The seventh red moon at the beginning of July.

The wasteland in the north is still extremely cold, the mountains are rugged, and the border near the Northern Wei Dynasty is flat, as if it has been cut off by a god.

The weather was cold.

The town of Hanjiu in Kitahara, has a not-so-friendly guest.

The inn was kicked open.

Everyone's eyes shifted to the man in the huge robe.

It was a slightly old figure, his sleek coat covering his shriveled skin, and the scribbled hat made the tall figure reveal only a pair of fierce eyes.

Pale pupils.

Heavy gasps.

There is also a mixed smell of blood.

He carried a severed sheathed knife on his back, the tip of which poured out along with his long hair, pointing diagonally at the ground.

The tall figure suppressed the candle flame in the inn, and walked with a tiger, the chains of cuffs at the ankles rubbing into fragmented sporadic fires on the ground.

He took three abrupt steps, then stopped in front of a man's seat.

The pale eyes turned slightly.

Then the wind blows!

No one could see how the sheathed knife came out.

A skull flew out with a thud and slammed into the wall at the other end of the inn.

Crimson explodes.

The man looked around silently, then sat down in his seat clinging to the headless corpse, slightly embellished his mouth with bloodstained tea.

The face under the giant hat smiled slightly.

The white pupils reflected in the tea are simple and simple.

"I don't understand it at the bottom. ”

The man lay the knife across the table and whispered.

"Since you are all from the Demon Dao, why were you able to sit here so peacefully in the previous time?"

He burst into a low chuckle.

"You should know very well that you came to the Northern Plains to rob the demonic essence blood left by that person. ”

"Since only one person can grab that drop of blood, why not die now?"

"Do you still want to drink together, talk about friendship again, and finally wait until the Rainbow Demon Mountain intervenes and takes back the essence and blood of the Rain Demon Head to that mountain, and then you are willing to choose to stop?"

The candles in the inn were lit up, and more than a dozen figures stood up.

The man smiled and pointed at them one by one.

"Nine products. ”

"Nine products. ”

"Nine products. ”

Thirteen and nine flavors.

"The two big men of Qiliang and Northern Wei are right, the great world is here. He said carefully: "Countless masterpieces have come into being, and countless masters have sprung up. ”

"But why is it that if you are as humble as you, you can also rank among the nine ranks?"

The man in the hat said in a hoarse voice: "Relying on the secret method of the Demon Dao to break through to the ninth grade, the Fly Camp Dog Gou also wants to take that person's essence and blood and contaminate the demeanor of the world?"

He looked at the figure of the thirteen qi and blood that had reached the Nine Rank realm, and suddenly smiled.

"I figured it out. ”

"You are afraid of death, you are afraid of losing. ”

He laughed like a child, showing his white teeth.

"You are afraid of the monstrous prestige of that demon during his lifetime, and even if he dies and the blood left behind is inherited by an unknown person, you still do not have the courage to face that man. ”

"It's ridiculous. ”

He shook his head and smiled: "In that case, let me send you back to the West." ”

The man in the hat stood up and took off his hat, revealing his strange face, which was half hideous and half compassionate.

The white eyes are chilling.

"The seventh of July, the Great Red Moon. ”

"It's a good day. ”

......

The tall man in the hat closed his eyes and waited in the inn for the man he was waiting for.

The inn was stained with shocking blood.

The blood stains of people in the demon path are different from normal people, and they appear more red and vivid.

Under the candlelight, the inn is bright red.

Fourteen heads, neatly stacked on the table.

And the atmosphere of the inn is a little strange.

In addition to the tall man in the hat, there was also a table of people sitting in the corner of the inn.

"Lady Hanjiu. A boy from Beiyuan, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, turned pale and said in a hoarse voice: "These demons, all of whom are the same as you, were killed like this?"

Dressed in a moon-white robe, the Cold Wine Venerable had a calm face, and glanced at the tall man in the hat with his eyes closed and recuperating without a trace.

Venerable Hanjiu was known as the three nine-rank powerhouses of the Northern Plains sixteen years ago, and even after sixteen years, his face was still young, and it seemed that the years had not left too many traces on this man.

"These demons stacked on the table can indeed barely be called a sentence of nine grades. Hanjiu Venerable said lightly: "Relying on the loss of Yangshou to break through the realm, it is still against the will of cultivation, such a breakthrough of the nine grades, even if the realm can be greatly increased, after all, it is only an external force, and the strength of the nine grades realm can be exerted, only about thirty percent." Even if it is stronger than the average eight grades, there is no hope of spying on the next realm in his life. ”

"Nalan. Hanjiu opened his mouth lightly and said, "You have seen the snow-edged immortal skills left by the Great Prophet, and you should know that the cultivation of the Demon Dao is the same path as our body refining, and we do not cultivate the vitality, but no matter which school of cultivation, after the Nine Grades, without exception, we all begin to comprehend the source and domain. Do you know why?"

The little boy named Nalan shook his head blankly.

