Heavenly Demons.

I don't know when it began, the word Heavenly Demon seems to have become an invisible subject.

And Xia Xun is like a mystery in this theme that can never be guessed. Because every time a mystery is revealed, the answer is often the subject of another mystery. And the topic is like a thread, which is interwoven into an overwhelming net. Mortals standing under the net could not see it from any angle, only thinking that it was only a part of the heavenly dome. No matter how tall a master stands, there is no end in sight, so many self-righteous jokes are born. And the complex twists and overlaps in the wrong are more likely to make people hallucinate, thinking that it is a structure composed of countless threads...

As everyone knows, there has never been only one thread.

It's always in the hands of the layout.

And now, someone is following the line and gradually exploring the right direction.

The northern veins of Fang Cun were gradually completely covered by the dark clouds that wanted to inflict heavy rain, and it was dark, lightning and thunder, and when you smell the sultry heat in the wind, you know that this rain must be very large. It is so big that it even faintly spreads to Chang'an City, which is tens of thousands of miles away...

That is the territory of Datang that can never be violated.

Not even rain or shine.

Chang'an City.

The sky is gloomy, and there seems to be a prelude to the coming storm.

Under the gloomy sky, countless dragonflies flutter and wander, occasionally landing on the surface of the lake with their slender tails. The sparrows had no intention of foraging for food, and hurried to return home, flapping their wings desperately despite the fact that the wind had reversed. Before the rain fell, the previously calm Zhenwu Lake was dotted with countless ripples by yellow croakers that came out to exhale, just like the feeling of rain. The blue waves on the lake are still rippling, but the boating tourists have already shouted for the boater to dock quickly, otherwise the rain really falls, and the boat will not be good.

On the shore of Aoyagi Lake, the breeze is rippling, and the warmth implies some humidity.

The streets and alleys are crowded with pedestrians, and there is a figure in this hurried flow of people who is particularly special.

He was supposed to be an old man because he walked slowly. Each step was no more than two feet, like a turtle crawling with difficulty on its back on a mountain. The thick gray linen cloak almost completely concealed his countenance, and there was no hair or eyes in sight, only a faint scarlet smile hidden in the cloak. He was covered in tattered linen, with only two dry palms like eagle talons exposed. Shriveled and old, with a red vine cane in his hand.

This person is very strange, everyone else is in a hurry to find a place to shelter from the rain at this time.

And he walked alone through the streets without changing his rhythm, as if waiting for the rain.

This person was none other than the self-proclaimed corpse collector who entered Chang'an City through the South City Gate a month ago. This person is really strange, he has been walking like this since he entered Chang'an City. Day and day, rain or shine, he never stopped or communicated with others, and he never even ate a bite of dry food. Some say he was a beggar from outside. Some people also said that he was a scholar who had failed the list and had gone crazy. But lately, no one has said him anymore...

It took him more than a month to walk all the way from the north of the city to the west of the city.

Finally today, I walked to Zhenwu Mountain.

"Stop!"

There was still a long distance away from Zhenwu Mountain, and the Zhenwu disciples on duty guarding the mountain had already noticed this strange man with suspicious appearance. And when the strange man walked nearly forty zhang in front of the archway of Zhenwu Mountain, the shouting of the Zhenwu disciple suddenly started. But the comers did not stop moving forward because of the drinking, and the rhythm and distance of the steps remained the same.

Zhenwu Mountain is the Sword Sect of the world, and its status is noble, just like the pure yang of the Dao Ancestor. Of course, the vision of the disciples is higher than that of ordinary sects. The true martial arts disciple guarding the mountain was not timid because of the strangeness of the comer, but felt that his face was damaged, and immediately put his hand on the hilt of the sword behind his back, pointed at the strange man and warned him from afar: "Whoever is coming, report your name!"

"Ancient burials. The strange man replied nonchalantly.

"Ancient burials?"

The True Martial Disciple felt a little familiar when he heard this name at first glance, as if he had never heard of it. But he didn't think about it for a while, he thought it was his own delusion, so he didn't think much about it, and then asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Come and collect the body. ”

"Whew..."

The voice was not loud, slightly hoarse and slow, and a strange wind blew when the words fell.

When the True Martial Disciple heard this, his expression suddenly turned cold. This strange man is talking wildly, and it is clear that he has bad intentions. And with the two sentences of dialogue back and forth, the strange man was already more than twenty zhang away at this time, which was a dangerous distance for most martial artists. The True Martial Disciple sensed that something was wrong, and immediately shouted: "I don't care who you are, but True Martial Mountain is not a place where you can spill." If you know each other, turn around and leave!"

The strange man took a heavy step and replied word by word...

"After collecting the body, I will leave. ”

"Presumptuous!"

"Boom!"

In front of Zhenwu Mountain, how can you tolerate a small provocation?

The strange people were rampant, and repeated warnings were fruitless, and the true martial disciples guarding the mountain were too lazy to talk nonsense.

Stepping on the ground, he flew out, holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, turning his left hand into a claw, and grabbing it towards the right shoulder of the strange man! The distance of more than ten zhang is coming in a blink of an eye, and this true martial disciple should be merciful, the heavy sword does not come out, and he only wants to subdue the offender with his bare hands. But the moves he used were also extremely fierce, and with one claw, there was a hidden blue wind breaking through the air!

"Hmm..."

