The night is thick, and the night that has lost the dragon's eye shines, and there are countless stars shining, which is more gorgeous and fascinating.

The top of the Seven Nights of the Canglong is the Horn Residence. The horn is the first of the seven houses, and it is the horn of the dragon. The dragon horn is the first rush of the fight, and it is so fierce.

The horn host star is two, which is called Tianguan and Tianmen, which are the left and right horns of the green dragon.

Leng Xiao stood quietly with his head held high, only to see that the two main stars of the corner were suddenly shining brightly, like blue and white, hazy and deep. These two stars are like bones, and the surrounding small stars outline a pair of dragon horn shadows. If it was an illusion before, but at this moment, it is really like the horn of a real dragon lying across the sky.

He was originally heading towards Kangsu, the throat of the dragon is in a different place, and among the three stars he has seen, it is the place where Kangsu has the most power.

Now seeing the natural vision of Jiaosu, Leng Xiao immediately turned around and headed towards Jiaosu.

The pair of dragon horns, still with starlight, bloomed a piece of indigo, looking noble and cold, like the cold moon, unattainable.

It's just that this cold moon, which enjoyed the attention of all beings in the past, seems to be so ordinary on the edge of this starry sky, as if it is the most insignificant one among the many stars.

And he hurried to the place under that corner, and it was a land of plains. There were originally some tribes living in this place, but after the stars suddenly rose, the dust had long since returned to dust and earth.

The starlight of the horn is reflected on the plain, reflecting the plain into a brilliant color.

Under his gaze, the sun slowly rose at the dragon's head. The night has passed, and a new day has arrived. And the sun, at the end of the horizon, as far as his eyes could see.

Even on the day of birth, in an instant, this starlight was suppressed. And the deep cave behind the stone gate also slowly added a bit of bright color.

In the cave, a young figure suddenly rushed out, and his age was still a little less than Leng Xiao, his face was green and immature, but it was stained with a trace of blood that had long dried up.

The young man's eyebrows were a little slack, but they were instantly solemn. didn't even have time to appreciate the rising sun, so he cast his first look after escaping to Leng Xiao.

He was in rags, holding something tightly in his hand, and suddenly he stepped on it, kicked a few wisps of grass, and pounced towards Leng Xiao in an instant.

Although he acted decisively, there was still a hint of hesitation in his eyes. Seeing that Leng Xiaoshang was a little indifferent, as if he hadn't reacted, he had a strong punch, but when it came to the end, he collected three points of strength.

Only at the moment when the fist landed in front of him, Leng Xiao raised his hand instantly, opened his five fingers, and easily closed the fist in the palm of his hand, no matter what the young man did, it was difficult to escape.

"You!" a trace of surprise flashed in the young man's eyes, Xu was injured, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"You're not decisive enough. ”

Leng Xiao suddenly let go of his hand, and the young man hurriedly retreated, and almost fell back into the cave. The cave was like an ancient beast with its mouth open, and there was a dead silence.

This young man has the heart to make a decisive move, but he does not have the heart to kill decisively. To put it bluntly, it's still not decisive enough. After all, everyone is not born with a knife and blood.

He walked slowly towards the corner of the cave mansion, and when the young man saw Leng Xiao coming towards him, he couldn't help but dodge to the side a little, and he still didn't let down his vigilance in his eyes.

Picked up a gap, suddenly sped up, and switched positions with Leng Xiao. In this way, Leng Xiao is located between him and Jiaosu, and he, the sky in front of him is high and the sea is wide, as if he is at ease.

He finally relaxed a little. And from beginning to end, it was just his wishful thinking, and Leng Xiao never thought of doing anything with him. He suddenly had a hint of shame on his face, clenched his fists slightly at Leng Xiao, and said, "Little brother Fang Cai has offended a lot, thank you for your forgiveness!"

Leng Xiao paused and shook his head slightly: "Although these hands have long been stained with filth, they are not so red that they turn black." ”

Under the young man's gaze, Leng Xiao stepped into the deep realm. The young man's expression changed, and he finally shouted: "There is a strange thing in it, it may be a weapon, and it has changed hands many times, I wish the eldest brother success!"

He waited for three breaths, and the person with the cold face before him was silent as if he had never appeared. He couldn't help but sigh lightly, because of this strange thing, many elders in the gate fell, and some came with him, but now he was the only one left.

Human life is like a flower blooming and falling, after all, it is nothing but selfishness.

Leng Xiao's figure suddenly sank into the endless darkness, even if the fire was burning in his hand, the visible place was only three feet. The young man's words still echoed in his ears, more silly than sincere.

