rebirth against fate

In the white space, a giant python hovered, its red pupils staring at the man in its arms.

The man closed his eyes tightly, his face was pale, and his long hair was mixed with black and white, just like an old man at the end of his life.

Time passed bit by bit, and the space gradually changed.

Suddenly, a ray of light ignited in the originally blank space, and the ray cast on the man, turning into a golden spot of light and disappearing without a trace.

After a long time, the man's eyes seemed to roll slowly.

South Curtain, jungle.

The man with red eyes drew out his sword, blood spurted out, and the monk with wide-eyed eyes crashed down.

"Another demon cultivator scum!"

Lan Yufeng said something in a low voice, a few drops of blood splashed on Jade Emperor's dark sword, and the sword groaned excitedly.

In the distance, a group of demon cultivators looked at him warily, not daring to come forward without one of them.

"What? Are you all scared? Hmph, they are just a bunch of trash!"

Hearing the words, several devil cultivators looked grim, "Lan Yufeng, don't be mad! Do you think you are still from the Immortal League? You have been kicked out of the sect, and you have been hunted down by Daoist cultivators for a hundred years, and now you want to kill me!" Us. Haha, neither side recognizes you, how does it feel to have no support at all?"

Lan Yufeng's expression gradually turned cold.

A hundred years ago, when he watched Huo Hao die, he thought that he would be able to find the mastermind behind the small secret realm of Canghuan and justify his name.

Unexpectedly, after a hundred years, there has been no progress.

Is this a result he can accept, but without Huo Hao by his side, it seems that all the clues are gone with him, and he can't figure it out.Even, he didn't even know what Huo Hao had really experienced in the Little Secret Realm of Canghuan.

He had tried to defend himself to Daoist Jing Yu, and he had also tried to contact people from the Lan family.

But for some reason, there was no reply.

And he found that he was restrained by someone at some time, and he couldn't leave Nanke State at all!

He had no choice but to stay in Nanke State, as if he was imprisoned.

The news that he was expelled from the division soon spread to Nanke State.

At first, those demon cultivators thought that he was also the kind of cultivator who defected from Taoism and became a demon.Think about it, the head of Qing Yuzong cut off the magic veins of the two states of West China and East China with a sword, and there are still no magic cultivators in the two states to dare to commit crimes after 500 years.However, under the sect of the sword-wielding elder of the Qing Yuzong, there are monks who have become demons, which is simply a great mockery of the master.

Therefore, at the beginning, those demon cultivators came to him with an attitude of soliciting.

But... Lan Yufeng shook the Jade Emperor in his hand, the blood on it was already clean.That time, he also sacrificed the blood of these demon cultivators to the Jade Emperor.

Even if he really fell into the devil's way, he would never become these people in front of him.What's more, he is still a Taoist cultivator.

Even though the sect no longer recognized him, he never dared to forget his master's love one day.

But in the past hundred years, he has indeed had a hard time.

Facing endless pursuits and arrests every day, the degree of danger is not comparable to that when completing sect tasks before.

Moreover, he is no longer the direct disciple of the law-enforcing elder of the Qing Yuzong, and he has no resources for cultivation, and no spirit stones and spiritual weapons to use.

However, all of this can be taken from those demon cultivators.

It is true that he is no longer the proud son of the Taoist cultivator, but he will not be the scum of these demonic cultivators either.

"Stop talking nonsense! I will use you to sacrifice to the Jade Emperor today!" Lan Yufeng snorted coldly, and laughed out loud as he looked at the tense demon cultivators on the opposite side.

If he used to be a gentle and elegant young man, he wouldn't be so rude, but a century of almost nomadic life has changed him a lot.

Moxiu rushed forward, all kinds of weapons struck, Lan Yufeng remained motionless, holding the Jade Emperor's hand very steadily.

As the sword edge passed by, there was a wailing sound, and blood spattered everywhere.

Lan Yufeng moved quickly like a shadow among a group of demon cultivators, and every time he changed places, he let out a scream.Gradually, those demon cultivators could no longer surround him, and instead wanted to turn around and run away.

However, at the moment when the desire to escape was born, a thin and cool thing slid across the neck, and it was as fast as an illusion.But the next moment, blood spattered out.

In just one hour, more than a dozen demon cultivators had all fallen to the ground.

There are still a few demons moving on the ground, trying to escape.

Standing in the middle is Lan Yufeng, who has a handsome face and a gentle smile, but the appearance of Mr. Pianpianjia makes people feel chills.He smiled and looked at those demon cultivators who were full of fear, and the Jade Emperor drew out without hesitation.

All destroyed!

Lan Yufeng checked carefully, picked out all the things that could be used in these magic repair storage bags, and strode away.

The gate of Qing Yuzong has not changed a bit for a hundred years.

The seven main peaks are like a dragon's spine, and the aura is lingering on them, and the green trees are lush and lush, which makes people feel shocked.

Returning to the mountain behind Yifeng, he is the head of the Dongfu.

The aura of the man in white became more and more solid, the sword energy soared into the sky, and he felt the forceful sword intent before approaching Guiyi Peak. In recent years, disciples with slightly lower cultivation bases have not dared to approach Guiyi Peak at all.

"Master, your sword energy is overflowing now, is it because you have suffered some injuries and your cultivation base has been regressing?"

The sword-wielding elder, who hadn't appeared in the sect for a long time, looked worried. Looking at the slender figure, he felt extremely worried.

Hundreds of years ago, the head of the sect was already in the Dzogchen period of the Mahayana period, and he could have been transformed into the earth and ascended long ago.But the Qing Yuzong has no successors, and among the younger generation, there is no seedling that the head of the sect favors.

The head of the sect is worried about the sect, fearing that the sect will decline after he ascends, he has been suppressing his cultivation, and it has been 400 years.

But the cultivation of the sect leader... now it seems that something went wrong?

The head is still there, and there are still people who are staring at Qing Yuzong every day, wanting to ruin the reputation of Qing Yuzong all the time, if something happens to the head, these people, plus those who were kicked out of West China East 500 years ago The magic cultivator in Lu Liangzhou, Qing Yuzong is in danger, and I am afraid it will not last long.

A hundred years ago, Jing Yu still hasn't forgiven him for driving out his most beloved disciple from Canghuan Small Secret Realm.

At that time, he couldn't help himself. If the head of the sect fell, how much would Qing Yuzong be involuntary?

All of this weighed on the heart of the elder holding the sword.

The man with his back turned to him did not explain, sighed for a long time, and said, "Don't worry. I won't let Qing Yuzong have any problems."

The elder holding the sword breathed a sigh of relief, stood for a long time, and looked in the direction the head was looking.

Guiyi Peak is the highest peak of Qing Yuzong. It is located in the center of the Zongmen. From here, you can see six peaks surrounding Guiyi Peak.

There are countless small peaks interspersed in the middle, and the figures of active disciples can be vaguely seen there, and the lush trees cover a piece of shade.

This is the sect that he has worked hard for hundreds of years. He has watched generations of disciples move here, and he has also seen the grand scene of various sects gathering here. This place has carried his years for hundreds of years. How can you hand over to others?

A beam of light is getting stronger and stronger, and there seems to be a wind in the blank space.

The wind blows slowly across the ground, and a small bud sticks out from the ground.

The circling giant python suddenly slid its body, and the scales slid and made a rustling sound, and the fingers of the man wrapped in the python's body suddenly shook.

The seedling in the space struggled a bit, and stretched out two small young leaves.

Other than that, it was still peaceful.