The sky, dark clouds obscured the entire canopy, and the earth was covered with dried blood.

Everywhere there was a tragedy of destruction, and the whole world was dead and silent.

This boundless darkness seems to swallow it all.

In this withered world, Qingchen knelt on the ground weakly, the raindrops slapped on her, and the blood on her face was so bloody that she couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

Above the sky, the stunning woman in black laughed wantonly, as if mocking Qingchen: "Come on, come to me for revenge, your master and senior brothers and sisters all died in my hands, come and find me for revenge!"

The only disciple of Hongmen, and the youngest head of Hongmen, Wu Qingchen, is the only survivor of Hongmen.

In a trance, she saw that there were more "people" in this blood-colored world, all of whom were mutilated and blurred, and the blood-colored clothes on their bodies proved their identities - Hongmen disciples.

"Little junior sister, senior brother is so painful"

"Little junior sister, senior brother hates, help us avenge"

This murmur as if from hell made Qingchen extremely painful, holding his head, his eyes glazed, and muttering: "Don't say it again, don't say it again"

"Say no more. Qingchen woke up, soaked in cold sweat all over his body, panting heavily, "It turned out to be a dream." ”

Qingchen looked around, lying on a wooden couch, judging by the surrounding environment, he was in a boat, beside the bed, the mottled sword of cultivation emitted a faint blood-colored halo, proving that it had experienced a tragic battle and drank blood.

Qingchen couldn't help but fall into the memories of that dayless peak, and used the Hongmen taboo to slaughter the phantom demon: "Why, why is this happening, what's wrong with my Hongmen, I actually suffered this bloody case, master, senior brother, senior sister, Qingchen really wants you to call me a little junior sister again, and urge me to practice again, master, senior brother, senior sister, Qingchen is useless, Qingchen misses you so much." A line of tears flowed silently.

"You're awake. An indifferent voice came.

Qingchen was taken aback: "Who?"

A man dressed as a boat man suddenly appeared, dressed in a black robe made of unknown materials, the hat on his head covered his face, and only the frost on his shoulders proved the vicissitudes he had experienced, this is a man with a story.

"The old man is just a ferryman under Wuri Peak, and he has no name for a long time. ”

Qingchen looked at him carefully, his hands were covered with calluses, which would only be produced by holding a sword for many years: "Senior, you saved me?"

"How so?"

"The calluses on the hands of the seniors, I heard the master talk about the characteristics of each of the seven professions, look at the distribution of the calluses on the hands of the seniors, and the habit of walking silently, seniors, you are an assassin, and your skills are definitely not low. Qingchen's expression became sad when he talked about the master, and said bitterly, "And I am the only one who survived on Wuri Peak, and I know the injuries on my body very well, if no one saved Huangquan, I would have died a long time ago, and the seniors ferried under the Wuri Peak, so they naturally knew the situation in Hongmen that day, so Qingchen judged that it was the seniors who saved me." ”

"Little girl, the deceased has passed away, no matter how sad you are, it's useless, your teacher Hong Xuangong is respected by the world as the king of power, you are weak and crying here, isn't it a loss of your teacher's face, I believe that the soul of Hongmen in the sky does not want you to be so. ”

Qingchen was suddenly startled, remembering that dream, Master and Senior Brother, their flesh and blood were blurred, wailing to her, telling their pain and hatred, and the hand holding the sword couldn't help but add a little strength, oozing a wisp of red blood.

Qingchen walked out of the cabin with a trembling step, and the boat man did not stop him.

Yao looked at Wuri Peak, where there was only a shadow left, and knelt down and knocked: "Master, senior brother, senior sister, you must take a good look at Qingchen in the spirit of the sky, Qingchen is the head of Hongmen, your little disciple and little sister, Qingchen will not forget the hatred of Hongmen, and in his lifetime, even if he pays everything, he must avenge Hongmen." ”

Every time he said a word, Qingchen's face turned pale, and the qi and blood in his body were surging, uncontrollable.

