Under the sunset, the small mountain village that should have been smoked was quiet and frightening, and the cold wind blew through, and a faint bloody breath came to the face!

"Hurry up, hurry up, it's coming soon, Uncle Wang, the old village chief, the second uncle and the third uncle, the dog, the little flower, and Aunt Du will definitely be very happy, I guess, they must be stewed yesterday's wild boar meat waiting for us to go back to eat, and then ......hurry up."

On the way into the village, Niu San completely recovered his child's nature, his face was full of pride, and he waited to return to the village to be praised by the old village chief and others.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, don't worry, the old village chief will praise your ......"

Ji Changkong dealt with Niu San perfunctorily, and at the same time quickened his pace, the ominous premonition in his heart became deeper the closer he got to the village, and he was terrified in his heart, with an indescribable fear and uneasiness.

The pace became faster and faster, and Ji Changkong's face suddenly became solemn, because he smelled blood!

Brush!

couldn't wait, he jumped up, directly past Niu Er and the two of them came to the entrance of the village first.

The stone wall at the entrance of the original village completely collapsed, as if it had been directly penetrated from the outside by some force, and in the rubble were several horizontal and vertical corpses.

Is it late, Ji Changkong's heart sank in an instant!

In fact, he had long thought that the people of the War Spirit Hall would find here, and the war would inevitably affect the villagers, but he didn't expect that the people of the War Spirit Hall would actually do this, and they would actually attack mortals.

I am still too naïve, since the War Spirit Hall can kill so many scattered cultivators in order to frame himself, what is it to kill a few more mortals?

For a moment, Ji Changkong was full of chagrin, and his heart was filled with guilt.

Brother Xiao, wait for me, wait for me, at this moment, Niu Er and Niu San followed out breathlessly.

"Brother Xiao, why are you ......?"

"Third uncle, third uncle, what's wrong with you......"

Niu San was about to speak, but Niu Er suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar, and he saw the corpse behind the broken wall.

"What's going on, second uncle, third uncle, what's wrong with you, wake up," At this time, Niu San also saw the corpse on the ground, and the child, who was only five or six years old, suddenly cried.

Along the way, the originally rough but peaceful village has been reduced to ruins, with traces of brokenness, blood everywhere, and dead bodies everywhere!

"Sister Wang, wake up, don't die......"

"Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang, what's wrong with you, who did it, Uncle Zhang, are you talking......"

"Xiaohua, I said that I will marry me when I grow up, I don't want you to die, I still want to marry you, and use the eight-lift sedan chair to marry your ......"

"Aunt Liu......"

"Dog ......"

......

Niu Er and Niu San, two strong men, cried tears at this time, a small village, that is where they grew up, it can be said that each one is their relatives, and each one is so familiar.

Miserable, really miserable!

It is precisely because they are mortals, all of them are old and weak, women and children, that they appear to be more ruthless in killing, and it is even more cruel to the people of the War Spirit Palace.

Crumbling internal organs, blackened blood, arms, thighs, dead heads......

Although there are only more than 200 people in the small village, the stumps and broken arms are thrown everywhere, many of them are known to Ji Changkong, some have helped him sew clothes, some have sent a bowl of soup when he is sick, and some have ......

Ji Changkong's fists were already clenched, his teeth were clenched, and an indescribable anger was gushing.

He was angry when he was used, he was framed by the War Spirit Palace, and he was angry after saving so many people in Demon Blood City, but he was also angry when he was betrayed and hunted down by them, but only the hatred when the True Dragon Small World was destroyed can be compared to now.

They are just mortals, just ordinary people, they don't know grievances, they don't know how to cultivate, how cruel it is to treat them like this.

Who doesn't have parents, who doesn't have sisters, no relatives, cultivators are also people, Ji Changkong really wants to ask, can your conscience be at ease when you shoot at these people?

On the bleak ruins, Ji Changkong walked slowly, and behind him was the hysterical cry.

Eventually, he stopped at the compound where the old village chief was, the only place in the entire Rock Village that was still intact.

It's just that what he saw made his eyes redder by three points!

The kind old man with a white beard was nailed to the wall with a spear, blood flowed down the spear, and the old man's body was twitching, but the man who shot it was extremely measured, and the old man only endured the pain, but did not die.

