The demon race is tyrannical by nature and regards the lives of all living beings as dung, because the end of the law era is coming, the factions compete for the place where the spirit gathers, the righteous path cultivators launched a crusade to maintain the balance of heaven and earth, the life and soul are everywhere during the war between man and demon, the monks who participated in the battle suffered heavy casualties, many immortal sects are extinct, and the demon clan has also fallen into silence due to heavy losses......

A soft light shone on Zhang Lingyun, who had clear eyebrows, and the slightest spiritual power circulated along the veins around him, but when it condensed, it transformed into a colorful ...... of different colors.

"Heavenly Master, does my son have the potential to cultivate immortals?" Zhang Duwei, who was dressed in a gorgeous brocade dress and had a straight face, looked at the Heavenly Master with antiquation.

"Although our Qing Dynasty respects Taoist monks, but the prince was born in an official family, and he can spend this life in glory and wealth, there is no need to take this difficult road," the Heavenly Master bowed down and saluted Zhang Duwei, leaving Zhang Lingyun with a blank face and walked out.

"Yu'er, you go to the backyard to play with your mother, and your father will come later," Zhang Duwei followed the slow-paced Heavenly Master, and the two of them walked towards the main hall.

"Zhang Duwei, you and I are originally of the same clan, so I'll tell you the truth!" The Heavenly Master thought about it again and again and decided to tell the truth, "Ling Lang is an innate spirit gathering physique, even in ancient times, it was an excellent talent bloodline, but it's a pity...... Alas~. ”

"Heavenly Master...... Is there really no way for my son's bloodline to cultivate?" Zhang Duwei's emotions disappeared instantly when he heard the surging bloodline of his talent, as if his son had been sentenced to death.

"Forgive me for not being able to do anything, take my leave!" the Celestial Master waved his hand and threw a flying sword, stood up and stood up and volleyed away with a swish from the sword.

"Yu'er...... Have you heard it?alas~, it's all because my father has no potential to cultivate immortals, and he failed to create good innate conditions for you. ”

"Daddy, Yu'er just wants to be with you forever, Yu'er doesn't want to go to the fairy world by herself. ”

Zhang Lingyun's slightly immature voice made Zhang Duwei full of guilt, and looked at this unusually sensible child who was only 7 years old with tears in his eyes.

Zhang Lingyun, who has broken the path of cultivating immortals, is very fulfilling in reading and practicing martial arts every day, but unfortunately the peaceful days are not long......

Zhang Duwei is the Qing Dynasty Zhaowu Duwei official residence is four products, now with a family of old and small Quancheng to help Tai guard the bandits, protect the safety of the people, how to think that this day the city thieves stole the defense map of the city, united several bandits to work together, gathered more than 3,000 people overnight to attack Quancheng, the bandits are also mixed with many ghosts and monsters who are different in cultivation, so that nearly 10,000 people of the city defense officers and soldiers are killed and wounded.

Next to the beacon tower on the city wall, Zhang Duwei held a long sword and his chest was pierced by a spear the thickness of a wrist, he moved his steps with difficulty to turn the direction, and looked at the direction of his home in the city with his eyes that had long been soaked in blood, and swallowed his last breath full of guilt.

"Yu'er, change into this dress, follow Mama Zhang all the way north to Pingyang City to find your grandfather, remember, you must live...... Stay alive...... Mrs. Zhang reluctantly pushed Zhang Lingyun away with teary eyes, and closed the door without looking back.

"Little young master, the ghosts and the bandits around are slaughtering the city, don't talk to the old slave...... Mama Zhang pulled Zhang Lingyun, who was less than waist tall, and quietly slipped out of the back door.

The people running around on the street were full of fear, and some people in the air who stepped on flying swords and were surrounded by black fog, from time to time threw some blazing fireballs, and the flesh and blood of the people who were accidentally hit were blurred, and they turned into a dry skeleton before they could shout, and the current Spring City was like a large slaughterhouse with only blood and dry bones left, just waiting for those people to be humiliated and bullied at will.

"Little master, don't look at ...... Mama covered Zhang Lingyun's eyes and pulled him along the city wall to escape.

"Mama, isn't Daddy a general defending the city? Why didn't he stop those people? And why did those immortal cultivators kill people?" The young Zhang Lingyun didn't know the difference between monsters and cultivators at all, and simply thought that his father was an ordinary person who could protect the people of this city.

"The immortal cultivators in this world are not necessarily good people, my lord...... Hush...... "Mama Zhang is worried about how to tell the little young master that the old man is dead," Ping Pong ...... He heard the sound of a fight in front of him, and hurriedly hugged Ling Yun to silence him.

