Eh, have you heard?The devil who would not spare even mortals has been killed. "

Everyone in the restaurant became very interested when they heard it, "Master Dao, where did you get the news? The devil has a high level of cultivation, and even the monks of the older generation are no match for him. How could anyone kill him?"

"Don't worry, let me speak slowly."

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Speaking of which, the devil, whose real name is Mo Qinghe, was a little beggar who was born in some corner.

If it wasn't for his master, Master Lingchun would feel sorry for him.He might have died there long ago, but what he didn't expect was that the one who brought him back was a white-eyed wolf.

Zizaitang was destroyed by him, and the one who killed him was his senior brother, Daoist Qingxuan.It can be regarded as karma.

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After hearing this, everyone sighed, "That devil is really a heinous person, even the master who saved him and raised him would not do it. Fortunately, there is Master Qingxuan, otherwise there would be so many murders in the world."

"Yep."

"That kid is really not human!"

People in the restaurant said one after another, they were all glad that there was one less devil in the world.

The person is dead, the coffin is closed, and the crimes committed by Mo Qinghe are unknown, and he is cast aside by all living beings.

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The world of comprehension has lasted for a hundred years in a blink of an eye. Ordinary people have changed generations, but for immortal cultivators, it is just a few retreats.

On Qingyun Mountain, there are palaces all over, surrounded by clouds and mists, and golden lights flicker from time to time, as if in a fairyland.

However, there is a stone house on the top of the mountain, which is incompatible with this fairyland. A jade stele stands in front of the house, with a few large characters 'Zizaitang' written on it!It exudes fluorescence and has an antique charm.

This is the residence of Master Qingxuan, Han Qingxuan, no one knows why Master Qingxuan wants to live in this stone house.Some people say that real people don't like prosperity, some people say that real people's merits and virtues change, and some people say that real people are commemorating someone...

Many sayings are different, but none of them are recognized by real people.

"Squeak," the stone door opened, and a man walked out of it, dressed in a white robe with a long sword at his waist, exuding an intimidating heroic aura.

He was Han Qingxuan, his eyes looked at the clouds, as if he could see through the sky.

After a long time, he sighed, "Qinghe..."

After finishing speaking, he made a sword formula, and a sword overflowing with cold light flew out of the stone house, as if it had finally broken through the shackles, and disappeared into the clouds in the blink of an eye.

Are you still alive?

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