Hundreds of years have passed since that catastrophe, and the picture of the devastation of all races seems to be just a dream, when the blood is coagulated and the world is revisited, as if all dreams will come to an end.

At least, on the surface, it is.

Because of the depletion of spiritual power caused by the catastrophe, the cultivation resources of all races are very scarce, especially for the human race, which is a large population, so there are many human beings who sell spiritual treasures and trade materials on the side of the battlefield hundreds of years ago.

"Hey, the purest high-grade spirit stone! This fellow Daoist, please stay and see how it goes?"

The casual cultivator on the side of the street stopped a nobleman, and took out a water spirit stone from his arms that looked really "good" as if offering a treasure, but as long as the monk with high cultivation used his divine sense to investigate, he would find that this was just a low-quality medium-grade spirit stone.

Where both parties to the transaction are voluntary, whether the seller makes money or the buyer picks up the leak depends on everyone's vision and luck, and "no remorse" is also an unwritten rule in these loose practices.

This casual cultivator's name is Liu Sanbao, he looked at the white-clothed Taoist friend in front of him for a long time, he has practiced for many years, and he has never seen a young monk like this one with white hair like snow, white clothes and plain sword, and clean dust, so he fell in love with this "nobleman" at a glance.

The rest of the scattered cultivators saw that the sheep to be slaughtered had been targeted by others, and they all sighed, like the birds scattered, and only a few people who liked to see the excitement were still in place.

When the white-haired man saw Liu Sanbao, who was obese in front of him, he shook his head slightly indifferently and was about to leave.

"Daoist friends, don't be anxious, don't be anxious! But this water attribute doesn't enter the eyes of Daoists, why don't you look at other spirit stones?" Liu Sanbao smiled innocently, but his movements were not sloppy at all. How can this beaky duck fly!

The man in white looked unhappy, and he was about to say something, but his eyes stayed on something in Liu Sanbao's hand.

It was a fiery red spirit stone, and there seemed to be a golden flame jumping in it, just like ...... The golden eyes of the man flickered with the dazzling light of the sun......

The man's face was slightly stunned, but there seemed to be a galaxy rotating in his eyes, the light and shade were uncertain, and the voice of cold and indifferent like the first snow in the Tianshan Mountains slowly poured out:

"This, I want it. ”

The casual cultivator's eyes lit up, and he said happily: "Dao friendly eyes, this is what I heard that the reincarnation pavilion master likes to collect fire spirit stones, and I specially found it in my early years!

The man casually threw out a jade bottle, took the fire spirit stone in Sanxiu's hand and left, and his figure gradually drowned in the crowd.

Liu Sanbao also specially shouted in the direction where the man left: "Fellow Daoist, go slowly! However, I still advise Fellow Daoist below, don't go deep into the ancient battlefield, it's too dangerous!"

He then happily opened the jade bottle, and suddenly, the abundant spiritual power mixed with the rich medicinal fragrance scattered out, just taking a sip, it made people feel a hundred times more refreshed.

"Hiss......"

There was a constant sound of gasping air all around.

Even Liu Sanbao's hands holding the jade bottle trembled faintly.

Is this, is this a second-turn elixir?

This is a whole bottle of the Five-Turn Elixir!

......

At the site of the ancient battlefield, in the dark and deep underground, a white-haired man has been standing in front of an ice coffin for a long time.

The subordinate holding the Night Pearl couldn't help but ask after hesitating:

"Have you ever loved someone? ”

The man in white was undoubtedly noble, but he slowly bent down his noble backbone, knelt down on one knee, and his white hair fell from his ears, intersecting with the black hair of the young man in the coffin, black and white, but it seemed to be lingering in death.

He even took the hand of a sleeping person in the ice coffin, and the cold kiss reverently landed on the man's fingertips, and at this moment, the man's eyes suddenly deepened, and obscure emotions surged endlessly.

The thin lips outline a gentle arc, but the tone is extremely cold.

He said, "I have loved and I have ...... Hate. ”

It seems to be sarcastic and self-deprecating.

He hated the man for leaving nothing behind, but taking everything from him, including his heart.

Just like the flowers that bloom on the other side of the desolate Western Desert, crying blood and moaning between the rotation of the annual rings, there is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned and went to my heart.

......

The 250,000 yuan of the flood calendar will be 48,000 years, this year, the four clans of people, demons, demons, and witches are fighting, and the pride of the sky is born in this troubled world, and he personally exterminates the notorious demon sect saint, and creates the reincarnation pavilion, and the Western Demon Domain is destroyed, and all races can live in peace.

Later generations called Yan Qing his person the reincarnation pavilion master, and called this war the fifth tribulation.

Since then, the flood has been shattered.