A thousand days after the immortals raised demons

Passing through the only supply point in the Disappointment Mountains, buried in the barren mountains and mountains, the village surrounded by long rivers and mountains became quiet with dusk.

The boss of the blacksmith held the red-hot iron sword with his bare hands and threw it into the cold water, making a piercing sound, white smoke rose, and the water surface boiled late. He was tireless and unafraid of pain. He was indifferent to the bruised hand and continued to the next job with a blank expression. .

The clever and tactful young beggar, an outsider, sneaked into the shop, said good words every word, secretly took away the scattered silver and walked away.

The boy left, but the boss kept repeating the same action mechanically without raising his eyelids.

The man with bloody eyes and black hair covered his cheeks, his cold and terrifying eyes leaked from his fingertips, he squatted in the crack of the corner, and his anxious voice was sharp: "No, the boss should catch up with the beggar and scold him, but he didn't take the money." The beggar knows his way back, becomes the boss's favorite apprentice, and becomes a rich man!"

The hunters who hunted outside the village came back fighting their prey, with the same happy smiles on their faces, and the majestic tiger and lion were thrown to the ground covered in blood.

A group of commoner women put down their neat and uniform work, and praised their prey like rusty iron men.

In the middle of the night, the lanterns were hung up, and the teenagers who went out to practice with swords on their waists walked into the entrance of the village beaming, and everyone's packages were full.

The proud young man walking in the front stared at the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy behind him with disgust, said vicious words, scattered a few demon cores inadvertently, and led a group of people away.

The little boy raised his head, his face was covered with dirt, he grabbed the demon core fiercely and threw it away, weeping like a trapped animal.

"It's not like this! It's not like this!" An anxious voice was accompanied by a trembling cry, and blood flowed from the eyes of the blood-eyed man. He turned his face sideways, and the light in his eyes reflected the coldness of a weapon under the moonlight. He seemed sad but at the same time Hateful: "It's wrong to cry! It's wrong to hate it, and everything is wrong! Do it again! Do it again!"

In the middle of the night, the lights of the village are sequential, each family is extinguished, the galaxy is like a waterfall, and the only person with harmonious eyebrows is sitting on the highest roof, and the hollow voice echoes faintly.

"I don't want the truth..."

The night sky is beautiful and deep, and the purple smoke rises from an unknown place, burying the entire village, burying the mountains and forests, and not being able to drift away from the wide and long river surrounding the village.

The night is as cold as water, but people are better than ice. Lu Mo stood at the forefront of the floating boat, his black clothes scattered, imposing like a mountain, heavier than the night. He stared at the gradually thickening purple mist below. The only clue of the mirror of rebirth was in There.

There are no eyes in the deep, as if there will never be waves, he stares at the demon king's back, and looks down into the abyss with his eyes.

Elder Niu Mo was a little flustered, but he tried his best to maintain a dignified expression.

The forward boat hit the invisible barrier above the big river, and the calm voice of the boatman broke the silence: "My lord, this trip can only send you here."

Seen from a far-reaching high altitude, the purple area is clearly surrounded by a ring of rivers. There are no plants and houses inside, but there are sparks in the splashed ink mountain forest outside, which are the traces left by the three tribes of immortals, demons and demons who came to disappoint the spirits of the mountains.

The rebirth mirror of the Disappointed Mountain Range was born for the second time. It was a thousand years after the first birth.

The river bank is silent, and even the sound of running water and birds can't be heard. Immortals and demons who are ready to move frequently come and go in and out of the mountains and trees. Looking at the thick fog on the other side of the river, they know that there is a village there. In this situation, I am afraid that it is no longer a normal "world". ".

Lu Mo retracted his gaze, removed the blood-bathed indestructible battle armor that had been with him for many years, changed into the most common black clothes for magic cultivators, and took over the silver mask presented by Shen Wushou.

Indifferently looking for the landing point, the voice did not fluctuate: "Wait for me to come back."

Shen Wu and Niu Mo said "yes" respectfully, watched the demon king get off the boat, and saw a man sitting by the tree in the upper reaches of the river, his posture was the same as that of other demon cultivators in the forest.

Shenwu set up a hidden barrier, and the boat was raised several meters high, reaching a height that ordinary people could not see.

He stood where the demon king was just now, his feet overlapped with the footprints, and his eyes were deep.

Elder Niu Mo's tense expression collapsed in an instant, and finally he couldn't hold back his panic, and said in panic: "I can't wait any longer! The demon king has already doubted his identity. If he finds the rebirth mirror and sees the past, everything will be over. !"

