If the leader of the two realms of immortals and Buddhas, and the spiritual pillar respected by tens of thousands of people, is the proud sword, then the spiritual symbol of the demon sect is the old man of the black evil, it is no exaggeration to say that if there is no old man of the black evil, under the shameless suppression of the two ways of immortals and Buddhas, the demon religion will not exist to this day.

It is said that the old man was originally just a low-level disciple of the Heaven Killing Sect, but he was diligent and penance, and his talent was extremely high, and he practiced for thousands of miles, and in just a few decades, he tried his best to eliminate dissidents and climbed to the position of the leader of the Heaven Killing Sect. The Second Dao of the Buddha launched a counterattack, and the old man of the Black Sha took the lead and became the leader of the Demon Sect Alliance, leading tens of thousands of people from the Demon Sect to confront the 100,000 army of the Immortals and the Second Dao of the Buddha.

The old man is not only talented in cultivation, but also shows far beyond ordinary military talent when leading everyone to deal with the righteous path, the army of the righteous path is defeated by the demon sect alliance led by the old man of the black evil, this huge war between good and evil, protracted, countless casualties, ten years later, the two armies are still evenly divided, but the casualties on both sides have far exceeded the scope of the righteous people who are compassionate and compassionate.

At that time, the commander of the two armies of Immortals and Buddhas was the Baimei Old Ancestor, the sect leader of the Two Poles Sect, and he saw that the war had continued until now, and there was almost no other effect except for a layer of white bones piled up on the ground, so he took the initiative to find the old man of the black evil to negotiate, hoping to solve this bloody battle between good and evil through peaceful means.

The result of the negotiation between the two sides is the once-in-a-century immortal and demonic argument, and the immortals and demons all send one person with the highest cultivation to compete, which side wins, which is convenient to rule the world for a hundred years. The first Immortal Demon Discussion was the day of the negotiation, but the year was the competition between the Black Evil Old Man and the White Eyebrow Ancestor as the leaders of both sides, and the result was a tiebreaker, and in the following year, the Immortal Demon Discussion continued to be held until the eleventh session, and the people who competed were still the Black Evil Old Man and the White Eyebrow Ancestor, and the result of the eleventh competition was still the two of them. The world is still a situation of opposition between immortals and demons.

According to the time calculation, the most recent one, the fifteenth Immortal and Demon Commentary, should have been a few years ago, but since the Eleventh Immortal Demon Discussion and the White Eyebrow Ancestor disappeared relatively, the Immortal Demon Discussion has not been held again.

The old man of the black evil became the ancestor of the demon sect in the hearts of all beings, not because of the immortal demon theory that was not recognized by the immortal demon descendants, but because the demon sect alliance he led fought against the righteous path army, which won precious time for the demon sect that was already struggling to survive, so that the five demon sects gradually grew, forming a trend of fighting against the immortals and the Buddha.

The Demon Sect has today, and the old man has made great contributions, and now all the people in the Demon Sect still have no dispute that there would be no Demon Sect without the old man. Therefore, in the hearts of all the Demon Sect people, the Black Evil Old Man is their spiritual leader, no wonder after hearing the news that the Black Demon Old Man has passed away, the Slaughter Heaven will be so angry, if this news spreads, it will inevitably set off a storm and waves in the Demon Sect, and the world will inevitably be another bloody storm.

Tu Tian's face was gloomy, his eyes could almost turn the flames into frost, he looked at the direction of the distant Tianshan Mountain outside the door, and muttered: "What an immortal gate, what a righteous path." Hmph, then let this world have another battle of immortals and demons. ”

The Ghost Yin Sect was wiped out overnight, and the news spread all over the world like wings, and the next day the slaughter day learned the news, although the news did not say who destroyed the Ghost Yin Sect, but it was as smart as the slaughter day, and it was clear to me when I thought about it, Xianmen, it had already started. Perhaps in a cold mood, the slaughter had been prepared early in the morning. Perhaps the news of the death of the old man will once again unite all the people in the Demon Sect to deal with the immortals and Buddhas with the same hatred. Thinking like this, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Tu Lutian's mouth, and he suddenly shouted: "Come on!"

Immediately, a disciple greeted him with sincere fear, bowed down and said, "Yes, Sect Master." ”

Tu Tian said coldly: "Inform the rest of the three sect leaders, and by the way, also inform the four demon kings, and say that the old man has passed away, and the executioner who should break his bones and scatter ashes is ......."

