Half a year has passed in a blink of an eye, and there are only two things that have been most impressive in the past six months.

The first thing is that a generation of peerless demon lords and divine monks will fight against the Remnant Moon Peak, and both sides have the power to destroy the heavens and the earth. This battle was fought to the ground, and the ghosts cried and howled. In the end, the demon lord disappeared, the monk fell, and the righteous martial arts master suffered heavy casualties.

The second thing is that the catastrophe of the martial arts has not been lifted because of the disappearance of the Demon Lord. After the disappearance of the Demon Lord and the chaos in the Wanyue Peak, a master of the Demon Sect took advantage of the situation to suppress the chaos with thunderous means, and then became the new Demon Sect leader, which the people of the rivers and lakes called the Demon Venerable. Under his leadership, the righteous path martial arts, which had just escaped from the sea of suffering, fell into dire straits again.

In a farmhouse in Chenjia Village, Hebei Province, a man in a coarse cloth shirt was waving his fist in the courtyard, when there was a knock on the door.

The man's face changed when he heard the voice, he picked up the Pu knife at his feet and walked over cautiously.

"Who is it?" the man clenched the knife in his hand, making a threat, and shouted in a low voice.

"Big brother, it's me Xiaoyu. A voice came from outside the door.

Hearing this, the man's expression relaxed a lot and immediately opened the door.

But I saw a swarthy man standing at the door, his lower half of his face was thick, and especially his eyes were bright, which looked extraordinarily bright.

The man let the little fish in, and then leaned out to observe the scene outside, and only closed the door quickly after finding that there was nothing unusual.

"Xiaoyu, what's the situation outside?" As soon as the door closed, the man immediately couldn't wait to ask.

"How? What else, the Demon Venerable is rampant in the world, and the world is powerless. Let's continue to be a shrunken turtle!" Xiao Yu sighed as he skillfully took off the fake beard on his face, washed the camouflage on his face, and in a blink of an eye, he changed from a rough man to a delicate young man.

"Then where did Xiao Feng and Duan Shizi go?" the man hesitated. Asked. These two people are strong in martial arts, and if they join hands to lead everyone to fight against the Demon Sect, everyone will hide like rats.

Xiao Feng is a Khitan alien race, and he is hated by everyone, and he can stand by like Murong Bo's father and son. But for the sake of the righteousness of the Great Song Wulin, he, a Khitan, risked his life to besiege the Demon King. Later, even Xiao Yuanshan was killed in battle, so chivalrous and courageous, he won everyone's respect.

"On that day, the Demon Venerable suddenly brought people to kill, and when they were caught off guard, everyone was exhausted. The scene was chaotic, and Xiao Feng has not heard from him since. However, I heard a rumor not long ago that he seemed to be leaving with a woman on the Wanyue Mountain, and I don't know if it's true or not. ”

"As for Duan Shizi, he has ascended the throne not long ago. The imperial court and martial arts have always been two rivers and lakes, although their Dali Duan clan is also a martial arts family, but many people in the Dali court do not want to confront the demon sect that is in full swing. Although Emperor Duan could not lead everyone to fight against the Demon Sect, he spoke, saying that as long as everyone went to Dali. He will protect everyone's safety. Although Dali is in a safe corner, it is guarded by the imperial army, and it is estimated that the power of the Demon Sect will not be able to make any waves there. The young man sighed.

Dali can only fight against the Demon Sect, and Dali wants to send troops into the territory of the Great Song Dynasty to exterminate the disciples of the Demon Sect. If the Great Song Dynasty did not agree, the subjects of Dali would not agree to Duan Yu's meddling.

"We are hiding in the countryside now, we must be careful not to expose our whereabouts at all, how dare we leave to go to Dali. We can get this news. The people of the Demon Sect can naturally do it, it is estimated that the road to Dali is covered with a large number of Demon Sect disciples, and we used to throw ourselves into the net. The man was not pleased at all.