But Qingchen gritted his teeth, and continued: "The entry three knocks, Qingchen's mind that day was like a child's knock on the child's knock, today Qingchen has grown, knock down and stand up, this life does not regret Hongmen people, the sword in his hand is the sword of the demon, the sword of revenge for Hongmen." ”

"Poof" A mouthful of reverse blood spurted out, Qingchen clutched his chest, and his body couldn't help but spasm in pain, but this weak woman didn't let out a trace of pain, how could this physical pain compare to the pain in her heart.

The boatman sighed faintly: "Why bother. A finger as white as jade stretched out, and in an instant, it caught the major acupoints of Qingchen.

"You are too seriously injured, I rescued you with thousands of large and small wounds on your body, the essence that took the old man half of his life to cultivate can only heal external injuries, and internal injuries can only be barely suppressed, now you are emotional, inducing qi and blood retrograde, internal injuries worsen, now I seal your major acupoints, hindering the continued operation of qi and blood, but this is only a symptom but not a cure, if you still can't control your emotions, within three months, you will die." ”

Qingchen bit his lip, it would be good if he could die, if he died, he would not have to bear this breathless responsibility, if he died, he would not have to bear this pain, if he died, he would not be so helpless, death, what a beautiful thing but he did not dare to hope for, Master, they are still watching me from the sky, I can't die, at least, before revenge, I must not die, after revenge, I can kill myself to see Master them, the mainland, the world, what do I do, I am just a helpless girl, forced to bear this endless pain and hatred, I just want revenge, and then I can be liberated to see those relatives in my mind, brothers and sisters, and Master。

"Senior, please tell me, how can Qingchen survive?"

The boat man nodded with satisfaction, just now he saw from Qingchen's eyes that Qingchen was loveless, if a person has no ** to survive, even if he has the power to return to heaven, it is useless, the injury on Qingchen's body is very troublesome, but the ** of survival can create miracles, not to mention, this injury is not unsolvable.

"Very good, it seems that you want to live, although the old man did not carefully investigate your injuries, but the old man also knows your injuries, and the medicine stone is useless. But there are thousands of ways in heaven and earth, and different paths lead to the same end, and the ancient gods once had a cloud: to solve the bell, you must also tie the bell, and only you can solve the wounds on your body. ”

"What, I'll solve it myself?" Qingchen couldn't believe his ears. If I could solve it, would I still be half-dead like this?

"That's right, it's just that to heal your injuries, the root cause is that you are not you, and if you want to eradicate such serious injuries, only the Hongmen Divine Skill you have practiced can do it. ”

"Senior, you're not joking, Qingchen has only been in contact with Hongmen Divine Skill for a day, but he also knows that Hongmen Divine Skill is the first martial art between heaven and earth, but it has nothing to do with healing. ”

The boat man smiled coldly: "Ignorance, Hongmen Shengong is the first martial art in heaven and earth, yes, but how do you know that it has nothing to do with healing, let me ask you, there is a record of sword drawing style on Hongmen Shengong." ”

Qingchen nodded: "Indeed, there is, a kind of high-level martial arts within the Hongmen Divine Skill, which is varied and unpredictable. ”

"There is a record of the blood drawing sword on the Hongmen Divine Skill. ”

"Yes, but it's one of the forbidden moves, saying that it hurts the heavens and the peace. ”

"Ignorance, your teacher is like this, and so are you."

"You are not allowed to slander my master, otherwise I will die with you even if I fight for this life. Qingchen looked furious, and it was clear that the boatman had violated his taboo.

The boat man smiled coldly: "Listen, the blood drawing sword style, the way of melting and devouring into supreme martial arts, devouring the blood and qi true yuan on the opponent's body to himself, although he takes one-twelve, but it is already terrifying, you think about it, who is the winner, and this is the essence of the blood drawing sword, little girl, I think you have excellent talent, but your spirit is damaged, the old man still has a little eyesight over the years, you can't meditate and cultivate, and you can't even close your eyes, isn't it?"

Qingchen was silent, speechless, there was nothing wrong with this boatman's words, that's right, she had no way to calm down and cultivate, and she couldn't even close her eyes and rest, as long as she closed her eyes and calmed down, she would see the soul of Hongmen, and the Sunless Peak of that night kept repeating itself in her mind.