On the horizon, rolling thunderclouds suddenly gathered.

A bolt of lightning streaked across the dark night sky, cracking countless shards in the thick clouds.

A loud thunderclap followed, which exploded in my ears.

At this moment, the power of heaven and earth is undoubtedly revealed.

Under the cover of night, a figure in a snowcoat quietly landed on the ridge of the house.

He stared into the distance, his eyes cold.

"The demon trail has reappeared, even if it is thousands of miles, I will be punished!"

After that, the snow clothes moved slightly, and his figure had drifted away, and after a few ups and downs, the direction was the back garden of Wanruhai Mansion in Zhuxian Town.

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"Ah......h

As Wan Ruhai fell in a pool of blood, "Luobei" let out a huge roar, which resounded through the sky and shook the heavens and the earth.

As if to release all the indignation.

Just as he was screaming for a long time, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and hit the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

With a "click", lightning split the kiosk in half.

"Luobei" looked up and saw a small snow shadow in the night sky coming against the wind.

Standing in the collapsed pavilion, Luo Bei felt a violent cramping pain in his heart.

Looking down at the two corpses lying in a pool of blood, "Luobei" reluctantly took Zhuo Xiaociao's corpse from the ground out of thin air under the violent gasp, and his eyes finally showed a dim color.

So, without much thought, he threw the body into the middle of the lake.

The corpse shook in the icy water, the thin layer of ice broke, and the corpse sank, only a few blisters, and then quickly sank into the lake.

After a while, the snow shadow suddenly appeared.

The first to land on the pavilion was a huge blade surrounded by endless lightning.

The blade slammed down, almost splitting Xiaoting directly into pieces, making a loud noise.

The water in the lake was stirred up by a tremendous momentum several feet high, and then the shadow of snow fell on the ruins.

The snow-clad man put his hands behind his back and looked at the corpse on the ground, which was completely cold, leaving a dark blood hole in the corpse's chest.

I don't know what kind of person killed him so cruelly?

The snow-clad man frowned tightly and looked around, the strong aura was gone.

He chased and killed for thousands of miles, but was finally run away by him, and how could he be reconciled, so his body floated, and he got up, and went to chase the demon trace.

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The gate of Wanfu was slammed open, and Cheng Min was the first to rush in.

And the person who followed closely behind him was wearing snow-bright armor, and in his hand was a bright silver spear, and by the light of lightning, he saw who Wan Yutang was, who had disappeared for a long time?

"You take someone to that secret place first, I'm going to find someone, and we'll meet in front of the grave!" Cheng Min said quickly to Wan Yutang.

Wan Yutang held a spear in his hand and clenched his fists slightly, his eyes were resolute.

At night, Wanfu was completely immersed in silence, as if it were as quiet as death.

Cheng Min didn't dare to delay, and after opening the door of Luobei's residence, he found that he was not there, so he immediately went to the back garden.

However, what appeared before his eyes was a tragic scene that he could never have imagined.

One by one, corpses lay in pools of blood, including maids, servants, and even some he remembered.

Everyone died horribly, almost through a dark blood hole in the chest, blood flowed everywhere, and the tragedy was terrifying.

Cheng Min took a look at each corpse, but did not find Luobei, and came to the center of the lake, when the small pavilion had been completely destroyed.

In the ruins of the wall, the corpse of Wan Ruhai, a miracle doctor, appeared, almost the same as those servants and maids, not any martial arts or sharp blades, but a hand directly penetrated the chest, and broke open the heart and came out.

The lake was messy and abnormal, full of dead fish corpses, it was obvious that there had been an extremely tragic battle here, and the dead were Wan Ruhai, and Luobei was not found in the ruins, so his heart was a little relaxed.

"Luobei...... Where the hell are you now?" Cheng Min couldn't help but shout as he looked at the deep night.

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When Cheng Min walked into the iron gate in the back garden, the iron gate had been completely destroyed.

The tall and deep grass inside was also trampled on all year round, and he squatted down and brushed away the scattered weeds among the grass, which were faintly visible, and there were extremely deep wheel prints.

He was slightly distracted, and then frowned, it was obvious that Wan Yutang was not the only one here who came in with a few people, and what were those extremely heavy-looking car prints used for? A big question mark appeared in his heart.

When he came to the big tomb, he saw Wan Yutang standing in front of the stone-paved road and several black-clothed guards.

When I looked down, I saw that countless square stone slabs had been destroyed, and the damage was extremely serious, and nothing could be gained from them except for the extremely neat cut marks on them.

"There used to be a lot of institutions here, I don't know who destroyed it!" Wan Yutang said with a solemn expression.

Cheng Min picked up a severed stone slab, touched the neat cut marks with his hand, and said after a moment of slight silence: "It was cut off by some extremely powerful sword qi with a sword......

Wan Yutang suddenly looked back at Cheng Min and asked, "Has the person you are looking for been found?"

Cheng Min smiled bitterly and shook his head, his hand just wanted to touch his mustache, but he forced it down again.

"Since the mechanism has been destroyed, let's go first and see what the situation is inside......

The mechanism in front of the tomb has also been opened, and if you look down, you can see the extremely high staircase inside.

At this time, someone took the torch, Cheng Min took the torch, and he was the first to step on the stairs.

Wan Yutang followed Cheng Min down the high steps, and it was unusually quiet inside.

The crowd cautiously walked all the way up the road to the "victory gate", but the door was still closed.

Cheng Min asked everyone to spread out on both sides, and then he carefully opened the door one by one.

But the moment the door opened, he froze.

Blood flowed out of the crack in the open door, and Cheng Min hurriedly moved his foot.

