Black clouds swirl in the night sky, the dark sky seems to press down on the ground, and the rain threads floating from the vast expanse of the sky, in the midst of the howling wind, sweep across the vast land.

  Desolate land, no village in front, no earth behind, all around is desolation, only one ancient path stretches from afar and extends lonely to the distance.

  In the dark clouds of the night sky, there was a low rumble of thunder, and the rain between heaven and earth also gradually grew stronger.

  The earth is solemn, and the wilderness is only the sound of wind and rain. All around is pitch black, except for a few lights flickering on the ancient road, revealing a faint light.

  This is a wilderness hut, the boss surnamed He, a middle-aged man in his 40s, from Xiao Chi Town, one day's journey away. In this remote area, beside the ancient road, he built a simple house with great difficulty, providing a place for travelers to rest and drink tea, earning some hard-earned money.

  At this moment, Mr. He was sitting behind the counter in his own shop, intently listening to the howling wind and rain outside, frowning slightly, and sighing softly, thinking that with such bad weather, it's unlikely there would be any more customers coming.

  His small cottage was located between Xiaopu Town and the great empty mountain of Xifang, with an ancient road outside the door that had been a commercial thoroughfare since ancient times, also being the only way to reach the larger city of Donghai Changhe City in the far east, so travelers often passed by.

  At this moment, on this stormy night, there are still a few guests in this small wild shop, silently sitting in the dimly lit hut, hiding from the bleak wind and rain outside.

  Crack!

  The oil lamp in front of Mr. He suddenly made a slight cracking sound, waking up this honest middle-aged man from his drowsiness. The wind and rain outside the house were getting heavier and heavier, "Woo" sounded like choking, it seemed that tonight, the guests here would not be able to leave.

  He thought so, and looked up at the guests in his own shop. The simple hut had only five tables, three of which were occupied by customers at this moment. At the far corner was a single man sitting alone, where the light could hardly reach, and the man sat there lonely, with an indistinct face.

  Closer to them were two tables, one of which had an extraordinary old man and a young girl in her prime sitting at it. Next to the old man was a bamboo stick leaning against the table with a piece of cloth on top, written with the four characters "Xianren Zhilu" ( Fairy Points the Way), apparently a fortune teller.

  As for the last table, it was the one with the most people, a group of four merchants, with goods piled up in the corner behind them. At this moment, it seemed as if there was even a young man muttering curses at the terrible weather.

  "Alright, let's not talk about it anymore." Another older-looking man among the four spoke up, turned his head around and smiled at Mr. He with a hint of apology: "Mr. He, on this windy and rainy day, we've also dragged you into staying up all night with us."

  He Lao Ban smiled and shook his head, "This line of business travel often comes and goes on this ancient road, and there are many times when you come to my small shop to rest your feet, so it's also considered a familiar customer. He said, "It doesn't matter, I'm used to staying up late, but today from daytime onwards, the dark clouds have been pressing down, how can Mr. still want to rush on the road?"

  The old man was taken aback by the words, and then exchanged a glance with others who were traveling with him. He smiled bitterly and said: "Actually, how could we not know that the weather is bad today? But when you're out on the road, it's really troublesome."

  He Lao Ban let out an "ah".

  The old man picked up the teacup in front of him and drank the tea in one gulp, saying: "He Lao Ban, this world is tough nowadays!"

  He Lao Ban was startled and said: "What's wrong?"

  The old man let out a bitter laugh and said, "From ten years ago, the demonic sect that had originally disappeared for a long time suddenly reappeared. I heard they even had a big fight with the gods of the Orthodox Sect on Qingyun Mountain. Since then, over these past ten years, not only has the Orthodox Sect failed to eliminate the Demonic Sect, but it has instead grown more prosperous day by day. Everywhere you hear about them fighting and struggling against the Orthodox Sect."

  The old master was silent, and the old man sighed and said: "They fought their own, we ordinary people can't control it. But under this struggle, the world is in chaos, now thieves are rampant, and robbers are countless. We who make a living outside are worried every day, afraid of encountering strong men. That's why we rushed on the road, but unexpectedly got stuck here due to wind and rain, troubling Master He."

  "What's the matter with you? Don't take it to heart..." said Old He.

