Fusu saw the green jade-colored robe of the Minshan Sword Sect that Qing Yao Yin was wearing, and saw clearly that he was unkempt, and even had messy hair similar to that of a beggar. He knew that among the cultivators of the Minshan Sword Sect, only the rumored god and demon cultivator would be so untidy.

Although that person has spent all his energy on studying foreign beasts, he is actually proficient in pharmacology, and he is good at using poison and medicine, and he is the best in the world.

Fusu knew that the injuries in his body were getting better now, so naturally it could only be that this person had used medicine.

This medicinal power is very soft and comfortable, but looking at Qing Yao's groan, Fusu's heart is even more painful, and he said in great pain: "Senior, is it possible that some personal grievances are going to drag the entire Minshan Sword Sect and the entire dynasty in?"

"It's not a matter of personal vendettas, that's the truth. ”

Qing Yao Yin looked at the painful Prince of Great Qin calmly, and said: "Wang Jingmeng relies on the entire Bashan Sword Field, if he wants to steal the country and seize the throne of Yuanwu, it is also very easy, this is for faith, brotherhood and world ethics. However, Zheng Sleeve betrayed him, Yuan Wu killed him, and destroyed the Bashan Sword Field, which messed up the love of husband and wife, and the righteousness of friends. If there is no reason between father and son, husband and wife, brothers, relatives and friends. So what kind of world is this? Avenging a brother is not a matter of dragging the entire Minshan Sword Sect and the entire dynasty in, but people live in the world and always have to be reasonable. ”

Fusu couldn't refute it, the more he knew about the events of that year, and the closer he got to the truth of that year, the more painful he became.

Because he couldn't figure it out, how could his father do such a thing?

"Nobody likes to fight. ”

Qing Yao looked at him and said, "Especially no one likes to risk being killed to fight, so you must first understand why people fight like this. ”

Fusu breathed hard, and he saw the Donghu ascetic monk sitting like a dead tree on the side, saw the Thousand Tombs that looked a little younger than himself, and saw the Tangtai Guanjian, Ding Ning, and the eldest grandson Qianxue.

These people are naturally the best in the world, but after this series of battles, everyone's situation is extremely poor, and it can be said that they look miserable. Thinking about the reason why these people who could escape the world and live well by virtue of their cultivation were fighting like this, he was even more speechless.

Then he didn't see the young dragon that had curled up in the long sleeves of the eldest grandson Qianxue, but he saw more than a dozen Teng snakes entrenched in the dust mountain on one side, and looked at the dozen or so dragons that originally belonged to Jiaodong County but now seemed to be submissive to these people on his side, and his heart suddenly gave birth to a great shock.

......

The night stalker isn't dead yet.

He was still in a state of dying.

At this time, beyond these thousands of dust mountains, there were traces of cultivators everywhere, and any cultivator could easily kill him, as insignificant as crushing an ant.

However, at this time, it was completely pointless to kill him or not, not to mention that as the initiator of this killing game that could change the entire pattern of the world, coupled with his identity and the price he paid for it, there were many cultivators who would not let him die lightly.

At this moment, beside him stood a Jiaodong County cultivator in a yellow robe.

This Jiaodong County cultivator was a very old woman, her face wrinkled enough to absorb a bowl of rainwater, and she held a bony whistle in her hand.

Behind her stood several cultivators in the same yellow robes.

Looking at the last few traces of the Teng Snake that were thrown into a thousand dust mountains, her eyes were full of infinite emotion.

"Are you satisfied?"

She asked the night owl softly.

The night stalker was speechless, but a look of satisfaction and gratitude appeared in his eyes.

He devoted his life to what was left of his family, and Jiaodong County put in the efforts of many generations.

With so many dragons entering the formation, even if the people inside don't die, they shouldn't have much strength left.

The rest of the matter is naturally just the final harvest.

A bright red began to appear in his somewhat dilated pupils.

A cultivator in a bright red robe appeared here, in front of him and the old woman of Jiaodong County.

This is an old man with white hair.

There was a strange look of violence and disbelief on his face.

When the old man appeared in front of him, the night owl's eyes filled with more satisfaction.

There are very few people in the world of practitioners who like to wear bright red robes.

One is that this color is too warm and public, and the red itself is very tacky, and it is too conspicuous, and in some battlefields, it is easy to attract the attention of the enemy, and it becomes the object of killing first.

Even in Changling, some of the official robes that show majesty are dark red or dark red, and there is also purple red.

However, when Wang Jingmeng entered the Changling Tomb that year, the last cultivator who appeared before Wang Jingmeng appeared in the eyes of everyone present at that time was this same big red robe.

A puff of fire poured out of such a big red robe, enveloping Wang Jingmeng, and devouring and burning all the blood spilled by Wang Jingmeng like life, burning Wang Jingmeng who died in battle to the point that there was not even dust left, and it was completely clean.

The big red robe is the Fire Master.

The suzerain of the Fire Sect.

In the legend, when the body of Wang Jingmeng was finally burned, the Lihuo Sect was also completely wiped out by some strong people in the Bashan Sword Field, but there were too many things to care about back then, there was news that the Agni Master was only injured but not killed, and there was also news that he had been killed, but in the end it could not be verified.

Now this old man is the Flame Master.

He is still alive, and naturally he did not die back then.

Back then, he was arranged to make the last move and burn everything, naturally out of the fear of Yuan Wu and Zheng Sleeve.

Neither Yuan Wu nor Zheng Sleeve knew the secret of the Nine Dead Silkworms, and had heard some stories about the Nine Dead Silkworms, but they didn't even know whether Wang Jingmeng had cultivated the Nine Dead Silkworms, so for the sake of safety, they simply needed a cultivator like him, so that Wang Jingmeng could not even have a trace of blood left.

However, something went wrong.

The Fire Master couldn't figure out what was wrong, and the fear of the unknown made him a little violent and uneasy, but one thing was for sure, he would never let the people in this mountain of dust grow up again.

And for Yuan Wu and Zheng Sleeve, even if they are not 100% sure, they at least need to make things more secure.

Therefore, the Fire Master alone is naturally no longer enough.

When the big red robe appeared, a cultivator slowly appeared on this hill.

This cultivator was wearing a plain white robe, but because his body exuded a kind of death aura that only cultivators who practiced Yin Gods and Ghosts, and he was holding a white bamboo cane, it looked like he was wearing a mourning robe.