"Who's to say it's not?" the young man smiled bitterly.

"I remember. On that day, it was Grandma Tong and the monk who led everyone out of the prison. Even big masters like Xiao Feng and Murong Bo had to follow her. Later, she escaped under the Demon Lord's Death Demon Knife, and it was no problem to deal with that Demon Venerable, but I don't know where she is now?" That knife was called the 'Death Magic Knife' by everyone.

Although she escaped, she was also seriously injured, and later seemed to be approached by the enemy, and has not been heard from since. The young man shook his head and sighed.

Tianshan Tong's grandmother is both righteous and evil, and now she is ninety-six years old, and she has already seen through the rise and fall of the rivers and lakes. If it weren't for the Demon Lord offending her, she would be furious, and she wouldn't have fought against the Demon Lord with others that day. Later, although he escaped, he was also grazed by a knife and was seriously injured.

Grandma Tong's injuries were not yet healed, but she was found by Li Qiushui, who didn't know where to get the news.

"How can this be? Is there no one in the world who can compete with him?" said the man.

"Yes, yes, but ...... Alas!" The young man thought about it and couldn't help but sigh.

"Who is it?" asked the man.

"It's Murong Bo and his son!" the young man said of these two people, his face was full of disdain, anger, humiliation, and joy, and he looked very contradictory.

"What? It's these two life-hungry barbarians. The man slapped the stone table and said angrily. On the day of the siege of the Demon Lord, only Murong Bo's father and son sat and watched the situation above the first-class masters. Later, although he was safe and sound, it was also despised by many surviving martial arts people. If it weren't for their strong martial arts, I would have given them a look at the color.

Great Song Wulin has always hated foreign races, even if it is a big hero like Xiao Feng, he was shouted and beaten by everyone after his identity was exposed. This time, everyone actually elected Murong Bo of Xianbei as the leader of the Demon Sect, which shows that the martial arts of the rivers and lakes have reached the point of life and death. For the sake of the future, everyone had to accept this fact in humiliation.

Compared with the sinister and cunning Murong Bo, everyone would rather choose Xiao Feng, but unfortunately there is no news of Xiao Feng now. As a result, the survivors who were forced to be helpless had no choice but to pinch their noses and admit it.

"Even if Murong Bo's father and son are willing to make a move, our chances of winning are slim. The man sighed.

"Who said it wasn't, if it weren't for the fact that the battle was too tragic, our martial arts masters would have been almost wiped out by the Demon Lord alone. How can we little people still block the Demon Sect's butcher's knife?" the young man couldn't help but tremble when he thought of that battle, and his face showed fear that could not be concealed. That battle was terrifying.

At the end of the day's battle, it was almost the top players in the rivers and lakes who blocked the Demon Lord, and only those who were individual or poor in martial arts would escape.

Especially the Demon Lord's devastating sword, which completely broke the backbone of the righteous path. The backbone of the righteous path martial arts was almost slaughtered. For example, Shaolin, under the slaughter of the Demon Lord's Death Demon Knife, all the masters of the Xuanzi generation were wiped out, and nearly ninety percent of the Huizi generation were killed and injured, which can be described as a heavy loss.

Those who survived were powerless to resist the tyranny of the Demon Cult, and could only survive under the obscenity of the Cult.

"If it weren't for those masters, do you think we would have been able to defeat the Demon Lord?" the man asked rhetorically.

"But the price is too great, isn't it? Our righteous path masters were almost completely wiped out in that battle, but the ruthless characters of the Demon Sect were unscathed, so we still have to hide under their obscenity. The young man smiled wryly.

"At least, the Demon Lord is alive. His power is desperate. And the current Demon Venerable, strong is strong, but there are still people who are not afraid of him! "The man has his own calculations, the power of the Demon Lord is not something that can be defeated by human beings at all, as long as he kills the Demon Lord, any price can be accepted.

......

It is a beautiful valley with flowers in full bloom and small bridges flowing water. The little beast is cute, the beauty is like a flower, and it is full of poetry.

