An old man with a wine gourd hanging on his waist, with a dusty face, appeared in the ruins of Lijiazhuang. It was obvious that the old man could not be a clansman who had gone out to return to the village, because in the face of such a depressed and tragic ruin, he did not have a trace of expression on his face.

He just walked slowly through every alley in the village, and it could be seen that the footsteps that had measured the end of the world were so uniform that they were natural.

The old man seemed to be looking for something, either a physical object or a memory. In short, his expression was very focused, his eyes were very deep, but he never deliberately focused on any place or anything.

He is looking for this piece of heaven and earth with his whole body and mind.

It seems that he has gained nothing along the way. But you look at his expression, and it seems that the old man has got everything he asked for.

Lonely footsteps are silent.

Walking through the alleys, there are no footprints!

It seems that only ghosts can fall silently on the stone pavement, and only in the ashes of the alleys, without leaving a footprint.

The old man is not a ghost, he is a demon.

——The entire Xuanhuang world, from the top of the Xianjia Mountain, the powerful sects, to the ordinary people, all say that the demon who changes color, the demon of the Demon Sect.

The Demon Sect Sect Master Eight Hundred is a dwarf with a baby face, and he is also an invincible dwarf in the world.

For five hundred years, the world's righteous sects have fought against the Demon Sect until they drove all the people of the Demon Dao back to the Arctic Ice Field, which was farther than the Northern Wilderness occupied by the madmen, and they were not allowed to set foot half a step south of the Northern Wilderness. Those who violate this prohibition, whether it is Hongmeng Mountain or the Northern Wilderness City, will use the eyes and power of the whole world to kill them quickly.

The north of the northern wilderness, the glazed palace.

That was the center of the Demon Sect, and it was also the birthplace of the Demon Dao back then.

No one knows how many years the Liuli Palace has existed, including Helanping, the Heavenly Master of Hongmeng Mountain. The Heavenly Master only knew that since he began to cultivate the Tao and believed in Emperor Taitian, he already had a legend about the Liuli Palace.

Now in the ruins of Lijiazhuang, this tall old man who appeared did not have the slightest intention of concealing his Demon Sect cultivation.

He is the Demon Sect Practitioner Mu Xi, the sect master is less than eight hundred, and the person with the strongest combat power in the entire sect.

Mu Xi's appearance here has violated the ban of the Xuanhuang world, and he is still unscrupulous in this Central Plains where there are many sects.

He walked to the mansion of the former patriarch's family, and Xiao Suo's figure seemed to have suddenly changed slightly.

Mu Xi's eyes, which were originally a little scattered, instantly became as sharp as electricity. The remnants of the ruined wall, which could still see the magnificent scale of the red walls and green tiles of the past, seemed to have something that suddenly caught his eye.

He stopped to measure the alley, and walked into the ruins.

In the patriarch's mansion, Mu Xi checked slowly, not letting go of every detail, but the figure walking in it was still so straight and straight.

Just like in the village alley, the old man's whole body and mind have been integrated into this small world, and he is looking for it with the power of his mind.

"It turns out that the stuff is really here. Mu Xi seemed to mumble to himself, and he seemed to say to the void, "Your hands and feet are really not slow! ”

He walked to the well, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his demeanor seemed to let out a slight "huh", and then quickly returned to normal.

Mu Xi took the wine gourd from his waist and sat on the edge of the well and drank it slowly.

Ruins, cloudy wine, old robes. The harmony is so painful that it makes people feel sick.

Mu Xi's eyes drooped lightly, his expression was silent, and he was drinking by the ancient well. When he opened his eyes again, the old man sighed, and said in the same tone as he spoke to the void: "Well, the east and west go north; yes, it is safest to send it to the Northern Wilderness City for safekeeping, at least I don't have the ability to snatch it out myself." But the centaurs went south, indicating that the owner had not been found. You are too much to teach, and that's it. ”

Mu Xi already knew what he was investigating, but he didn't mean to leave immediately, as if he was waiting for something, and as if he just wanted to rest and drink.

It's like a passer-by who walks the world, tired of walking, and stops in a daze.

After a while, a voice finally sounded slowly behind him, and his voice was slow: "You know I'm here." ”

"I don't know, but I feel it. The old man said, opening and closing his lips, but it happened to be the wine gourd in his hand.

