How could my Demon Lord's apprentice be the Light of Righteous Path?

Before everyone could react to that scene, they disappeared immediately.

But Zi Huang saw it, he saw a figure in the mountain of corpses in the sea of ​​blood.

Many disciples had only heard of the massacre back then, but they knew the real situation back then, there were not many in the world of cultivating immortals.

So when everyone actually saw that scene, they were deeply shocked.

Zi Huang was only vaguely guessing about what happened back then.

He didn't ask Master, and he didn't ask anyone.

He didn't want to expose Yun Jian's deepest scar.

The scene was too bloody, and many disciples couldn't bear to look directly at it, but they suddenly discovered that the photo was too real, as if it happened right in front of their eyes.

Every face and every inch of blood-stained land is clearly visible.

Zi Huang looked at the glowing stone, and suddenly realized something in his heart.

No photostone can record events hundreds of years ago so clearly.

But human memory does.

Seeing those faces who were once quite famous in the world of cultivating immortals, some monks began to feel guilty.

After the catastrophe in Jianyun Village passed, many new sects were suddenly born in the world of cultivating immortals, or small sect families that were insignificant began to rise.

A family elder suddenly muttered: "What do you mean? Speak clearly! What do you mean they have all returned? They have all died for hundreds of years!"

Yun Jian ignored it, just smiled at the "picture stone" and said to the other party: "I really like this gift of yours."

"what?"

The elders of the aristocratic family ignored him in anger, and wanted to go forward to press and ask for an explanation.

"I am the Great Elder of the Feng Family..."

As soon as Yun Jian raised his hand, the other party was instantly paralyzed and unable to move, and even his spiritual power was sealed.Yun Jian fixed him in place, and smiled softly: "Shhh—"

"Which one of the present is not a well-known elder in the world of cultivating immortals?"

Yun Jian stretched out his hand, brushed the other side's face with his fingertips, and said with a light smile, "Keep watching."

"Why be afraid?"

"It's been hundreds of years."

As he said that, Yun Jian took the initiative to inject spiritual power into the spirit stone in his hand, so the nightmare continued.

A small figure ran into everyone's sight.

He looked about seven or eight years old, his almond eyes were full of panic, and he shouted loudly with the sound of crying blood.

"father--"

"Auntie—"

Swords and swords flew past the children, and many servants gave their lives to protect each other.

The child's eyes widened, he was already unable to think, and instinctively sought the figure of the closest person.

"Why is he back?!" Surrounded by everyone, seeing the owner of Yunzhuang distracted, blood splashed instantly.

There was another bloodstain on the child's face. He watched his father fall down in disbelief, and saw the owner of Jianyun Village who was famous for his sword skills. His hands holding the sword instantly turned into dry bones.

"Take the young master away!"

"Go madam—"

The old butler struggled to get up, and ran towards the back hill with the child in his arms.

"There's a brat over there!"

"Don't leave trouble!"

"I can't find another one!"

"No matter, grab this first."

The road at the back of the mountain is very rough, and the monks behind him are chasing after him.

The child just staggered and fell, and a monk behind him immediately chased after him.Seeing that the knife was about to fall, a young man in white clothes and a bamboo hat suddenly appeared, and slashed down the life-threatening knife.

The boy's sword was stained with blood for the first time.

"elder brother……"

The child in the wife's arms finally couldn't hold back the tears and began to cry loudly

"Why are you still here?! You didn't leave? Why did you come back?!" Seeing the young man, the lady suddenly went crazy, stuffed the child into the young man's arms, and urged, "Hurry up..."

The mother's body was covered in blood, which stained the boy's white clothes.

"Where's father?" The boy suddenly looked at the woman and asked while pushing.

The woman froze for a moment, tears streaming down her face.

"In this village, apart from my father's swordsmanship, who else is above me."

"What are you going to do when I'm gone?"

The boy shook his hands and said every word.

"What about Ayu?"

