The spring cold is steep, and the cold kills the young! The fierce wind in the high altitude blew Xiao Yunyi's clothes dance wildly, and his little face turned white. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Obviously, in the face of this vast natural might, his cultivation that was only in the Qi cultivation period could not be completely resisted, but it was very hard.

But the children who are full of only thinking about going home don't care. As the son of man, Xiao Yun can still control the biting cold in this upcoming first sacrifice day. I just hope that the colorful sword light of the ancestor can be faster, and I can't wait to return to my father's grave immediately.

It's a pity that Yuanying Zhenjun is so powerful and swift with his sword light that it took more than half an hour to travel tens of thousands of miles before Xiao Yun could see the small mountain village of his hometown haunted by dreams from a distance in the morning sun that was already hanging high. Although this Xiao Jiayuan is his most painful sadness, where can he forget for a moment?

In the excited call of the returning wanderer, Chongxiao Zhenjun descended a sword light ten miles away from the village according to Xiao Yun's words. Immediately, the grandfather and grandson ran straight towards the new grave on the hill in the child's heart. Xiao Yun, who even forgot to speed up the wind, can see that his heart is surging at this time!

However, Chong Xiao Zhenjun was not surprised, but he was a little envious. This nearly 2,000-year-old naughty boy has not known how many relatives and friends he has hurt in his long life. In the old soul that was already numb with pain, I was afraid that I would have more desire for this word than Xiao Yun.

So the two cultivators walked at that rapid pace, like mortals, to the burial place of Xiangyang on the ten-mile slope. It's just that he is still far away from the tombs of his relatives, but Xiao Yun, who was originally running wildly, instantly became a nerd. Just because there were only a few big pits in his eyes from afar, the big tomb that had been newly repaired for less than a year was gone.

Looking at the burial ground in front of him, which seemed to have been arched countless times by 10,000 wild boars, Xiao Yun, who couldn't believe it, thought that he had come to the wrong place, and kept blaming himself for going the wrong way, and even forgetting his parents' tombs so quickly. Then the self-deceived child began to look for the top of the slope again.

It is a pity that in the more and more rapid steps, in the extreme panic and anxiety, in the fear that gradually rises, as if the wanderer is crazy, he has stepped on every inch of land on the top of the small slope, and the result is naturally self-evident, and some are only the result that no matter how much he searches, he can never find it again.

Chong Xiao Zhenjun looked at Xiao Yun, who should have been heartbroken, but now he was just standing in dementia, the old naughty's laughing expression was gone, and the fiery anger in his heart grew stronger. Such an accident is obviously the work of Xiao Yun's enemy, and this vicious thing of digging people's ancestral graves is really not something that people can do!

How can this filthy thing in the world escape the eyes of this old man who has lived for nearly 2,000 years? But the angry ancestor in his heart acted in his own way, and now is not the time to inspire this child to be even more sad and angry, and this child cannot be allowed to suffer that irreparable spiritual wound!

So Chong Xiao Zhenjun hurriedly performed the technique of calming his mind, appeased Xiao Yun, and did his best to make this child who seemed to be just sluggish, but in fact didn't know how to be sad and angry in his heart, to be able to calm down. So in this graveless burial place, except for the whimpering sound of the wind blowing the leaves, it was dead and silent.

It wasn't until nearly half an hour later that the child who had been subjected to continuous surgery to stabilize his mood did not have some movement. Xiao Yun, who had lost his soul, turned around slowly, looked at the old ancestor with godless eyes, and seemed to want to say something, but after a long time, he couldn't say a word.

Chong Xiao Zhenjun saw Xiao Yun's appearance as if he couldn't even speak at this time, how could he not understand this child's broken heart. The old man stepped forward and reached out to put his arm around Xiao Yun's shoulder, patting the child's back gently, and then began to have words of comfort.

"Xiao Yunzi, don't be too anxious! Maybe your brother has come back and buried your father and mother in a better cemetery. Don't get excited, go back to the village and ask what happened. ”

Hearing the comforting words of the old ancestor, the sad Xiao Yun rekindled a little hope in his heart, and immediately the two of them left Shilipo and rode the wind in the direction of the village, and soon came to Xiaojiayuan.

But as soon as the ancestors and grandsons entered the village, a few villagers who saw Xiao Yun's return immediately hid far away, as if seeing this child was like encountering a plague god, and they were afraid that if they came into contact with Xiao Yun, they would invite endless disasters. Some even turned around immediately and ran away, but they didn't say half a word, which looked very weird.

