"Stinky Daoist, let you see the power of the Demon Sect's holy relics. ”

I saw that on the blood-stained clothes, countless blood-colored monsters with huge mouths loomed, all with hideous faces, brandishing swords and roaring.

With the blessing of the black-clothed man's magic skills, they all turned into entities, broke free from the blood-stained clothes, and struck the calligrapher with a disgusting bloody aura.

The scholar frowned, in the face of this Demon Sect's most evil and holy thing, he didn't dare to take it lightly, stretched out his fingers and pinched the trick, and the white flying sword suddenly shone brightly, instantly forming a transparent ball around him.

The swords of the blood-colored monster slashed at the ball one after another, and almost at the touch of it, they flew into ashes and annihilated.

"It turns out that you have cultivated the power of the stars, no wonder you have no fear, even so, do you think I only have this means?"

Before the calligrapher could answer, a strange change occurred on the blood-stained clothes, and the blood-colored monsters that appeared on the clothes continued to decrease, as if they had been swallowed by something else.

Immediately afterwards, a more real blood-colored devil appeared on the bloody clothes, with triangular eyes, horns on his head, and two fangs that were extremely terrifying.

In the middle of his forehead, a blood-red vertical eye suddenly opened, and the monster let out a loud roar, and the red light in the vertical eye flashed, shattering the defensive ball of the calligrapher.

If it weren't for the flying sword defense in time, I'm afraid that the red would be directly imprinted on his chest.

Fortunately, the vertical-eyed monster can't be the same as the previous blood-colored monster, and it can't be a ready-made entity, otherwise, the calligrapher will not be the opponent of the man in black.

"Hahaha, stinky Taoist, you know how powerful I am, I see what other means you have. The man in black laughed wildly, and the monsters with vertical eyes on the blood-stained clothes began to gather again.

Without the protection of the ball, the calligrapher asked himself if he couldn't stop the monster's attack.

"Hmph! Good and evil are not mutually exclusive, and today I will behead you if I say I want to kill you. ”

The calligrapher pinched the trick with both hands, and the flying sword stood in front of him, and the two hands and swords were staggered, and the flying sword was divided into six and surrounded him in a circle.

After the last seal was pinched, the six flying swords "dripped", the calligrapher's eyes widened, and his whole body was shrouded in sword light, and he said to himself: "Beidou Sword Splitting Technique - Aurora Sword Shadow!"

At this moment, the attack of the black-clothed man with vertical eyes came just in time.

The six flying swords stood side by side, straight up to the red light of the vertical-eyed monster, and when the two came into contact, an invisible wave of qi burst out, forming two semi-circular shock waves, frozen in mid-air.

"Stinky Daoist, I have the blessing of the holy relics, see how long you can last?"

The calligrapher was not moved, but showed a faint smile, and in the face of the provocation of the man in black, he seemed to be unimpressed.

"Do you know why this Beidou Sword Splitting Technique is called Aurora Sword Shadow?"

The man in black was stunned, obviously he didn't know.

"Go!"

The scholar shouted, and the six swords shook again, and immediately merged into one, and under his drive, it directly penetrated the red light, like a shadow, shooting towards the man in black.

This sword light came too fast, and the man in black didn't have time to move, so he was shot out by the sword light.

A mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth, and when it was too late, the black cloud covering his head enveloped him in the blink of an eye, like the cuttlefish, and spewed out a puff of black smoke that stained the surroundings pitch black.

Chen Xiaolou was still lying not far away, the black smoke was emitting extremely quickly, and the calligrapher in order to prevent him from being attacked by demonic poison, a dodge scooped him up and retreated to safety.

In this way, the man in black has already fled, but the calligrapher is one step too late and cannot pursue.

That person has the blessing of the Demon Sect's holy relics, and it is still difficult to track down the foundation realm, not to mention that he is now Jindan, although he is injured, but he is bent on escaping, and the calligrapher asks himself if he can't catch up.

With a sigh, the calligrapher looked at Chen Xiaolou on the ground, and said helplessly: "That's it!"

The morning star appeared, the sky was exposed to fish white, and the Qinghe villagers who got up early to go to sea at this time in the past were no longer shouting and hustle.

On the sea level, the red sun probe, a ray of sunlight sprinkled on Chen Xiaolou's face, squinted his eyes naturally, and then opened them slightly.

As far as he could see, it was a house, and he suddenly felt a little familiar, and immediately sat up.

"This is Qinghe!"

That's right, this is Qinghe, Qinghe Village where he has lived for more than ten years.

"Didn't I get my blood sucked by the man in black? Why did I come back again?" Chen Xiaolou, who had been placed by the calligrapher on the edge of the haystack, got up.

The haystack was on the edge of the village field, and when he turned around, he saw a figure, with the figure's clothes, Chen Xiaolou was a little familiar, what he was carrying.

"Old storyteller!"

Chen Xiaolou recognized it, that person was the old man who had been telling stories in the village before, but wasn't he gone?

The things he carried, Chen Xiaolou was not shocked, it seemed to be corpses, but these corpses were extremely weird.

The mouth was wide open, the skin was wrinkled and tense on the bones, and the eyes were still there, but they were bloodless, gray and gray.

"You're awake!" Sensing that Chen Xiaolou woke up, the calligrapher beckoned to the haystack.

"Well, you're a storyteller. ”

The calligrapher nodded, and then waved his hand at Chen Xiaolou, "Come here, don't be afraid, they are all your relatives." ”

He thought that Chen Xiaolou was afraid, so he didn't dare to come to his side when he woke up.