"The Nine Pins themselves represent the Yuan Power in the Yuan cultivator's body, the demonic qi of the Demon Cultivator, and the meridians of the Body Refiner, reaching the limit that the physical body can bear, and the pinnacle of the Nine Pins is to give full play to these resources and burst out one hundred percent of their power. ”

Hanjiu smiled: "And the source and domain is to burst out a wisp of nine-rank power, or even ten, two hundred percent, or even one thousand percent. Even if it is a weak domain intent, once it is comprehended, it can at least double the power of the nine pins and burst out. ”

In addition to this, what the source and domain meanings give the practitioner is more of the ability to control oneself, to retract and contract, to open and close. ”

"Look at it. ”

The Cold Wine Venerable gently poked out two fingers, pointed at the center of Nalan's eyebrows, and then used Yuan Li.

Nalan's pupils shrank.

In the previous moment, he subconsciously wanted to take a step back, that finger only carried a trace of Yuan Force, but he still suppressed the idea of getting up.

Finally, the point is on your own eyebrows.

"You're still some way from this level. ”

Hanjiu Venerable gently lowered his fingers, looked at the complex color of the coexistence of dazed and trance in Nalan's eyes, and said with a smile: "These people sacrificed their essence and blood to forcibly cross the level of eight or nine grades, but they could only exert less than thirty percent of their strength, and in the face of a person who had comprehended the meaning of the domain, even if thirteen people joined forces, it was impossible to have a slight advantage." ”

"This person has the domain of domain meaning?" The little boy said in disbelief: "Lord Mobei King once said that in the Spring and Autumn Period, the people who could comprehend the domain meaning in the Central Plains had the most hands. Is there a place for this person?"

"Times are different. Venerable Hanjiu shook his head and said, "When Lord Mobei Wang walked in the Central Plains, it was too much worse than now. Those old monsters of the eight great families were escorted into the Buddha's remains, and the blood of the new generation is still extremely immature, Tao Wujian Zhong Yusheng is now a demon-like existence, and naturally it will not exceed the number of hands. ”

Nalan was in a trance when he heard this, and subconsciously asked, "Is it difficult to become a demon?

"No matter what era it is, it is extremely difficult to become a demon. At that time, there were only a few people who became the ninth grade, and there were very few who covered one end. Lord Hanjiu smiled slightly and said, "The current Jipin, you've seen it too." ”

This little boy, who was born and raised in the Northern Plains and aspired to become a Jiupin since he was a child, still couldn't digest such a cruel news that hit him in one breath, he gritted his teeth, turned his head with difficulty, looked at the terrifying man with fourteen Jiupin heads piled up on the table, and asked a bold question: "That Hanjiu Lord, who is stronger between you and that devil?"

Lord Hanjiu's eyebrows lowered, and he didn't answer Nalan's question.

Not far away, the hat demon with his eyes closed moved slightly, as if he wanted to open his eyes.

Lord Hanjiu patted Nalan's head and said softly, "Lord Mobei is very optimistic about you, so I will take you to observe this battle." Nalan, you will soon be fourteen years old, and the only thing that can make you a blockbuster is that coming-of-age ceremony, you have to remember that even if Beiyuan has that little prince Zhuyu in front of him, he can still tolerate other people's heads. ”

"Jiupin is far from the end, and neither is the source and domain. The Great Prophet said that on the path of cultivation, what is sought is eternal life, and whoever survives to the end will be the strongest. Venerable Hanjiu smiled, "If the blood of your new generation can grow, it is the hope that the royal court will sweep away all enemies in the future." ”

"But there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people. ”

"So whatever you see next, don't lose your fighting spirit. ”

Hanjiu-sama's smile turned a little cold, and he reached out a hand and put his arm around the little boy's shoulder.

Nalan's eyes widened, not knowing what Lord Hanjiu meant.

The man's gasp grew heavier and heavier.

Lord Hanjiu said softly, "That person is here." ”

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Dead.

Nalan didn't know who the person Hanjiu-sama was talking about.

But he clearly saw that the hated man's face began to distort, his breath began to rise, and the green tendons were exposed on his forehead.

Lord Hanjiu smiled and said, "To be exact, it was the sword that came." ”

The moment the words fell—

The door burst open!

Nalan, who was only thirteen years old, saw the scene next will forever be engraved in his mind.

A brilliant sword shadow like divine fire descended on the world, splitting an entire inn from it.

The man in the hat roared to his feet, his pale pupils were incomparably clear, carrying the anger of the whole hell, and he slashed out!

The severed knife was cut in half with a terrible slash.

Then blood was thrown into the air.

Nalan was hugged by Lord Hanjiu and appeared outside the inn in an instant.

The impression in his mind that was still in the candle flame was that fourteen nine-rank heads were thrown in the air.

The terrifying demon who created the slayer held the knife in both hands, and kept the movement of getting up and falling.

Then the little boy of thirteen years held his breath.

In front of me is the big red moon.

Frozen.

The woman in red carrying the sword box had a little red like blood on her eyebrows, and her face was beautiful and cold.

She exhaled softly.

So the entire inn in front of him fell apart.

Collect the sword.

So the terrifying demon who swung the knife to cut it was split in half.

All the way south without looking back.

The dragon and the phoenix chanted loudly and did not stop.

This stunning red-clothed barefoot walked forward, leaving behind and independent.

Lord Hanjiu's face was complicated, and he said slowly, "What is a demon you ask?"

"There she is. ”

Nalan listened to the cold wine lord sigh in a hoarse voice.

"She came from the north, and she was dressed in a blizzard. ”

The red-clothed man dragging the wind and snow went south alone under the big red moon.

It is indeed a picturesque scene of immortals.