In the early morning of the next day, outside the gate of Wutang Mountain, a young man with a three-foot Qingfeng and a backpack in his hand waited quietly. Looking at the mountains and mountains in the distance, a sense of belonging suddenly welled up in his heart, in this strange Huoshan City, there are also people who care about him, and he thinks of a lot, there are Chen Lao, Master Liu, Tongyun who came to tell him yesterday, and the outer disciples who once killed the demon leader together, the loneliness in his heart seems to be gradually decreasing, and he believes that one day it will disappear.

Not long after, a martial arts disciple was ordered to come and lead the way. Walked through the bluestone avenue, passed through a dense forest, stepped on a sheep intestine path, went through nine bends and eighteen bends, and finally came to an ancestral hall.

This ancestral hall is not an ordinary house, but excavated from the mountainside, and a black plaque hangs lonely on the mountain wall, with the word 'ancestral hall' written on it. Xu is very old, the years have changed, and the plaque is very rotten.

There is a three-zhang high hole under the plaque, which is the ancestral hall of the martial arts, and it is said that every martial arts strong man in the past dynasties will leave some traces here, which can be the experience of the exercises, and can be the perception of life. If a martial arts disciple makes a mistake, he may be sent here to meditate on his own mistakes with the sages as a mirror.

Master Sun was already waiting here, and Yun Hao hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"The disciple has seen Master Sun. ”

Master Sun nodded and said: "This is a good life and cultivation for seven days, and after seven days, if the Guisha Gang finds out the evidence, Wutang will no longer ask about the grievances between you, whether life or death is your personal creation, otherwise, Wutang will ask for an explanation for you." ”

Yun Hao nodded and said, "Thank you so much, Commander." ”

Master Sun said: "Go in, you can watch everything inside, but you can't touch or damage it in the slightest, you can write it down!"

Yun Hao arched his hand at the departing figure and said, "Disciple, remember. ”

After stepping up a tall staircase, a huge cave appeared in front of Yun Hao, and the surrounding mountain walls were full of artificial carving marks, casting this place into a large hall. The entire hall is based on black, permeated with invisible pressure, and looks solemn.

In the center of the main hall, there is a huge stone tablet standing impressively, and the word 'Huoshan' is written on it. There are two side halls on each side, namely 'Valhalla' and 'Liufang Palace'.

As the name suggests, Valhalla must be a place of worship after the death of the strong men of the martial arts hall, and the Liufang Hall should be a place where the strong men of the past dynasties left their exercises or understandings.

Yun Hao walked towards the Liufang Palace, there was no artificial polishing in it, and it looked like a miniature version of the mountain range at a glance. Every few short distances, there is a "mountain" with words carved into it, or sword marks, or palm prints, fist prints, and so on.

Occasionally, there will be a martial arts disciple cross-kneeled on the "peak", Yun Hao jumped up and came to a deserted mountain, on which there was a word saying: Kill!

A few words, but there are infinite killing opportunities, Yun Hao just glanced at it as if he was in a sea of corpses and blood, he seemed to see a vague figure holding a long sword, slaughtering hundreds of millions of living beings, blood flowing into a sea, and piles of corpses into a mountain. The blurred figure slaughtered everything like a demon god, and finally slashed into the sky.

Yun Hao suddenly woke up, his clothes behind him were wet, and he was shocked, this is a strong man who has comprehended the killing intent, it seems that he can't be satisfied with slaughtering all living beings, he... To fight against the sky...

After a long time, Yun Hao resolutely left, the way of killing is very strong, but it is also very dangerous, the slightest carelessness will fall into endless killing, unable to extricate himself, and finally be manipulated by killing and become a puppet of killing.

Between a few jumps, Yun Hao came to another "mountain", on which there was a text: My name is Li Sanguang, today's longevity will be exhausted, but there is a regret in this life, I did not find the person who inherited the mantle, and left a style of knife technique.

Li Sanguang, the predecessor of the martial arts hall hundreds of years ago, his cultivation was unfathomable, but he never thought that he would not even have a disciple after death, and Yun Hao's heart was amazed. He followed and looked down, and sure enough, there was a sword mantra in his eyes, and after skimming it, Yun Hao gave up, this is simply reading the book of heaven, and he doesn't know the essentials at all.

After a whole day, Yun Hao went deep into the Liufang Hall for hundreds of zhang, browsing the legacy of dozens of predecessors, among which there was a sword cultivator predecessor who left a sword intent that made him very excited, but if he wanted to comprehend this sword intent, it was not an overnight thing, he was only in the ancestral hall for seven days, and he could only regret giving up.

Yun Hao's cultivation is the ancient way, which is very different from the monks of the current generation, fortunately, he no longer goes deeper, turns around and leaves, thinking that the first time he comes to the ancestral hall, he must meet the predecessors of the martial arts hall. The Yin Qi in the Valhalla was deep, and as soon as Yun Hao entered, he slammed a spirit, and hurriedly bowed down, "Disciple Yun Hao, meet all the seniors, if you offend, it's really unintentional." ”

The Valhalla has a huge space, with hundreds of wooden shelves, on which the tablets of the ancestors of the martial arts hall of the past dynasties are enshrined, and Yun Hao bows and worships one by one. When the worship is over, the incense is burned, and the green smoke rises everywhere, as if there is a yin wind blowing, which is creepy.