He pointed in the direction of the Tianshan Mountain, and the disciple understood, "Yes, sect master." ”

The next day, the news of the tragic death of the old man of the Black Sword Sect under the joint pursuit of the Heavenly Sword Sect spread all over the world, the Demon Sect was shaken, and the hatred of all the people in the Demon Sect for the Heavenly Sword Sect and even the entire Immortal Gate and Buddhism Sect rose to the peak, and in just three days, there were three thousand people in the Demon Sect who consciously organized together, threatening to kill the Heavenly Mountain and avenge the old man of the Black Evil.

And the Heavenly Sword Sect, which was directly targeted at this turmoil, responded to this with an unexpected silence.

According to reliable sources, 90 percent of the 3,000 Demon Sect army were loose cultivators, and only 10 percent were low-level disciples of the Four Sects, and the main personnel of the Four Sects were not directly involved. However, the army of three thousand Demon Sects, commanded by the Gentle Wind Immortals, who were quite famous in the scattered cultivation, were entrenched at the foot of Songshan Mountain, which was three hundred miles away from the Tianshan Mountains. Although the Heavenly Sword Sect had the specific number of people in the Demon Sect's army, and even knew their average cultivation, it did not respond to this. Although three thousand people are just a drop in the bucket compared to the tens of thousands of disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, however, the fact that the Soft Wind Immortal can gather three thousand demon cultivators in a short period of time shows that it has enough cohesion and appeal, and three thousand people, besieging the Heavenly Sword Sect, seems to be enough on the surface.

Time flies, time is like an arrow, and three days pass quietly under the surging dark clouds of all sides.

It is night, the moon is like water, the vast starry sky is as deep as the ocean, the stars are dotted, the gentle evening breeze blows away the noise for days, the Tianfeng Hall is asleep in the silence, a pretty shadow passes by like water and moonlight, quietly falls in the Tianfeng Palace, and tiptoes to the hall.

Although Hua Cuicui was very reluctant to believe what Wei Zhi said, and felt deep disdain and anger at his words, after leaving Wutong Mountain, she went straight back to the Heavenly Sword Sect, and reported safety to her father Hua Sihai and all the brothers and sisters, and regardless of Hua Sihai's injuries and hard search to no avail, suddenly saw her Huo Shangwu and others who returned safely and so happy, Hua Cuicui simply reported safety and returned to the boudoir, without mentioning Wutong Mountain and Ling Xuan and others to anyone, Hua Cuicui thought that she could forget what Wei Zhi said, but she fidgeted all night, and found her father the next day, I wanted to explain the reason to him clearly, and ask to understand, unexpectedly Hua Sihai was poisoned by drunken immortals, not yet recovered, unable to speak, unable to hear. In desperation, Hua Cuicui decided to explore the Tianfeng Hall at night to explore the reality and feel at ease.

Hua Cuicui tiptoed through the Tianfeng Hall and came to the hidden immortal courtyard behind the palace. She restrained all her breath, for fear that her breath would be heard by the people in the courtyard, so she held her breath and walked in cautiously.

The pattern of the Hidden Immortal Courtyard is very simple, entering the courtyard is a courtyard, there is a corridor in the depths of the courtyard, because it is only Ao Jiantian living alone, there is only one room, the antique wooden door of the room, and the gate of the Hidden Immortal Courtyard is opposite. The courtyard is planted with all kinds of exotic flowers and plants, bearing a variety of flower buds, at this time in the bright moonlight exudes a unique fragrance. Hua Cuicui had no intention of admiring it, she walked lightly through a stone path, dodged behind the rockery on the left side of the courtyard, and cautiously poked her head out to explore the room in the distance.

The lights in the room had long been extinguished, presumably Ao Jiantian had already rested, and Hua Cuicui secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't need to walk into the room, she just had to go outside and look at it.

She managed to walk out of the window, stretched out a green white jade finger to pierce the window paper, and looked inside. Although the light is very dim, through the moonlight, the flowers can be faintly seen in the house. In the middle of the room is a Nanmu table and chair, opposite the window on the left, there is a wardrobe, on the right side of the wardrobe, a long sword hangs obliquely;

After seeing the furnishings in the house clearly, and not seeing the three-legged Wolongding in the mouth, Hua Cuicui's hanging heart finally put back into her heart, and she couldn't help but exhale.

Ao Jian Tian's cultivation is this, in Ao Jian Tian's ears, it is like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a glint flashed in his eyes, like a tiger wolf waking up, aggressive: "Who?"