"Wake up, wake up, wake up!"

A deep cry echoed in my ears, as if ethereal and unreal......

"Uh..."

With a groan of ecstasy, Wan Yanfeng's eyes suddenly opened, the white light flashed in front of him, slightly dazzling, he subconsciously covered his eyes with his palm, and after a while, he removed his palm, and a figure was projected on his face, making him sit up from the ground "hoc". Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This person has a good figure, white hair, a thin face, a fair complexion, and a pair of charitable eyes under the faint eyebrows, looking at him with concern.

Wan Yan Feng also looked at the old man in front of him vigilantly, but when he looked at the old man's eyes, he felt a cold chill in his bones, Wan Yan Feng swallowed his saliva, and couldn't help asking: "...... Who are you? You saved me?"

Hearing this, the man smiled slightly, and said in that hoarse voice: "I just saw that the road was uneven and pulled out a knife to help, even if I saved you, it was not intentional." ”

"Then why do you have no intention of doing it?" Wan Yan Feng was stunned for a moment, and looked around, here is a bamboo forest, occasionally only the mountain wind sweeps by, wrapped in the echo of insects and birds, echoing between the bamboo forests, the ethereal mist slowly drifts in the mountains, combined with the natural sounds, like a prosperous peach orchard.

Hearing this, the man laughed heartily, then his eyes fell on his left arm, and then he actually leaked a strange smile and muttered: "In order to get stronger power, do whatever it takes! Even if the price is to sell your soul! I really didn't expect that five hundred years later, you will still be stubborn............

Hearing the man's whispering, Wan Yanfeng looked at him with an extremely puzzled look.

Then the man's gaze fell on Wan Yanfeng like a torch, and he asked in a somewhat questioning tone: "Don't you remember anything from the past?"

"I seem to have had a long dream, and I don't remember anything when I wake up......" Wan Yanfeng frowned, his eyes were obviously thinking about something, and then he shook his head, "I only remember that Abbot Hui Li adopted me, and because of my left hand, they all said that I was a devil ......"

As he spoke, a touch of bitterness leaked from the corner of Wan Yanfeng's mouth.

"The past is just a big dream, instead of worrying about the impermanence of the world, it is better to cherish the time in front of you......" The man stroked his beard gently, shook his head and smiled bitterly, as if revealing endless vicissitudes.

"The Taoist ......"

"If you call me poor. ”

"A poor road is long...... What should I do now......" Wan Yan Feng thought of the strength of the Eight Mountains he once had, but now he had turned into a virtual shadow, and his face was full of sorrow...... with despair.

"This is your destined fate. The poor Taoist still had that gentle smile, and his eyes seemed to have already looked down on everything in the world......

"There is a solution to the calamity, I will show you three ways now, as for how to choose, it is up to you!"

"Three roads?" Wan Yan Feng looked startled, only to see a poor finger a little empty, and a few words slowly emerged in mid-air:

Guarding the common people - the sword god

Demon Killer - Devil May Cry

Lifelong equality - Demon God

Looking at these words, after Yan Feng finished for a while, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and then a sneer surged on his face, recalling everything that happened to him, he suddenly laughed:

"Protecting the common people, eliminating demons and defending the way? It's really ridiculous! I have been taught by Abbot Hui Zhen to be merciful since I was a child, but what does the overthrow of heaven and earth have to do with me, and when I am in trouble, how can the world have ......mercy on me! I would rather cultivate demons than become gods!!"

"Alas!" A poor Taoist sighed lightly, shook his head, and suddenly his expression sank, "In your previous life, you fell into the Demon Dao because of love, and in this life, you stepped into the Demon Dao because the world was ruthless, is it the tribulation of five hundred years in the previous life...... Aren't you enlightened?"

"I can't remember my previous life, but even in five hundred years, I'm the same!" Then Wan Yanfeng continued to sneer: "The most important thing for a sword is to unsheath!"

In an instant, he stretched out his hand, and the saber on his waist appeared in his hand!

Then it swung out like lightning, and the sharp blade of the sword slashed across the words in the air, and at the same time, the cold light pointed at a poor road leader, and the cold light on the sword body volatilized vividly!

"My sword is out of its sheath, how can I take it back!"

Even though Wan Yanfeng's dantian internal strength is gone, the king's aura on his body is indelible!!

"Hmph!" A poor Dao Chang snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and the fairy sword was taken back by him, and then his face was extremely gloomy, and he said lightly: "Since this is the case, then you can go back and reflect on it!!"

He suddenly turned into a bolt of lightning, his fierce momentum volatilized everywhere, and the sharp sword in his hand flipped over with one hand, Wan Yan Feng only felt a stormy wave rushing towards him, and then a cold chill approached him.

"Poof!" Wan Yan Feng was poked with a blood hole in his chest, his heart was pierced, and the blood on the sword slowly dripped to the ground......

A poor immortal sword was drawn, bringing up a splash of blood, and then Wan Yanfeng slowly fell to the ground.

"When you find everything...... Please don't blame me...... Between you and me...... Alas, I hope you can understand what it means to be a teacher...... Everything done ......"

The voice fell...... After Yan Feng's corpse, he gradually disappeared with poverty......

The original beautiful paradise also disappeared and became a ...... Mass graveyards!!

Qinghe Town.

As his name suggests, the morning dew on the lotus leaves by the river looks crystal clear, and ponds of different sizes can be seen everywhere in Qinghe Town, with colorful lotus flowers with a little fragrance. It seems that the entire streets and alleys of Qinghe Town are filled with a faint fragrance......

Early morning is the busy time of the people, the street is full of busy old farmers, the street can be heard everywhere hawker shouting, although there is no need for the prosperity of the city, but there is more of a liveliness in the countryside.

And at this time, on the ridge of the roof, a tall and handsome figure stood silently above everyone's heads, and on his right side was a long sword with cold light flickering, and his eyes faintly took everything into view.

Then he withdrew his gaze from staring at the white light, and his indifferent face was a little gentle, and his eyes that had been weathered by the vicissitudes of life revealed a faint emotion when recalling the past.

"I wonder if that person is here?" he muttered softly, "Do you remember the three-year covenant?"

The faint words opened lightly, and the slender white palm stretched out and gently grasped the hilt of the sword.

In the blink of an eye, the tip of the sword drew a brilliant sword light, and in an instant, the sword body was already pointing obliquely to the ground, and the crystal clear sword body trembled.

And on the hard gray tile beside him, there were three vigorous and powerful small fonts engraved: "Wan Yan Feng!"