The night was deep, and the soft moonlight poured down on the earth, covering the whole world with a faint silver glow. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Suddenly, a dark cloud hit, obscuring most of the moon, leaving only a faint light, darkness shrouded the earth, and the world fell into darkness.

A small mountain village abandoned by the plague seemed to be targeted by some terrible existence, and the rats roaming around the deserted village ran back to their nests in panic, not daring to move. A man walked slowly into the village.

The man was wearing a black robe that enveloped his entire body, and a silver mask covered the bridge of his nose and above. Only the skin exposed is as clear as jade, so that people can judge that his age is definitely not very large, and maybe it may be a woman.

The village is isolated in the middle of a forested mountain, on the side of the largest mountain in the region, surrounded by either dense forests or heavy rocks.

The deserted village is overgrown with weeds, rats and ants are rampant, broken rocks and ruins can be seen everywhere, and huge spiders sting quietly under the eaves, waiting for their prey. The whole village was lifeless, dead silent. A gust of wind blew, chilling all over the body.

The silver-faced man looked at this desolate mountain village and let out a chuckle: "The mountain village that died due to the plague is really a heavy grievance, such a heavy spirit!" The silver-faced man walked slowly, and for some reason, he had never been to this village, but he seemed to have a goal, and walked in unison.

The moon, obscured by dark clouds in the night sky, sprinkled the moonlight again, and the deserted village was clearly visible in the moonlight. The moonlight invaded the ruined houses of the deserted village, and a white skeleton was revealed under the moonlight, making the lonely, empty and cold deserted village even more gloomy and terrifying. Facing the full moon, a few wolf howls came from time to time in the mountains and forests, distant and wide.

The final destination of the silver-faced people has arrived, it is a cemetery, the resting place of the ancestors in the deserted village! The graves are overgrown with weeds, and the tombstones have lost their handwriting due to age, and their origins cannot be verified! About half of the tombstones are mutilated, perhaps because of the heavy rain or the collision of wild beasts. This is enough to show the long history of this cemetery!

The silver-faced man jumped slightly, like a wisp of wind falling on a complete tombstone in the cemetery, and stood with his feet parted. He closed his eyes, and his hands formed a kind of mysterious handprint, quietly waiting for something. Suddenly, the air seemed to be shaking, as if something was about to be halfway born. Silently, strands of gray gas emerged from the grave, as thin as a hair's hair and as flexible as a small snake floating in the air.

The silver-faced man looked at the gossamer in the sky and smiled mysteriously. As soon as the seal in his hand changed, the gray silk thread was like a child who had found its mother, rushing to him. Gray threads burrowed through his body, as if they had found a home, and fell silent within him. The full moon served as a foil for him, and the darkness gave him a background, as if he had become the only protagonist between heaven and earth. With the increase of gray lines, the gradual gray lines have wrapped him, and then there is no gap, which looks particularly eerie under the moonlit night!

In the deserted village, a gray thread also crawled out of a white skeleton, and the silver-faced man rushed to the air in the air.

At this time, the noisy insect chirping in the mountains and forests also stopped, and the insects also seemed to have encountered natural enemies, trembling and not daring to squeak. Even the ferocious wolves near the deserted village lay in their dens and did not dare to make a sound. The deserted village fell into absolute silence, but something seemed to be brewing in the silence......

The moon is still splashing with silver light, bringing a little life to the black night, and time passes little by little under the witness of the moon.

It had been a long time before all the thin gray threads had been incorporated into the Silver-Faced Man's body. His eyes were still closed, and his hands were sealed. Suddenly, the silver-faced man opened his eyes, and at the same time, the momentum on his body was rising, like a coiled dragon opening his eyes!

The silver-faced man moved, dragging out a sky of phantoms in the graveyard, and the graveyard was full of them! The strange thing is that these phantoms did not dissipate with the silver-faced man's distance and the passage of time, and his eyes revealed the spirituality of ordinary people, as if they had independent thoughts. The silver-faced man looked at the three hundred phantoms and smiled slightly: "The Triple Perfection of the Ten Thousand Shadows Body Method of the Imperial Shadow is complete!"

Listening to his laughter, this person was clearly a young man with a weak crown! The man's eyes looked at the three hundred phantoms, and his heart moved, and the phantoms were divided into three strands, colliding with each other and merging with each other. Between the phantom fusions, the body becomes more and more solid. After the three hundred phantoms finally merged into three figures, the illusory feeling they gave people completely disappeared, and they became three real people.

The silver-faced figure stands on the tombstone, and the three doppelgangers are below. One person gently went up and down, grabbed a night sparrow flying in mid-air, his right palm was slightly bent, but it was not closed, the night sparrow vibrated its wings rapidly, but it was completely useless, and he could not escape his palm; one man and one elbow pressed against a tombstone next to him, and the tombstone was wrapped around it and hit the mountain rock behind the cemetery, and the "boom" tombstones were all shattered; the last person gently grabbed the five hugging trees beside him with one paw, and with a slight claw, the trunks of the five trees were all broken, and "bang" fell to the ground. The silver-faced man himself chuckled, looked at the three doppelgangers, and as soon as his spiritual thoughts moved, the bodies of the three doppelgangers immediately shrank rapidly, smaller than dust, and finally the three doppelgangers were as thin as a millimeter from the center of the silver-faced man's eyebrows into the silver-faced man's body. The black lotus mark on the center of the silver-faced man's eyebrows loomed......

"How brilliant the human race was in ancient times! There were countless broken people! The three Taoist statues: Taiqing Taishang, Yuqing Yuanshi, and Shangqing Tongtian. Two Buddhist Figures: Introduction, Quasi-mention. Three Emperors: Emperor Fuxi, Emperor Shennong, and Emperor Xuanyuan. Sage Suiren, Nuwa, Zhenyuan...... How many people in the world today have achieved shattering? The boxing god Tang Zheng, the sword saint Jifei, and the sword saint Chixuan...... There will be no more than 30 people in the Mandaman! Alas, since the Heavenly Demon was broken, no one has broken it for a thousand years, who can be the next brokenman? My Underworld lineage has had fatal flaws since it was passed down, old ghost, I dare not say that I will definitely be able to fulfill the will of the ancestors of all generations, maybe you may die in vain! But since this is your will, I will do my best to complete it, anyway, this life is also given by you, and it is a big deal to return it to you!" The silver-masked man stood in place and muttered to himself

"Broken! As long as you are a person who practices martial arts, who doesn't want to be broken? Old ghost, you said that I am the most talented disciple since the inheritance of the Hades Gate, and I also want to see which one is stronger or weaker between me and the Heavenly Demon, who is known as the strongest talent! I also want to see if I can break the curse of the Hades Gate, after all, ...... Alas......" muttered the silver-faced man.

The silver-faced man raised his head, and happened to meet the eyes of a crow on the dead tree, a black light flashed in the silver-faced man's eyes, and the crow's eyes froze, and he stupidly parted towards the silver-faced man, and finally landed on the silver-faced man's palm. The silver-faced man smiled slightly, and gently tossed the crow in his hand, causing the crow to fly into the sky. With a silver-faced smile in his eyes, the crow flew higher and higher towards the moon, flying farther and farther, and I don't know where it flew!