The demons are tyrannical by nature and regard the lives of all living beings as dirt. As the Dharma-Ending Age comes, various sects compete for the place of gathering spirits. The righteous immortals launched a battle to maintain the balance of heaven and earth. During the human-demon war, creatures are everywhere, and the monks participating in the battle suffer heavy casualties.

Many immortal cultivation sects have become extinct, and the demons have fallen into silence due to heavy losses. Now, a thousand years have passed since the war between humans and demons, and those immortal Taoists who have experienced the Dharma-Ending Age are slowly recovering...

A soft light shone on Zhang Lingyun, with beautiful eyes and beautiful eyes. A trace of spiritual power circulated along his veins, but when it condensed, it turned into a colorful strange color...

"Tianshi, does my son have the potential to cultivate immortality?" Zhang Duwei, wearing gorgeous clothes and a straight face, looked at the Tianshi with anticipation.

"Although our Qing Dynasty respects Taoist monks as respected, the young master was born in an official family, so he could spend his life with glory and wealth. There is no need to take this difficult path," the Heavenly Master bowed and bid farewell to Zhang Duwei.

Left a confused look on his face, Zhang Lingyun walked out.

"Yu'er, go to the backyard to play with your mother. Come later for your father," Zhang Duwei followed the slow-moving Tianshi, and the two of them headed towards the main hall.

"Zhang Duwei, you and I are of the same clan, so I will tell the truth!" The Heavenly Master thought about it and decided to tell the truth, "The son is a congenital spirit-gathering body, even in ancient times, and it was an excellent talented bloodline. It's a pity that he was a pity that he had

..., Alas~.”

"Tianshi... Is my son really unable to practice his bloodline?" Zhang Duwei's emotions instantly disappeared when he heard the rising talented bloodline, as if his son had been sentenced to death.

"I'm helpless, I'll say goodbye!" The Heavenly Master waved his hand and threw out a flying sword, got up and jumped up, and ran away from the sword with a whoosh.

"Yu'er...have you heard it all? Alas~ It's all because my father has no potential to cultivate immortality and has not created good innate conditions for you."

"Dad, Yu'er just wants to be with you forever, Yu'er doesn't go to the fairyland by herself."

Zhang Lingyun's slightly tender voice made Zhang Duwei feel guilty, and he looked at this 7-year-old child who was only 7 years old but extremely sensible.

Zhang Lingyun, who had cut off the path to cultivation, read and practice martial arts every day, but unfortunately, his peaceful days did not last long...

Zhang Duwei was the fourth rank of Zhaowu Duwei of the Qing Dynasty. He now brought his family to Yuquancheng to help the prefect suppress the bandits and protect the safety of the people. However, he thought that the spies in the city of Rishi stole the defense map to defend the city and cooperated with several bandits to work together.

More than 3,000 people attacked Quancheng overnight, and the bandits were mixed with many ghosts of different cultivation levels, causing nearly 10,000 guards to be killed and injured.

Next to the beacon tower that was almost extinguished on the city wall, Zhang Duwei held a long sword and his chest was penetrated by a spear as thick as a wrist. He moved his steps and turned his direction. He fought bloody battles for three days and three nights and hoped to protect the people in the city. Now

The city was destroyed and the people disappeared, and even the life and death of the family were unknown. Zhang Duwei looked at the direction of the city's house with his eyes that had been stained with blood, and swallowed his last breath with guilt.

"Yu'er, put on this outfit and follow Madam Zhang all the way north

Pingyang City is looking for your grandfather, remember, you must live... and live..." Mrs. Zhang pushed Zhang Lingyun open with tears in her eyes, and then closed the door without looking back.

"Young Master, the ghosts and monsters are joining forces with the surrounding bandits to massacre the city. Don't talk to me with me..." Madam Zhang pulled Zhang Lingyun, who was not as tall as her waist, and sneaked out from the back door.

People running around on the street were full of fear. Some people in the air who were trampling on flying swords were covered with black fog from time to time. They threw some burning fireballs from time to time. The people who were accidentally hit were confused and bloody and turned into tears before they could even shout.

For the sake of a dead bone, the current Quancheng is like a large slaughterhouse with only blood and dead bones left, waiting for those people to humiliate and bully at will.

"Young Master, don't look..." The nanny covered Zhang Lingyun's eyes and pulled him outward along the city wall.

"Madam, isn't Dad the general who guards the city? Why didn't he stop those people? And why did those cultivators kill people?" The young Zhang Lingyun didn't know the difference between monsters and cultivators at all, and simply thought that his father was an ordinary person.

People can protect the people of this city.

"The cultivators in this world are not necessarily all good people. Master..., shh..." Madam Zhang was worried about how to tell the young master that he was dead, "Ting-pong..." Then she heard a fight ahead.

The sound came, and I hurriedly hugged Zhang Lingyun and asked him to stop the sound.

