The old master's gaze stayed on the top of the back mountain of Xiaodao Town for a long time, feeling a certain rule and power hidden in that realm, and shook his head a little helplessly.

Then he lowered his eyebrows slightly, and the black and white light in his eyes swayed slightly, and he walked around the old man and the boy, through the old turtle in the shadows, and finally looked at the dry well with a layer of decay.

There was no superfluous light in the dry well, only darkness and hollowness.

Barely able to see.

But the old master looked very carefully, and his eyes were clear and bright, as if he had seen another world.

There was only a halo in his eyes, no emotion, and the expression on his face was flat, like a simple gaze or visit.

It's just that it's been a bit long.

When the wind on the top of the mountain became more and more urgent, and the clouds and mist were blown up by the wind, and went to a farther place, the old master slowly withdrew his gaze, put the ring ruler between his arms, and shook it gently, a little bored.

Xiaohua didn't know when she stood in front of the old master.

Its eyes are no longer as lazy and boring as before, and there are many fewer smiles and expressions on its face, and it doesn't even pay as much attention to sleeping as it used to.

It just followed the old master's line of sight and looked under the sky, as if it had passed through some barrier between heaven and earth, and then it also saw the back mountain of Xiaodao Town, as well as the people, those things, and those scenes in the back mountain.

It didn't pay much attention to the old man and the boy, just stared at the old turtle and looked at it seriously for a long time.

The emotions in the eyes of a pair of donkeys are somewhat mixed.

After a long time, it suddenly lowered its head and buried its head between its neck and abdomen, and its mood was slightly low.

The crescent moon was a little strange about Xiaohua's abnormality, she gently stepped forward and lowered her body, slightly smoothing the hairs on its back that were blown away by the wind, and just about to say something, the old master suddenly shook his head and motioned for her not to make a sound.

The wind is still there.

The old master sighed softly, raised the ring ruler horizontally, and the black and white colors between his eyes gradually faded from the light, as if he had seen all the world.

The crescent moon had lowered her eyes, and she could only lean over on Xiaohua's body, silently accompanying this little donkey who had been by her side since she could remember, and was happy and carefree all year round, and liked to giggle.

She didn't know what was wrong with it, and since the teacher wouldn't let her ask, and it had never spoken, she had to stay with it.

It's as if it has grown up with it for many years.

The little flower stood in silence in the wind, like a statue.

Hides all the secrets.

It's just an occasional flash of sadness in the lowered eyes, as if to tell the world that it's a little sad.

Perhaps only the old master knows why it is sad.

At this time, the light above the peak gradually brightened, the wind blew, the people were silent, and the little donkey was quiet.

There are only a few emotions left floating at the peak, with their own moods.

Connected to this world.

......

In the back mountains of Xiaodao Town, Tang Qing's emotions were also a little complicated.

He grew up in the deep palace since he was a child, and his daily homework was reading.

Although I haven't seen much of the world outside the Tang Dynasty with my own eyes, I have also read a lot of strange folk classics in the book, and I have retained enough interest in many landscapes in the outside world, many interesting things and characters, and even some absurd and strange things.

At that time, his idea was that although the outside world could not be reached, his heart longed for it.

So when he first encountered the sacrificial beast from the Heaven and Earth Divine Courtyard in the town, the Blood Tiger, he was only shocked by its terrifying strength, and there was no unnecessary fear or panic.

Even if he experienced life and death in Kunlun City later, fought viciously with the devil beast in the poor mountains and bad waters, and was seriously injured, he only regarded these as a kind of harvest and experience of stepping into the world and worshipping the world.

For him, the experience will be wonderful, and it is nothing more than to come out and see the scenery in the book and walk through it.

But at this moment, in the back mountain, Tang Qing heard the old turtle speak, but he inexplicably felt panic.

Because the voice of the old turtle is exactly the same as the voice of the old man next to him.

The shadow of the old man is exactly the same as the appearance of the old turtle by the well.

This is no coincidence.

He didn't know what that meant.

Doctor Miao, who is respected by everyone in Knife Town, is he a turtle spirit?

This is naturally hard to accept.

So when the old turtle's words just fell, Tang Qing turned sideways as fast as he could, separating the distance between him and the old man, and then pulled out the short sword that had been gaining momentum for a long time.

The short sword is very sharp, especially the edge of the blade, with a very ancient aura, and there are several sword intents from the hills of Nanshan hidden in it.

It's hard for the average person to notice.

But the old turtle and the old man felt it.

The smile on the corner of the old man's mouth gradually disappeared, and he stared closely at the sword in Tang Qing's hand, feeling the extremely sharp sword intent in the sword, as if it could cut off the entire heaven and earth, and his face became a little ugly.

