The gray-clothed old man frowned, turned his head to look at the brocade-clothed old man who was speaking, and said unhappily: "Extreme Immortal Monarch, speak, but you have to be responsible!"

When Bi Huan heard this, a trace of dazedness flashed on his face, at this moment, countless figures flashed out of the hole, but they were all silver-armored immortal soldiers, and there were some captains in pale gold armor and immortal generals in bronze armor, they looked at the entire Jinping City one by one, their faces changed suddenly, and then looked at Bi Huan, who was carrying a human head, first stunned, and then showed boundless anger. Among them, there were also many immortal soldiers, although they had seen corpses all over the field, but they had never seen such a city full of minced meat, and they couldn't stop vomiting.

Bi Huan saw everyone's expressions, combined with what the two old men said, he immediately guessed a few points, and hurriedly knelt down and said: "Subordinate Bi Huan, there was a demon in this city last night, and the whole city was slaughtered, and he even controlled the corpses of his friend Shen Yuxiu and others, and his subordinates had no choice but to fight with it, and just destroyed the demon!"

"Oh, can you slaughter all the demons in the city overnight, and can you be wiped out by a little immortal of yours?"

The old man in brocade sneered, not believing what Bi Huan said at all.

"Hui Jiyue Immortal Monarch, that demon is a huge eyeball with a radius of thousands of feet, set up a giant wood siege, after the slaughter of the city, his subordinates struggled to the death, it just so happened that the demon demon was too heavy to kill, and attracted heavenly punishment, and the seriously injured subordinates reluctantly punished him!"

The old man in gray also sneered, but he didn't expect that this ordinary old man in brocade named Jiyue would be an immortal monarch!

"Jiyue, the power of the heavenly punishment, you and I have seen it from afar, is it possible, do you think that I belong to an immortal general, and I can survive from the heavenly punishment?"

"Hmph, Xinyang, you think clearly, there is nothing here, except for the corpses in the city that are your subordinates, do you think that with a person who does not know the so-called heavenly punishment, can explain everything?"

Xianyang Immortal Jun was also angry, and reprimanded: "Jiyue, think about it, with just one immortal general, can he slaughter the whole city overnight?

"Don't yell at me, you ask everyone to see if they believe each other!"

Xianyang Xianjun glanced at everyone's resentful looks, and trembled with anger, Bi Huan was also helpless, his own strength obviously couldn't do it, but he was placed on his head by the Polar Moon Immortal Jun, anyone would be extremely wronged and extremely angry, but he was an immortal general, and the other party was an immortal monarch, the difference between the two was like Tianhong, and he had the intention to frame him, what could he do?

"Jiyue, do you and I have to continue the struggle at this juncture?"

But he didn't want the Extreme Moon Immortal Monarch to sneer and said: "Brother Xinyang, our struggle is just a matter between us, but this matter of Bi Huan should still be enforced impartially, you say, right?"

"You!" Hearing the strange voice of the Polar Moon Immortal Monarch, the Yang Immortal Monarch didn't know what he meant, it seemed that Bi Huan's false charge was difficult to escape.

Bi Huan looked at Xinyang Immortal Jun, his eyes showed a trace of pain and respect, and he immediately knelt down and kowtowed nine times in a row, and said bitterly: "The grace of the king's cultivation, Bi Huan can't repay it, and please ask the king and the Polar Moon Immortal Jun to be gracious, give the last general a hundred years, let the last general go to track down the culprit, no matter life or death, he will definitely give everyone a satisfactory explanation!"

"Bi Huan, this matter will definitely return your innocence, why are you bothered?" Xinyang Xianjun looked at Bi Huan, and there was a trace of love in his eyes, it seemed that he loved Bi Huan more.

"This catastrophe is also caused by the negligence of his subordinates, 200,000 immortal soldiers, tens of millions of people, Bi Huan's death is difficult to pay, a hundred years, is to pursue the real murderer, swear to death will not let him go!"

Bi Huan gritted his teeth when he spoke, and his red eyes also left two lines of tears, which made the Polar Moon Immortal Monarch and the Polar Moon Immortal Monarch calm and did not speak, and after a long time, the Immortal Monarch sighed heavily and nodded, looking at the Polar Moon Immortal Monarch next to him with an unkind expression.

Jiyue Xianjun is also an interesting person, maybe he knows that he has gone too far to do this, so he nodded, reached out and took out a red pill, and handed it to Xinyang Xianjun.

Xinyang Xianjun took the pill, as if it was extremely heavy, walked up to Bi Huan step by step, let out a long sigh, and asked, "Have you really thought about it? These hundred-year-old dry bones are not so comfortable!"

Bi Huan nodded firmly, took the pill in the hand of Xinyang Immortal Monarch, swallowed it in one gulp, and then turned around and left Jinping City without looking back.