The woman was short of breath, gritted her teeth, and was about to forcibly pull the boy away.But the people behind had already heard the news, and when he saw the young man wearing a bamboo hat, he laughed loudly and told each other: "The two little brats are here!"

"Cut the grass and roots..."

Before the words fell, the person who was complacent one second, had his throat blocked by a sword the next second.

"Mother, they came after me, right?" The boy looked at the sword in his hand, his hands were no longer trembling.

Maybe he really is...

"That's not true." The woman was taken aback, gritted her teeth and said, "They are a group of robbers! A group of executioners!"

"Jian'er, take Ayu to find—"

Before the woman could finish her sentence, a hidden weapon flew in and sank into the woman's chest in an instant.Immediately afterwards, several golden core cultivators appeared and surrounded the young man.

"Leaping across levels is the sky, so what if it's a rare genius?" The leading monk smiled and said, "It's not like being slaughtered!"

The young man gripped his sword tightly, desperately using what he had learned all his life.

not enough……

not enough!

A young man is always difficult to defeat with a sword, and swords collide.

He couldn't hold his sword.

When the knife was about to be slashed, the boy saw his mother pick up the sword that had been knocked down at some point, and rushed forward without thinking about herself.

But his mother, her healing hands never held a sword.

Another streak of blood stained a handful of soil red.

"it's not your fault……"

The woman was lying on the ground, desperately telling the boy with her lips.

it's not your fault……

Hurry up.

leave here.

Forget about it all.

And those executioners looked at the scene after scene before them, just teased and said: "Yo, this sword is not bad."

Before the man could pick up the sword on the ground, he was interrupted by the boy who was struggling to get up.

"Get your dirty hands off."

As soon as the boy raised his hand, the sword returned to his original owner in an instant.

The man glanced at the young man and said in astonishment, "Forcibly breaking through the golden core in this situation? Should I say you are a genius? Or should I call you a monster—"

Genius or monster worth mentioning.

As long as it can kill these people, what does it matter?

As long as they can all be killed——

Killed all who did not stay——

The young man's spiritual power should have been exhausted long ago, but now it is just mechanical, waving the sword like a puppet.

The man laughed loudly, teasingly lifted the young man's bamboo hat with a sword, and knocked the young man down in the mud mixed with blood that could not be distinguished.

The original white clothes of gold silk brocade can no longer be seen clearly.

The child looked at the bamboo hat that fell in front of him, suddenly got up and picked it up, and murmured in a trembling voice that no one could hear clearly.

The monk was also stunned for a while watching this scene.

"I admit that the Yun family is a genius, damn it, beat me like this."

"Are you still afraid that this little brat will fail?"

As he said that, he walked forward, but the child stood motionless, as if he had been frightened stupidly, and the man finally heard clearly what the child was saying.

"No one is allowed..."

"My mother said so."

"No one is allowed... to bully my brother!"

When the knife fell, the child didn't know where the strength came from. He dodged the knife, followed his mother's example, picked up the sword that could protect his family, and put it in front of the boy.

When the butcher's big knife fell, everyone couldn't help closing their eyes.

The sound of the blade piercing through the flesh echoed in everyone's ears.

"That's enough, Master."

Yun Jian suddenly felt a person hugging him in his arms.

Warm water drops fell on his neck.

"enough……"

"Master."

Yun Jian was still stuck in memory, but instinctively stretched out his hand, wanting to embrace that warmth.

Then there was a small muffled sound, and the spirit stone in Yun Jian's hand fell apart.

The surrounding scene immediately changed back to the original one.

Even Zi Huang, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, would still feel distressed when he saw this past event.

Zi Huang didn't know how to comfort her, as if all her words were so feeble at this moment.

All he could do was hug Yun Jian tightly.

Then Yun Jian gently pushed Zi Huang away, brushed his lips slightly against Zi Huang's earlobe, murmured two words silently, and then returned to his usual calmness.

"See Yunzhuang, 286 people."

"The beasts present at that time, 1238."

"Why don't you guess how those beasts died?"