The old man finished the 100-day sacrifice and walked down the mountain with crazy words in his mouth.

Sanjia was still kneeling in front of the grave, he didn't believe that Tongtianzi and Hongji would also be buried inside, they were still alive, but they had just fled to a place he didn't know.

But why didn't they leave clues, why didn't they let the spirit beast White Tiger come to find them?

After bowing to the grave three times, Sanjia bit his lips tightly.

"I will avenge you!"

Sanjia's mouth said this sentence fiercely. He had to kill the two guys, the snake slave and the scorpion guard, and he even had the urge to go back to Hulu Mountain.

But with his own mana...... The desire to become stronger, for the first time, was so strong.

Turning to look at the familiar hut, Sanjia was ready to leave and embark on an unknown journey, but this time he knew what he had to do.

......

Out of Tongtian Mountain, Sanjia didn't meet a single person, the market was almost deserted, and sure enough, as the old man said, the people under the mountain ran away.

Looking at the dilapidated village market, the hatred in Sanjia's heart was even stronger. He stood alone on the stage and let out a tearing roar......

It seems that everything started from this stage, he exposed the fake fairyman, the snake followed him to kill more than 20 mountain bandits, and then followed the villagers to Hulu Mountain, and then it became what it is now......

All of this is because of him, Sanjia thinks that if he doesn't cross here, dozens of lives will not be brutally killed!

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, Sanjia came back to his senses, his mana gathered into his palms, hid behind the stage, and tore off a piece of cloth from his robe and wrapped it around his face. He had to face it carefully, maybe the people of the Demon King Palace hadn't given up looking for him yet.

The two horses came from far and near, and when Sanjia saw the two, he was overjoyed, and he hadn't seen him for many days, and he wanted to show up, but he heard a conversation between the two.

A teenager and a young girl are Nan Miao and Nan Nature.

The two of them looked at the deserted village, and the floor of the market was littered with all kinds of discarded objects.

"It seems that the rumors are true, after the tragedy of Tongtian Mountain, this place has become a deserted village!" Nan Tianran said in a deep voice. There was a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

Sanjia was stunned for a moment, thinking that it seemed that what happened in Tongtian Mountain had already spread on the rivers and lakes.

"Poor, I didn't expect the people from the Demon King Hall to start from here first!" Nan Miao said softly, this barren area made her feel a little depressed.

"Hehe, they all like to find soft persimmons to pinch, who calls Tongtianzi a vain name?" Nan Tianran said with a sneer.

Sanjia clenched his fists, this guy still despised Tongtianzi like that. He wants to go out and teach Nan Tianran a good lesson, but it's not time yet, he wants to hear more rumors about the rivers and lakes, and maybe he can find clues about Tongtianzi and Hongji.

"Hmph, dare to underestimate me, I'm looking for someone to test my new spell technique......"

Sanjia said secretly in his heart, full of confidence in the progress of his current mana.

Sanjia was not afraid of these two guys who had bullied him, at that time, there was a purple gourd to absorb their mana, and he was short of attack skills, and now this problem has been solved.

"It's just that I didn't expect that the Demon King Hall suddenly had two more left and right protectors, and even the only spirit beast envoy in the world didn't seem to be an opponent, terrifying......," Nan Tianran sighed.

The two had dismounted and tried to find the villagers in the bazaar.

"What kind of kid is that?" asked Nan Miao.

Sanjia Yile, it seems that this girl is still thinking about herself, so she can't help but look at Nan Miao a few more times, she once slapped herself, but Sanjia still looks comfortable at a glance.

"Uh...... Why is Senior Sister thinking about such a waste?" Nan Tianran said disapprovingly.

A few blush floated on Nan Miao's face, and she snorted softly.

"Bah, who cares about him, it's just ...... That guy is pretty pathetic, right? Nan Miao said in a low voice, showing a bit of tenderness in her eyes.

Sanjia couldn't hold back any longer, listening to the two guys round himself, and slandering the master, he had to stand up. But first hide your identity and play tricks on the two of you.

"Hey, stop!"

Sanjia shouted, with a scarf on his face.

Nan Tianran and Nan Miao looked back, a masked young man in a tattered robe, carrying a long sword wrapped in black cloth on his back, was standing against the wind, standing on the stage.

The two of them couldn't help but be stunned, there was still a young man with a sword in this barren one-person village, and they had to be suspicious. Since the tragedy of Tongtian Mountain, this generation has been full of spies from the Demon King Palace.

"This ...... Shaoxia, are you?"

Nan Tiantian was sophisticated and steady, not flustered, glanced at Sanjia a few times, and asked.

Sanjia held back a smile and thought, funny, this guy has always looked down on me, and now he calls me Shaoxia.

"Ahem, this young man is the old man of Tongtianzi, I heard that something happened here, come and take a look. ”

Sanjia made up a lie and scanned the bazaar, showing the confusion that a stranger who had just arrived here should have.

"Uh......"

Nan Tianran didn't seem to believe Sanjia's words. But his eyes were contemptuous, and it seemed that everyone related to Tongtianzi was disdainful in his eyes.

"I don't know if the two of them have news about the Son of Heaven?"

Sanjia continued, wanting to find out the news.

Nan Tianran and Nan Miao glanced at each other and shook their heads.

Nan Miao is kind and simple-hearted, and she also wants to comfort this young man who has lost his old friend.

"Don't be sad, I heard that there is not a single living mouth left on Tongtian Mountain, including more than a dozen villagers......"

As soon as Nan Miao finished speaking, Sanjia almost fell.

Judging from the rumors, Tong Tianzi and Hongji are really more auspicious.

"Hmph, how is it possible, that Tongtian Son is the apprentice of the Tongtian God Elder, and that Hongji is the only spirit beast messenger in the world, and the protectors of the two Demon King Palaces are not so capable, right?"

Sanjia said loudly, tears were already in his eyes, and what he said was just wishful thinking.

When Nan Tianran heard the young man say, his eyes became a little more vigilant, who is this person? To be able to understand the tragedy of Tongtian Mountain in such detail, I am afraid it is not as simple as the old man of Tongtianzi.

"Uh...... You seem to know a lot about what is happening in the Mt. Tongtian?" asked Nan Tianran.

"Hmph, that's of course, you immortals of Yunbo Pavilion haven't investigated the reason yet?" Sanjia wouldn't miss the opportunity to make fun of him.

Nan Tianran's face changed suddenly, and his hand had already touched the hilt of the sword. When he and Nan Miao came over this time, they both concealed their identities, and even hid the Xianxia ring on their fingers.

This young man was able to recognize their identities at a glance, and he also said Yunbo Pavilion.

"Who the hell are you?"

Nan Tianran asked loudly, his eyes fixed on Sanjia's body.

"I said it, Ben Shaoxia is just the old man of the Son of Heaven......"

Sanjia Jue felt amused when he saw Nan Tiantian's appearance, and thought, "Hmph, do you want to do it?"

Above the bazaar, the wind blew up a cloud of dust......