There is a mountain in the north of the far north.

Black clouds shrouded all year round, blood and light soared into the sky, and demonic energy covered the sky.

The mountain is 13,000 feet high, the name of the mountain is the Magic Mountain, the most mysterious, dirty and evil place in the four seas and eight wildernesses, and the nightmare of thousands of righteous path practitioners.

For thousands of years, no one has been able to set foot on this mountain as a non-demon, because this is the world of demons, the world of demons, and the gathering place of demons.

this day.

The Magic Mountain ushered in an old man, a single man with a single sword, and a negative hand to climb the mountain.

When the old man stepped on the magic mountain, countless hoarse and sharp ghost crying wolf howls came out from the mountain gate, and these ghost wolf howls were eroded with violence, cruelty, viciousness and evil thoughts......

They were a little confused about the arrival of the old man, they couldn't tell whether they were friends or foes, because in the world, many people were used to calling this old man a demon, the old demon who ate the sword, and the sword destroyed in his hands killed more people than many disciples of the Demon Mountain. In terms of destructive power, no Demon Mountain disciple could compare to this old man, so Demon Mountain was very confused.

Is it the mountain gate?

This old man wants to officially enter the Magic Mountain?

Thinking like this, no attack fell on the old man at first.

The old man's not-so-tall figure gradually disappeared into the Magic Mountain Road, and disappeared into the black clouds and mist. Then, soon these Demon Mountain disciples knew that they were wrong, this old man was not here to worship the mountain at all.

A terrifying sword aura pierced the black cloud directly.

Half of the magic mountain shook with the shock.

The ghost cried wolf and howled into a roar and rushed to kill.

Hundreds of powerful demonic qi gushed out and besieged the old man.

However.

This magic mountain, it seems that it has not been attacked for a long, long time, and it has forgotten how to fight.

But the old man has been fighting, eating swords all the time, accumulating energy and waiting for the arrival of the sword immortal, waiting for the ascension of the thunder tribulation.

This accumulated energy.

Supreme sword energy.

In the end, it didn't fall on the thunder tribulation, but all of them fell on the magic mountain.

The sword qi raged all night, the magic mountain shook all night, the ghost cried wolf howl lasted all night, and the thirteen,000-foot magic mountain was three thousand feet shorter!

Old man.

One person and one sword, making the magic mountain three thousand feet shorter!

Even the demonic energy that covered the sky and the sun seemed to be much thinner, and the black clouds in the sky were full of cracks. For the first time in the far north, it rained, and the rain was so thick that it didn't freeze when it fell on the snow.

It rained all night.

It has been down until the demon lord recovers, and he has to recover, because if he doesn't recover, the old man's sword will break the inheritance of the magic mountain, and if the young demon seeds are all killed, where should the future of the magic mountain go?

Destruction?

Naturally, the Magic Mountain will not be destroyed because of an old man.

Because, the magic mountain is very tall, the old man is very short, and the old man is just a person, single-handedly, no matter how powerful he is, he will be exhausted. When the demon lord appeared, it happened to be when the old man was exhausted, and the battle was finally over.

The old man was pierced through the chest by a thousand demonic qi and died.

This old man is naturally Ye Piaoling, Ning Hongdou's master.

The angry demon lord cursed a stick of incense for a whole time, and finally issued a magic decree: "Ye Piaoling's corpse hangs on the devil's top for three thousand years, and he will be whipped every day, and he will be whipped for millions to relieve the hatred in his heart! The authority of the Demon Mountain cannot be shaken, and the Demon Mountain is undefeated!"

This is the devil on the surface.

The secret magic decree is: "All the demon butterflies are dispatched to monitor the righteous path sect and be vigilant against encirclement and sneak attacks." All the magicians are dispatched to find a new demon seed as soon as possible, the new generation of demon seeds needs to grow, and the magic mountain needs to recuperate. The rest of the Demon Mountain disciples, within twenty years, are not allowed to walk in the world without authorization, and those who violate the ban will be killed!"

The secret purpose of the Magic Mountain is almost unknown to everyone.

The Demon Mountain's clear will, but under the impetus of the Demon Lord, it quickly spread all over the world, which is to buy time for the Demon Mountain to recuperate.

......

"Ye Piaoling is dead!"

"The sword-eating old demon was killed by the Demon Mountain!"

"Its bones will be exposed to the top of the Demon Mountain for three thousand years, and they will be whipped every day!"

The blockbuster news spread to Luoyang City, the divine capital of the Tang Dynasty, three days later, of course Ning Hongdou would not be on the morning bell and dusk drum tower at this time, Ye Piaoling arranged her and her black pig in a very dilapidated small inn before leaving, and specially put on makeup for her before leaving, and the good beautiful girl became a little black girl, I am afraid that she will be recognized by others.

Ye Piaoling paid for a month's room fee.

Ning Hongdou is ready to wait here for a month.

Then she heard the news of her master's death, and at first she thought it must be a lie. She has seen this kind of news many times, Ye Piaoling is often killed, some people just want to use his name to make a name for themselves, this routine Ning Hongdou understands.

Just feel shameless.

"Whoever curses my master to death is a bad person. ”

"You just curse, keep incantating, the more you curse, the longer the old man will live. Ning Hongdou thought like this, and her heart was full of joy, she never thought that the old man would die, because Ye Piaoling was really powerful, and in her memory, he was simply invincible and invincible.

Ning Hongdou's most worrying thing on weekdays is not whether Ye Piaoling will be defeated, but praying that the master will not kill, don't eat the sword, and calm his anger.

That's what she really thinks.

Thinking like this, time slowly passed in waiting.

Ning Hongdou never waited for Ye Piaoling, but waited for a celebration, celebrating that his master was finally dead, and that the sword cultivators who were celebrating the desolation could finally go out with a sword unscrupulously, and no longer had to worry that someone would eat the sword.

The disciples of the Rain Pavilion even held a grand ceremony on the site of the Yijian Listening Rain Pavilion, drunk for three days, and also set the day of Ye Piaoling's death as the revival day of the Rain Pavilion in the news from the Demon Mountain.

On this day, the rain pavilion was reopened.

Ning Hongdou looked coldly at the cheers all over the city, and finally panicked a little in his heart: "Is the old man really dead? He will also die, what kind of magic mountain will he die in?"

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became: "So where are you going, how are you going to live?"

The more I thought about it, the more I blamed myself: "It seems that I came up with my own idea to go to the Magic Mountain! Was the old man killed by myself? I actually killed the old man?"

Ning Hongdou began to frantically collect information about Ye Piaoling in Luoyang City.

Streets, royal signs, storytelling, and chatting with drinkers...... Ning Hongdou even found a picture scroll of Ye Piaoling's corpse.

On the towering Demon Mountain, black clouds were overwhelming, ice and snow were howling, and between the cliffs of the extremely cold land, thousands of black demon chains were tied to the corpse of an old man.

The picture scroll is vivid.

It's like experiencing it yourself.

Even the clothes on Ye Piaoling's body are painted in detail.

Ning Hongdou naturally recognized his master's clothes, there was nothing wrong with it, it was the one before going out, and he could even see the pudding that he had sewn with his own hands.

This painting appeared in Luohua Building, and a sword cultivator took it out for everyone to admire, Ning Hongdou was penniless, so he naturally couldn't afford it, so he could only come to the side, tiptoe and stared at it with wide eyes, staring until tears flowed.