One hundred and twenty years ago, Shakyamuni Brahma slayed the demon dragon on Mount Dhara.

A hundred years ago, demons came out of Middle-earth.

The demons gathered the demon sect people who were hiding everywhere, and absorbed countless demon clans with high skills to recreate the demon sect.

In Middle-earth and Taoism, a great war was launched.

The first Buddha under the Brahma seat, Moggallan, was killed by the demon in the North Underworld.

Ye Chen, the great disciple of Rong Ye Dao, was killed by the demon in Kunlun.

Then, the two sects of Taoism and Buddhism sent countless masters.

As a result, no one was able to defeat the enemy.

The Demon Sect is full of evil ways.

With the blood of mortal infants, sacrifice and refine magic weapons.

Harness countless mortals and enslave them.

Ordinary people, struggling to survive in the cracks, and the monks who are worshiped by them every year are not opponents of the devil.

The whole of Middle-earth, bleeding like a long river, is miserable.

So, Rong Ye Daoren, the head of Tianhu Mountain, took off the crown of the head of the house and walked down Tianhu Mountain.

Fight the demon in Kunlun.

The demon kills Rong Ye, and the murder is famous.

Then, the confident demon led more than a thousand demon sect members to kill the Taoist ancestral court and Tianhu Mountain.

As a result, more than a thousand demon sects were wiped out, and the demons were severely injured and fled alone.

The two religions of Taoism and Buddhism sent countless masters to pursue Yu Demon, and the demon fought out of the encirclement.

Run to Saibei.

Then, in order to regain his strength as soon as possible, the demon made a second decision that he regretted.

The demon began to slaughter the herdsmen of the steppe, and began to slaughter the peasants of the northern part of the country, in order to absorb the vigorous blood of the living beings.

The three hundred monks of the Wild Outer Sect went out and besieged the demons.

The demon was not angry but happy, slaughtered them until there were only three people left, absorbed a large number of cultivators, and contained the blood of vitality, and the cultivation recovered more quickly.

Then, the demon who was extremely excited followed the head of the Wild Outer Sect who was seriously injured and dying and his two apprentices to the Wild Outer Mountain.

The bloody, miserable Gendao people rushed into the Taoist temple.

Came to the Taoist temple, in the hall, in front of the black iron statue.

The Gendao man flew up and took the iron sword from the iron statue's hand.

The blade of the iron sword, which is more than a meter long, is as wide as a human palm.

It's covered in rust.

The Gendao people carried their vitality and injected the iron sword.

The iron sword began to heat and redden.

Then, the blade of the sword scattered silver light.

A dragon's roar rang out in the silver light.

The Gendao man let go of his hand, and the silver sword broke through the air, turning into a snow-white divine dragon in midair.

This dragon is nearly ten meters long, and its body looks very slender, and its sideburns are blue.

In the dragon's white eyes, there were no pupils.

This is the spirit of the protector of the Wild Outer Sect.

It is the mountain protection array of the Wild Outer Sect.

It is the last hole card of the Wild Outer Sect.

"I thought," he said, standing on the mountainside, looking up at the snow-white dragon flying down from the sky.

The demon shook his head and lowered his head, and looked at the Kedao man who was standing with a sword not far away, his legs trembling constantly, and looked at the head of the Wasteland Sect who was sitting on the ground with a miserable face and a decadent face.

"You went to ask for reinforcements, and as a result, you brought in such a thing. ”

The demon swung his right fist at the divine dragon that swooped down, and the rich and majestic pitch-black vitality gushed out from its right fist.

The black fist-shaped vitality slammed into the dragon.

The dragon roared.

In the roar, it pierced through the essence of the vitality on the fist.

"Huh?" said a look of surprise on the demon's face, looking up at the dragon that was swooping towards him.

"It's a bit of a doorway. ”

The demon swooped down towards the dragon and stretched out the palm of his right hand.

The pitch-black palm-shaped vitality like essence grabbed the divine dragon that rushed down.

The dragon writhed in the dark palm of his hand.

Countless scales peeled off from the struggling dragon.

Pieces of crystal dragon scales turned into nothingness in mid-air.

Grabbing at the void with one hand, the demon stretched out his other hand, clenched it into a fist, and struck at the divine dragon in the air.

The black vitality rises in the sky.

The fist-shaped vitality, carrying a majestic momentum, struck the dragon body.

The first punch, the dragon roared again and again.

The second punch, the slender dragon body, began to crack.

With the third punch, the crack spread to the dragon's body.

In the fourth fist, on the condensed dragon head, a phantom began to appear, and gradually became a dragon.

Seeing this, the head of the Wasteland Sect, an old man over eighty years old, showed a look of despair.

And the Kedao man who was standing in front of the old man, holding the hilt of the sword, looked at the divine dragon that was about to collapse in the hands of the demon, and his fragile nerves could not support it.

The long sword in his hand turned into a red light.

The red light flew towards the demon who was about to throw the fifth punch.

The red light flew in front of the demon.

Demonic in his hand.

The demon saw the trembling red sword body in the palm of his hand, a playful look appeared in his gray eyes, and the hand holding the sword was slightly forced.

The sword broke in two.

The pale Kedao man, his body went limp, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he collapsed on the ground.

At this time, the Gendao people flew to the side of the head of the Wild Outer Sect, looked at the old man with a desperate look on his face, and shouted loudly: "Master!"

The old man turned his head, looked at the face of the root Daoist, and smiled slightly.

"Gen, I'm not good anymore. The old man touched the robe on his body, and looked down at the blood that was still oozing from the robe with a miserable face.

"I really didn't expect that after so many years, you have entered the Empty Ming Realm. ”

Looking at the apprentice who had never paid much attention to him before and had mediocre qualifications, the old man smiled with relief.

The smile was very poignant.

The smile was very sad.

"From now on, you are the head of the Wild Outer Sect. ”

Gen Daoren's face changed greatly, and he said in shock: "Master, why is this so, now that the great enemy is present, the Desolate Outer Sect still has to rely on Shizun to preside over the overall situation! Besides, Gen Dao is shallow, and his virtue is low, so it is difficult to take on great responsibilities." ”

Hearing this, the old man's face showed anger, looked at the root Dao man kneeling on the ground, and roared sharply: "It is precisely because of the urgency of the situation that I passed on to you, do you dare to disobey the name of the teacher!?

"The root doesn't dare, doesn't dare. Looking at the old man with a fierce face, Gendaoren's face was terrified, and he hurriedly replied.

"I want you to succeed the head of the house. Stretching out his hand, the old man spread out his fan-like palm and covered it on the top of the head of the Gendao man, and there was a faint splash in his eyes.

"Because the teacher is incompetent, the Wild Outer Sect is about to be destroyed by the demon in my hands, I want you to listen to the last order of the teacher, take your junior brother, and leave the Wild Mountain while the demon is distracted. ”

"What !?" Hearing this, Gendaoren's face once again showed a look of shock.

"Also, never be an enemy of the demons, and leave the last bit of blood for my Desolate Outer Sect. Looking at the Gendao man with a shocked face, the old man smiled miserably.

"You are my disciple, you are not allowed to disobey my orders!"

"Root, obey. Gendaoren lowered his head, tears flashed in his eyes, and replied loudly.

As soon as the root Dao man finished speaking, a large amount of vitality gushed out from the old man's palm.

The vitality flowed along the top of the head of the Gendao people, merged into the mud pill palace of the Gendao people, and converged to the dantian of the Gendao people.

These vitality are the lifelong cultivation of Taoists.

It is the vitality that the old man has refined and absorbed in the past 60 years.