When Chen Xiaolou came to his side, the calligrapher also laid out the last corpse.

"Storyteller, are they?"

Chen Xiaolou couldn't believe it, he had vaguely guessed something, and he was quite familiar with the clothes of these corpses.

"Last night, more than 100 people in Qinghe Village suffered a tragedy, and the old way was useless, and they could not be rescued or avenged for them. The scholar said gloomily.

"Is it the man in black?" Chen Xiaolou suddenly realized in his heart.

"It's him. "The book is humane.

Chen Xiaolou's legs were weak, he knelt on the ground, and as soon as his spirit was discharged, he began to cry.

I only went out for less than a day, and when I came back, up and down Qinghe Village, there were no chickens and dogs, and all of them were sucked into people by the demons of the Demon Sect.

Those more than 100 are all his relatives.

Originally, he had no relatives, he didn't know where he came from, and he also knew that he was an ominous person.

The people of Qinghe Village did not dislike him, but left him and raised him as an adult, so they became his relatives, and the ending that did not work out, he was an ominous person, and finally brought the ominous to Qinghe Village.

He blamed himself, but he couldn't do anything about it.

After howling for a long time, he suddenly stopped crying, and glanced back at the calligrapher who was digging a pit, Chen Xiaolou turned around and crawled over on his knees.

"Storyteller grandpa, you are an immortal, please teach me immortal arts, please, I want revenge, I want to avenge Qinghe's relatives······"

The calligrapher originally thought that Chen Xiaolou would not be able to withstand such a heavy blow, and even if he could recover, he would not be so quickly.

He didn't expect that Chen Xiaolou's heart was much stronger than he imagined, and this kind of heart was not comparable to ordinary people.

When he finished talking about the book in Qinghe before, when he touched Chen Xiaolou, he noticed that he had a spiritual root, and then sent a message to the sect.

If Chen Xiaolou went to Xunlong City to worship the Immortal Sect, he would ask the disciples of the sect to pay attention, and if the spiritual root was suitable, he would be included in the sect.

Now that Qinghe has undergone this great change, he has become the only seedling of Qinghe.

Everything has a cause and an effect, Qinghe suffered, leaving Chen Xiaolou alone, this cause requires him to come to the end.

In the time of the scholar's contemplation, Chen Xiaolou looked at him with snot and tears in his eyes.

Looking for immortals every day and not seeing immortals, unexpectedly immortals are around.

Facing the silent storyteller grandfather, Chen Xiaolou felt apprehensive in his heart.

He has seen the methods of the Demon Sect, if the black shadow of the ghost, the evil magic that sucks up the blood of people, if he can't learn the immortal arts, how can he revenge the revenge of more than 100 relatives in Qinghe Village?

"You get up first!" After a while, the scholar spoke: "Bury them first, and I will take you into the sect, as for whether you are lucky enough to become a disciple of the Immortal Sect, it depends on your creation." ”

Chen Xiaolou slammed towards the calligrapher, endured the grief in his heart, and buried the people of Qinghe Village with him.

The joy of the past is gone, and a lonely grave is raised.

Now there are only memories left, and only desolate people are left.

One last glance at Qinghe Village, Chen Xiaolou followed the calligrapher and disappeared into the sky as a streamer.

The streamer looks east, and there is only an endless deep sea as far as the eye can see.

I don't know how long the calligrapher flew, and then he saw a layer of clouds.

The clouds and fog were unusually thick, Chen Xiaolou couldn't see clearly at all, and the discomfort caused by riding the flying sword for a long time finally broke out, so he leaned his head on the shoulder of the scholar.

When he woke up again, he found himself on land.

"Storyteller, where are we?"

The calligrapher handed him a pot of water and a piece of cake, "Eat something first to cushion your stomach, here, is the Sword Pavilion, climb the steps from the Sword Pavilion, and at the end of the steps, there is the mountain gate of the Wuji Sword Sect." ”

Chen Xiaolou took the water and the cake, looked over the scholar, and saw a staircase, along the foot of the mountain, directly up, unfortunately, he couldn't see the head, the steps stretched into the mountainside and were covered by clouds and mist, as if it had become a heavenly step.

"Eat quickly, and when you're done, go up the mountain with me. The calligrapher sat cross-legged and said in a deep voice.

When Chen Xiaolou heard this, he hurriedly stuffed the cake into his mouth, chewed it twice, drank another sip of water, and ate the cake in a choked state.

"Storyteller grandpa, I'm done eating. ”

The calligrapher's face twitched, this kid is worthy of being a famous foodie in Qinghe, this characteristic can't be changed anywhere.

"Let's go!"

I don't know how many steps I climbed, but just when Chen Xiaolou was about to be exhausted and paralyzed, he finally came to the end.

At the top of the steps, there is a boxy platform, about dozens of zhang long and wide, Chen Xiaolou thinks, it should have climbed up to the top of this mountain, and it was flattened by immortal magic.

Opposite the platform, there is a huge mountain gate, the mountain gate is in the shape of a palace pavilion, and there is a plaque in the middle, with four big characters in the book: "Wuji Sword Sect!"

Under the mountain gate, there is a white jade corridor, standing in the void, leading to the mountainside on the other side.

Here, it's the Immortal Sect!

Chen Xiaolou forgot about his fatigue, and the Infinite Sword Sect, the land of the Immortal Gate that he had in his heart, came like this.

"Entering the Immortal Sect and becoming an immortal disciple, I must become an immortal disciple, and I want to avenge my relatives in Qinghe Village. Facing the Xianzong Mountain Gate that he saw for the first time, Chen Xiaolou secretly made an oath in his heart.