Lu Xueqi [Zhu Xian]

In the Huanyue Cave Mansion, in the cave, Lu Xueqi sat there quietly holding the Immortal Execution Sword in her hand, even when faced with the questioning from the sect master Ren Daoxuan, she still did not change her posture.

Lu Xueqi silently looked at the Zhuxian Sword in her hand, silently, with a look of pain on her face, said: "Master, please believe me, I will not take away the Zhuxian Sword, but please let me stay in the Huanyue Cave .”

Daoxuan also seemed to be silent, and after a while he said in a deep voice: "If you want to stay in the Huanyue Cave, then you should stay. Back then Patriarch Qingye also retreated and enlightened here. Now, if you can also comprehend The mystery of Zhuxian Sword, don't forget that you are a disciple of Qingyunmen."

After finishing speaking, Daoxuan sighed, turned and walked away.

Only Lu Xueqi was left, staying in the cave, and slowly raised her hand to caress the rusty blade of the Zhuxian Sword, only feeling the icy chill resonating between her fingertips and the blade, she felt it silently, using The voice that only he could hear said in a low voice: "Which book will it be..."

The Zhuxian sword lay quietly in her hand, and the cool sword intent enveloped her lonely figure.

The wind and snow outside the mountain, the sky and the ground, and the long night, an ancient road stretches from afar, and then stretches away lonely.

On the side of the ancient road, there is a lonely wilderness shop, which provides a place for travelers to rest and drink tea. There are voices of voices, talking and talking, but they are talking about the scene in Qingyun Mountain ten years ago. The battle between righteousness and evil.

"Old man, what happened to that disciple named Zhang from the Qingyun Sect? Did he really turn his back on the Qingyun Sect?"

The old man called the old man is none other than Zhou Yixian, a fortune teller who travels the world, and his granddaughter Xiaohuan. It has been ten years since the last Qingyun Mountain Great War, and Xiaohuan has grown up, and she is beautiful. Beautiful, but still wandering around the world with Zhou Xian.

"Grandpa, I told people not to talk too much just now, why do you talk so much?"

In fact, the secret of Zhang Xiaofan's life experience is really a major secret of Qingyunmen and Tianyin Temple, it will never be revealed, but when the secret was revealed that day, there were quite a number of people present, especially people from the Demon Cult, so it took a long time. The world also slowly spread.It's just that what Zhou Yixian said at this moment seemed as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes in the Yuqing Hall of Tongtian Peak in Qingyun Mountain that day.

Zhou Yixian glared at Xiaohuan, was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said: "I don't know about this, the scene was in chaos that day, I only know that Zhang Xiaofan left Qingyun Mountain with his beloved senior sister in his arms, and has been missing ever since. .”

The people around sighed, and someone said: "I don't know how the boy is doing now?"

"How is he now..." Suddenly, the voice of the mysterious man sitting in the corner sounded again, with a hint of vicissitudes.

Zhou Yixian turned his head, looked at the man sitting in the shadow, and said, "Why, brother, do you know?"

The man was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Of course I know, but, even if you have seen him before, you probably won't recognize him now..."

Xiaohuan frowned and said, "What happened to him?"

The man didn't speak any more, he just hid his figure in the darkness.

Outside the house, the storm was overwhelming, and it seemed to be a little bit more miserable...

Kongsang Mountain, Wanbat Ancient Cave.

800 years ago, the black-hearted old man, the predecessor of the Demon Sect, created the heyday of the Blood Refining Hall here, commanding the Demon Sect to shock the world.But now the disciples of the younger generation are unworthy, the place is desolate and withered, it is very desolate.

The last disciples of the Blood Refining Hall were all gathered here, and there were less than ten people left, including Nian Laoda, Liu Hao, Taoist Wild Dog and others, all of them were wounded, and their expressions were filled with fatigue. terrified.

"Boss, I would like to advise you, do you know who is in charge of attacking Kongsang Mountain this time? Yes, it is Gui Li, the deputy suzerain of our Ghost King Sect. If he comes, your end will be..."

The old man shook his body, and at this moment, a strong bloody smell suddenly came from, and he didn't know where it came from, but it suddenly filled the entire huge space.

Who is it that makes him so afraid?

The sound of footsteps gradually sounded, as if coming from the endless dark depths of this abyss, slowly walking out.

One step, one blood mark!

All the men in black suddenly separated to the two sides like a tide, making way for a passage.

The faint cyan light, with the reddish blood light, gently rippling in the darkness, moving forward slowly.

The faces of the people in the Blood Refining Hall were all pale and bloodless.

Ten years ago in the Ghost King Sect, there was no such person as Ghost Li. Ten years ago, after the bloody battle between righteousness and evil, the Ghost King Sect master Gui Wang took a righteous traitor under his sect and regarded him as his own. The second volume of the sacred scripture "Book from Heaven" is handed down from generation to generation.

Over the past ten years, the infighting within the Demon Cult has become increasingly fierce, and Gui Li led the disciples of the Ghost King Sect to slaughter countless families, and the "Soul Eater" in his hand sucked the blood of countless people.

But this person, these people in the Blood Refining Hall have all seen this person ten years ago.

His appearance is still the same as before, without any change, and the appearance between his brows can be clearly seen, but the heart of a wild dog started beating non-stop, as if the person standing in front of him was not a person at all, but It is a ferocious wild beast.

"you……"

He said the first sentence slowly, his voice was steady and stern, echoing in this place: "Surrender or not?"

"Zhang Xiaofan, kill if you want, I, I am not afraid of you!"

Daoist wild dog!

After the wild dog Taoist yelled, under the gaze of countless eyes, especially the pair of eyes in front of him emitting a terrifying red light, it felt as if it pierced his heart, and he shuddered immediately.

However, that person, who was silent for a long time in the dark, actually said indifferently: "I have forgotten this name for many years."