He stood still, his eyes very complicated.

There seems to be a hint of hatred.

Until the old turtle in the shadow of the wellhead spoke again: "I thought that fate was just a miracle to stay here for thousands of years, and finally waited for the chosen one to pass by, but I didn't want to, but I could still feel the will of the Sword Saint here." ”

The old turtle was also staring at the sword, and said slowly: "Many years ago, I still can't forget, that kind of sword intent just passed through the air, and there were many more souls in heaven and earth. That scene is vivid, but now it is no longer human. ”

Tang Qing held the short sword in his hand, his mood was slightly calm, and he did not speak.

It's just that the sword heart is outside, and the innate qi in the body is ready to be released, once the old man and the old turtle have any unfriendly actions, he can also ensure that he can stab a sword in the fastest time.

The sword given by the teacher is sharp enough.

So a sword is good.

The old turtle and the old man did not make any extra moves, and even the hatred in the old man's eyes gradually disappeared and returned to calm.

The mountain behind was quiet for a while, the old turtle shook his body slightly, and his eyes turned from the edge of the short sword to Tang Qing again.

A smile reappeared at the corner of his mouth.

The old man slowly sorted out the hem of his clothes, then looked at Tang Qing, and suddenly said calmly: "I know you have a lot of questions, but I want you to remember that I have absolutely no ill will towards you." Otherwise, I can do it when Qin Han brought you back a few days ago. As for your sword......"

The old man smiled bitterly, shook his head and continued: "The negative impression that that sword brought to me thousands of years ago was too profound, so it was difficult for me to forget, and even a little disgusted. Of course, this is a festival between me and the Wilderness Sword Saint in the hills of the South Mountain, and it has nothing to do with you. ”

The amount of information in these words was too large for Tang Qing to delve into, but he also lowered his guard a little, and he opened his mouth to ask, "Who are you?"

As soon as this sentence fell, the old turtle at the mouth of the well suddenly looked up at the sky, then put away his smile and slowly sat upright, looking very solemn.

It's like I'm about to introduce myself.

The old man also tightened his wide robe, his eyes were calm, he looked at Tang Qing and said, "I am a demon." ”

The voice was not loud, the tone was not thick, but it was more serious than everything he said before.

After shaking the world for thousands of years, he was finally able to say the identity of "demon" in front of people, the old man looked back at the old turtle, a little embarrassed and helpless.

More than that, but a relief.

Tang Qing was a little surprised, but he was not too shocked.

He stood there in silence for a long time, remembering that in the books and ancient books he had read in the past sixteen years, there had been a sporadic and loose record of demons.

Demons are a special race.

At some point in time in the distant past, they occupied most of the world's pattern and fortune, and surpassed all living beings in the world.

This world is the demon world.

All living beings are ruled by them.

Of course, not all creatures can afford the title of demon.

Mountain beasts are not demons.

Birds in the sky are not demons.

Spirits are not demons.

Even if it is a mountain spirit ghost who has opened his spiritual wisdom and officially stepped into the cultivation world, he is not a demon.

The demon must be born and grown, and since the moment it appeared in this world, its identity is a demon.

The body shape, appearance, and breath of the demon have no specific criteria or judgments, it may be the appearance of an animal, or it may be the appearance of a human, or even, it is just a fire, a puff of smoke, and an ethereal divine consciousness.

Born to be a demon, not through acquired cultivation or opportunity to transform into a demon.

The biggest feature of the demon clan, and what they are most proud of, is that they flow with golden blood.

The Golden Blood Demon Clan was once so powerful in this world that no one could match.

It's a nightmare for a lot of other races, and a presence to look up to.

It wasn't until many years later, on a day of unknown age, that for some special reason, they began to decline.

Until today, there is no news of any demon clan in this world.

Regarding the reason for the decline of the demon clan, there is no record in the book.

That period of history was vacant, and Tang Qing naturally couldn't know about it, but he could vaguely feel that the disappearance of the demon clan must be related to the human race.

Because now the world is called the world.

Tang Qing was silent, and waited until the light around the back mountain gradually dimmed a little, and then he pulled his thoughts back from the books and words he had read in the past, and said: "There are no demons in the world anymore. ”

There is no more, proof that there was one.

The old turtle lowered his head and sighed softly.

The old man's face was indifferent, and his eyes were sad.

Tang Qing put away the short sword and tied it back to his waist, he continued: "The cause and effect of the demon clan, as well as that broken history, if you can, tell me, I think this is one of the reasons why you brought me here." ”

The old man sighed: "The decline of a race is an extremely long process, especially the Golden Blood Demon Clan back then. ”

"I want to hear about it. ”

Tang Qing raised his head, thought for a moment, and finally added: "Although I don't have enough time." ”

At this time, the halo of the sky gradually sank, and the sunlight falling into the back mountain became slightly thinner, and the surrounding shadow range gradually widened.

