Towering China, the vast land. For thousands of years, everyone has said that there was a god named Pangu in ancient times, and it took 18,000 years before he was born, and then he held a giant axe to open the world. When yin and yang first open, those who are yang and clear rise to the sky, and those who are cloudy descend to the earth. His body is extremely long, so the heavens and the earth are 90,000 miles.

When he dies, his anger becomes a storm, and the sound is thunder. The left eye is the sun, and the right eye is the moon. The limbs and five bodies are the four poles and five mountains, the blood is the river, the meridians are the ground, and the muscles are the soil. That is, to incarnate all things, and then Emperor Wa pinched the soil to create people, and since then, the land of China has gradually become endless.

It is rumored that above the Nine Heavens is the place of the gods, who hold the Heavenly Dao to protect the Six Realms, and live forever and enjoy the Ten Thousand Years of Shinto. Some people also say that under the thick soil is the Yellow Spring Nine Secluded, which is the place where hundreds of millions of souls return, and the ghosts are innumerable.

Huangquan is nine secluded, and people should not be close.

And among the branches of the Demon Sect, there is such a gate valve that does not shy away from it, called "Nine Shadows".

Whether it is Sanjun Palace or Shanyuetang in the past, they all have a deep fear of their nominal "same branch". Not for anything else, just because the strength of Jiuyou in every conflict is extraordinarily strong, and it does not fall behind at all. What's even more taboo is that the gate valve of the Nine Shadows is like an ocean, no one knows what is hidden under the surface of the water, and when you want to explore, you find that you can't start.

Or rather, there is no life to bring the news out.

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Two thousand years ago, an unknown person traveled to Yongzhou, settled in a few days, and then went alone to pick up various monastic sects within a radius of thousands of miles. Its strength is outstanding, the Dao method is extraordinary, and none of the dozens of sects within these thousands of miles has made it an opponent. It was just a very common thing and didn't attract much attention. Unexpectedly, this man said "all belong" after the defeat of the factions.

This caused a lot of dissatisfaction, and these sects have united with others to ask for an explanation. When nearly 1,000 people from various factions came to this person, he only said with a blank face: "You, do you want to surrender?" Then they lost contact with their respective sects, as if they had evaporated from the world, and there was no news.

A few days later, the cultivators who passed by here saw that there was no life below, and there was a faint evil breath coming from them. He didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly went to the nearest person to inquire, who knew that all mortals within a radius of thousands of miles were unharmed, but all the sects were completely empty, and the houses were empty under the blue sky and white sun, and there was a dead silence.

The man was horrified and hurried away. Within a few days, news spread in several states that more than a dozen sects had been uprooted. For a time, countless monks flocked to the scene, intending to find out about the matter.

The place that had been discovered earlier was, of course, the first target of all. There was a great battle there, and the people who went to explore it seemed to be attacked by endless ghosts, and on that day, the place was full of blood. The occasional escaper was also delirious, and all of them vaguely said, "Ghosts, ghosts, dead people..."

What's more, the people who fled were all corpses in the streets for the next few days, and their deaths were horrific and unrequited to human beings.

Although one or two young people who did not believe in evil went to check on it, the result was that they all disappeared without a trace. In this way, this place has become a unique area, and everyone talks about it.

More than ten years later, a sect was established here, called "Nine Shadows".

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On the Lingyun Palace, the real person of Wufang is savoring the fragrant tea in his hand, and his appearance is leisurely. It's just that the other four leaders are not so leisurely, they either hold their foreheads in contemplation, or close their eyes and say nothing. After a while, there was no way to speak first, only to see him slowly put the tea cup back on the wooden table on his right hand and said, "What, do you have anything to say?"

After the four leaders glanced at each other, they all nodded tacitly. However, the three of them didn't mean to speak, but instead Fenghe Zhenren, who had always had a serious face, said slowly: "Since Sanjun Palace and Jiuyou are involved, then we must not stand idly by." As for this specific matter, please ask the senior brother in charge to arrange it, I am willing to be a pioneer in the Dragon Cliff lineage, and I also ask the senior brother to know it!"

As soon as Feng Hefu spoke, the air in this hall seemed to be condensed, and the faint clouds under his feet were like spirits, gathering and dispersing, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

Zheng Dongliu snorted inaudibly, as if he was quite resistant to this wind river. But after all, everyone is in the same door, and it is time to dismantle the stage. So he rolled his eyes, stood up slowly, and said, "In this case, I won't be a turtle with a shrunken head, but I ask my senior brother to give me some thin noodles, at least the position of this pioneer will be divided into half of me, right?"

Feng He on the other side was stunned, and after glancing at Zheng Dongliu lightly, he didn't say a word, and he didn't mean to fight. Wufang smiled and shook his head and said, "It's rare that the two junior brothers are of the same heart and one mind, and I'm very happy to be a senior brother!" Saying that, Wufang rolled his eyes, looked at Li Huaiyuan and Mingxin, who had not spoken, and said, "Do you still have any doubts about the two junior brothers? But it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

"There is no objection, everything can be done according to the wishes of the senior brother in charge. Mingxin Daoist seems to be a weak and indisputable character, and after he said lightly, he closed his eyes again. Wufang knew that this was his nature, not that he was disrespectful to himself, so he said "um" and turned his gaze to Li Huaiyuan.