It's just that the weirdo didn't pay attention to the attacking moves at all.

As if only a faint gust of wind was coming his way, he still took a step forward as always...

And when it was too late, it was too fast, and the claws of the wind broke through with the blue mang, and the true martial disciples who attacked immediately felt that something was wrong. Because, his move was to capture rather than slash, but under one claw, he didn't feel the existence of the real thing at all, but instead the palm of his hand went down the castration and cut it directly from the right shoulder of the strange man to his waist!

"Sha..."

But I saw that the strange man who was almost cut into two pieces after being caught turned into nothingness in the blink of an eye like a burst of light and shadow.

Before the True Martial Disciples could stop their hands, they felt the wind blowing over their shoulders and a chill on their backs. He hurriedly looked back, only to see that the strange man who was standing in front of him actually appeared out of thin air behind the archway of the mountain gate at this time! Holding a rattan cane in his hand, he was not in a hurry, as if nothing had happened, and he still walked forward with heavy steps.

In an instant, at such a fast speed...

Seeing this, how could the true martial disciples guarding the mountain not know that this strange person was a hidden power?

He is in the middle of the skyrocketing realm, and he is the best at grappling, and as long as he is allowed to take the lead in the same realm, he will be ten and nine stable. But not only did he fail with one claw before, but the person who came disappeared in an instant under his nose! Even the elders in the True Martial Mountain who were good at their physical skills could not have such speed.

"Wow..."

Knowing that the weirdos are strong, they can't match them.

The True Martial Disciple didn't think much about it, and without hesitation, he pulled out the heavy sword on his back vigorously, and the sword was in the air, slashing out six sword shadows!

The six swords were cast in succession, cutting through the sky and clouds, and blooming light blue waves in the sky at a height of hundreds of zhang.

"Enemy attack?"

"Am I right?"

The six swords are in the air, this is the signal when Zhenwu Mountain is attacked by the enemy.

Slash six waves of qi through the clouds, spreading the gray sky into six blue rings. Everywhere on the mountain, in the Taoist forest, all the Taoists who saw the news of the battle were surprised, but no one hesitated, everyone almost instantly put down the objects in their hands, raised their feet and stepped forward, turned into afterimages and swept down the mountain one after another!

Suddenly, the shadows of the wild people all over the mountains flew, like ants coming out of the nest!

At the same time, in the Sanqing Stone Hall located on the southwest peak of Zhenwu, dozens of white-haired old Taoists sitting alone on the edge of the Qinglian Pond opened their wrinkled old eyes almost at the same moment. Even though it was nearly ten miles away from the mountain gate, no one had ever witnessed the scene outside, but just when the true martial disciple failed to capture the claws, and the strange man stepped out of the hundred-zhang step, all the realms here secretly smelled a breath that made people's hearts tremble...

This breath is very familiar.

"Break into Zhenwu Mountain. ”

"How many years has this not happened?"

"I remember the last time Lu Fengxian came to worship the mountain, right?"

"The person who came seemed familiar. ”

"It's supposed to be an ancient burial. ”

"Let's go check it out. ”

“......”

The old Taoist hurriedly got up and walked out of the stone hall.

Looking down at the cliff, all over the mountains and forests, the figure leaps.

The pale blue air is scattered and dense, just like someone sprinkling incense bait on a fish pond to attract fish to the mountain pass.

And the thin figure on the stone path is particularly amazing.

But seeing that his steps were steady, there were still no more than two feet between his feet, and the cane in his hand moved like an old turtle climbing. Even though the mountains are all around, the sword flashes, and countless figures are like carp chasing food, and they are not only flying towards the strange man. But every time he saw that his sword qi fists and feet were about to hit his body, the strange man would disappear in place inexplicably, and appear more than a hundred zhang away out of thin air. From beginning to end, the movements were the same, and even the breath was not a little short. He is like a gust of wind, coming and going without a trace, no matter how fierce the sword is, no matter how fast it is, it cannot be grasped.

"It's really an ancient burial. ”

Two months after entering Beijing, he finally came to worship the mountain. ”

Horror and confusion were like a bowl of splashed ink, and at the same time bloomed on the faces of the old Taoists in front of the Sanqing Stone Palace.

Although the visitor was dressed in a linen robe, and almost no one could see his face, but his strange outfit still set off their memories.

The one who came was undoubtedly a saint.

There are only eighteen saints in the world, scheming and wise doctors, voodoo divination corpses, three swords and one sword, and secret battles and charms. They all worship the immortals, and they are all employed in Penglai, and all of them are powerful people. And the one who is now is the head of the five saints of Xishu, the witch in the voodoo corpse vessel. The Lord of Wushan, Wuzu - Ancient Burial!

Now when the world is changing, the ghost plot falls, Xia Yuan returns to the south, King An rebels, Shoushan breaks the dragon, covers the sky and buries the soul, and the immortal reappears, one earth-shattering event, like a thunderstorm that has been suppressed for decades, and it is heavy and permeated in the sky above the territory of the Tang Dynasty. Saints, as the most pinnacle force in the world, their every move will pull the string that is tightened under the wind, rain and thunderstorm, especially the king who rules the world. At any time, as the king of a country, he would never allow his supreme throne to be threatened in the slightest, let alone allow a saint to appear in Chang'an, Kyoto, during such an extremely sensitive period of time.

However, the ancient burial came.