  Just as he was speaking, a voice suddenly came from the distant corner, saying faintly: "So to speak, does this gentleman think that today's chaos and bandits running amok are all caused by the demonic cult in his mouth?"

  The old man was taken aback and had not yet spoken, when the fortune teller and the young girl at the table in front of him also turned their eyes towards them. The girl's eyes were bright, her face was beautiful, and there was a faint dimple on the corner of her mouth, which made people feel affectionate.

  At this moment, she suddenly opened her mouth and smiled at the old businessman: "Old gentleman!"

  The old man looked at her and said, "What's wrong, miss?"

  "This young girl said in a soft voice: 'Old man, your face is thin and has many wrinkles, but the shape of your face is still intact. You have had a life with many ups and downs, but it can be considered peaceful. However, there is a small scar on the sixth line of your heavenly court, which runs across your face, blocking your fate line and wealth line. This indicates that you may encounter great disaster in your old age. Considering your current age, it's better to say less and avoid more troubles.'"

  The crowd of merchants and travelers changed color, and the old man stood up, staring intently at the two, but they didn't react, calm and composed. After a while, the old man's face was overcast, looked around, and finally sat back down, bowing to the girl: "Thank you for your guidance, miss."

  He sat back down and the small shop immediately fell silent, the somewhat mysterious man in the corner also seemed to have quieted down, no longer speaking.

  It was just that the long night was endless, and it was really hard to get through. After a long time, people in the business trip on the other side gradually began to chat, and after talking about it, they actually talked about the battle between the righteous and evil ten years ago at Qingyun Mountain.

  These traveling merchants are just ordinary people, and they have never been to the scene before. However, rumors about this thing have spread, and it was born for this reason. Moreover, those upright and honest people have always been mysterious and unpredictable, and they are the best topic of conversation among the common people.

  As they spoke, the voices of several young people gradually grew louder, and others also heard them and were drawn over.

  "...In short, at that time the situation of Qingyun Gate was already precarious, fortunately, Daoxuan Lao's divine power intervened and transformed, with a light tap of his finger, suddenly thunder and lightning fell from the sky, it is said that within a hundred miles around, everyone could hear the deafening sound, only then were the demonic sect's people repelled!"

  "Fart!" A sudden, soft shout came from the extraordinary old man sitting at the same table as the girl. Everyone was shocked and looked at him, only to hear the old man say: "If Daoxuan is really that powerful, why did so many people die in the battle of Qingyun Mountain, including two of the Seven Veins Seat? The other elders and disciples were also killed or injured beyond count. Do you think those demonic leaders are eating for free?"

  Everyone was silent, and the girl next to him furrowed her brow, saying in a low voice: "Grandfather, I just told people not to talk too much, why are you talking so much?"

  The old man chuckled and said in a low voice, "Xiaohuan, don't scare me. I've already let you see my fate, although I've been drifting all my life, but I'll be lucky in my old age, and I'll live a peaceful life until the end. Someone will send me off, haha, it's nothing to worry about!"

  The girl had just taken a sip of tea and was almost choked by his words, coughing twice, glaring at the old man with anger, but the old man was complacent, not putting it in his heart at all.

  This old and young pair were none other than the wandering Taoist diviner Zhou Yixian and his granddaughter, Xiaohuan. It had been ten years since the last great battle between good and evil on Qingyun Mountain, and Xiaohuan had grown into a beautiful young woman, still traveling the world with her grandfather.

  At this time, Zhou Yi Xian seemed to have been hooked up, and he didn't care that it was his first meeting with others. He pulled over a stool and sat down among the merchants, starting to talk loudly about the Qing Yun war of those years. Xiao Huan was annoyed on the side, but also couldn't do anything about it.

  Monday's eloquence was extremely good, and he traveled the world, relying on his mouth skills. He spoke vividly and vividly, far surpassing the young people from earlier. After a while, even Old He couldn't help but walk over, and everyone gathered around, listening to Zhou Yixian's stories of past events...

  "Ah!"

  When they heard the exciting part, several young people exclaimed at the same time. One of them couldn't help but ask: "Old man, were you there at that time? How do you know so much?"