In the room, three beautiful women are standing by the bed. His eyes looked at the young man on the bed worriedly. The young man's face was pale, his eyes were closed, and if it weren't for the slight heaving of his chest, others would probably think he was going to die.

"Yu Yan. How's it going?" Li Qingluo subconsciously asked her daughter beside her. Although I knew about his situation, I couldn't help but ask more, it seemed that this was the only way. Your own heart will be at peace.

"Before he fell unconscious, he had no immortal true qi to protect his heart before he could take his last breath. I transferred to his exercises, and with my internal strength, I continued to repair his injuries, and with the large amount of medicinal herbs and elixirs he left in the valley, his injuries have been controlled, and now they are gradually getting better. Wang Yuyan took a jade bottle, poured out a golden pill full of fragrant fragrance, and carefully fed it to Zhang Feng.

On that day, Zhang Feng didn't know if his plan would succeed, so he arranged Li Qingluo and others in Zhangjiagu, and also transported eighty percent of the property that the Divine Sect had looted for many years. Among them, there are countless martial arts cheats, elixirs, and divine swords.

This time to treat Zhang Feng's injuries, thanks to his selfishness at the time, otherwise how could there be so many panaceas to take?

Zhang Feng was so badly injured in that battle that even his skills were wasted, and only a true qi coiled across his heart was left, and he held his breath and did not disperse. Even Wang Yuyan was helpless in this situation, and later after looking through the cheats that Zhang Feng left in the valley, he learned from his annotations that his "Immortal Divine Skill" had a very obvious healing effect.

If you want to cultivate to an extremely high level, you must be in harmony with yourself in the exercises, and only after you can cultivate will you have a future. And "Immortal Magic" belongs to Zhang Feng, not Wang Yuyan. If she cultivated this technique, she would only end up stuck in front of the innate door and it would be difficult to improve.

Wang Yuyan knew a lot of martial arts information from Zhang Feng, and knew that the best one for herself was the best. However, in order to cure Zhang Feng, she didn't say a word, and abolished "Demon Breaking Skill" and rebuilt "Immortal Divine Skill". After cultivating the "Immortal Divine Skill", with the assistance of the elixir, Wang Yuyan's cultivation progress was extremely fast. If his skills are high, Zhang Feng's recovery will be faster.

In the haze, a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.

The three girls glanced at each other, and their smiles couldn't help but bloom.

In the blink of an eye, three months have passed.

On this day, Zhang Feng sat on the chair with a very bright smile on his face.

With a mouth, Li Qingluoyu twisted a piece of pulp into his mouth. After chewing a few times and swallowing it into his stomach, Zhang Feng opened his mouth again, and Ou Jingyan raised his arm and carefully fed a spoonful of chicken soup.

"I regret it now, why do I want to be a sect leader with you? Living a good life with you is my greatest happiness. Zhang Feng couldn't help but sigh. This sincere sentence is more heartwarming than the sweet words of the past.

I was worried about how to deal with their relationship, but I didn't expect that once I was seriously injured, everything would be solved. They are deeply afraid that they will not be comfortable, so they serve themselves every day, so that Zhang Feng can enjoy what is called Gentle Township is Hero's Tomb.

Ou Jingyan and Li Qingluo were all over when they heard this, and they glanced at Zhang Feng with silky eyes, and there was indescribable tenderness and sweetness in their eyes.

Even Wang Yuyan, who was in charge of Zhang Feng, had a flush on her face after listening to Zhang Feng's words.

"Really?" Li Qingluo glanced at him charmingly, and said crisply.

"Of course it's true. Zhang Feng patted his chest, and justice was awe-inspiring.

"In that case, don't go out when your strength recovers. Wang Yuyan, who was behind her, suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" Zhang Feng was dumbfounded.

"What? Aren't you just telling the truth?" Ou Jingyan glared at Zhang Feng directly.