Among the terraced fields outside the village, a middle-aged Taoist with a hairpin and a gray sermon robe shook the dust in his hand and walked slowly, like a stroll after a meal.

The two of them were at least two miles away, and they only spoke at the volume of muttering to themselves.

"What you found this time, is it the coiled dragon tendon or the old sword strip?" asked Mu Xi, it seemed that there should be no secret between them about this kind of thing.

One thing that someone slaughtered the whole clan to do, he inquired about it, so natural.

"Coiling dragon tendons," Surprisingly, the gray-robed Daoist didn't have the slightest intention to hide it, he had already come to Mu Xi's side.

The Taoist was standing, and Mu Xi was sitting, too lazy to move.

But Wang Jing's answer made the old man a little surprised, but he was still invisible, and said lightly: "So honestly, if you want to come to Hongmeng Mountain, are you here to kill me?"

"It's not. Wang Jing said bluntly, "Between Dao and demons, water and fire are incompatible, and it is my duty to kill you, but not today." ”

"Because you're not sure?" Mu Xi said, "Or is it because you don't like blood?"

"Yes, the main thing is that I have more important things to do now. ”

"Well, I like honest people. Mu Xi said as he finally turned around and handed out the wine jug to Wang Jing and said, "Would you like to take a sip?" If it weren't for this hard-won sect estrangement, maybe we would have become friends. Very good kind. ”

Wang Jing smiled very elegantly and said, "Thank you, I don't drink." Besides, life is not as expected, and it is always eight or nine times out of ten. ”

"Since you're not fighting with me and you're not making friends, why are you still here? For those two living children?" The old man didn't have the elegance of a Taoist priest at all, and he was still very direct in his words.

"Half and half, I didn't know there were two children alive. A lot of times, when I've done something in a place, I'll go back and see it if I'm free for a short time. One is to check for leaks, and the other is to see what places there are, and you can do better next time. Wang Jing replied, like an old friend chatting.

It's a good habit, and people who develop it are terrible people.

"You're not going to let those two children go?" the old man pressed forward.

"I didn't come to them on purpose. ”

"And what about meeting me?"

"Life is not as expected, nine times out of ten. Wang Jing smiled bitterly.

The same sentence, said to the same person, at different times, often has very different meanings.

"If I'm not mistaken, we're all here for the same thing. Wang Jing said in an inquiring tone.

"Yes. The old man didn't hide it, "You're not afraid that I'll find it first?"

Wang Jing smiled, "Don't be afraid, then it's not my business alone, all the sects in the world will destroy the Demon Sect for this." ”

"Well, that makes sense. Mu Xi nodded, "But, you decent sects, won't you be soft?" 500 years ago, the Ren family of thousands of people was wiped out, and the more than 200 people who fled later were almost slaughtered by you. ”

Mu Xi suddenly smiled and said: "There are a few people who are not in the climate, and they don't even know what is going on until they die, scattered everywhere, just seeking to pass on the ancestry. Leave some for us to do, at least you so-called decent sects can pick up half a fig leaf out of thin air. ”

Wang Jing suddenly restrained his smile and said very seriously: "I have to clarify, we are exterminating demons, not slaughtering. For the enemies of Emperor Taitian, the more cruel we are, the more merciful we are to this side of the world. ”

"Well, exterminating demons or slaughtering, it's not about the subject, it's just about who did it. Mu Xi said, "If we do it, is it slaughter, or is it demon extermination?"

Wang Jing has never thought about this problem, because in the past 500 years, it has been almost impossible. It is impossible for the people of the Demon Sect to step half a step into the south.