  On Monday, Xian was stunned for a moment, then patted his clothes lightly with his hand and shook his head, sighing: "These fighting and killing things, I've never been willing to get involved in them, let those young people from Qingyunmen do it!"

  Everyone was shocked and suddenly became solemn, but unexpectedly, a "pu" sound came from the side, it was Xiaohuan who had just spat out the tea she had drunk, coughing non-stop.

  On Monday, Xian glared at her and immediately turned back, smiling, when a young man beside him said: "Old Zhang, what happened to that last disciple of Qingyunmen surnamed Zhang? Did he really betray Qingyunmen?"

  On Monday, Xian furrowed his brow, remained silent for a moment, then shook his head and said: "This is no longer clear. On that day, the scene was chaotic, and even Zhang Xiaofan seemed to have fainted, only to be taken away by the demonic sect's people. From then on, he disappeared without a trace."

  The people around him let out a sigh, but the truth about Zhang Xiaofan's origins was actually a major secret of Qingyunmen and Tianyin Temple that would never be leaked to outsiders. However, on the day the secret was revealed, there were many people present, including some from the demonic sects, so over time, the news slowly spread throughout the land. Yet, Zhou Yixian's words at this moment seemed as if he had personally witnessed it all in the Yuqing Hall of Tongtian Peak on Qingyun Mountain that day.

  He Lao sighed and said: "I don't know how that young man is doing now?"

  "How is he now......" Suddenly, it was the voice of that mysterious man sitting in the corner again, with a hint of subtlety.

  On Monday, Xian turned his head and looked at the man sitting in the shadow, saying: "How is it that you know this, brother?"

  The man fell silent for a moment before speaking slowly, "I naturally know that, but even if you are people who have seen him before, I'm sure you wouldn't be able to recognize him now..."

  The wind and rain outside, covering the sky and earth, seemed even more desolate than before...

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  Kong Sang Mountain, Wan Batu Ancient Cave.

  Eight hundred years ago, the predecessor of the Devil Sect, Hei Xin Lao Ren, created a prosperous era for the Blood Refining Hall in this place, commanding the Devil Sect and intimidating the world. But now, the younger generation is not worthy, this land is desolate and withered, it's really bleak.

  And hidden deep within the ancient cave of Wan Batou, next to the Dead Spirit Abyss, was now occupied by countless sudden foreign enemies.

  On the edge of a giant stone with ancient seal script carved with the three large characters "Death Spirit Abyss", all the last disciples of Lian Xue Tang gathered here, leaning against the giant stone. A few steps back was the unfathomably dark Death Spirit Abyss.

  And their numbers, incredibly, had dwindled to less than ten people, including Lao Da, Liu Hao, and Ye Gou Dao Ren, all of whom were injured, with a mixture of despair and terror on their faces. In front of them, dozens of corpses lay scattered on the ground, surrounded by several times as many black-clad men, each with a skull embroidered on their chest.

  The old man took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and began to speak, but suddenly found that his voice had become hoarse: "Fellow... fellow Ghost King Sect disciples, our Blood Refining Hall is just a small sect within the Holy Church, we have never dared to offend the Ghost King Sect, I... I don't know why Senior Ghost King would treat us like this?"

  "Hmph!" A cold hum came from among the countless black-clad men, and a man with a golden skull emblem on his chest walked out, looking like a leader. He said calmly, "Elder Ye, the situation in the Holy Sect is now very clear. The Ghost King Sect Master has written to you several times, but you are still as wishy-washy as a wall grass, dealing with us today and then bowing down at the Long Life Hall tomorrow. Don't you have the Ghost King Sect Master in your eyes?"

  The old man's face turned pale, knowing that the internal strife within the Sacred Sect had become increasingly brutal, with each small faction relying on one another. There were constant rumors of mysterious figures wiping out entire sects. And now, the Ghost King Sect had suddenly launched a massive attack, nearly annihilating the hard-earned power he had built up over the years in the Blood Refining Hall. The situation before him was also quite clear.

  As expected, the man in black let out a cold laugh and said, "Old Master Ye, I'll say it again: now that the Ghost King Sect's master is exceptionally talented and has a grand vision, unifying the Sacred Teachings is just around the corner. He's taken a liking to you, which is why he wants to take in your Blood Refining Hall under his wing; don't be ungrateful."

