Chapter 1: Moonlit Night, Evil Shadows・・・・・・

The night breeze dawns, and the mountains and forests sway, and the trees sway, there are bursts of sound. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

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In the hazy moonlight, a thin figure was seen shuttling like a cheetah through the terrified mountains, and even at night, his speed was extremely fast.

The faint moonlight shone down, and it was vaguely clear that it was a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old.

The young man held an inky short sword, the sharp blade of which flashed with a spark, and with a wave of his hand, a thorn that blocked the boy's front broke in unison.

The boy looked back...

I saw that among the mountains in the distance, several blood-colored figures were frantically pursuing him. The blood-colored eyes glittered with bloodthirsty coldness in the hazy moonlight, and it couldn't help but make people's hearts palpitate.

It's a blood wolf, bloodthirsty and cruel!

The corners of the boy's mouth are slightly raised...

Looking at the pursuing wolves, his immature cheeks were full of disdain.

In an instant, he turned around, and his emaciated figure suddenly rushed forward, waving his short sword from time to time, and galloping through the thorns and thorns among the terrified mountains...

On the top of the Dragon Ridge, in the misty Sword Palace, there is a fairy sword suspended.

The fairy sword emitted thousands of halos, forming a flickering painting. In this painting, a young man holds an ink-colored short sword, and walks all the way through thorns and thorns...

And at this moment, in front of the fairy sword, there are two people staring at the painting.

One of them frowned slightly, and slowly spoke, "With the root of Haoyang, he is unruly and unruly, if there is no one to guide him, I am afraid that this son will be unpredictable in the future." “

"Senior brother, what you said is biased!"

When the other person heard this, his eyes immediately widened with anger, and he pouted: "My Longling has been inherited for thousands of years, and it has always been the Fulong Sword Manifestation Saint, and I choose my own master・・・・・・ think about it, it has been a thousand years since the last time Fulong Sword chose the master. ”

"And it is precisely because the Fulong Sword has no owner for thousands of years that my Longling is gradually weakening. As the Dragon Lord, it is your responsibility to find the Lord of the Fulong Sword, do you want the Dragon Ridge to be destroyed in your hands・・・・・・"

"Since you don't want to go to this kid, then I'll go myself, and from now on this kid is my disciple, and no one should think of beating him;

The more the man spoke, the more excited he became, and then he walked away with an angry face.

"Brother, it's not that I don't want to find this son. It's this son・・・・・・ hey. After the man was gone, the dragon lord looked at the young man in the painting, his brows furrowed more and more, and his eyes were full of worry.

After a long silence, the dragon lord had to shake his head and sigh, and his figure gradually faded away, until finally disappeared completely...

The boy obviously didn't know it, and everything about him was looked at.

He was still relaxed in the face of the wolves chasing, but as he galloped forward, a glimmer of anticipation began to appear in his eyes.

The destination is almost there...

This mountain range is called Demon Wolf Ridge, and it is the place where teenagers have lived since childhood. He knows everything about every stone and tree here.

And at this moment, his purpose is a strange fruit.

For a mountain person, eating enough is naturally the most important thing. And in this Demon Wolf Ridge, there are mountain delicacies, wild meat, there are strange flowers and fruits, and there is his Fengyu Mo figure!

Feng Yumo is the name that the boy gave himself.

Yu Mo, and Mo. The meaning of strangeness with people.

Feng Yumo didn't know who he was, and he didn't know where he came from. In his memory, there was only that kind face full of wrinkles.

He called him Grandpa.

Although he knew that the old man was not his relative.

Grandpa was a hunter, but he didn't just teach him to hunt. He even taught Feng Yumo the few words he knew one by one.

Feng Yumo is also very smart, relying on a book, he has learned a lot of words.

Grandpa once said, "People, you have to have a name."

So, he who knew the words named himself Feng Yumo;

Five years ago, the old man was gone, leaving him forever. Since then, Feng Yumo has lived alone in this Demon Wolf Ridge. Fight with the beast and fight with the sky.

Thirsty for the blood of demons and beasts, hungry for the flesh of beasts, and quite comfortable!