The old turtle crawled from the shadow at the mouth of the well to another shadow, and continued to be silent.

The old man looked up at the sky, made eye contact with the old turtle, and began to recall the past thousands of years ago, slightly organize his thoughts, and tell a story like a storyteller.

This story is a bit long, spanning a long period of history, and has been hidden in this world for a long time.

The protagonist of this story is naturally the Golden Blood Demon Clan who ruled the world thousands of years ago.

The demon clan was born by natural fortune and is the darling of heaven.

In addition to dominating the world and incomparably strong physical bodies, their magical talents are also innate, as if they were a godsend.

Coupled with the almost endless life, in the long years, the power and supernatural powers of the demon race continue to grow, if nothing else, their race will continue to last for tens of millions of years, or even longer, until the end of this world and the end of time, waiting for eternal life.

But there are often a lot of surprises in this world.

This unexpected protagonist involves another race—the Terrans.

At the beginning of the universe, the Terrans were the weakest and most humble race.

Whether it is talent and supernatural powers, body and destiny, they are all at the bottom of this world.

They are even wantonly slaughtered by birds and animals between continents, and their life goals are to have a full stomach and warmth.

Death is the most common thing in the eyes of the Terrans.

No one would have thought that the lowest human race would one day in the future, completely replace the most noble and invincible golden-blooded demon clan, drive them into the depths of the virtual realm that will never see the light of day, and have control of this continent.

Because the Terrans have two of their most important abilities, evolutionary intelligence, and arrogant ambition.

From the beginning of eating raw meat, living in this world like a walking corpse, to the creation of fire sources, the emergence of civilization, and the pursuit of a higher level of life goals.

It's a long process.

If they endure it, they will not go back, and they will continue to evolve with ambition and go to a higher world.

At that time, the human race was still the most inconspicuous part of the group in the eyes of the demon race, like ants, and they didn't even have the heart to lower their heads and take a look.

The Terrans didn't care, and they gradually emerged as leaders, forming the most primitive systems and rules to regulate the actions of this race, and continue to develop.

They have a clear division of labor and are extremely united, forming the most basic hierarchical division system, each performing its own duties, and well restraining the gradually expanding number of human beings, so that everyone can find the most correct position.

They worked together for the revival of the human race.

After a long period of evolution and improvement, they used the weapons they invented to capture and captivate those beasts that once chased and killed them, and opened up the image of the ruler of the original form of the human race.

Such a power grew at an extremely rapid rate among continents, and soon attracted the attention of other races.

So a bloody battle history about the rise and fall of the human race came to the theater of history.

The Terrans have become more powerful in the countless battles of future generations, and their wisdom and ambition have grown stronger, and they are no longer satisfied with coexisting with other races on this continent.

The Terrans' expansionist and aggressive ambitions may have existed in the deepest part of their hearts from the very beginning, except for the Demon Race, the world's dominant race at that time, the Terrans regarded all other races as their enemies.

They will not show mercy to their enemies, but will only kill them all.

So in the following period of history, it was a time of crazy aggression.

The Terran realm is getting bigger and more numerous, and it has emerged from one continent to the next, trampling countless other races under its feet.

Finally, one day in a certain year and month, the increasingly powerful human race attracted the attention of the demon race.

At that time, although the human race was already very strong, rampant between the continents, and almost no one dared to provoke it, but in the eyes of the demon race at that time, it was still only an insignificant part of the force.

The reason why the demon race noticed the human race was only out of the consideration of their superiors, because any rising race, whether it was through war or other means, must have a certain scale and absolute balance.

The Demon Race does not allow any other race to expand and invade endlessly under their noses.

Especially the Terrans back then, their ambitions had swelled to the point where they could not extricate themselves.

If you don't interfere, you can't guarantee that one day you will really dare to attack the demon clan.

So the demon clan stepped forward.

They didn't send any troops, they didn't even come out directly, they just issued a summons.

This summoning order was issued from the Demon Clan's Imperial City, carrying thunder and wind and moon, wrapped in a murderous aura in the sky, and descended on the realm of the human race.

It exploded in the sky, resounding in the ears of every Terran people, and reaching the heart.

The content of the summons is very simple, just a simple sentence, but it has a strong threatening flavor: those who keep to themselves can protect themselves.

For a long time after this summoning order was issued, the human race did not make any major moves, and the demon race naturally thought that it was their majesty and the identity of the emperor of the continent that played a role.

