Central Plains.

Wilderness deep in the mountains.

Between the rocks, a black-robed man walked slowly.

I saw white bones all over the ground, crows and vultures flew in shock, and the air was extremely terrifying and eerie. Suddenly, the space in front of the man distorted, like a burst of light, gradually changing.

Suddenly, in front of him, a large hall was revealed.

The whole body is pitch black, several towers go straight into the sky, and the whole hall is as if shrouded in shadows, although the scorching sun is shining, there is no light. A stone staircase, which is connected just under the man's feet.

Step by step, step into it.

"Lord of the Gate, I don't know what is the matter with urgently summoning my subordinates?"

In the hall, it was empty, and I saw a high chair in front of it, engraved with strange demonic runes, and the majestic aura was pressing. An old man in a gray robe, with gray hair, was sitting on it at the moment, his face was a little pale, and a few coughs came out from time to time. On the wall behind it, it was pitch black, and there was no light or shadow in sight.

"How many years have I let you lurk in Luoyan Peak?"

The old man covered his mouth and coughed up a mouthful of dirty blood, and then a sharp light in his eyes fell on the body of the black-robed man in the hall. Seemingly, there is a bit of anger.

"Eleven years. ”

The black-robed man bowed and replied, raising his head again, "My subordinates have heard that there has been a drastic change in southern Xinjiang, and the master of the sect has been seriously injured, I don't know if there is a big problem at this moment?"

"Those three are extraordinary people......

As he spoke, the old man suddenly stopped, "Let the child of the heart demon host come to see me." ”

"At present, the subordinates of the sect know about the dangerous situation, but he has not yet cultivated, I am afraid that he will ......"

"Enough!"

Suddenly, the gray-robed old man stood up from the chair, startled a commotion on the wall behind him. It turned out that there were countless black bats lying on their stomachs, and there was a violent flutter, and a huge red pattern immediately appeared on the wall. But it was a bat with wings spreading, blood-drenched, terrifying.

Dark Door!

"A few years ago, I gave you countless cultivation resources to find and cultivate a heart demon host, and you always accidentally died for various reasons, and now, you can't hand over people......"

The old man let out a deep voice, exuding a domineering aura, firmly locked on the black-robed man's body.

"Say, but you went behind my back and swallowed it all?!"

Hearing this, the black-robed man laughed, and it seemed that he was not a little afraid.

"Lord Sect, you always take the demons of your heart as the superior way, and pour out the resources of my Holy Sect for a young man who doesn't know the future, but for our subordinates, you are strict and harsh. ”

raised his eyebrows and looked directly at the old man, "The subordinates are not convinced, so at the beginning, they did not deliberately look for it." However, the young man really didn't seem to have any ability, and now, his bones are long gone. You may have also heard that it was the same kid who was in the limelight a few years ago and opposed the Temple of the Holy Son. ”

"You ......"

The old man screamed angrily, and then coughed repeatedly.

After a long time, he calmed down his chaotic atmosphere, sat back on the chair, and said lightly, "Since you dare to talk to me, let's say, what is your reliance?"

There was silence in the hall.

The sun outside the hall is bright, but it seems that there is not a trace of it spilling in.

"His dependence, of course, is me. ”

A smile came from outside the hall, and immediately, he slowly walked into a man in white, with snow muscles and jade face, without half of the evil spirit, extremely peaceful. Behind him, there was also a green-robed guard, Lu Kong.

"Half a moon?"

The old man's eyes were raised, but he was not moved.

"Old monster, you have been in charge for more than a hundred years, you are old, rest and rest. ”

The man, known as "Half Moon", spoke in a calm tone and smiled. However, it made the capable people inexplicably feel a chill, from the fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"Humph......"

Hearing this, the gray-robed old man sneered a few times, and he was not half frightened, his hands gently stroked the chair, and suddenly he screamed, with a fierce look in his eyes, "With only one Holy Son Palace, you don't dare to talk to me like this." Say, what is your trust?"

"Dependently, there is. ”

Half Moon chuckled and waved her hand.

Suddenly, behind the gray-robed old man, a strange light shone brightly, and in an instant, a figure condensed, gradually turning into reality, but it was, the Dark Gate Qinglong Holy Envoy, don't ask!

"Old fellow, my primordial spirit lifeline is in his hands, you don't blame me. ”

Qinglong gritted his teeth and said softly.

Immediately afterwards, a fierce beast roared, and a white tiger spirit beast stepped into it from outside the hall, and the cruel and violent aura of the whole body was undoubtedly revealed, and it was overwhelming. On the back of the tiger, there was a six or seven-year-old child, slightly immature, but its hidden true yuan and primordial spirit qi were no less than those of the green dragon.

"The third child is dead, Suzaku is nowhere to be found, and Qinglong has made a choice now, then I, Baihu, naturally have no choice. And, in recent years, your actions have really disappointed me a bit. ”

A childish phrase, but no one dares to treat him as a child.

It was the White Tiger Holy Envoy of the Dark Gate, Lei Lei.

"Is this enough?"

The man in white asked with a smile, but his eyes finally showed ruthlessness, firmly staring at the gray-robed old man in the hall. Today is the time for his long-planned seizure of the throne.

Also, the day of the change of dynasty of the Dark Gate!

"Good! good!"

