"In ancient times, everything was born on the vast land, and man was just a wisp of it, and his lifespan was not long and he was hunted by demons and beasts, and he was extremely miserable.

Humans, beasts, demons, ghosts and gods, compete for supremacy on the earth.

As time passed, the crowd gathered to live in symbiosis against the invasion of all things, and the Shinra guarded the left and right, feeding on faith and forging an immortal body.

After many years, people will cultivate and ascend, follow the footsteps of their ancestors and become immortals, immortal and immortal, hidden in the mountains and fields, and never contact outsiders."

An elderly man stood on a stone platform, all of which were children.

"Master, are there really immortal people in this world?"

The elder smiled lightly, but did not answer, and walked away with the scroll in his hand.

This rumor of immortality is actually just the records of ancient ancestors, and no one has ever really seen the gods come into the world.

As early as thousands of years ago, the Central Plains changed, and the originally flat land overflowed into a high mountain, dividing the land into two, forming two places, north and south. Later, the wild sand swept the east, and the Central Plains was divided into three pieces.

The earth changed abruptly in just over ten years, demons and beasts were afraid of it, hidden in the mountains and forests and did not reappear, human beings became the dominant land in the Central Plains, and the theory of faith stood up.

Human beings go against the sky with their minds and practice immortal arts, even demons and beasts are afraid. After hundreds of years, human beings occupied the most places on the vast land.

Especially in the Central Plains, all living beings are rich and prosperous, and capable people and people are born one after another. The land outside the territory and in the north is barren and occupied by people. Monsters and ghosts can only shrink their heads between the mountains and forests, a place that is inaccessible to people, and there are immortal beasts in the deep sea, and human beings are still one of them, busy all their lives.

However, the size of the world cannot be explored by a short life alone, and with the passage of time, the heart of comparison is more victorious, and the cultivators gather with the same heart to create sect branches, and they are no longer bent on seeking immortals.

Today, the Central Plains has long been divided, and the various sects have never dared to take it lightly in order to defend against outsiders.

Among them, although Lingyun is a rising star, he has become the leader of the Central Plains and is admired by tens of thousands of people. Until the appearance of his disciple Lin Feng, all this will change because of this...

Late at night, Wan Lai was silent, and after the third watch, all the Lingyun disciples had already fallen asleep, but Lin Feng sat at the end of the bed and looked at the night sky in a daze.

Tears moistened the corners of his eyes and caressed his cheeks without listening to his master's orders.

He was bitter and sad in his heart, his father and mother must have been killed by others, but he didn't know who the enemy was and why.

He has bitterness in his heart, it is his own suffering, and he refuses to let go of hatred and torture.

He has hatred in his heart, hatred for himself, hatred for his incompetence, hatred for not being able to avenge his parents, hatred for himself still not knowing where the enemy is.

Others come to Lingyun, some to become immortals, some to learn art, and some to hate. They study hard and practice hard, and they dare not relax at all. Only Lin Feng, who had no goal in front of him, was obsessed with resentment all day long.

Facing the starry sky, Lin Feng secretly vowed that if one day he knew who had harmed his parents, he would let him taste all the torture he could think of. To make him miserable, to make him life worse than death, to make him regret and resent.

Murderous.

The small house was no longer enough to bear it, and through the crack in the door, the disciples in the house on both sides felt the coldness, and wrapped the quilt tightly around their bodies in their dreams.

No one knows, no one hears of it.

At this time, the word human nature is distorted and inflated.