This is a sad story.

One of the five ancestors of the Thousand Islands League, the Rat Ancestor, Shuo Mouse, turned out to be an elder of the Thief Sect. Born in the Rat Demon Cave of Huangya Mountain, he was sent to the Thief Sect with 100,000 other people of the same age at the age of six, as the new blood of the Rat Thief, one of the seven branches of the Demon Sect of the Thief Sect. And then in those cruel rounds of screening tasks of the thief sect at that time, he slowly survived.

As mentioned earlier, sneaking into the territory of the Supreme Induction Sect, staying for a certain amount of time, stealing a specific thing, and killing a specific person, such a task was only pediatric in the previous thief system.

Steal!

What a thief!

Stealing chickens and dogs is theft, blocking the road and robbing is theft, breaking into the house and unlocking the lock is theft, setting up a game in the white phase is a thief, deceiving the beauty pit is a thief, mixing into other people's sects to steal the true classics is also a thief, stealing the country and killing the king to plunder the palace treasury, sending 100,000 soldiers to dig a thousand king's graves is also a thief, lurking in the dark and dying drugs BS harvesting people's heads is also a thief, exploring the secret and smashing the difficult mysteries to discover the darkness hidden in the stomach of the powerful is also a thief.

Thousands of roads, all of which can be said to be thieves.

But where is the way of theft, and where is the achievement of the last step?

Stealing the Heavenly Opportunity and Intercepting the Heavenly Dao of Others?

Good idea.

Then the little mice of Shuo Rat's group were sent to a place, thrown into a plan, and kept playing a certain character according to the designed character design, and doing certain things according to a certain trajectory. And then in less than a hundred years, this batch of little mice was almost all consumed. But the plan continued, a new batch was sent over, more demon clans were sent over, and new blood from various branches under the thief sect was also sent over.

In the world, who can be stronger than the great immortals on the top of Qingyun Mountain.

And that time, what the elder of the thief sect wanted was to steal his Dao from the Great Immortal. Sincerely, I have died to the extreme.

In the past thousand years, up and down Qingyun Mountain, there were all kinds of young corpses with miserable deaths. In order to get close to the Great Immortals, this task consumed everyone's blood.

Is Qingyun Mountain really a place of immortals and Buddhas, a cave outside the world, and a land of immortals?

Impossible.

The most on Qingyun Mountain are the demons who have been distorted and changed by the three thousand origin words of the Great Dao and the crazy people under their command who are so neurotic that they can kill themselves and let the ghosts continue to follow, those monks who are trapped by the confused mantra of the Great Immortals and cannot be freed, and who have hissed and wailed for thousands of years to turn themselves into the most stubborn weirdness, and those monsters who have no numbers at all and are dotted by the words of the Great Immortals' preaching.

The world of Qingyun Mountain, where the five Dao Ancestors are located, has always been a fierce place. Even if it is the Genshin True One God Monarch, he doesn't have enough strength, he doesn't get invited, he doesn't prepare enough, and no one dares to come to the door casually.

It is really the most inexplicable horror in the cultivation realm.

The popular myths and legends about Dao Zu on the market, the kind of good deeds to help the needy, the power to move mountains and reclaim the sea, and the compassion to protect the heavens and the earth and protect the common people, are all lies that have been beautified and fabricated thousands of times.

I remember a black book that wrote such a story.

When the world was opened, the world gathered heroes, and in less than three thousand years, there were hundreds of yuan gods. In order to commemorate the appearance of the hundredth Yuan God, one hundred and zero surnames and various gods and demon kings around Qingyun Mountain gathered in Yandang Mountain to congratulate that peerless beauty.

It's a pity that the great immortal also went down the mountain that day, wearing a green cloth robe, kicking shoes, a pillar snake staff, leading a small wild boar, with a few small bits and a few ** potions, in the next Xiaofang market on Yandang Mountain, setting up a stall.

Then, because of the invitation of a group of old men and old women, they looked at people's faces, divination, and preached. As he spoke, he raised his hand and caught a big bird and came down to kill it for others to see. If you don't have three bad things, pinch a few bugs, tear a snake, and scare those old ladies. Or take out a portrait and draw seven beautiful women, and talk nonsense.

When that day passed, the caravan of Fang City traveled far away from the city and walked three hundred miles away, only to find that the world outside had been twisted into a fang-like stone peak hell, infinitely vicious, countless evil ghosts were born, huge corpses like mountains abounded, and countless brilliant but vicious secret realms.

There is a sentence in the book: "The great immortal looked up at the mountain, and said that the demons were dancing wildly, and there was not even a single one who could look at it." ”

Since then, I don't know where the strange rules came from. The primordial gods that existed at the same time in the entire Qingyun Mountain world could never reach the number of hundreds.

It's better to be seven hundred and ninety-nine than to be a hundred.

But it is rare that a thousand years later, in the early morning of one day, Shuo Rat met the Taoist Master who was walking, and then was carried into the tattered Taoist Temple that was still the Three Immortals Temple at that time, and watched an ordinary old Taoist priest planting vegetables inside.

Then the two bigwigs got together and drank a drink, talked about Xuan, and dispersed.

Then on the way down the mountain, Shuo Rat turned into a primordial god and became the elder of the new generation of the thief sect.

Then he killed the bottomless pit of the Empty Mountain, killed the great demon king of the rat clan who launched the plan in front of him, betrayed the thief sect, and escaped into the East China Sea. This was more than 40,000 years ago.

But he didn't expect that this rat ancestor still hooked up with the thief door later.

"You said, you thieves are now stealing things from various sects and factions in the East China Sea, is this Shuo Rat Ancestor losing one thing?"

The little nun pecked her little head like rice.

"This matter was before Lord Cat Bodhi fought with him?"

The little nun continued to peck at the rice.

Then I knocked a chestnut.

"Then what are you doing with me? Do you think it's not that the Ancestor of the Squirrel has lost something, but that he may have forgotten something, so you want to find a drama master to make up a script for you?"

The little nun continued to peck at the rice.

Then I pinched the little tender faces on both sides and pulled them to both sides.

This little frustration really pinched my life, and he dared to tease me. The devil knows how she could see that all the people I killed were innocent, and that I had never killed a good person under the sword.

Really, don't look at the human skin props in front of her, and there are all kinds of props and spiritual talismans with fierce origins and dark resentments hidden on her body, but she is really an orderly and kind little girl in the True Self Heart Camp Technique.

The hand is wooden.

A thief can have a good man. Who calls people like to steal their father's money to go out to help others, do a good deed every day, and play the market?

But what is it?

I can say that she was right and wrong. Not to mention, relying on her as a small Qi cultivator to act in front of the Yuanshen boss?

It's better that she wants to have fun for herself.

Anyway, she is not a rat demon, and most of the cat demon monks are lazy people who do not kill indiscriminately, so there are no major grievances, so why not do it?

However, if you don't die, how can you be me Chen Guanshui?

The Shiri Sutra, the real Shiri Sutra, do you know what it is?

I spread out a blank piece of paper, drew a mouse, and threw it over.

Laugh.

With a hammer in his left hand and a sickle in his right hand, the ironclad rhinoceros mount is on a rampage, and the poplar dryad is majestic, like a brown bear, the muscular rats converge into a torrent, and endless killing and conquest are pushed from the feet to the sky.

It's just a spoof.