"The year of the mortal famine is already the twentieth year, and the training of the predecessors, the cultivation of the immortal world is far from the mundane. But ten days ago, Duan Zhiyan came up to the mountain to discuss with me, and this chaos in the world should not only be due to war and natural disasters. Yun Qingzi leaned on his cane with a solemn expression.

"Two years ago, it was rumored that a small town on the border of Wei Jiguo had all died overnight, and everyone was killing each other overnight, and when Duan Zhiyan went to find out, it was already a burned ruin. However, after the outbreak of war in the five countries a year ago, such towns suddenly increased. Every town perished overnight, and everyone died at the hands of their loved ones. ”

Everyone was terrified and did not dare to speak.

"On the fifteenth night of last month, I think you should all know that all the mountain gates' mountain protection arrays have been reversed. Although my Kunlun Great Array was not damaged, this was enough to reflect the seriousness of the situation. ”

"The way of the world has ushered in a flip again. ”

The world in Song Liuguang's eyes is different from everyone else.

She can see things that others can't see, and this sight that others can't see is not ghosts and demons, but a clearer world.

She could see how many black and white feathers there were on the beams of the house, she could see every grain of wheat in the drying field, she could see a leaf of a tree on the opposite hill, and she could run in the scorching sun on the hottest day of the year without squinting.

And all this became clearer and clearer as she grew older, at first she could only see the feathers of the birds, then she could see the droplets of the river if she wanted to, and then she walked in the forest, and she always walked on the right path when she wanted to go out - because the trees in this direction were always brighter and smelled pleasant.

Her eyes were very good, but her mother's eyes were very bad, and she had to squint her eyes to thread the needle with difficulty, and she would always press the needle on her hand when sewing clothes and soles. She will help her mother to put on a good thread, and her mother will always be happy to say that Xiaoya's eyes are really bright, and she should use her eyes well, because she did too much needlework to earn a dowry when she was a girl, and her eyes were broken.

Therefore, Song Liuguang naturally felt that he could see clearly because he had protected his eyes well.

Her strength is naturally greater than others, and that is also because she doesn't want to burn her eyes, so she doesn't learn needlework, but often practices for her father, everything is so natural, everyone in this world has nothing, everyone is busy, and no one cares about the difference between a child.

Since losing her parents at the age of seven, Song Liuguang has also become busy, and she has gradually forgotten that there is something wrong with her.

It wasn't until a pair of white palms appeared in front of her eyes, these hands delicately blocked the fists that were about to fall on her, and these hands took out the white rice and silver coins, and her eyes moved from those hands to the man's face.

Strangely, she thought this person was unusually good-looking.

But no one but her found out, and this man led her to his fortune-telling booth, sat down for an afternoon, and then told an old man whether his daughter-in-law was pregnant with a grandson or a granddaughter, and this man said that it was a granddaughter, and the old man scolded and walked away without giving a penny.

Although later she thought that this person was a monster because of her fright and natural alertness, it was undeniable that the moment this person appeared in her world, she felt that she had been waiting for him.

She's different.

Her world wasn't supposed to be so dirty, humble and insignificant.

The fire burned in front of her eyes, and the blood slipped down her cheeks, arms, and calves, and smashed into the dark dots on the ancient stone slabs, and she walked forward step by step, and the dripping blood flowed all the way, seeping into the stone slabs that had been hidden for thousands of years, and flowing into the patterns of those strange patterns.

Just as Song Liuguang took a sharp breath and was about to burst out of the flames, she didn't see the magic circle under her feet lighting up in a circle, the light was hidden in the light of the fire at first, and then it became brighter and brighter, and the relics that had been imprisoned for ten thousand years suddenly glowed with great vitality, until their brilliance broke through the peak and overshadowed the flames.

The wind howled, the flames were torn and broken and then rekindled, Song Liuguang raised his left hand to block in front of her, the fierce wind on her clothes, cut a cut on her skin, and the soles of her feet suddenly shone like sunshine.

For a moment, the huge ancient altars were as bright as day, and the writhing and circling vines froze at once, and in the next moment they frantically scrambled into the ground, as if the light was burning them.

But once greed is out of the cage, there is no way to hide.

They revel in the darkness, devouring life and blood, and there is no retreat when the light comes.

Countless vines twisted in pain, entwined with each other, tore at each other, and the bloodied test takers among them were also vomited.

Not only the ancient altar, but these disgusting vines crawled all over the valley, and there were their figures under every giant tree, they had eaten away at the life of the entire mountain for 10,000 years, but at this moment they received a blow.

More than two hundred test takers scattered all over the valley were frightened by the sudden madness of the vines, far from the ancient altar, these vines even began to attack the test takers because of the pain, trying to devour them, but were cut off alive in the next moment.

The white-clothed swordsman stood in the moonlight, his sword as thin as a cicada's wings, drawing a silver semicircle in the night sky, cutting through the ugly and crazy vines, and the rescued man did not even have time to see his face, he walked away in the wind.

Not long after the immortal swordsman under the moon left, the senior disciples of Thousand Blades Peak and the Dian School Hall arrived to rescue all the injured children.

Song Liuguang had to bury her face in her arms in the strong wind, she was holding the iron sword, bending over, she felt the strong light penetrate her eyelids to form a light curtain in front of her eyes, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The moment she opened her eyes, the entire light array suddenly exploded, and the small circle that was originally protected by the flames expanded in an instant, and every vine she encountered along the way was burned to ashes by the light, and in just two breaths, the huge ancient altar appeared completely under the moonlight.

Every pattern, every symbol was moving, and the light emitted illuminated half of the valley, and the Kunlun disciples in all corners of the mountain saw the light that was like a miracle.

And in this huge array, there stood a small child.

The altar of 10,000 years ago, no one knows who it belongs to, no one knows which god it belongs to, but it was awakened on this night 10,000 years later, showing its terrifying power.

And at this moment, Song Liuguang fell into another world.