Now that the Demon Sect Practitioner suddenly proposed, the gray-robed Daoist couldn't help but think about it, but he returned to his usual words in an instant: "Emperor Taitian, overlooking the world, from natural disasters and man-made disasters to people's hearts, good and evil, omniscient. Since it was the will of the Emperor of the Heavenly Emperor, it should be carried out by the servants of the Emperor of Heaven. ”

Mu Xi's face was solemn, and he said awe-inspiringly: "In this case, among the thousands of people hundreds of years ago, and among the hundreds of people here ten days ago, there were babies who didn't know the world, babies who couldn't speak, and children who were new to the world, but didn't know good and evil, they were also the demons in the heart of Emperor Taitian? ”

"Are you seeking war?" Wang Jing suddenly looked at Mu Xi with a cold look in his eyes, "If you insult the Heavenly Emperor, all the Taiyi Sect believers in the world, no matter how strong or weak, will fight you to the death." ”

On the old man's face, he couldn't see his expression anymore, but he said lightly: "I don't want to fight, but I might as well fight." I am not sure about you just now, but if you fight now, you will die. ”

Wang Jing's face was cold, and the white filaments of the dust in his hands moved without wind.

The divine power of Emperor Taitian is inviolable. Even if he must die, he must fight.

The old man stood like a mountain, up and down his body, without seeing the agitation of the qi machine, and without seeing the circulation of half of the killing intent. He is in this world, or in other words, he belongs to this world. is invulnerable, and even, Wang Jing doesn't know how to start a war with him.

Unless, he can directly split this heaven and earth.

Wang Jing lowered his hands in a dejected manner, at this time, he was not only unsure - as Mu Xi said, if he fought, he would die.

"Your Dao heart has already moved, this is very dangerous. Mu Xi said slowly, "But it's not because your mind is not strong, and your Dao heart is not pure. ”

Wang Jing's state of mind is slowly recovering, "You Demon Sect don't understand the Great Dao. ”

"What we don't understand, it's just that you are too one of the ways to teach. Mu Xi said with a formal face, without the slightest hint of joke, "The main thing is that I don't bother to understand." ”

"Words are not speculative," Wang Jing had no intention of falling into this kind of street-scolding dispute with the evil demons, "Since you have already seen this, I don't think there is any need for me to watch it again." ”

"Goodbye. The old man smiled strangely.

"I hope you don't say goodbye. As soon as Wang Jing's words came out, he regretted it a little. - In terms of momentum, he lost again.

"But if I really have a fate, I will fight you, and I must kill you. He then added, "Why don't you kill me when you know you have the upper hand at this point?"

Mu Xi took a sip of wine, looked over the ruined wall of the ruins, looked into the distance and said: "The reason why this piece of rivers and lakes is still a little interesting is that you can make friends and decide life and death, you can follow fate; ”

The old man put away the wine gourd, turned around and went south first, without looking back. Out of the village, he looked up at the scorching sun, and took out a very strange ink-colored object from his bosom, and put it over his face, completely covering his eyes.

On a slender black shelf of unknown material, there were two dark green, but crystal-like flakes covering the eyes, and two branches stretched out on either side, the ends slightly curved, hanging from the ears on either side.

Among the Demon Sects, Mu Xi is the first person who is hardy and good at water. Once, he dived deep into the sea east of the ice field and discovered a strange steel shipwreck. The wreck was so rotten that it had almost assimilated into the shellfish of the mountain rocks on the bottom of the sea, and it was only when the shellfish on the surface were dug up that it was a ship that the world had never seen before.

Everything in the cabin had rotted into mud, except for a small clip made of unknown material, intact and not rotten. The clip closed, swelve, impermeable, and when the clip was opened, Mu Xi discovered the strange blindfold.

In the harsh sunlight reflected by the Arctic ice field, wearing this cover is very comfortable for the eyes, but it does not affect the vision at all. Since then, Mu Xi has been carrying this hood with him and named it "Sunglasses".

Wang Jing turned around and walked, his robe sticking to his back, and he realized that the clothes behind him were already wet.

For that Demon Sect practitioner, it stands to reason that although he is not 100% sure of victory, Wang Jing has no reason to be afraid of him.

He was just angry.

For 500 years, he has rarely been angry. yes, why be angry. He is a demon sect, he doesn't understand the Great Dao, and he talks nonsense.

- But why should you be angry?

"The Almighty and Immortal Emperor Taitian, such a worldly man who is uncivilized and ignorant of the Tao has offended your divine heavenly might, and when I have the honor of living up to your mission, I must use his blood to water the delicate flowers nourished by your grace, and I must give back his flesh and blood to the land that is fertile by your rain and dew......

On the way out of Lijiazhuang, after a few silent prayers, Wang Jing's state of mind slowly returned to calm.