Yun Hao wanted to leave quickly, this place was too eerie and terrifying, when he stepped forward to leave, Yu Guang suddenly saw that there was another place of worship on his side, strangely there was no tablet enshrined, Yun Hao was a little surprised, and stepped forward to worship respectfully.

There was only a three-foot-tall statue in this place of worship, and the three incense sticks below were emitting green smoke, which seemed to be eternal, and after looking at it, he felt that this statue was somewhat familiar, but for a while he couldn't think of where he had seen it. A little puzzled, he approached and wanted to take a closer look, but suddenly there was a heat flow out of his body, and the burning sensation spread all over his body in an instant.

Yun Hao was shocked, but it was only for a moment, his eyes were full of surprise, and the place where this heat spread seemed to be the place where he had vaguely sensed the location of the disappeared meridians.

Why is there a change in the meridians that have disappeared at this moment, is it this statue?

Yun Hao was shocked, he had the heart to test it, took two steps back, and sure enough, the burning sensation in his body disappeared, he took two steps forward, and the burning sensation appeared again.

"Could it be..."

Yun Hao was shocked and involuntarily reached out to touch the statue.

'Boom!'

A loud bang appeared in his mind, a bright light shone violently, Yun Hao instinctively closed his eyes, and when everything was gone, he was shocked to find himself in a familiar environment.

"Xiao Hao, you go quickly. ”

"You run, you will definitely survive, we are too old to live long, leave us alone. ”

In the midst of the devil's rage, a middle-aged couple stopped the teenager.

The boy did not follow the wishes of the two, and still stubbornly stepped forward, wanting to fight the terrible monster to the death.

Suddenly, a monster's deep pitch-black tentacles swept the middle-aged woman away, and the middle-aged man was grief-stricken, grabbed a shovel and smashed it down on the monster, however, the dust flew, and the shovel passed through the monster's illusory body and smashed to the ground.

The young man was silent, his eyes were already full of anger, and he picked up a wooden stick and smashed it down on the monster, and strangely, the monster was hit.

The monster was in pain, a pair of strange eyes were full of surprise, staring at the boy very curious, I didn't expect that there would be such a strange person, without the slightest cultivation, he could actually hurt my Heavenly Demon Clan, and it must be a great achievement to bring this person back to the adults for study.

"Boy, I think you have an extraordinary body and talent, are you willing to follow this seat?" the monster suddenly spoke, which surprised the two of them, and the middle-aged man threw away the shovel in his hand and looked at the young man, as if to tell him that this was a way to live.

The young man was silent, the hatred in his eyes became more and more intense, the monster saw this, his heart was angry, if he didn't bring a dead man back, the credit would be greatly reduced, and this seat would definitely turn you into a dry corpse.

Thinking of this, the monster held back his anger and said as gently as possible: "This seat can take a fancy to you, you are a great blessing, and you will be successful in cultivating in the future, and the world will be at your disposal." ”

The middle-aged man's body couldn't help trembling, but he still spoke: "Xiao Hao, it's better to... Why don't you just..."

The middle-aged man is a simple man, he is afraid in the face of death, he trembles, but he does not lack the courage to fight, his wife was killed, he hates, he can spare his life, however, when he hears that he can let the boy live, he can still choose to compromise, which is mixed with too many inexplicable emotions.

The young man raised his head, "Uncle Wu, Wu Zhen is dead..."

Don't need too many words, a few numbers, enough to express the hatred of the teenager, the middle-aged man fortunately did not speak, picked up the shovel and smashed it at the monster, this is destined to be a futile move, the middle-aged man was rolled up by the monster's tentacles, and the dark demonic energy instantly wrapped him, but after a while, it turned into nothingness.

The boy rushed towards the monster like crazy, however, he had already been eroded by the demonic energy, and he only took two steps before he fell to the ground, and his legs were useless, so he continued to crawl forward with his hands, and the skin was torn to reveal the flesh, and the flesh and blood were gone, revealing the white bones, and he still did not stop.

The monster snorted coldly, "Boy, the deity's patience is limited. ”

The young man was silent, looked up at the monster, and muttered, "Yunshang, Wutang, Huoshan City, Chen Lao... Could it all be... Is all this an illusion? If it's true, how nice it would be, I could slaughter all the monsters, slaughter..."

The young man laughed incessantly, maybe those memories that appeared in his mind were just some ideals he had made up, and they didn't matter now.

"If I don't die, one day, there will be no demons in this world!"

The young man's deep eyes shone with scarlet light, at this moment he seemed to be the real demon, the village where he had lived since childhood was destroyed, and he witnessed the people close to him being devoured by monsters, this hatred was deeply seared into his soul, maybe even he didn't notice it, in addition to hatred, there was a deep disgust in the depths of his soul, as if he was born with this monster.

The monster said hatefully, "In that case, then you should die for this seat." ”

Several pitch-black shots, accompanied by rolling demonic energy, slammed towards the young man, the young man's eyes were full of despair, staring at the shot, suddenly he stretched out the bloodless arm and grabbed the wooden stick on the side, driven by instinct, a stick slashed down at the monster, and there seemed to be several stick shadows faintly.

'Click'

The tentacles shattered piece by piece, followed by monsters, and the countless massacres in the distance and the world, all began to shatter in the young man's eyes, a white light flashed, and the young man suddenly woke up, and found himself in the ancestral hall, even with one hand still on the stone statue.

"This turned out to be a fantasy?"

"But why...?"