Anxiously, he repeatedly circled around the small foothold, repeating the same sentence: "The rebirth mirror must be destroyed!"

Up to now, countless people have lost their lives in search of spiritual treasures. Those people don't even know that what they are looking for can be traced back thousands of years. Their eyes are blinded by their interests. Even an ordinary grass, 1000 years, is enough to become an unrivaled monster.

Shenyun stared at the majestic and majestic bull demon with no joy or sorrow, and finally said nothing. His eyes swept over every fairy, demon and monster on the ground, and stopped on the young man in purple shirt and jade bow walking in the mountains and forests, showing a faint smile : "Ningyu Shangxian."

Elder Niu Mo: "Ningyu! Where is the mortal enemy of the demon king who has been missing for more than 200 years?"

A few miles away in the mountains and forests, the handsome young man in purple shirt and crown felt the scorching gaze, raised his head coldly, slowly raised his bow and arrow, and aimed at the thousands of miles of black clouds.

"Bang!" Bright fireworks exploded in the sky, the short-lived light was blazing, and the fire burned in the clouds for a short time. The deep cloud held the chain against the arrow, and the boat was shaking in the fierce scorching wind.

He smiled and said to the terrified Elder Niu Mo: "The paper crane sent a message, and Ningyu appeared. It's very inconvenient. I'll wait for my return elsewhere."

The bull demon gazed at the companion who jumped off the boat and dealt with the immortal with the bow Ningyu, and turned his head to look at the demon king with his thighs up and his legs up in the endless abyss at the bottom of his feet, and suddenly realized.

The sound of the battle was earth-shattering, a large area of ​​​​fire clouds rolled frequently, and the strong made moves to shake the ground, and all the people in the forest raised their heads in surprise.

Lin Chiqing held the letter paper and stopped to watch. The aura of the tracking technique extended to the dense forest, and was broken countless by the shadows. The two little monsters who were obsessed with the battle of the strong forgot to look at the road.

Unwilling to show up, some of the immortals and monsters who were hiding were startled by the battle outside the sky, and came out of their hiding places. A few people recognized the deep cloud abyss boat, the jade and ashes bow, and moved towards the fighting method that was gradually pulling away. frown.

What kind of spiritual treasure is it that can even attract the elders of the monster clan and the immortals of the human race?

Many people who know the interest have given up on Lingbao, and are looking around with the mentality of joining in the fun to see the world. Since the elder Shangxian has appeared, someone from the demon clan should also come forward. Who is it?where?

Lin Chiqing crossed the crowd, and in a sparsely populated place, two little monsters told him about the past.

When the demon clan first established itself as the king, the tense was unstable and battles occurred frequently. The demon king was wounded and fought every day. Shangxian.

This is Ningyu Shangxian, the Shangxian has no family, no sect, is ruthless, kills without regard to favors and races every day, countless immortals, demons and monsters died under his hands, he is not tolerated by the three clans, but there is nothing he can do. Don't ask, and he remains neutral.

For a period of time, Ningyu was deeply involved in the demon clan, killed countless demons, and fought against the demon king many times.

The demon king has a strong desire to win, and he cultivates even more desperately, hoping that one day he can completely defeat Ningyu. After many years, the demon king who fought south and north to kill and prove the way is finally really strong, but his opponent is missing.

For 200 years, nothing has been heard from him, except for the unique arrow wounds that he is often killed by the bow of ashes to prove that he is still alive.

Lin Chiqing looked at the sky, the battlefield had been pulled far away and turned into a star that was about to burn out.

Lu Mo looked up at the sky. Although there was a fearful fighting spirit in his heart, he had to hold back his instincts, and caught the paper crane that was going around the flowers, trees and bushes, avoiding the gleaming green light of fairies, demons and demons, and wrote it to him. The words are the same as what I think.

He smiled, grabbed a weed and crossed the water, put it in his mouth, Erlang shook his legs and held the paper into a ball, and threw it aside.

Shenwu knows him best, so his worries will always be dealt with best.

This trip to the mirror of rebirth, without a deadly enemy, has greatly reduced the difficulty.

Lu Mo was in a good mood, humming a ditty that he forgot where he heard it, Fuzhi turned his head, and a few trees away, a familiar white dress was approaching.

The voices of the two little monsters moved from far to near.

Rabbit ears: "Shangxian, the night is cool in late autumn, just as there are few people here, how about lighting a fire and resting here after you find your spiritual pet?"

Lu Mo: "... looking for... me?"

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