Looking at more than a dozen corpses covered in blood not far away, Mama Zhang, who had a firm expression, whispered to the little master, "The young master is already an adult, you must know how to forbear and persevere, Mama go to the front to investigate the situation, you have to stay here obediently, don't come out if you don't see me." ”

Mama Zhang found a big bamboo basket, asked the little young master to curl up next to the pile of corpses, buckled Zhang Lingyun up with the bamboo basket, and took off her coat to cover the bamboo basket, pushing and pulling the corpses on the side to cover it, just after all this The sound of fighting in the distance approached, Mama Zhang raised her feet and fled to a remote alley, making some noise while running, hoping to take those murderous villains away from the little master's hiding place.

Zhang Lingyun was at a loss for the sudden change, but he was very afraid of the screaming and crying outside, and the weak and helpless Zhang Lingyun could only curl up at this time, trembling in the narrow space that was almost pitch black.

The time of always messing around is so long and boring, if it weren't for the faint light that can distinguish the dark sky from the day, Zhang Lingyun felt that he might go completely crazy, and the dry mouth Zhang Lingyun wanted to overturn the bamboo basket several times, but suppressed his thoughts at the last moment.

"Let's patrol and search here, but those monsters are looting people's wealth there, it's really shameless!"

"Alas~, it's a pity that we don't have the potential to cultivate immortals!"

"Sting...... , stinging...... Several bandits kicked away the two corpses that were pressed against the bamboo basket above Zhang Lingyun's head with swords in their hands, and the swords went according to the hearts of the corpses.

"You're not disgusting, if it weren't for the cool weather now, people would have died for two days! There might be infectious diseases,"

"Alas, I'm damn it~, don't you say it earlier, let's go, let's go,"

"Hmm~, whew...... Zhang Lingyun felt that the people outside had gone away, and he couldn't help the pain of the wound and snorted in a low voice, tearing off a piece of linen cloth and simply wrapping it around the shoulder where he had just been stabbed by the bandits.

Four days had passed since the day of the destruction of the city, and Zhang Lingyun, who had no teeth, found that his wound was festering, probably because the rotten qi of the surrounding corpses had entered his body, hindering the healing of the wound.

The pain in his chapped throat was unbearable, and Zhang Lingyun, who didn't dare to show up for adventure easily, took out the small dagger in his boot and struggled for the last time in his heart, time passed, and when the last light of the outside world disappeared, Zhang Lingyun clenched the dagger and stabbed at a relatively clean corpse above his head.

"Tick~, tick...... The dark red blood fell down the top of his head, Zhang Lingyun forcibly endured the churning stomach acid, closed his eyes tightly and opened his mouth, the thick bloody liquid slid down his throat, moistening his almost exhausted life force.

Zhang Lingyun has been in the bamboo basket for ten days, and on the seventh day, the bandits did not patrol this place again, for safety Zhang Lingyun did not show up immediately, but waited for another three days, tonight the dark clouds were dark outside, Zhang Lingyun was ready to take the opportunity to go out to check, the body that had not been active for a long time due to lack of nutrition was as delicate as a little daughter, he used all his strength to cut open the bamboo basket, and it took Zhang Lingyun all his strength to drill out of the pile of corpses.

As soon as Zhang Lingyun, who was limping, walked out of the alley, he saw the corpse of Mama Zhang in the corner, and Zhang Lingyun, who was sad and angry in his heart, turned sideways, afraid that he couldn't help but cry to attract bandits, and in vain Mama Zhang had a loving heart.

The bustling trade fortress in front of me now left only corpses and blood marks everywhere, countless cracks appeared on the once countless towering and exquisite houses, and the streets were full of bloody corpses, some of which had given birth to maggots, and the overwhelming smell of fishy air came to the face.

Zhang Lingyun looked at his black shirt covered with blood stains, and didn't want his parents to worry, so he found a well to simply freshen up, wrapped a wet cloth around his face to reduce the nausea caused by the fishy smell, and returned to the street to find his father again.

Zhang Lingyun searched almost the entire Spring City, and finally found his father's head on the city wall, Zhang Lingyun found a cloth to wrap his father's remains, he didn't want his mother to worry too much.

When the poor and weak Zhang Lingyun stepped into his backyard, he had an ominous premonition when he saw the house that was burned to ashes, Zhang Lingyun, who was holding his breath, rummaged through the ruins, and sure enough, he picked up a few charred corpses in his mother's room, and the mixed mood made Zhang Lingyun feel dizzy in his mind, "Poof~," a mouthful of long-suppressed old blood gushed out, and Zhang Lingyun finally fainted in front of his eyes.

The bandits' methods were extremely cruel, slaughtering almost all living creatures in the city, and the corpses were everywhere, and the blood and water in the city went all the way down the moat, staining the entire river area red.

The Heavenly Master, who had checked Zhang Lingyun's spiritual power, learned the news all the way to the sword, but he still didn't arrive in time to help, so he had to release a large-scale spell rune to burn this town of hundreds of thousands of dead corpses, and disappeared into the city of Quancheng with the unconscious Zhang Lingyun.