Since ancient times, a sect or force can develop like this for a long time, not only by its rising strength and the talents who occasionally come out of nowhere, but also by relying on the continuous development and growth of the background step by step to become a famous sect that attracts much attention, not only the Qianlong Mansion, Qingtian Palace and Purple Annihilation Pavilion and other famous and decent sects, even those demon cults known as the demon cults, including the Heaven Robbery Sect, the Ming Palace, etc., almost all follow similar development laws and come to this day.

When a sect reaches its peak and has a strong foundation that no one can shake, it will derive many rituals, laws, etc., and even some things will be passed down from generation to generation as a symbol, and its status is unshakable.

In the past, it should have been thousands of years ago, when the Demon Sect had not yet split, it could be said that there were many heroes, even those famous sects known as the pillars of the righteous path did not dare to touch its edge, it is rumored that at that time, the then sect leader passed down a token, and that token is the identity symbol of the demon sect leader, and it can even be said that as long as you have this token, and your own strength is also very outstanding, you can command the demon sect thousands of sect members, even if you become the sect leader, it is not too much.

And it is rumored that there is a mysterious power hidden in that token, and no one has been able to crack it so far, stumped countless geniuses, and it has been going around for thousands of years, and the token is now unknown where it has been lost, and there are rumors in the rivers and lakes that if you can get that token, you can command the Demon Sect again, and it is expected to be unified.

That token is a ring, a purple gold ring.

A faint purple-gold light flickered in Jing Fan's palm, and in the canyon where the moonlight could not enter, there seemed to be only this star-dotted light left in the entire heaven and earth, which seemed to be insignificant, and the darkness continued to rush to the purple gold light, but it was never extinguished.

In the darkness, Jing Fan's face twitched, a look of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he slowly closed his eyes, and the little purple gold light also disappeared, Jing Fan hugged the darkness and fell asleep, not knowing whether to look for light or go to a darker place.

The darkness is always cold and damp, even in the outside world, ordinary people can hardly bear the loneliness and cold of the night, not to mention in this blizzard in the snowy abyss of the North Styx, fortunately, Jing Fan found a safe haven, fortunately, in the middle of the night, there is no wind and snow here, fortunately, Jing Fan seems to have become accustomed to loneliness.

Jing Fan clinged to the stone wall behind him, although it was cold and abnormal, he also had a special kind of reliance, his hands were tightly held, left and right, there was no trace of light, there was a feeling of loneliness and coldness, the darkness even gave people an illusion, the abyss was within reach of him, as long as he turned over slightly, he would fall down. The top and bottom are empty, and the lonely cliff hangs over the cliff.

It seems that the whole world is left with him at this moment, and of course, in this world, he is indeed the only one left.

The darkness was like a tide, wave after wave, tumbling and lapping, as if something strange was writhing, circling, struggling below, whistling silently in the darkness, little by little, surging upwards.

Darkness and coldness kept coming, Jing Fan closed his eyes tightly, his snort panted slightly, and his expression on his face became relaxed, he had a dream, a dream as long as a late night.

Jing Fan dreamed that when he was young, when his mother had not yet died, he was still a babbling child, he rarely saw his father, and he pestered his mother every day, crying, noisy, happy, innocent.

When he grew up a little, although he grew up a little, he was only two or three years old, at that time, in addition to his father who rarely saw him, even his mother could not see him for a long time, he cried and made trouble to find his mother, but the people around him were helpless in addition to being indifferent, and they seemed to be deliberately avoiding him. Avoiding him, the little boy experienced loneliness for the first time, and after a few days, I don't know if it was God's mercy, or if the parents suddenly remembered that they had a son, and in the empty courtyard where he lived, a little girl came.

The little girl looks like she is eight or nine years old, although she is also a child, but she is much more mature than Jing Fan, who has just learned to speak and walk, it may be that she is sympathetic, a two or three-year-old boy and an eight or nine-year-old girl seem to be at first sight, and the two lonely and cold souls seem to be warming up a little bit.

After that day, the two lived and played together, the little girl took care of Jingfan's diet and daily life, although she was still young, but everything was well organized, and the innocent years seemed to be back.

Maybe God can't see that someone is happy, the good times don't last long, one day, a man came to this courtyard, looking at the little boy and the little girl who were playing and playing, the cold and serious man's face actually had a warm face, he has always been decisive for the first time felt hindered, he hesitated, but this hesitation was only a flash.

