Ups and downs of eternity, vicissitudes of life, quiet ten years, but a bunch, in the blink of an eye, Penglai has been a battle for ten years.

Ten years is a watershed, enough for a young child to grow into a young man, and enough for a sect to fall to the bottom.

The ancient road of the wilderness, with a long history, from the wilderness straight into the hinterland of the Central Plains, the wilderness, mostly the wilderness, the people there, famous for the witch road, known for the fierce and barbaric, according to the fragments, a long time ago, the wilderness had an unworldly overlord, ambitious, want to dominate the Central Plains, for today's people, it is an ancient war, although it is not recorded in the annals, but there are occasional cultivators, from time to time mentioned, it is listed as the same existence as the land of the Western Regions Demon Sect.

Since then, the Central Plains and the wilderness have never stopped, and this ancient road left over from history has become the only bridge between the two.

In the sky, lightning and thunder roared, torrential rain poured down, and several merchants hurriedly passed by in horse-drawn carriages on the long wild ancient road, splashing countless mud.

"Hey!" On the wild ridge ahead, a small teahouse stood there, several guests were sitting in it to avoid the rain, the boss surnamed Wang, at this moment he stared at the rainstorm outside the door, and sighed deeply, "I'm afraid there won't be guests today!"

"Boss, here is a good pot of wine!" In the corner, a big man with a big knife was still unsatisfied, and there were three empty bottles beside him.

"Guest, you've already drunk three pots!" Xiao Er stepped forward to persuade.

"Less nonsense!" the big man frowned and said impatiently, "Your wine in the Central Plains is really not enjoyable, compared to our wilderness, it is too bad!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Xiao Er smiled cateringly, didn't dare to say more, and hurriedly went to get another pot.

The big man took it, stood up, put a silver ingot on the table, and said with a smile: "Take it, the master will reward you!"

"Guest officer, are you leaving!" Boss Wang stepped forward in person and asked, "Look at the rainstorm outside, it's really not appropriate to hurry, it's better to wait for the rain to stop and it's not too late to leave!"

The big man laughed, ignoring Boss Wang's persuasion, he carried the wine jug and walked out of the door: "This rainstorm can stop others, but it can't stop me!"

Boss Wang's face changed, and he saw that the big man was emitting a black light, and the rainstorm could not contaminate his body at all.

"Another man of the witchcraft!" sighed a merchant guest.

"Yes!" Boss Wang nodded, "Ten years ago, this place was still barren and few people walked. Now I don't know why, those wild people continue to pour into the Central Plains!"

"Hey!" the merchant took the tea and drank it down, and said, "This world is difficult now!"

"Where do you say that?" asked Boss Wang.

"It's normal that this place is close to the wilderness, you don't know!" said the merchant, "Ten years ago, the long-disappeared Demon Sect suddenly appeared, and it is said that there was a big battle with those immortals in Qingcheng Mountain, no one thought that since then, the Demon Sect has not been suppressed, but has become increasingly rising, forming an alliance with that wild land, and I have heard everywhere that it is fighting with those righteous paths. “

"I see, no wonder, so many barbarians are close to the Central Plains!" Boss Wang understood, and then persuaded, "But they fight for them, we little people, as long as we live in peace!"

"If that's the case, it would be great!" said the merchant, "If there is chaos today, but some people are opportunistic, boss, you can't feel the desolation here, in the interior of the Central Plains, it is really rampant bandits, if you want to settle down, it is difficult!"

"Then those immortals of the righteous path, don't you care?" asked Boss Wang.

"How do you care? They are also too busy to take care of themselves, after that battle, in the righteous path, those old immortals died and injured wounds, it is said that even the head of Qingcheng was seriously injured and closed the death pass!" "The Demon Sect is huge, and since the alliance with the Barbarian Wilderness, it has been even more out of control! I went to the Barbarian Wilderness to do business, in fact, I was also afraid of a false event!"

"Even the immortals can't handle it?" Boss Wang exclaimed.

The merchant nodded: "The chaos is not far away!"

"That's not right!" another merchant interjected, "I just came from Changshou, and I heard that there is a new head of Qingcheng Mountain, and there will be an enthronement ceremony in the next few days!

"Really!" the merchant at the beginning was shocked, "who can take on such a heavy responsibility!"