After saying three "good" words in a row, the gray-robed old man laughed angrily, and suddenly, he stood up again, and a manic and powerful evil aura suddenly surged out, breaking through the hall and shaking the sky.

Heaven and earth, for which color change.

Ghosts and gods, moved by it.

Kill!

......

Changzhou.

Mountains and countryside, a little leisurely.

A man walks on a field path, his long hair fluttering in the wind, wearing an orthodox robe, but tattooed with a strange red maple leaf, which looks a little nondescript.

It was Qinchuan, who had just returned to the Central Plains from Western Xinjiang.

At this time, Qin Chuan's face had already undergone a change of change, and he was using a Gu technique, which no one in the Central Plains could detect. At the same time, it hides a true yuan aura, and it is also used to use the secret witch art of the Western Xinjiang to carry out exquisite camouflage. Unless a person who cultivates like a dustless person can see through the roots and bones at a glance and see the clues.

Otherwise, it would never be possible for anyone to know that he was the former Qin Chuan.

"Today's Central Plains, I don't know what the shape is. ”

With a thought in his heart, Qin Chuan couldn't help but sigh.

I have been in Western Xinjiang for two years, and I don't talk about the Central Plains, which is the chaos in Western Xinjiang, and I only learned about it at the last moment. It is precisely for this reason that it was decided to hide his identity for the sake of unnecessary trouble.

After all, he was once wanted in the Central Plains.

Coming out of the western Xinjiang, he was stepping into the boundary of Changzhou at this time. I went to Heming Peak once before, but found that Wuchenzi was not there, and after thinking about it, I decided to go to Yueyang City to see the situation. I don't know what the Han family is doing at this moment, after the changes in Western Xinjiang, the head of the family died, and the strength of the clan was greatly reduced.

Therefore, a hundred miles outside Yueyang City, he landed from the air early. Of course, taking a walk in this field at this time is also to soothe your mood.

It seems that he is still nostalgic for the dull years of Western Xinjiang.

"Since Zihan was rescued by the mysterious person that day, there has been no clue, and I don't know how to find out. If there is no news of Zihan, there will be no choice but to go to the Empty Fog Valley. ”

Qin Chuan thought in his heart.

Suddenly, with a faint smile, I remembered the person who experienced life and death with me in Fuxi Mountain and never gave up. I don't know how she is now.

Walking aimlessly, a village in the distance gradually fell into view.

However, suddenly, Qin Chuan noticed a strange aura, and couldn't help but speed up his pace and walk towards the village. On his face, he showed a little surprise.

In the air, there was a faint fishy smell.

Also, the Devil's Way!

In a short time, what fell into the eyes was a ruined village, which seemed to have gone through a fierce battle, blood was flowing everywhere, many corpses were lying everywhere, and many ordinary people were implicated, scarred and mourning. Moreover, it is by no means an ordinary fight, but a person who cultivates the truth!

"The Cult?"

Qin Chuan was suspicious in his heart and looked around.

However, those who cultivate the truth rarely set foot in the world, and the battle between the cultivation of the truth cannot implicate mortals, this has been an unwritten rule for thousands of years. Not only is this the case with the Righteous Dao Sect, but as far as Qin Chuan knows, there is also such a canon in the Dark Sect. Of course, compliance or non-compliance depends on personal ethics.

However, it will never be so blatant.

Only, the Cult of the Underworld!

Walking slowly, Qin Chuan looked at the ordinary mortals who were affected by the demonic qi everywhere, and even the injured who were directly attacked, looking at him with a look of horror on his face.

It seems that because of his strange clothes, he also feels a little scared.

“......”

Gritting his teeth, a burst of pity floated in Qin Chuan's heart.

Although a cultivator is not as compassionate as the Buddha's Buddha, seeing such a miserable situation, even a person with a true temperament will inevitably feel cold.

Qin Chuan is not a cold-blooded person.

Just as he was about to expel the evil aura remaining in this village, suddenly, a white figure fell into Qin Chuan's eyes. I couldn't help but pay a little attention to it.

But I saw a man in white, who was more than 20 years old, carefully bandaging the bloody wounds of the villagers among the wounded. It's just an ordinary medical skill, and it's not as effective as the true element repair. After some snooping, Qin Chuan found that this person was indeed just a mortal.

At this moment, he was pressing one hand on the chest of a villager boy, as if trying to stop the blood that kept flowing out, but nothing was done, and I was afraid that he was already weak.

The face of the man in white was unbearable.

"I'll do it. ”

Qin Chuan said lightly, took a few steps forward, and a stream of Dao Law True Yuan overflowed, quickly rushing into the wound of the young man, repairing the flesh and blood wounds, and after a while, the bleeding was completely stopped.

With a long sigh, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, brother. ”

After bandaging the young man's wound, the man in white stood up and thanked Qin Chuan. behaves extraordinary, and looks like a child of a noble family in the world.

Qin Chuan waved his hand, just a gesture.

Immediately, the man in white raised his head and glanced at Qin Chuan, but asked:

"Seeing Brother Tai's Taoism, isn't it, under the Fuxi Sect in Tongzhou? However, looking at Brother Tai's appearance and clothing, it doesn't seem to be like a person from the Central Plains, but he is clumsy. ”

With that, he shook his head again.