The founder of all religions

Xiling City, Yizhuang on the outskirts.

The ancient bronze sword stained with blood was raised high, and the young Shen Xu lit the fragrance and kowtowed heavily.

That night, he lost the most important relative in his life, leaving him alone in the mortal world.

"master……"

Shen Xu's eyes sparkled, and the daily moments with his master flashed in his mind.

"What are your plans for the future?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

Although he and Master Shen Xu met by chance, he admired their persistence in killing corpses to defend the way for generations.

Especially Shen Xu, with his innocent heart and sincerity towards others, made Li Mo very fond of him.

"Leave here, find a safe place, and live a good life."

The words of his master before his death emerged in Shen Xu's mind. Perhaps in Xu Zhengyi's heart, the responsibility and curse of this generation should end with his death.

All he wanted was for this little apprentice to live well.

"The world of mortals is filled with demons and monsters, and the swords are endless and cannot kill them all."

Shen Xu stood up slowly. He raised his hand to hold the ancient bronze sword, and his originally clear eyes became firmer.

"I want to be like Brother Li, become a monster hunter, bring peace to the world, and kill all the monsters in the world."

At this moment, the brilliance in Shen Xu's eyes was extremely dazzling.

That night, he lost his innocence and became brave and heroic.

Li Mo looked at Shen Xu and said nothing.

Everyone has their own choice.

Everyone has his own destiny.

The fire illuminated the moon and engulfed the once dilapidated Yizhuang.

Shen Xu carried the ancient bronze sword on his back and looked back at the hunting fire, as if saying goodbye to the past.

"Xiao Shen, it's a long way to go, so let's just say goodbye." Li Mo whispered.

Meeting by chance is also fate. Although it is superficial, there may not be a day when we meet again in the future.

"Brother Li, I am deeply grateful for my great kindness today. If he is famous all over the world, he will repay me with life and death."

Shen Xu spoke loudly, and after saying that, he put his sword on his back and left in the night.

The young man is brave and brave, and his promise of a thousand pieces of gold is as important as life and death.

Under the moonlight, the thin and lonely figure gradually drifted away, separated by the horizon, without a trace.

"What a young man."

Li Mo couldn't help but praise. He carried the Nine Furnace Corpse Demon on his back, looked back at Yizhuang that was swallowed up by the fire, walked forward, and disappeared into the vast night.

…

Luofu Mountain.

It was late at night the next day when Lin Xianer and others escorted Xiao Chaoyuan back.

Even though he was a strong man with spiritual roots, he was disemboweled by the Nine Furnaces Corpse Demon and his intestines fell to the ground. Although he picked them up and stuffed them back, Xiao Chaoyuan still lost half of his life.

In particular, his duodenum was eroded by corpse air and almost rotten, even affecting the large and small intestines.

The only good thing is that the cecum is still intact, and the appendix accidentally fell off.

"The vitality of the ninth level master is really tenacious."

"Nonsense, the spiritual roots of the Dao Meridian are not trivial. An injury like this would have caused grass to grow on an ordinary person's grave."

"I touched it specifically just now. The intestines of the ninth-level master seem to be different from those of normal people."

"How does it feel? Slippery, a little fishy, ​​but not smelly!"

A group of juniors from the Lin family whispered.

They had just witnessed a shocking battle, and their awe for the ninth level master was stronger than ever before, and they were both yearning for and curious about it.

"Shut up, everyone."

Lin Yunfei was upset and growled.

Everyone fell silent instantly.

Lin Yunfei looked at the main hall with a complicated expression, and his mind was filled with the shadow of that battle.

The top of his generation, a master of the ninth level, capable of killing zombie demons... He actually survived in the hands of such a strong man. Now it seems that it's not that he is lucky, but that the other party doesn't take him seriously at all.

"There's really smoke coming out of the ancestral graves." Lin Yunfei couldn't help but sigh.

He is a master of the eighth level of the inner breath realm. As early as the day he penetrated the eight extraordinary meridians, he was very satisfied and high-spirited, and did not put anyone in his eyes.

After all, at his age, being able to step into the eighth level of the Inner Breath Realm is already considered outstanding. He is the best among them. In the future, he has a great chance of stepping into the ninth level of the secret realm and becoming a senior member of the Lin family.

But now it seems that this world is too big, too big for him to imagine.

The so-called talent in Lin Yunfei's mind was simply a joke in front of a real monster.

"When I go back this time, I will go to guard the ancestral mausoleum. I will never step out of the Lin family again before I am seventy years old."

Lin Yunfei made the most important decision in his life. He might not have thought that it would be this decision that would create his reputation as the number one master of the Lin family in the future.

…

At this moment, in the main hall.

Chen Qingshan's face was solemn, and Lin Shuangtong's cold eyes also showed displeasure.

The Nine Furnaces Corpse Demon is extremely important to the Lin family’s mistress.

This was a gift to the ghost lady from Yinshan to make up for the loss of the old yellow-skinned demon's heart. She spent all her efforts to find out the existence of this demon ghost.

Now, the duck that I got has flown away.

"It's really a bit strange...you mean that master is about the same age as you?" Chen Qingshan looked at Lin Xian'er in surprise.

"It shouldn't be wrong." Lin Xian'er nodded.

"This is wrong... Are there really such evildoers in this world, who can step into the ninth level and practice the spiritual roots of Taoism at such an age?" Chen Qingshan's face was full of doubts.

According to what Lin Xian'er said, the young man's cultivation was astonishing. Not only was he in the ninth level, but he was also able to fight corpse monsters with such powerful methods that even the Luofu Mountain elder was frightened.

"The world is so big that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. There are naturally such monsters." Lin Shuangtong said in a deep voice.

The black sword from Luofu Mountain three hundred years ago, and the Monk King who has now returned to the throne as one of the Seven Supremes of Xuantian...

These unparalleled geniuses were already stunning when they were young and entered the ninth level.

"The mysterious master that Xian'er mentioned is either a disciple of a famous family, such as Yaoshen Mountain, Xichan Mountain... or even a disciple of Xuantian Pavilion..."

Lin Shuangtong's eyes shone with wisdom.

"Either he is rejuvenated, disguised with strange magic, and conceals his true age."

"I think the latter one is more likely." Chen Qingshan guessed.

"Unexpectedly...it turned out to be a bad start." Lin Shuangtong looked ugly.

Without Jiulu Yaoxin, how could she explain to Yinshan Ghost Lao? When will the demon-conquering treasure seal that she has been thinking about fall into her hands?

"Junior sister, this is really an accident." Chen Qingshan was a little apologetic.

This time it really was a bad start. Not only did they fail to kill the Nine Furnaces Corpse Demon, but Xiao Chaoyuan was seriously injured.

The medical expenses for a ninth-level master are quite high. Logically speaking, Luofu Mountain must pay for this expense.

"Damn...it's really useless." Chen Qingshan cursed in his heart.

Listening to Chen Qingshan's comfort, Lin Shuangtong felt agitated for a moment. She had no intention of listening to this.

"Um!?"

Suddenly, Lin Shuangtong's thoughts moved slightly, and an idea flashed in his mind.

Logically speaking, the Nine Furnace Demons and Ghosts are equivalent to the ninth level master of the human Inner Breath Realm.

The two... should be about the same.

"Senior brother, it must have been some time since you entered the ninth level." Lin Shuangtong suddenly asked with concern, his tone was unprecedentedly gentle.