Seeing this, Xiao Yun felt that the fear of his guess became clearer and clearer. At the moment, I didn't care about going back to the house where there was no one anymore, so I hurried to the second dog's house to ask. He was greeted by a hurried journey, but it was empty, and the once familiar dilapidated farmhouse had long since burned to the ground.

Looking at the completely ruined home of his little brother in front of him, Xiao Yun had already confirmed the guess in his heart. But now Xiao Yun is no longer the fragile child of the year ago, he just narrowed his bloodshot eyes, turned around in silence and walked in the direction of his home, but he was not slow or in a hurry.

Chong Xiao Zhenjun can understand Xiao Yun's abnormal performance when he sees it, the anger and hatred in this child's heart are only afraid that they have reached the extreme, but now they can't add fuel to the fire. Otherwise, if you accidentally fall into the magic barrier because of anger and hatred, it won't be fun, and you will easily enter the demon path and ruin your life!

It's a pity that this Yuan Infant Ancestor doesn't know that Xiao Yun has cultivated the Supreme Demon Thought Dafa, how can he be fascinated by the Demon Barrier? I'm afraid that this little monster will turn all the enemies into madmen in a fit of anger, which can be regarded as mercy. But obviously, with Xiao Yun's current character, he will only do the extreme thing of killing and refining his soul, be merciful?

The old naughty boy who was worried about Xiao Yun was deeply afraid of Xiao Yun's rebirth at this time, so he immediately caught up with the child who was silently moving forward and cast a few calming techniques in a row, and his mouth was also persuading: "Xiao Yunzi, this human world is a fixed number, don't be too sad, you have to control your anger! Don't let the demon lose your mind, otherwise you will be the one who suffers." ”

Xiao Yun didn't hear the advice of his ancestors, neither angry nor sad, and he didn't even have a small expression. This abnormal calm makes people see it, and they can't help but think, I guess the walking dead that people often talk about is nothing more than that!

Xiao Yun, who had already had a similar experience, didn't know if he didn't hear it, or didn't want to speak at all, and continued to walk in silence without any reaction, Xiao Yun was just immersed in his emotions, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and there were some signs of unconscious action.

Seeing Xiao Yun's reaction at this time, Chong Xiao Zhenjun sighed secretly. He knew that no matter how much he tried to persuade him at this time, it would be useless, this poor child could only go through this hurdle by himself, and the ordeal of this mental path was something that outsiders wanted to help but could not help, and it would only add to the chaos.

In silence, Xiao Yun seemed to suddenly remember that there was still an old ancestor, and turned his head towards Chongxiao Zhenjun with a smile that was more ugly than crying. After doing this, which was a belated reply, there was no other indication, and he continued to walk in the direction of his own house in the village.

After a while, an old man and a young man came to Xiao Yun's former home in the village. Maybe this place can't be called home anymore, because this place, like Ergouzi's house at the entrance of the village, has also been burned to a white ground, and it is obvious that this should be the same person's work.

At this moment, looking at his non-existent home, the hatred in his heart is like Xiao Yun, who is rolling in the raging waves, or the little face that is dead and calm, and the abnormal calm. Since June last year, too many experiences have made this ten-year-old child numb, and the child who is a year older in hatred, anger, and crisis, and his unique twisted mind has been formed.

Xiao Yun, who was silent, did not show any anger or sadness, but just stood quietly in front of the former door and seemed to be thinking. But no one knows what this poor child is thinking.

And at this moment, Xiao Yun is in the midst of harm, and great changes are taking place that outsiders don't know. His demonic thoughts, which had taken three months of hard cultivation to achieve true understanding, had difficulty in reaching the first level of the realm, and at this time it seemed to be boiling, and there was a faint tendency to make Xiao Yun go crazy. Fortunately, the child who has been grieving for a long time is precocious and strong, so that his mind is not lost and his mind is not controlled.

Chong Xiao Zhenjun looked at Xiao Yun's purple and red eyes that were flashing like blood, and he couldn't know the inconsistency between the child's appearance and the inside. But as long as he is a person, he can't stand it, how can he persuade him? This miserable child is indeed too pitiful! Let him first calm his troubled mind.

So the old naughty boy's concentration technique never stopped, and one after another brilliance fell on Xiao Yun, who was silent. It's just that Xiao Yun is like a puppet as always, and I don't know if it has any effect, but at least Xiao Yun didn't fall into madness.

After a long time, Xiao Yun, who was still standing, finally took action, and turned his head like a resurrected child and asked softly: "Ancestor, can this person only suffer if he lives? Why do I have to be bullied all the time? Is it because I am too incompetent? Or am I such a life, I can only live more uncomfortable than death?"