"How is it possible? In ancient times, King Zhou You smiled for the Pomeranians, and the princes of the beacon fire. Today, I, Zhang Feng, asked myself if my love for beauty was not inferior to him, and in order to make the three beauties feel at ease, I would not frown if I gave up the position of the leader of the Wanyue Sect. Zhang Feng smiled and stretched out his hand to take Wang Yuyan behind him into his arms.

"Dead!" Li Qingluo grabbed the soft flesh on Zhang Feng's waist with her hand, and glanced at him angrily. A few months ago, Zhang Feng's life was in danger, and Li Qingluo was worried every day, for fear that Zhang Feng would die suddenly. In order to let Zhang Feng be safe and sound, she prayed to God and worshiped Buddha, and promised that as long as he woke up, she would not stop the relationship between him and Wang Yuyan.

Zhang Feng hugged the beauty in his arms, smelling the fragrance emanating from her body, and the whole person couldn't help but be intoxicated.

He was killed in his previous life, and in this life he has become extreme, suspicious, and hateful. During this recuperation, Zhang Feng felt the affection of his wife and the admiration of his children, which made Zhang Feng feel unprecedented satisfaction.

In his free time, Zhang Feng silently realized the past and present life. When he thought of the person who killed him in his previous life, Zhang Feng had no sorrow or joy in his heart, and weighed the gains and losses from the perspective of a third party.

Should Zhang Feng hate him or thank him?

If time goes back, Zhang Feng knows that he is still willing to kill him, not for anything else, just to have a wife and children in this world.

Thinking about it like this, what is there to hate? Zhang Feng had the answer in his heart.

In an instant, the hatred in his heart had been quietly and silently put down, and the goodness of his previous life finally appeared in his heart again. He is no longer a terrifying demon lord now, but a loving Zhang Feng.

Once the hatred that had been suppressed in his heart for twenty years was put down, Zhang Feng only felt that his soul was complete and sublimated. It was like being the water in a lake, peaceful and pure. The clouds in the sky are ethereal and free. The peaks in the mountains are majestic and vast.

Opening his eyes, a knowing smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Feng's mouth.

Wang Yuyan suddenly found that Zhang Feng's temperament had changed, his eyes seemed to be as deep as wisdom, and as tolerant as the sea.

"Who were you just now?" Wang Yuyan opened her big bright eyes and looked at Zhang Feng curiously.

"I figured out one thing just now. Zhang Feng said with a smile.

"What's the matter?" Not only Wang Yuyan was curious, but Ou Jingyan and Li Qingluo also posted it.

Zhang Feng was silent for a while, and finally decided to tell them about his magical experience. Reincarnation is his biggest secret, but the three of them are fully qualified to know it.

The reason why a secret is a secret is not because it is too precious, but because others do not have a deep enough status in his heart. And the three daughters are the ones he loves the most, and they are fully qualified to share his deepest secrets.

Under Zhang Feng's low and emotional narration, a different world was vividly displayed in front of their eyes, which made the three girls surprised and sighed. With the passage of time, Zhang Feng finally simply finished telling the experience of his previous life.

“...... I was killed by that man, but I didn't expect to open my eyes again and turn into a newborn child. Zhang Feng said with a smile.

"Good intentions are not rewarded, that guy is so hateful. Ou Jingyan wrinkled her cute nose and said indignantly.

"Yes, yes, he will definitely not die well in the future. Li Qingluo thought of Zhang Feng's experience, and couldn't help but touch him with pity.

Although Wang Yuyan didn't say anything, her pretty face was flushed, which showed that she was not angry in her heart.

"Haha, what's so angry, if it weren't for him, how would I be reborn into this world? How can I marry you three flower-like ladies?" Zhang Feng laughed. The hatred in his heart was put down, and his mind changed. Now he can't help but be grateful to that person in his heart. If there was no him, how could he have such a happy family?

"That makes sense, but the man is still very hateful. The third girl couldn't help but nodded. (To be continued......)