He took the little boy away, no one stopped him, even the little girl who stayed with Jing Fan all day could only watch from afar, she stood in the corner on the side, her eyes were cold and abnormal, because no one could stop the man, he was Jing Fan's father, the man who had the right and the way to be a man of man.

Since that day, Jing Fan has never seen that girl again, and he has completely lost the news of his mother, maybe he has already forgotten his mother's appearance at a young age.

He left the courtyard where he had lived for a few years, was taken away by his father, and took him to an unknown place, the bamboo sea was turbulent, the wind was cold, he was handed over by his father to another man, under the tall back of his father, Jing Fan slowly poked his head out, saw the appearance of that person clearly, his eyes were a little dazed, and even a little timid, but he seemed to know something ignorantly, and he could never go back to the place before.

"Ahh

The darkness struck again, Jing Fan woke up, his back was already soaked in cold sweat, his body was even colder, shivering, he gasped heavily, subconsciously tightened his clothes, the night still did not pass, the surroundings were still like a fog-like undercurrent, a terrible cry resounded from below the canyon, Jing Fan's pupils shrank, hesitated for a moment, looked down, the darkness covered everything, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

The night was too deep and too thick to make it impossible to see what was in the darkness below, but the breath coming from the space below him was unusually majestic and strong, which made Jing Fan spontaneously have the illusion that he was as tiny as an ant.

At that moment, countless thoughts flashed through Jing Fan's mind in an instant, and he also thought of the most important reason that made this Northern Stygian Snow Abyss a forbidden place in the world, that is, in addition to the harsh and cold wind and snow in this mountain, there were also those mysterious demon beasts that were unimaginably powerful.

According to legend, these most powerful demon beasts are all xenomorphs that have existed since ancient times, hidden in the hidden corners of the Northern Stygian Snow Abyss, and their strength is extremely powerful, even with the most powerful great cultivators of the human race, and may even surpass them.

Jing Fan suddenly thought of something that made his heart jump suddenly, if it was that day, the Heavenly Demon Hall dispatched these ancient demon beasts, then would the Qianlong Mansion still exist?

Jing Fan settled down, he didn't know if there was such a terrifying beast in the canyon under him at the moment, but from the feeling of it, he felt that it was very likely, because such a terrifying aura and huge momentum could be said to be the only one he had ever seen in his life.

At this moment, it seemed that the entire canyon was trembling and shaking, and Jing Fan clearly felt that the stone wall behind him was also trembling.

At that moment of lightning, he finally suppressed all his fears and impulses, and with unimaginable concentration, he clinged to the cold stone wall, and opened his eyes wide, looking at the dark world in front of him.

The darkness rolled like a tide, and the terrible roar from far and near made people shudder, and the mountains began to tremble, and then the rumbling sound came from the depths of the earth, roaring, as if something had crept up from the depths of the earth. With each step, it seems to have crossed a large stone wall, making the darkness thicker and the Kuroshio Tide more turbulent.

Jing Fan's body began to tremble, as if it was instinctive fear, the muscles on Jing Fan's body were twisting and trembling, the blood flow accelerated, and there was even a feeling that he was going to jump up and run for his life in the next moment.

The night was dark and cold, the black tide danced wildly, the black shadow was crazy, and in the corner of the shadows, the shadow as tiny as an ant was still holding on, silently enduring it.

When the darkness boiled to the extreme, when the mountain peaks shook violently, an indescribable breath suddenly rushed out of the ground, Jing Fan looked very closely, but he couldn't see clearly anyway, everything was covered by darkness, but the darkness itself seemed to be connected, slowly rising from the crack in the ground not far from him.

It felt as if as long as Jing Fan stretched out his hand, maybe he could touch the monster in the darkness, they were so close that it was as if life and death were only a line between life.

When that boundless darkness surged above this mysterious canyon, a terrible long roar came from the top of the mountain, and the sound shook the wilderness, and the mountains shook.

Large and small stones fell one after another on the cliff, Jing Fan endured the pain of being hit by the stones, and while trying his best to maintain his balance, he suddenly muttered a curse in his mouth, but no one could hear what he was scolding.

Jing Fan gasped and froze in place, his eyes were always staring at the darkness in front of him, and he didn't notice that in the dark corner of the cliff path not far away, a petite figure was walking towards him step by step.