When Chong Xiao Zhenjun heard Xiao Yun's well-organized words, he also secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and immediately replied: "Xiao Yunzi, this person is born with a hard life! Don't you see that the child was born from his mother's womb, and he cried first? Therefore, when people live, they must do things that make themselves happy, and those who should be forgotten must learn to forget." ”

The old Dao's words suddenly made Xiao Yun fall into silence again, and Chong Xiao Zhenjun was about to speak again, but in his consciousness, he suddenly found a peeping figure behind the thatched house on the side. Immediately, the essence of the small slitted eyes flashed, and he instantly pinched a trick seal, and then took the sneaky snooper from more than ten feet away.

"Immortals... The immortal master spared his life......"

The snoopers captured by the Void were obviously frightened, this fairy-like method was indeed too amazing, even if the eight-foot-tall man was bowed to the ground, his mouth kept begging for mercy.

Xiao Yun, who was silent, heard this familiar voice, and suddenly came back to his senses, and looked at it as an acquaintance. This pockmarked man is not Luo Sanpao, the master of the Iron Wolf Society, who else can he be? It's just that how could this person appear here? Could it be that what happened in his own family has anything to do with him?

"You are Luo Sanpao, do you know who dug my parents' graves, and who burned my house with Ergouzi?" Xiao Yun looked at this acquaintance who had been together for a few days, and immediately asked, and his bloody eyes suddenly lit up.

"Little Immortal Master! I really didn't do it, I didn't dig your father's grave!" Luo Sanpao was obviously scared half to death, this immortal fight, and he was forced to work hard, hahaha, can't he suffer?

"Oh...... then you should know who did it? Come on, if you didn't do evil, I'll let Xiao Yunzi not bother with you. After all, Chong Xiao Zhenjun was old and spicy, and he immediately found clues from Luo Sanpao's words.

"I didn't do it, I... I was also forced to come! It's all Zhou Xing, the second child of the Zhou family, I don't know how he can also cultivate immortals. Early... A month ago, he and what was it called... What kind of immortal master did it together, and all the people in our Iron Wolf Society were killed by them! I was left with a small life, and they asked me to guard here, and if I found you, I would use this report. ”

After Luo Sanpao said these words tremblingly, he took out a black thousand mile talisman from the intimate place in his arms, and knelt and raised it above his head to show evidence.

Xiao Yun, who finally figured out the identity of the enemy, suddenly burst into anger, and he couldn't imagine that this week's family had slipped through the net and made his parents unable to rest in peace. Originally, the uncontrollable hatred in his heart became higher and higher, and he immediately took the Qianli talisman from Luo Sanpain's hand and drank it violently.

"Are they the corpses? Where are they?"

"It's... It's the Corpse Faction...... He... They have... There are two immortals... Immortal Master, it's in Yezhou City...... Spare your life!" Luo Sanpao faced the angry Xiao Yun, fearing that his life would not be guaranteed, so he finally collapsed to the ground and finished speaking.

Xiao Yun heard the whereabouts of the enemy, and what else did Luo Sancang care about, so he turned around and rode the wind towards Yezhou City, which was more than thirty miles away. Xiao Yun's extremely fast action change, even Chong Xiao Zhenjun on the side saw it, and then quickly chased after it.

At this time, Xiao Yun had completely forgotten all other things, and even the Bo Xun True Solution, which had started to operate on its own due to his extreme emotional outburst, had not noticed it, and at this moment, in Xiao Yun's sea of consciousness, a faint demonic thought was growing rapidly.

So this demonic thought, which was originally just boiling, but had no power, and was just a mass of depressed emotions, began to change, and gradually became spiritual in Xiao Yun's sea of consciousness. As Xiao Yun's anger and hatred became more and more intense, his reason was gradually pushed to a desperate situation, and the demonic thoughts finally took shape under the continuous negative emotions.

Xiao Yun's ascetic cultivation of Bo Xun's true understanding of the first demonic thought with demonic power and can truly use it was finally spawned in this strong extreme emotion. And after absorbing a large amount of blood in Xiao Yun's body and the faint thunder and lightning spiritual power in the sea of consciousness, it fused into a strange mental power that even the Sixth Heaven Demon King didn't know.

And this kind of new force, which originated from the three major systems of demons, demons, and Taoism, and has never appeared in this world, is plausible, and has the power to call it mental power, and it will be called evil by countless cultivators in the future. It also became one of the three exclusive supernatural powers of Xiao Yun, who was known as the Evil Cloud Dazun a few years later.

And at this moment, Xiao Yun has the first evil power of this exclusive supernatural power, and it will also have a terrifying name in the future, it is called: hate......