"I don't know about this, but I heard that it's a young man of twenty-five or sixteen!"

"Youth!" the merchant was a little disappointed, and suddenly his face changed, and on the muddy ground in front of him, a carriage drove by quickly, without stopping in the teahouse at all, just like the big man before, the whole carriage was demonic, blocking the torrential rain outside.

"It looks like it's really going to be a big mess!" Boss Wang said solemnly.

Qingcheng Mountain, dense with wind and clouds, around the mountain, the rocks are shattered, and there are eye-catching sword marks horizontally, and a strong magic circle force firmly guards this ancient mountain range, over the years, the Demon Sect has attacked more than once, and the first formation of Zhou Tian has long lost its original solidity, and no one knows how long it can resist.

"Damn!" In the Law Enforcement Hall, Cang Song's face was gloomy, and beside him, the eldest disciple Ouyang Shaohua stood there, standing there looking at the master in surprise.

"A junior, you can actually be the head of Qingcheng, I don't accept it!" Cang Song said angrily.

"Master, the decision of the head of the sect will always have his reason!" Ouyang Shaohua persuaded, "And that fate ......!"

"Shut up!" Cang Song interrupted sharply, "Isn't it just a kid?" I, Cang Song, have been in Qingcheng Mountain for many years, and I have managed everything big and small, and there is no merit and hard work, I don't believe that such a junior, even if he sits in the position of the head, how long can he last!"

Ouyang Shaohua shook his head, sighed deeply, and a figure appeared in his mind.

In the Hall of Despair, Wan Qing was lying in the bedroom, and countless bloodstained paper scrolls beside him heralded his end. Ten years of heart-devouring suffering, his body was tormented with thousands of holes, his body was tired, his face was full of wrinkles, and the whole person was like a most ordinary old man, submerged in his old age.

"Master!" Ling'er's face was full of tears, shaking Wan Qing's arm, "Master, don't go, Ling'er can't bear you!"

"Ling'er is good!" Wan Qing lovingly stroked Wan Ling's face.

"Master, don't leave Ling'er, okay? Senior brother is gone, Senior Sister is not coming back, if you are leaving, I will be the only one left in this huge hall of despair? Ling'er will be afraid!" Wan Ling pleaded.

"Don't worry!" Wan Qing said gently, "How could Master let you be alone!"

The door of the Palace of Despair suddenly opened, a cold air drifted by, and a figure quietly walked from outside the door, this is a woman who is exactly the same as Mo Lisheng, with a blue dress and leather belt, the only difference is that in the smart eyes, what is hidden is a kind of coldness that goes deep into the bone marrow, looking at Wan Qing on the bed, without any pity.

"Moti!" Wan Ling turned his head, although he had confirmed countless times that this person was not the Mo Li of the year, he still had a sense of surprise every time he saw it.

"Still won't he come?" Wan Qing sighed.

"Yes!" Morty said lightly.

"Blame me!" Wan Qing blamed himself, "Blame me for doing things too desperately back then, leaving no life at all, and now it's really a cycle of cause and effect!"

"Ye Zishi has gone in person!" said Moti.

"No need!" Wan Qing shook his head, "He just doesn't want to see me, he can't push away this position of head!"

"Ahem!" A violent cough sounded, blood stained the sheets red, Wan Qing's eyes became more and more dim, "Ling'er, assist him well, if you meet your senior sister Wan Ting in the future, don't blame her!

Wan Qing's eyes began to drift, looking at the distant sky, reaching out and trying to grab forward, leaving a tear under the cloudy corner of his eyes: "My biggest wish in this life is to make Qingcheng carry forward and stand at the head of the Central Plains!"

"Master!" Wan Ling shook, Wan Qing raised her arm and slowly fell, she cried wildly.

"When~dang~~!" fifteen bells rang and circled throughout the Qingcheng Mountains. All Qingcheng disciples sat cross-legged and recited the scriptures silently.

Holding the Sword Pavilion, in the sky, a white-clothed figure stepped on the fairy sword, holding a magic staff, listening to the faint bell, Ye Zishi sighed deeply, looked at the Sword Holding Pavilion under his feet, and used all his strength, the Zen staff in his hand tapped the void, emitting bursts of ripples, and he shouted loudly.

"Come out!