The night is dark.

A round of crimson blood moon hung in the middle of the sky, like the eyes of a terrifying demon, staring coldly at the lifeless mountains below, adding a bit of horror to the Eight Hundred Miles of Wormfish Ridge.

On the bare hills, there was not a trace of wind, as if the air was also blocked by the red moonlight, and everything was covered with a layer of murderous blood, which was destined to be an unquiet night.

Skirting a rocky protrusion from a rock cliff, you can see a ball of fire swaying in the opposite direction. It was the back of a not-so-steep ridge, where the moonlight was better received. In the firelight, there were figures walking around from time to time, and occasionally a few cold rays were as bright and dazzling as cold stars, indicating that the group of people was by no means good.

Walking up a short distance, I could see that there were dozens of figures dressed as demons, who seemed to have chosen this place as a temporary resting spot, sitting around the fire, making a fire and cooking things.

The exuberant flame on the firewood licked the bottom of the pot greedily, and the inside of the iron pot was boiling, bubbling "gurgling", as if some food was being stewed, but it had long been rotted into a pot of porridge puree. The people sitting around the fire didn't pay attention, they should not care about whether the food in the pot was delicious, but more about filling their stomachs. They talked in a wild voice, some of them carrying bowls to add food, and some of them stood up and unbuttoned their clothes and trousers and walked to their backs.

They were like a bunch of vandals, a bunch of marauders, sparing everything around them, throwing food scraps everywhere rudely, smashing even unpleasant rocks, or kicking them down the rocks, they looked unusually excited in the blood-colored moonlight, and they grinned loudly at the firelight.

Following the wind and listening carefully, someone said: "It seems that it is impossible to have the treasure of this Wormhole Ridge, and it is true to fight to the death with those so-called famous and righteous paths." ”

Someone continued: "Treasure, if there is a treasure, it will not be your turn, you should have less dreams of that autumn." ”

The listener was furious, pulled out his blade with a "choking", strode forward, and said angrily: "How, you look down on people very much, or we will see the high and low under our hands!"

The person who was refuted was also furious, suddenly got up, opened his eyes and shouted: "Don't be a murderer, come, everyone will be a witness, and see how he was beaten down." ”

When the people around heard the sound, they seemed to be excited, and they did not dissuade them, but cheered loudly while constantly stimulating both sides with words, with a mentality of not thinking a big deal to stop the trouble.

The two people facing each other were instigated and bewitched by others, and they were even more angry, and they never gave up when they saw each other.

Just when the two sides were about to make a move, someone suddenly said in a loud voice: "What kind of treasure, I don't see it as our Demon Dao defeated in one fell swoop, Guiyunguan, Kongjue Temple, and it is important to grab the spiritual mountain, why should my brother hurt the harmony because of one or two words, come, let's all sit down, all sit down." ”

As soon as everyone heard this, they gradually suppressed their voices and sat back in place one by one, and the two people in the confrontation in the field gradually dispersed because of everyone

opened, and in the end, they all felt boring, and they said a few words of sarcasm to each other, and it was over.

Then, everyone continued to shout and raise their glasses to rejoice, and some people stood up and danced to the blood moon, as if they had defeated their opponents, and danced to celebrate, and some people clapped their hands and started the rhythm, and the tense atmosphere dissipated, but was replaced by joy and joy.

Then someone shouted loudly: "Defeat the Kongjue Temple, defeat the Guiyun Temple, grab the Lingshan, and let those righteous paths be shrinking turtles forever." With that, a group of people burst into laughter at the same time.

The flames on the pyre also seemed to be exuberant because of the excitement of this group of people, and a huge fireball burst out with a "boom", which instantly illuminated a radius of dozens of kilometers.

The men seemed to be more excited by this, and the ghosts cried out as if they were drunk and beaten with the joyful flames.

Hearing this, the two figures hidden behind the mountain rock moved, and a young woman behind them lowered her voice and said, "Oh, Yuan Wuxi, you lowered your head and blocked me." ”

Yuan Wuxi, who was lying on the mountain rock in front of him, shrunk his neck when he heard this, and also whispered: "I said little girl, you really made me a turtle with a shrunken head." ”

When Chu Qing heard this, she couldn't help but chuckle lightly, and said in a low voice: "Who told you to shrink your neck, won't you lie down a little." ”

Yuan Wuxisuo turned over and lay on the rocks, and said angrily: "Lie down, won't I see it." ”

Chu Qing glanced at him, and said, "I found these demon demons first, I want to hear if they know where Brother Feng is, what are you making trouble." ”

When Yuan Wuxi heard this, he was unconvinced and said: "Oh, I said little girl, why do you always remember your big brother Feng, this Wormhole Ridge is now the decisive battle between good and evil, you have to let go of your children's selfishness." ”

Chu Qing was told by Yuan Wuxi's heart, first his face turned red, but he immediately pouted, and sneered at each other: "The Armageddon between good and evil, hmph, you really care so much, you won't take me around, take so many detours, and delay a few times to come here." ”

Yuan Wuxi saw that he was broken by Chu Qing, and said with a grin: "Okay, okay, little girl, then I'll give it to you, I won't look at it." As he spoke, he really let go, but he was in front of Chu Qing.

