"Whoosh!whoosh!whoosh....." The sound of continuous high-speed breaking through the air came into the ears of the little tiger. Then a volley descended from the forest.

The group wore high crowns and tied hair, and all wore white robes. The left chest is tattooed with the golden word "Cang". The leader was a white-haired man, and he couldn't tell how old he was. He has a full head of white hair, but there is no wrinkle on his face.

Only those vicissitudes of life are as deep as carrying 10,000 years of history. Although Xiaohu only has the strength of the middle stage of the Tongmai Realm, he can be regarded as an authentic cultivator.

At this moment, he felt that the aura of the people in front of him was huge, and each of them was as vast and profound as the sea. It was as if each of these people in front of him could poke him to death with one finger. This feeling he had only experienced in that monster master.

"Could these people be the monks who chased and killed my monster master back then?

Thinking of this, Xiaohu was a little vigilant, he was no longer the ignorant teenager he was at the beginning, and the information that the monster master had entered his mind back then also contained some cruel struggles in the cultivation world.

looked at the ragged and nervous little tiger in front of him. The white-haired man looked kind, and said with a slight smile:

"You are the disciple of that Black Mountain Ancestor, where is he now? It is rumored in the cultivation world that he has hid in my vast Immortal Sect's sphere of influence, and we have been searching for a long time. ”

"Black Mountain Ancestor, could it be that this person is talking about my nominal master? It seems that they really came after that monster. These people seem to have a deep cultivation, but don't kill me as the heir of that demon!"

Thinking of this, Xiaohu was even more apprehensive. He looked nervously at the people in front of him, thinking about how to speak. It seems that this group of people are righteous path practitioners, and I don't know if they will be killed indiscriminately.

Xiaohu was a little nervous, he had attacked the Black Mountain Ancestor countless times over the years, but none of them succeeded. Each time, he was severely injured and thrown out of the cave.

He already knew in his heart that he was afraid that he would not know what year and month he would be able to take revenge. If this group of people can help me kill the Black Mountain Ancestor and help me avenge my hatred, it will be worth it for me to die!

Thinking of this, Xiaohu no longer hesitated, and shouted loudly:

"Grandpa Immortal, I know where he is. You come with me?"

As he spoke, he turned around and led the group to the cave where the monster lived. Xiaohu is also out of the way, and in order to take revenge, he is ready to be implicated and killed.

Just as Xiaohu was about to turn around and lead the way, a deafening strange laughter suddenly came from the air:

"Hahahaha, in vain, your Vast Immortal Sect is known as a famous sect, and your ears and eyes are so bad, the ancestor has been in the sphere of influence of the Vast Immortal Sect for five years, and only today did he discover this seat, today you and others are powerful, and I will take the first step in the ancestor!!"

As the words fell, a figure not far away was like an arrow from a string, extremely fast, and suddenly shot into the sky. But it is the ancestor of Montenegro in the mouth of those people, the monster master of Xiaohu.

Although five years have passed, he has not fully recovered from his serious injuries, and now that there are many people in the vast Immortal Sect, he naturally does not dare to fight. Even that cheap apprentice Xiaohu didn't plan to ask for it.

But the people in the demon path are like this, everything is only for their own interests, and they don't care about the lives of others.

"Montenegro, where are you going? Today, my Vast Immortal Sect Law Enforcement Hall Elder Bai is here, where can you escape?"

Seeing this, everyone shot up one after another, and rushed into the sky and chased out. No one was left to take care of Xiaohu. Only the little tiger was left standing still. I don't know where to go from here.

Everyone in the sky chased after the Black Mountain, and soon disappeared one after another. Xiaohu doesn't know where to go in the future. I just want to go back to the countryside first and see my parents and fellow villagers. Thinking of this, his longing could no longer be controlled, and it kept coming.

In the past five years, he has not wanted to return to the village to see his parents all the time, but the ban imposed by this Black Mountain Ancestor cannot exceed his range of 500 miles, and he has thought about escaping several times over the years.

Every time he exceeded 500 miles, he was in severe pain, like ten thousand ants devouring his heart! He could only forcibly endure the feelings of longing.

Right now, this Black Mountain Ancestor has flown without a shadow, and I am afraid that it will not take long to exceed five hundred miles, and his little life is estimated to be lost soon.

Thinking of this, Xiaohu immediately became afraid, not afraid of death, but afraid that he would never see his parents again. He didn't dare to delay any longer, so he immediately raised his true qi, and with his memory, he ran quickly towards the village.

The Black Mountain Ancestor did not knock him out when he came to this cave, and he has been strengthening his memory all the time over the years to remember the location of his hometown.

Based on his own wandering around in the past few years, he has long calculated that his hometown is hundreds of miles away from this cave, at most, and at this moment, his cultivation is fully open, and it should not take long to arrive. It should still be possible to see your parents before the ban sets in.