Until on a dark and windy night, a dead soldier of the human race suddenly broke into the domain of the demon clan and wanted to assassinate a certain duke of the demon clan, but of course the end ended in failure.

That dead soldier was also dead and couldn't die anymore, and was directly blasted into slag by the guards of the demon clan.

This somewhat funny, and doomed assassination has a strong conspiracy flavor, sounding the alarm for the demon clan.

Although the Terrans apologized and explained for a long time in the later period, telling the Demon Race that this was just an extremely irrational and unprovoked act of the individual, and definitely did not represent the will of the Terrans.

The human race has absolute loyalty and admiration for the demon race.

But the demon clan still took revenge, or simply wanted to punish the human race.

They sent out a water monster.

With a monstrous momentum, it shook a thousand-mile river and washed away the realm of the human race.

The Terrans were helpless, and there were countless casualties.

In the eyes of the demon race, this is just a trivial matter, just a small punishment from the superiors, but in the eyes of the human race, it is like an annihilation.

It is precisely because of this incident that the human race is truly aware of the huge gap between itself and the demon race.

They are wise and ambitious, but they do not have absolutely strong personal strength.

There is no strong body, there is no super natural supernatural power, in comparison with the demon race, or in the absolute overwhelming threat, the human race does not occupy any advantage.

It was from that time that the Terrans began to practice.

There is no way to practice, and the Terrans can only continue to explore in the long years, year after year, generation after generation, while the Terrans are recuperating in peace, while strengthening their personal strength.

This process is too long, so long that the world seems to have forgotten the human race, and the demon race seems to have no memory of a weak race that dared to assassinate its own people.

Then on a dark and windy night, another dead man of the Terran went to assassinate a certain duke of the Demon Clan, and this time, he succeeded.

Successful assassination, successful escape.

broke through the absolute defense of the demon clan, and used the Yuan Force of Heaven and Earth as a weapon, as if entering a no-man's land, killing the demon and leaving.

This incident caused a great sensation on the entire continent.

The demon clan was furious, and they sent countless water demons to raise waves again and completely destroy the human race, but this time, the human race not only resisted, but also fought back.

With the body of a mortal, with the power of heaven and earth, going up to heaven and earth, and killing enemies, this is the result of cultivation.

It was from that time that the Terrans began to raise their banners and officially declare their dominance in this world.

And fought a protracted war with the demon clan, almost spanning tens of millions of years.

This war has continued the fate of countless generations, and the Terrans have gone from the initial stubborn resistance, to the later parity, to the final sudden counterattack, the process in between has been wonderful, and the wisdom and ambition of the Terrans have also been rendered to the extreme.

The demon clan began to be a little scared, they chose to negotiate, wanted to shake hands and make peace, and were willing to share the world with the human race.

It's just that they underestimated the ambitions of the Terrans.

In that negotiation, the Terrans once again developed their conspiracy theory worldview, they killed the negotiating demon envoy, and increased their horn of attack.

This continent will eventually change hands.

No one can change that.

The battle became more and more intense, and the human race and the demon race used almost all their strength to fight to the death in the middle of the continent.

No one thinks that the Terran can win, because the demon race has a heritage of tens of millions of years, has lived in this continent for a long time, and with strong natural powers, even if it can't win the Terran for a while, at least he can guarantee that he won't lose.

But no one thought that the human race would kill four peerless powerhouses in the later generations.

The cultivation of those four people was earth-shattering, and they relied on their own magic to kill the demon clan.

In the final battle between the demon clan and the human race, the strongest demon clan, the demon saint, defeated four enemies with one defeat.

It was from that battle that the racial struggle that had lasted for thousands of years finally came to an end.

The Demon Saint was nowhere to be found in that war, and no one knows if it was still alive.

The survivors of the demon race were driven to the desolate land of the Void Realm, and the four strongest of the human race joined forces to seal it, creating rules and enchantments, and immortal life could not set foot in this continent.

The demise of one race is often replaced by another.

The Terrans had the last laugh.

The demon world has become a human world.

Those four supreme beings also became the saints of the human race.

Since then, the Terrans have blossomed, and countless masters have been born in the years that followed, completely grasping the lifeblood of this continent.

Passed down to the present day.

The past is both the past and history.

Only those who survive can remember it clearly.

The story comes to an end, and the ending is somewhat pale, even cliché.

For the Terrans, this is a history of struggle that has lasted for tens of millions of years.

For the demon clan, it is the past of an era.

In the mountains behind Xiaodao Town, the old turtle lowered his head and was silent.

When the old man finished telling the story, his eyes were cloudy and tears rained down.

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