Xing Gan underground, when the man in Tsing Yi died, his face suddenly darkened, although he did not vomit blood or anything, but he was ten years old in an instant, and at this moment he was like a mortal in his sixties, leaning over, digging his hands into the dirt, and he didn't move for a long time.

When Bi Huan left Jinping City, Xing Gan also fled, leaving the underground of Jinping City, and arrived in an extremely desolate area, only then did he emerge and sit on the ground dejectedly. The two immortal monarchs, Xinyang and Jiyue, failed to find him, but as if he was a little disappointed, lying on the ground at the moment staring at the sky blankly, like a child who had done something wrong, a little frightened, a little dazed......

Time passed like this, I don't know how long it has passed, and Xing Gan probably doesn't know, but when he spent countless days and nights lying like this with his eyes unblinking, he finally closed his eyes gently, took out the wooden flute from his arms, put it to his mouth, and slowly blew it.

The sound of the flute, or the song of peace, as if he would only be this one, melodious, ethereal, slowly dissipated, drifting into the distance......

Bi Huan, who was still trekking and visiting in the distance, seemed to feel something, and looked at this place for thousands of miles, his expression sad, but his eyes were extremely firm.

One is for the sake of the clan, bearing the unspeakable pain in his heart, and has no choice but to commit a mortal sin, and the other is also for the clan, and at the moment he is also enduring the unbearable pain of ordinary people, constantly chasing the culprit, maybe for his own innocence, perhaps, just for a justice.

After blowing the peace song, Xing Gan seemed to have made some decision, got up, walked slowly in one direction, and walked slowly with heavy steps.

Qingfeng country, close to Younan country, is a country that is larger than Yunan country, Qingfeng country, there is a border town that is not too big, although it is not big, but it is also much larger than the largest city in Di country, called Yangcheng, Yangcheng is tens of millions of miles away from Younan country, it is very far away, more than two hundred miles outside Yangcheng, there is a small village with only a thousand people, called Shaxi Village, Shaxi Village, people are living by cultivating the land, even the hunters are not, basically self-sufficient, the people here are simple, philanthropic and benevolent, other small villages around them, all like to make friends with the people here。

In fact, nearly a hundred years ago, this was not the case, Shaxi Village was a well-known thief village, and the people here either opened black shops, or blocked the road to rob, or, they were roosters and dog thieves, and they were despised and hated by people. However, more than 100 years ago, an old man came, about sixty years old, with a kind smile on his face, and a coarse linen shirt could not hide his dusty atmosphere.

The old man saw the people here, without any words, chose to live here, the thief through his silver two, go back to see, it is all stones, the black shop sweat medicine under a pot, the old man ate all but it is not hindered, but the old man does not want anything, just silently bear everything, defend the thief, for the black shop to accept the punishment, even if he is beaten by the people of the other villages, he is also smiling and using his body to exchange for a glimmer of life for others.

Slowly, the people in the village changed, at first they were disdainful of him, then they were helpless, then they were afraid, and finally, all the emotions turned into awe, and the old man was respected as a god, especially in a hundred years, although the old man had a white beard, he was still in good spirits and radiant, so that the people in the village secretly thought that he was a god who came down to redeem them.

The people in the village no longer do any bad things, they began to farm their own land, plough the fields, and support themselves, and the children often listen to the old people tell stories, reason, play tunes, kindness comes from the heart, and the smile is often undiminished, and then, the children grow up, and there are children, three generations later, there is no bad root, all of them are kind and enthusiastic. The little villages and towns in the surrounding towns came to visit the old man, often talking for hours, and then he resigned with reverence, and became the wise man of their own village, admired and loved.

The old man, it was Xing Gan, it seemed that in order to atone for his sins, he came to this remote place step by step, educated the world, and did a lot of good things, but he still couldn't sleep at night, even if he finally fell asleep, he was in tears and looked painful. No one knew what he would be like at night, when he was so kind and generous during the day, but he was revered as a god, and he would be consulted on how to do anything difficult, and when he was instructed, he would suddenly realize that he knew a lot of truth and knowledge, and he became more respectful.

On this day, in Shaxi Village, another old man came, the old man came with a wooden pestle, staggering, the years have not carved many traces on his face, but his eyes, but a little muddy, it looks extremely vicissitudes, if you look carefully, you will find that this old man, in fact, is not so old, but the deep exhaustion makes him look much older.

When the old man arrived in Shaxi Village, he fainted, and the kind-hearted people of Shaxi Village helped him back to the village to rest, but three days passed, and the old man did not show any signs of waking up, no matter how good Lang Zhong was, he did not know what disease he had, so, in desperation, the villagers went to the thatched hut at the end of the village and invited Xing Gan.

Xing Gan came, glanced at the old man, suddenly made a light "huh", gently lifted the old man's hair covering half of his face, looked at it for a moment, let out a long sigh, and muttered in a low voice: "Bi Huan......"