Not long after Xiaohu ran out, a strong sharp pain hit his entire body. "Ah!!!" Xiaohu stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

"It seems that this Black Mountain Ancestor has already run out of the range of five hundred miles, and the ban has been attacked! No, I can't just die! I must go back to see my parents!"

Xiaohu was ruthless, his eyes were red, he forcibly endured the sharp pain in his body all the time, and raised his true qi and ran desperately towards the village. Time seems to pass very fast at this moment, and it seems to be very slow.

Xiaohu didn't know how long he had been running, he only felt that he was about to lose consciousness, and the intense pain was tormenting him all the time, and his body seemed to be torn by countless fierce beasts.

However, every time Xiaohu couldn't hold on and lost consciousness, the blood-colored true qi in his body would radiate a stream of warm energy, and the pain seemed to be suppressed a lot at this moment.

With the support of this blood-colored true qi in his body, Xiaohu gritted his teeth and ran desperately towards the countryside in his memory. At this moment, he had only one thought in his heart, that is, to die and return to the countryside to see his parents again.

A distant village has appeared in front of me, and childhood memories have flooded back in my mind. Xiaohu didn't know how long he had been running, and his body seemed to have become numb under the constant severe pain.

However, he relied on the blood-colored true qi in his body, and finally ran back before the ban was completely attacked.

Village. Five years has changed a lot, and the dried corpses in the village have long since rotted, and I don't know what structure this dried corpse has become, and it seems that even wild beasts don't eat it. Just like that, they maintained their pre-life appearance, and collapsed on the ground. All that was left was a dry skeleton with a strange posture.

Xiaohu staggered into the village, he didn't dare to delay at all, and went straight to Lu Langzhong's house, which was already in ruins, and there were dried corpses all over the house. He saw his father's bones at a glance.

Father's inseparable knife was still held in the dry bone's hand, but the person had long since decayed, and only a white bone remained. The two hollow holes in the pale skull didn't know where to look, as if they still wanted to protect their family.

Xiaohu hurried two steps and knelt in front of his father's bones, full of remorse. recalled that he was young and ignorant, and he had to pester his father to go to the vast mountain to gain some knowledge. As a result, it was precisely because he found the ancestor of the Black Mountain that his family was ruined and the whole village was destroyed.

Xiaohu wanted to cry loudly, but he felt as if the tear ducts had dried up, and not a single tear flowed at all. When people are in extreme sadness, they seem to be like this, they want to cry out loud, but they don't know why they can't cry.

Xiaohu is like this at the moment, obviously grief-stricken, but he can't shed tears. Ever since that day he saw the entire village die. He never cried again.

In the past five years, every time I think back to the beginning, Xiaohu regrets and wants to commit suicide, his parents are killed in the whole village, but he still has to recognize the thief as his father, and he secretly survives, which is really in vain as a son of man.

But it's not that he's afraid of death, it's just that there's no point in him not wanting to die. At that time, recognizing the thief as a father was only an expedient measure. Even if he fights hard, the result may just be one more ghost.

What's more, with Montenegro's cultivation, it is difficult for an eight-year-old little tiger to die. It can only be like a knife and fish, at the mercy of others. However, Xiaohu has never taken the Black Mountain Ancestor as a master over the years.

He has not forgotten the blood feud in the village, and the souls of his parents remind him all the time.

At this moment, the prohibition on Xiaohu's body has been in place for a long time, and he doesn't know how long he has left, and the five organs in his body seem to be mixed together. Mouthfuls of blood began to spit out of his mouth as if he couldn't stop it,

Xiaohu didn't dare to delay any longer, so he hurriedly picked up his father's bones and ran to the house, where his mother was located. He will bury them together.

Soon arrived at home, looking at his mother's miserable white skull, he once again came to his sorrow, the scene of the past is vivid, the scene of his mother rushing out to fight the monster to the death in order to protect herself, as if it was playing back in front of him.

Xiaohu knelt in pain in front of his mother's bones. Sadness hit his heart like a tidal wave, and bursts of stinging pain strongly stimulated his heart, and the pain in his body seemed to be no match for this sadness.

Over the years, he has struggled to survive alone in the vast mountains, and he has long thought that his will has been as strong as steel. However, the moment he saw the bones of his parents, he collapsed.

At this moment, he seemed to be back to his childhood. Running around with my parents all day long, carefree. It was the happiest time he can remember. It's a pity that all this was ended by the arrival of the Black Mountain Ancestor.

Xiaohu got up and stood up. quickly packed up the bones of his parents, and buried them together with the pain of grief and forbiddenness.

Although Xiaohu is already a cultivator of the Tongmai Realm, his power is infinite. A shovel goes down and it's a big pit. This grave was also dug for a long time.

Because his eyes had been spent, and the strength in his body was gradually losing with the onset of the prohibition, his consciousness was a little unconscious, and bursts of sleepiness mixed with pain kept coming.