Then, when he looked up, he saw a corpse lying in a pool of blood.

He covered his nose slightly, not because he couldn't stand the thick bloody breath, but because every time he faced a corpse, he would subconsciously repeat the action when he first saw the corpse.

In front of each corpse, he carefully examined them, and found that these corpses were also swept across by an extremely powerful sword qi, almost completely neatly penetrating the body, directly dividing a person into upper and lower parts.

Cheng Min stood in the middle of the corpses, looking at the empty room where there was nothing but the corpse, wondering what kind of secret was once hidden here?

What is it that allows Wan Ruhai to build such a huge dark room here, looking at the discarded and scattered craftsman equipment, it seems that something has been made or processed here?

But what is it?

Just as he was silently thinking, a huge wall on the opposite side collapsed.

He quickly stepped back with the guards around him.

But the wall came to a halt before it collapsed completely, with only a huge crack appearing through the top and ground.

The crack looked like ...... A sword, an extremely sharp sword.

"Such a domineering and sharp sword intent can be said to be unparalleled in the world...... Could it be that this person is really just a lackey of the Jin Kingdom?" Wan Yutang asked with a frown.

Cheng Min stared blankly at the huge crack like a canyon that suddenly appeared in front of him, and fell into a deep silence.

After a long time, he said slowly: "This should actually be a challenge......

"Challenge, challenge whom?" Wan Yutang asked.

"Naturally, it's not you and me, you and I don't even deserve him to play a sword......"

"Who could that be?"

"I don't know, but I don't think there are many people in this world who can be worthy of his sword!"

"Maybe it's ......"

There seemed to be a snow-white figure in his eyes, and it was the same person he had wanted to see for many years but had not dared to meet.

"The ...... of the Holy Court"

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The river is surging, and the heaven and earth are high.

After a heavy rain, the air on the riverbank is exceptionally fresh and natural.

On the riverbank in the early morning, the young man picked up the river shells washed up by the waves last night by the riverside, and sifted the more beautiful ones and put them into a small bamboo basket.

That day, the old man who was fishing on the riverside carried a basket behind his back, and he didn't know what was piled up in it, and he came from not far away.

When he was leaving, the only goodbye was the little boy.

The young man didn't seem to have seen the old man coming, and he was still seriously looking for it on the riverbank.

His chubby little hands dug out a shell from the damp sand, and he laughed with great joy.

When I looked up, I suddenly saw something washed by the river.

It looks like it's supposed to be a person.

The little boy did not feel frightened, but walked slowly over.

Sure enough, it was a person, his whole body was completely soaked, wrapped in wet clothes, lying motionless on the river bank, half of his body was even in the water.

The boy tried to push the man in the water.

Still, he didn't move.

"Why are there more and more dead people being swept up by the river?" said the boy, with some disappointment.

At this time, he saw the old man walking towards him, so he waved his hand and shouted, "Grandpa Kuzhu, you see there is a dead man here......"

Kuzhu stared at it, and sure enough, there was a person lying on his stomach in front of the boy.

He stepped up to the front, and the boy pointed to the "corpse" in the water and said, "He's dead."

Kuzhu leaned down and flipped the "corpse" over, only to see that although the pheasant with a face had retreated, it was just the appearance of a teenager.

He glanced at the coarse cloth clothes on the young man's body, but what surprised him was that there were blood stains everywhere in this coarse cloth clothes, and it seemed that he didn't know what kind of tragic things had happened, let alone how he fell into the river?

The old man probed his nose, frowned slightly, and said, "The young man still has breath......

So, he pressed his hands on the boy's chest and pressed hard.

It wasn't until four or five times that the boy choked on a mouthful of turbid water from between his mouth and nose.

The old man still pressed the young man's chest and said to the boy, "Go find some water."

The boy ran out, and after a short time he came back with a gourd cut in half and a scoop of water made from it.

The old man raised the young man's head, poured some water into his mouth, and then quickly slapped him on the back of the heart, and the young man coughed violently again, and did not swallow the water directly, but spit it out again along with the filth in his mouth.

The boy's breath was still faint, but it had gradually stabilized.

The old man touched his neck very cold, so after a little thought, he untied the wine gourd around his waist and carefully poured a small sip of wine for the young man.

The wine was slightly strong, and after the young man drank it, his face flushed suddenly, and the temperature of his body gradually recovered.

After a long time, the young man slowly opened his eyes, and in a trance he saw a little boy looking at him curiously, and an old man, who was stroking his beard with relief.

"You're awake!" the little boy asked happily.

The young man nodded with difficulty, and asked in a weak voice, "Where am I?"

The old man smiled: "This is Luoxia Slope, and the front is the Danyang River."

The boy lay on the damp sand, looked at the sky above his head, and raised a hand.

There was still a little blood on his hand, and he said in a dejected state, "What happened last night, and why am I here again?"

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In the early morning, the boats moored on the river have gradually set sail, the white shadows are far away, and the sky is still vast.

The boy and the old man Kuzhu rescued the boy on the riverbank, and the teenager muttered sadly, as if he had forgotten everything that had happened last night, and he couldn't even remember how he fell into the river.

The old man Kuzhu didn't care, opened the stopper of the wine gourd, drank two sips of wine, and a trace of blush appeared on the old man's face.

Looking at the shadow of the sail on the river in the distance, he said leisurely: "Life is sometimes like a lonely shadow on the river, whether it is drifting with the tide or sailing against the current, one day it will disappear from sight......

"At that point, maybe there really wasn't anything...... In that case, what about last night, there is still a long way to go at your age!"

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