdom - Gao Zhiye.

The old master narrowed his eyes, the ring ruler in his hand gently tapped his arm, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for many years, but I didn't expect your sword cultivation to improve a lot, and give you some more opportunities, I'm afraid you're going to have to lift the knife to make a god?"

Gao Zhiye stood silently, bowed slightly and clenched his fists, did not respond to these words, but said calmly: "The high priest is waiting for you in the city." ”

The old master raised his head and said, "It's not just for the sake of passing on a word, is it?"

Gao Zhiye straightened up, opened his hands, and slowly clenched them, as if holding a knife.

He also raised his head, looked directly at the old master, and said, "Naturally, I want to ask the master for advice." ”

Everyone knows that Takanoha likes to use knives.

His advice.

Naturally, it's about knives.

The old master nodded, and only said two words: "It's okay." ”

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