And Feng Yumo clearly remembered that the old man had said before he died:

In this Demon Wolf Ridge, there is an immortal fruit, called the Blood Wolf Fruit, mortals can be reborn and become immortals, they have the ability to fly to the sky and the earth, and if Feng Yumo wants to obtain the blood wolf fruit, and eat it.

For becoming an immortal, or flying away from the sky or something, Feng Yumo doesn't care too much.

But what the old man said was strange, and it was his last words. Feng Yumo naturally wouldn't blow the old man's intentions. He galloped through the mountains, his thoughts racing, and sometimes he looked up at the starry sky.

I saw that the moon string was full, and a full moon hung in the starry sky.

"On the night of the full moon, when the moon is eaten, the demon wolf fruit is out, not an immortal is a demon!" Feng Yumo looked at the full moon in mid-air, and muttered in a low voice, "Haoran in my heart, I am also an immortal for a demon, if my heart is only for an immortal, an immortal is also a demon!"

As the words fell, Feng Yumo rushed out again, and a moment later, he stepped onto a blood-colored mountain.

The night breeze blew Feng Yumo's clothes and made the sound of hunting.

The white moonlight sprinkled down, reflecting on the blood-colored mountains, flashing a little weird. Looking at the blood-colored fruit in front of him, Feng Yumo had a strange feeling in his heart.

, as if this fruit was a part of his body.

As soon as this feeling came out, Feng Yumo's body couldn't help but tremble, and in an instant, his immature cheeks were covered with cold sweat.

Boom・・・・・・

However, before Feng Yumo could react, a gust of wind struck. The moon star hanging in the air gradually disappeared, and the moonlight dissipated.

The entire Demon Wolf Ridge was plunged into darkness.

Click・・・・・・

With a broken sound, a little red light gradually lit up in the night. The red light became more and more abundant, enveloping Feng Yumo's emaciated figure and reflecting the entire blood ridge.

Feng Yumo stood on the top of the Blood Ridge like this

His eyes shimmered with bewitching colors, his green hair turned bloody at some point, and his whole person revealed an indescribable evil.

"Woohoo・・・・・・ woohoo!!"

Beneath the Blood Ridge, countless blood wolves crawled to the ground, howling. There was a look of surrender in his eyes.

Feng Yumo turned around slowly, his eyes widened, and he glanced at the wolves in the four wilds. Immediately, he stretched out one hand and waved it slightly.

"Woohoo!!"

The wolves under the Blood Ridge roared at the same time, and then slowly retreated, and after a while, on the entire Blood Ridge, only Feng Yumo's figure stood on the top of the mountain.

Time passed, and the moon and stars in the sky gradually emerged.

And the red light above the blood ridge was centered on Feng Yumo, gradually converging, and finally submerged into Feng Yumo's body. At the same time, in Feng Yumo's forehead, a blood-colored wolf-shaped mark flashed and disappeared.

Boom...

As the red light completely dissipated, Feng Yumo's emaciated figure fell down suddenly, fainting and sleeping on this blood ridge.

"Hey, wasn't this kid quite proud before, why did I faint as soon as I came?"

A moment later, a golden light flashed above the Blood Ridge. A man in a brocade robe suddenly appeared. He looked at Feng Yumo who was lying on the ground, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

After a closer look, this person was suddenly the one who quarreled with the dragon lord in the Dragon Ridge Jianxiao Palace.

This person looked at Feng Yumo carefully, his face was full of smiles, and then he tossed his hands up and down Feng Yumo's body. Finally, he looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahaha, it is indeed the body of Haotian, and the meridians of his whole body are tenacious, and he is really a rare talent for cultivating immortals in a hundred years;

"Hahaha!"

After that, the man laughed again, and then he waved his hand and took Feng Yumo in his hand. The figure flashed, and in an instant, he completely disappeared with Feng Yumo.

Feng Yumo woke up faintly, looked at the unfamiliar environment around him, and suddenly felt a tightness in his heart.

He touched his waist with one hand, fortunately the short sword was still there, Feng Yumo held the short sword in his hand, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. It seems that the person who saved him was not a bad man.

If he really met any villains, I am afraid that he would not be allowed to lie on such a comfortable couch.

Feeling that soft touch, Feng Yumo felt a little reluctant in his heart. But he quietly got out of bed, tiptoeing towards the door...