Li Huaiyuan seemed to think the most, he hesitated for a while and said: "I don't have any objections, but..." he said to himself, not seeing that Wufang seemed to frown, and at the same time looked at his eyes with a little more scrutiny. "It's just... Do you need to send someone to inform the two factions of Suimingtai and Shuiyunjian? After all, everyone is on the same righteous path, and when it comes to the Demon Sect for many years, they have also helped each other..."

Feng He and Zheng Dongliu both frowned when they heard this, and the unhappiness on their faces flashed, and even the corners of the mouth of the Mingxin Daoist who closed his eyes and recuperated seemed to be inadvertently skimmed.

Li Huaiyuan suddenly saw that the audience was quiet, and his heart jumped. I saw that Wufangshang's expression changed, and after a while, he said lightly: "Yes, but I forgot about this stubble, it is rare for the junior brother to be careful." The matter ...... I'll send someone to inform both factions. Li Huaiyuan saw that he did not have any unpleasantness, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and stopped talking.

Feng He and Zheng Dongliu didn't say anything when they saw the master, and they didn't bother to say what was in their hearts.

After being slightly cold for a while, I saw Mingxin Daoist open his eyes, patted his Taoist robe and said lightly: "Senior brother, please give an order." I'd better go back and make arrangements, besides... I'm gone, and I don't know what will happen to the disciples below who don't make it. ”

Seeing that a helpless look appeared on the face of the Mingxin Daoist, who had always been weak, he shook his head and smiled: "Senior brother has such a quiet temperament, but he can't finish the things every day, it's difficult for you." ”

As he spoke, Wufang clapped his hands lightly, and after a while, a disciple came from outside the hall, and saluted respectfully: "I've seen the master!" Wufang nodded and said, "You go to the Sword Pond to find Uncle Why B, and ask him to pick seventy disciples on the main peak and prepare to go down the mountain." ”

The disciple bowed his head and said, "Yes!" said and quickly exited the main hall. Seeing him leave, Wufang rubbed his eyebrows slightly, then looked at the four leaders and said, "Four junior disciples, each of you go back to the mountain to pick fifty disciples, and go to the Sword Pool later." ”

The four leaders stood up one after another and said, "Obey the instructions of the master." There was no intention of staying any longer, and they walked out one after another. In just a few moments, there was only one person left in this hall, and he sat on the throne without saying a word.

In the silence, Wufang's gaze swept across the deserted hall, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then he slowly spoke: "You send some disciples to send this news to Suimingtai and Shuiyunjian. As for whether they send men or not, let them be. Looking around the hall, there was no second person except him, but listening to what he said, there was a clear "you", and the scene was a little strange at the moment.

There was no one in the hall who replied, but when you looked closely, you could see that the clouds attached to the ground were slightly separated, revealing a trace, as if someone had walked by.

After a while, the clouds gradually returned to their original state, as if nothing had happened. With a faint complexion, he got up and walked deeper into the back hall. Not far in front of him is the spiritual seat of the ancestors of the past dynasties of Liuyun Valley, and there is a bit of desolation in the solemnity and solemnity.

The people of the past have passed away, but only the stars are bright.

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Songdang Stream.

Cheng Linyuan stood in a room and looked carefully, the room was not big, but it was divided into two rooms, inside and outside. There are two open windows in the house, and the door is wide open, so there is plenty of light. There was no clutter on the floor, not even the wooden table outside, and it was clear that it was often cleaned. He looked at the room and suddenly felt a sense of home, so he smiled slightly, turned around and walked out.

There is a small courtyard with a small nursery on the left and right, but there is nothing in it at this time. His gaze paused slightly, and Cheng Linyuan walked forward again. Outside the courtyard gate, Yun Wanzhou was standing with his hands in his hands, looking up at the sky. Hearing the movement behind him, he turned around and smiled, "How, do you still like it?"

Cheng Linyuan grinned and said, "Very good, I like it very much." Yun Wanzhou nodded and said, "Someone will send a product later, and as for the rest, you can only rely on your daily logistics and cultivation to collect some things you like." ”

Cheng Linyuan's expression moved, and he thought of Zheng Dongliu's words in the Lingyun Palace, and said slightly puzzled: "But didn't that real person say that he would take me to his junior brother?

Yun Wanzhou's heart swept over the figure of his master, rolled his eyes rarely, and then smiled mysteriously: "When you have done the apprenticeship after a while, I will come over to teach you the secret method of this sect, how about it?"

Cheng Linyuan's eyes lit up when he heard this, then he nodded fiercely, and said loudly in the beauty of this group of immortals: "Okay!"