Seeing this, Chu Qing stretched out his hand, pushed Yuan Wuxi aside, hurriedly lay down on the rock, looked carefully at the opposite side, and took a closer look at the people who were by the fire one by one, for fear of missing a person, as if Feng Shuzhu would be inside.

At this time, everyone gradually rose up, and someone shouted excitedly: "Jiusheng Tianzun, Jiusheng Tianzun, Jiusheng Tianzun......",

When the others heard this, they were as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and they shouted and cheered, and the sound echoed in the vast night sky, spreading far and wide, and even the blood moon in the middle of the sky seemed to show a terrible grin.

Chu Qing looked at it for another moment, retracted it, lowered her head and thought about it again, and then whispered to Yuan Wuxi: "That Lin Xianniang, really came to the Ridge." ”

Yuan Wu

Xiben squatted on the ground and played with his hands on the stones, paused when he heard the words, rolled his eyes, and thought for a while before he said, "Oh, oh, you said Jiusheng Tianzun." Saying that, he threw away the stone in his hand, stood up, twisted the beard at the corner of his mouth with his hand, and walked back and forth twice with the cat's waist, which was already short, because the cat's waist was even lower, it was a little funny, and after a while, he looked at Chu Qing and said in a low voice: "Alas, I can't imagine that this beetle ridge is another big plan." ”

When Chu Qing heard this, her watery eyes blinked, and she was puzzled: "Damou?"

Yuan Wuxi nodded first, then raised his head, looked up at the blood moon in Zhongtian, and said in a low voice: "This demon Dao people are obviously obeying the orders of Jiusheng Tianzun, that is to say, what treasures and rumors were before, but they were just the conspiracy of Jiusheng Tianzun and Yan Shutian. ”

Yuan Wuxi lowered his head and looked at Chu Qing as he spoke, and when he saw his puzzled expression, he said: "Let's just say it, if you gather the demon dao in the world, I'm afraid that there will be no second person except for the shadow of the demon sect, but if you use any confusion, such as treasure, magic weapon or something, to lead everyone to one place, and then find ways to form an alliance and be the leader, it will be much easier." ”

Hearing this, Chu Qing suddenly realized: "Oh, in this way, behind this Wormhole Ridge, what kind of Demon Sect's shadow is making trouble." Seeing Yuan Wuxi nodded, Chu Qing said again: "But what is the purpose of doing this, is it just to gather strength and start a war with the righteous path?"

Yuan Wuxi turned his head, speechless for a while, just blinked his eyes at Chu Qing a few times, seemed to be thinking very painfully, and then said: "This, I still can't figure it out for the time being, but that old demon is dead!"

Chu Qing felt more and more the swiftness of Yuan Wuxi's thinking, and after thinking about it, he wondered: "The old demon of the beetle?"

Yuan Wuxi said "um" and said: "The two ways of good and evil gather in the Silverhole Ridge, you think, this is the territory of the old demon of the Silverfish, he is difficult to survive between good and evil, I think there is more than good luck." ”

Chu Qing was just about to speak again, but suddenly someone shouted: "What person! come out!" followed by several sounds of breaking the air, as if someone had released a magic weapon flying blade.

When Chu Qing and Yuan Wuxi heard this, they were shocked at the same time, knowing that they had been discovered, and they urgently needed to avoid danger at the moment, and they also knew that a fight was inevitable, so they were about to fly.

But I saw dozens of sword lights in the night sky descending together, like meteors catching the moon, falling next to the fire where those demon disciples were sitting. Then there was a sound of killing, chaos was everywhere, only to see all kinds of lights flashing all over the mountain, screams and screams were endless, and the bloody breath suddenly rose.

Looking up, I saw that the demons had already fought with a group of people in gray monks' robes, the firewood piles had been scattered, the iron pot was also overturned aside, the leftovers of porridge and food were sprinkled all over the ground, flowing on the rocks "sizzling", from time to time being trampled on, stained with shoes and socks, the two sides couldn't care about a lot, and there was a scuffle.

Chu Qing fixed his eyes and saw that those monks were none other than the monks of Kongjue Temple, and the leader was the little monk Kongming, who saw that he was holding a short stick with eyebrows, and he used it freely, and he was extremely powerful

, Everywhere I passed, a ghost cried wolf. The first few demon disciples, after the stick wind swept over, were instantly swept down and fell off the cliff, everyone was in an uproar, and seeing that Kongming's face was light, they all gathered around, wanting to attack at the same time.

At this time, Yuan Wuxi, who was standing next to Chu Qing, suddenly spoke: "I didn't expect that there were such descendants in Kongjue Temple, and it was really a talent from all generations of the country." ”

When Chu Qing heard this, he couldn't help but look at it twice, at this time, I don't know how many demon demons surrounded Kong Ming, however, he didn't have a trace of cowardice. Qi Mei stick vertical and horizontal, invincible, in the future, only a few demon demons with blades behind him to chase, but there are few people who dare to resist in front, everyone fled in the wilderness, not daring to face this brave young monk.