Looking at more than a dozen blood-covered corpses not far away, Madam Zhang, with a firm expression, whispered to comfort the little master, "Young master is already an adult, you must know how to endure and persist. Madam goes ahead to investigate the situation, you

You must stay here obediently, and don’t come out if you haven’t seen me.”

Madam Zhang found a big bamboo basket and asked the young master to curl up beside the pile of corpses. She used the bamboo basket to buckle Zhang Lingyun, took off her coat and covered the bamboo basket, and pushed and pulled hard to cover the corpse beside her.

Just after all this, the sound of fighting in the distance approached, Madam Zhang raised her foot and fled to a remote alley, running while making some noise, hoping to take the cruel evildoers away from the young master's hiding.

Place.

Zhang Lingyun was confused by the sudden change, but was afraid of the fighting and howling outside, and the weak and helpless Zhang Lingyun could only curl up and shivered in the narrow space that was almost pitch black.

The time for always making a fuss is so long and boring. If it weren't for the faint light that could distinguish the dark sky and the day, Zhang Lingyun felt that he might go completely crazy. Zhang Lingyun, who had a dry mouth, tried to overturn the bamboo basket several times, but at the end

Suppress your thoughts for a moment.

"We are patrolling and searching here, but those monsters are plundering people's wealth. It's shameless!"

"Oh, it's a pity that we don't have the potential to cultivate immortality!"

"Still..., stoop..." Several bandits held swords and kicked away two corpses pressing against the bamboo basket above Zhang Lingyun's head, and the sword shone on the heart of the corpse.

"You don't feel disgusted. If the weather wasn't cool now, it would have been smelly for two days! There might be infectious diseases,"

"Oh my god~, don't you say it earlier, go quickly, hurry up

Let's go,"

"Well~, Huh..." Zhang Lingyun felt that the people outside had gone away, and could not help but feel the pain of the wound and groaned softly. He tore off a piece of sackcloth and simply wrapped it on the place where he had just been stabbed by the bandit.

Four days have passed since the day of breaking the city. Zhang Lingyun, who had no teeth, found that his wound was festering. Perhaps because the rotten energy of the surrounding corpses entered the body, hindering the wound's healing.

The dry and cracked throat was unbearable. Zhang Lingyun, who dared not show up easily, took out the small dagger in his boots and made the last struggle in his heart. Time passed, and when the last light from the outside disappeared, Zhang Lingyun held the dagger tightly and turned to his head.

A clean corpse suddenly stabbed.

"Tick~, Tick..." The dark red blood fell down the top of his head. Zhang Lingyun forced himself to hold back the stomach acid, closed his eyes and opened his mouth. The thick bloody liquid slid down his throat, nourishing his almost exhausted

The power of life.

Zhang Lingyun was in the bamboo basket for ten days. On the seventh day, the bandits stopped patrolling the place. For safety, Zhang Lingyun did not show up immediately, but waited for three more days. Tonight, the dark clouds were covered with darkness outside, and Zhang Lingyun was about to take the opportunity.

After going out to check, his body, which lacked nutrition and had not been active for a long time, was as weak as a little daughter. He tried his best to use his full strength to cut the bamboo basket, and drilled out of the pile of corpses, which made Zhang Lingyun use all his strength.

As soon as Zhang Lingyun walked out of the alley, he saw the body of Madam Zhang in the corner. Zhang Lingyun turned sideways, afraid that he would cry loudly and attract bandits, and for nothing.

A heart of love.

The prosperous trading fortress in front of us now only leaves corpses and blood marks everywhere. Countless cracks appeared on countless towering and exquisite houses. The streets were covered with bloody corpses, some of which had already grown maggots, and the stench was covered with the sky.

The air hits my face.

Zhang Lingyun looked at his dark short shirt covered with blood stains, and didn't want his parents to worry about it and just found a well to wash it up. He surrounded his face with a wet cloth strip to reduce the disgust caused by the fishy smell.

, return to the street again to look for his father's figure.

Zhang Lingyun almost searched through the entire Quancheng and finally found his father's head on the city wall. Zhang Lingyun found a piece of cloth to wrap his father's remains. He didn't want his mother to worry too much.

When the poor and weak Zhang Lingyun stepped into his backyard, he had an ominous premonition when he saw the burned house. Zhang Lingyun, who was holding his breath, searched through the ruins and found some of them in his mother's room.

The burnt corpse and the sad and angry mood made Zhang Lingyun feel dizzy in his mind. "Puff~" a mouthful of old blood that had been suppressed for a long time gushed out, and Zhang Lingyun finally fainted in front of him.

The bandits' methods were extremely cruel. They almost slaughtered all living creatures in the city, and corpses were everywhere. The blood in the city went along the moat, dyeing the entire river red.

The Heavenly Master, who had checked Zhang Lingyun's spiritual power, learned the news and arrived quietly all the way, but he still did not arrive in time to help. He had to release large-scale magic talismans and burn this town with hundreds of thousands of dead bodies.
Chapter completed!