"Old village chief, who did it," Ji Changkong came to the old man in a hoarse voice.

The spear was still dripping blood, but Ji Changkong didn't dare and couldn't take it down, because he knew very well that the old man at this time had only his last breath left, and once he took the spear, the old man would die immediately.

"They, they say you know who did it, they say we're all sinners who collude with demons, ahem......" The old man said as he frothed at the mouth of blood.

Damn, damn it, Ji Changkong roared inwardly, his face flushed.

"They also said that if you want to know your sister's whereabouts, go and find them in Demon Blood City, and if you don't go, if you don't go, they will, kill her," the old man refused to swallow his last breath.

For a moment, Ji Changkong was stunned in place, and then a breath that was a hundred times more fierce than before suddenly rose to the sky, and even Niu Er and Niu San, who were sobbing in a low voice, felt a chill sweep over them.

"Okay, okay, I'll go," Ji Changkong gritted his teeth, his lips had already bitten out blood, but he didn't care at all.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault, if it weren't for my village, how could this be, I ...... Ji Changkong's face was full of pain, and he blamed himself incomparably, especially seeing the old man's current appearance made his heart ache for a while.

"Child, I don't blame you, I don't blame you, if you want to blame those people, the power of this world is the capital of speaking, you must remember that if you have the opportunity to help us avenge in the future, it is the best, if you can't, forget it, just take care of him and their two brothers, I am already old, and I am blind to death, death, death......"

After the old man finished speaking in one breath, his eyes suddenly closed, and the painful look disappeared slowly, and finally became kind, after saying all this, he was finally at ease, and he had no regrets when he died.

"Don't worry, I will definitely avenge you and everyone in the village!"

Ji Changkong knocked his head three times in place, and then swore to the sky word by word.

......

Three days later, a blazing fire lit up half of the sky.

At the edge of the village, Ji Changkong and Da Niu Erniu quietly watched the flames rise and burn, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"Let's go," Ji Changkong finally looked back at the village and turned to leave.

"Old village chief, you go well, I will definitely come back in the future," Niu Er and Niu San wiped away the last trace of tears and followed Ji Changkong into the distance with a resolute expression.

In the distance, a huge city stands, ancient and vicissitudes, standing tall, Ji Changkong's eyes seem to have crossed the space to see there, the traces of the sister who are struggling to seek, the traces of the enemy, his own hatred, the hatred of the villagers, it's time to collect some interest.

New hatred and old hatred, it's time to revenge!

......

Demon Blood City, even at night, does not seem lonely, countless drunken hunters who dream of death vent all night after experiencing life and death, which also drives the prosperity of the entire Demon Blood City at night.

However, that's only part of the place, and the real aristocratic district doesn't do that.

Click, click......

In Dongcheng District, in the alley where the branch hall of the War Spirit Hall is located, the clear and rhythmic footsteps are clapping close to the door where the branch hall is located, but the two cultivators guarding the door are still chatting lazily, not knowing that death is approaching them.

"Excuse me, is this the branch hall of the Battle Spirit Palace," a blue-robed figure finally stopped in front of the guard's door, and then a cold and polite voice sounded in front of the two of them.

"That's right, who are you and who are you looking for," the two of them rubbed their sleepy eyes and glanced up and down.

"Is Lin Potian here," the visitor continued.

"Nonsense, of course, boy, Lao Tzu asked you, who the are you looking for," one of the guards impatiently walked over and pushed the green-robed man.

"Yes, that's great!"

The next moment, a cold light flashed, and the movements of the two guards were instantly frozen.

Rumble!

A loud noise woke up the originally silent courtyard, and in the middle of the night, this loud noise was like thunder in this peaceful and quiet street.

"Who is making trouble, what's going on......"

"Damn, what are you arguing about in the middle of the night, looking for death, who the did it, Lao Tzu is going to skin him......"

"Let's see what's going on, where are the people......

......

The next moment, there was a commotion, and countless figures came noisily from all directions, and in a short time they all gathered in front of the gate that had completely collapsed.

"Who are you and what are you doing here," a small steward noticed Ji Changkong.

"Ji Changkong, come and kill someone!"