Everyone cares for themselves, and in this world, how many people will ask for the life of a stranger?

He whispered, "Borrow auspicious words." ”

It's just that these shallow words seem to echo in his heart, and no outsiders will hear about them after all.

After dozens of breaths, his body touched the ground lightly, and there was a sense of solidity under his feet, not the flow of coarse sand and ugly soil, but as solid as the masonry floor.

And the gentle friction of his toes also looks quite smooth.

He gently held a flame in his hand, illuminating the heavens and the earth. Under his feet is paved with bluestone, and the gap between the stone slabs is quite large, and he may be able to stuff a finger. On this bluestone slab, what made him feel quite smooth, turned out to be a pool of fresh blood, stained with dust, and a little viscous.

Two steps in front of him, an old man lay on the ground, long gone, and the blood flowed from his neck.

But I saw a middle-aged man in front of him, and the huge stick weapon in his hand was still stained with mottled blood. He raised his eyes, narrowed them slightly, and stared at Leng Xiao tightly.

This middle-aged man, exuding Yuanying cultivation, just looked at it for a long time before he said: "The horned soldier is not on a certain body, and a certain has no intention of having a dispute with Your Excellency." ”

Hearing this, Leng Xiao took a few steps out of the way. Seeing this, the middle-aged man clenched his fists slightly at Leng Xiao, and immediately rushed out.

"Horned soldiers?"

Leng Xiao whispered, and a cloud of spiritual mist slowly rose from the old man's body, which showed that the middle-aged man was seriously injured, and he didn't even dare to move the spiritual mist, so he fled quickly.

He raised his hand and took two breaths to refine this spiritual mist. The golden pill in the body no longer rotated, as if it was too thick and heavy, and it was already powerless to rotate, but on the original foundation, it suddenly cracked a dense crack.

He found a corner, leaned against the wall, and hid in the shadows. It's just that this body is surging with aura, just like a light in the night, and it can be detected from a distance.

Leng Xiao couldn't care about it anymore, and the golden pill slowly peeled off the first fragment, and one of the clear faces was faintly visible.

This countenance, with the appearance of all beings, is just a baby. His hands and feet were curled up, his eyes were closed, his nose was breathing, and the tip of his nose was spitting, which was actually a thick spiritual mist.

As the baby cried for the first time, the heavens and the earth seemed to be shaken, and the golden pill suddenly turned into golden stars and dispersed. It is formless and substantial, but if people have desires, they have form. The golden star kept falling on the baby, and the baby grew rapidly as if it had gone through the years.

But in just a few breaths, it has changed into a cold appearance. A face, no joy or sorrow, but the figure is blurred, like a mist, which will dissipate when the wind blows.

"At the beginning of the baby, the realm of the first baby!"

This primordial infant appears extremely small, as if it is inferior to dust, but it is also very large, as if when you open your eyes, it is the whole world. There is form and phase, starting from chaos and transcending chaos.

The primordial infant of each monk, influenced by the path he cultivates, will produce different colors, like the seven colors of the rainbow, take one of them.

And Leng Xiao, the primordial baby, is a dark purple color, I don't know if it is affected by the purple qi from the east, or the influence of the evil qi in the body, so that it has the color it has now.

It's just that this feeling makes him very comfortable, as if he has broken free from a layer of shackles and gained a new detachment.

"Who's there?"

He suddenly opened his eyes, and in the deep darkness in the distance, there was a loud shout. There was a hint of vigilance and murderous intent in this voice.

Leng Xiao's emanating aura suddenly converged, and only a demonic aura was rampant.

A flame ignited in his hand, reflecting his face in a flickering light, and a vague figure could be seen in the distance.

Seeing that Leng Xiao was a demon cultivator, the killing intent exuded by that person restrained a little, but he sneered and said, "It's just the right time for my friend to come." ”

After that, as soon as his body moved, he also left the cave.

And where he was standing just now, there was a pool of red blood.

This bloodstain has flowed all the way. Leng Xiao followed the bloodstains, and in front of him was a deep corridor.

How many people, in their whole life, can hardly reach the realm of the infant, how many people, extremely poor, but finally the realm of the infant. And how many people's blood has he been contaminated with in his cultivation?

At the end of the road, a brilliant starlight bloomed, making it difficult for people to see.

In the starlight, an old man with long eyebrows walked out, two long eyebrows, almost down to his knees. He was covered in blood, and a cyan sword was clenched in his hand.

This indigo long sword, under this starlight, flashed a little cold light, I don't know how much blood I drank, but it was not stained.

According to the words of the young man he first met, he should have never seen this indigo sword with his eyes. And Leng Xiao, who has just stepped in, and even just in the corridor, has not yet entered the hall, and has already seen the whole picture.

Horned soldiers, horned soldiers.

He has always regarded himself as a gentleman in his heart, and the things that a gentleman loves, even if he takes them, there is also a way. And is this kind of killing and plundering against the way of this gentleman?

In fact, the gentleman with the feather fan gently swaying was also wearing a bloody suit. If you want to be a saint, don't set foot in this world. But so-and-so, he was born in this river and lake.

The blood in the heart, when boiling is boiling, when it is indifferent, it is indifferent!

"Old gentleman, a certain is missing a handy weapon, this corner soldier, a certain want. ”

The old man slowly raised his head, and he was actually kind and kind-eyed. But in this corner of the cave mansion, how many people survived and left after entering these thousands?

His wrinkled hands were dripping dark red blood.

The old man with long eyebrows glanced at Leng Xiao and nodded slightly, his eyes showing a bit of appreciation and admiration. I only heard him say: "Xiaoyou's appearance and voice must have changed." It is the luck of my demon clan to cultivate as it is in its prime!"

He paused for a moment and said: "The old man is stingy, and he is also happy to this horned soldier, even if he sees the outstanding descendants in the clan, he is not willing to give it away." ”

"It doesn't matter, so-and-so has never been eaten by spurs. ”

The old man with long eyebrows was even more admired in his eyes, and laughed softly: "Although the old man is not talented, he is also a real infant cultivator. The sword has no eyes, and it doesn't recognize any kindred!"

Leng Xiao's right hand swayed lightly, stretched out two fingers obliquely, and between the aura, his whole body exuded a shocking sword intent. In the face of interests, there is no distinction between the human race and the demon race, and the only difference is between yourself and others.

A trace of green light suddenly flashed on his body, and his body turned into sword qi, and he walked towards the old man with long eyebrows. The old man with long eyebrows was still smiling, and his two long eyebrows swayed in the wind.

But the movements in his hands were not slow at all, and he suddenly raised his horned soldiers, like an old chef cutting vegetables, and he met it smoothly, and fell like raindrops on the window lattice.

Leng Xiao penetrated the old man in an instant, with one hand behind him, and the other hand pointed diagonally, his body seemed to be swallowed by the starlight, half revealed, half hidden, a few drops of blood came out between his fingers, and slowly fell towards the ground.

The old man with long eyebrows slowly turned around, and at this moment, nearly half of his two long eyebrows had been broken, and a deep wound on his chest seemed to have been pierced.

His face was always calm, and he smiled: "There are talented people in the country, and when they are old, they can't hold the sword." ”

Leng Xiao turned to look at him and said, "The old gentleman clearly doesn't know how to use the sword, so why waste the sword." ”

"The little poster's words are wrong, swords, guns, swords, halberds, how can it be or not? ”

"Even if the old gentleman holds this sword, he can't kill so-and-so. ”

"Little Housheng, you are too weak, so weak that Lao Er feels ashamed. The long-eyebrow old man sighed lightly.

"Although a certain force is weak, it is just right to take down the old gentleman at this moment. ”

Leng Xiao said, slowly walking towards the old man with long eyebrows. Although the old man with long eyebrows still had a smile on his face, the trace of murderous intent in the depths of his eyes did not hide it much.

As if he wanted to say something, he opened his mouth and laughed twice, but then quickly ran away from the corridor.

Leng Xiao didn't say a word, as if he was just a bystander with cold eyes, but his figure was like cooking smoke, slowly dissipating, and when he reappeared, he was already closely following the old man.

A hazy shadow suddenly rose behind him, and his face could be faintly discerned. He suddenly pointed forward, and the Yuan Ying also pointed with him.

The old man's figure was only hidden in the darkness, but he snorted, and Leng Xiao understood the direction, chased after him, and walked out of the cave in an instant.

One of the two chased, the other fled, and after two hours, the aura of the elder with long eyebrows was almost dry, but Leng Xiao's aura was as if it was inexhaustible, and it was still very full.

The old man glanced back, and when he saw Leng Xiao approaching, his heart couldn't help jumping. He shouted at Leng Xiao: "That's it, no matter who this horned soldier falls into, it will also fall into the hands of my demon clan, and Lao Er should give this opportunity to future generations!"

But as soon as he opened his mouth, the old man's face showed a touch of surprise, although he was old, his voice was also clear, and when he said this, he was indeed very old.

The power of time is silent. The spring and autumn of the crossing, the years of sorrow.