  By then, his voice was already full of threatening implications.

  The old man's forehead was covered in sweat, although the situation was clear, his small Blood Refining Hall could never rival the Ghost King Sect, but the foundation left by his ancestors, would it be destroyed at his own hands?

  This determination is really hard to come by!

  The man in black saw the hesitant look on Lao Da's face, and his expression turned cold. He suddenly said: "Lao Da, I'll give you some advice. You're lucky to be facing me now, but do you know who is leading the attack on Kong Sang Mountain this time?"

  The old man's body shook, and the black-clothed man sneered: "You've guessed it too, haven't you? Indeed, it is our Ghost King Sect's Deputy Sect Master, Gui Lie. If he came, your outcome would be...

  He had only spoken half of his words when someone nearby coughed softly twice. The man in black changed color, as if he had thought of something, and his face turned pale, as if even he had a deep fear for that name.

  At this moment, a strong bloody smell suddenly came, and it was unknown where it came from, but it suddenly filled the entire vast space. All the black-clad men of the Gui Wang Zong immediately straightened their bodies, and the face of the leading black-clad man turned slightly pale. Looking closely, you could see that the corners of his eyes were twitching slightly.

  What kind of person is he, to make him so afraid?

  Footsteps, gradually sounded, as if from the endless darkness of this abyss came slowly out.

  One step, one bloody footprint!

  All the men in black suddenly parted like a tidal wave, opening up a path on both sides.

  A faint blue-green light, with a hint of crimson blood light, gently undulates in the darkness, slowly moving forward.

  The people in Lianxuetang were all pale and bloodless.

  The Gui Wang Sect ten years ago did not have the figure of Gui Li, but there were rumors within the sect that after the Righteous Blood War ten years ago, the Sect Master Gui Wang took in a traitor from the righteous path and treated him as one of his own, and also passed on to him the rumored second volume of the sacred scripture "Tian Shu" that had fallen into the hands of the Gui Wang Sect.

  And this demon's cultivation progress was unimaginable, but his temperament had also changed drastically, becoming extremely bloodthirsty to the point where even the demonic sect members were shocked and terrified.

  In recent years, the internal strife within the Demon Sect has become increasingly brutal. Gui Lie, who was once a humble disciple of Qingyun Gate, has transformed into the first general of Guiwang Sect, leading his disciples to slaughter and destroy countless sects. The "Soul-Devouring Staff" in his hand (a name given by the people within the Demon Sect) has absorbed the fresh blood of many people. With the favoritism of Guiwang, he quickly became a figure who stands above all others in the Guiwang Sect.

  And this person, ten years ago, these people from Lianxuetang were all familiar with him.

  The stray dog-like Daoist in the crowd looked at him, and the man who gradually emerged from the darkness had a strong bloody aura, as if it was emanating from his body.

  There were countless people standing in the field, but there was not a single sound.

  His appearance, still as it was in the past, without any change, the look between his eyebrows, all vividly before my eyes, but the wild dog's heart, began to jump non-stop, as if standing in front of me, was not a person at all, but a ferocious beast.

  "You..."

  He slowly said the first sentence, his voice steady and with a hint of sharpness, echoing in this place: "Will you surrender?"

  Countless people stood behind him, yet no one approached him.

  Everyone in the Alchemy Hall looked at each other in shock, old and young alike were drenched in sweat, even the wounds on their bodies didn't hurt anymore. But just then, a strange cry suddenly echoed through the scene: "Go to hell!"

  Everyone's face changed color, and in an instant, a knife light suddenly burst out from the ground beside Gui Li, stabbing towards his abdomen. The assassin was disheveled and had a frantic and bewildered expression, with both feet already chopped off, blood flowing like a fountain.

  Looking at this person, it seems to be a disciple of the Blood Refining Hall, who has suffered severe injuries and lost his sanity in fear and pain, frantically shouting and stabbing at Gui Lie. Just a moment later, a dark blue light mixed with bloody red glow emerged from Gui Lie's right hand, enveloping this person.

  The bloody smell in the air grew heavier.

  The withered body slumped to the side, and the faces of the people in Lianxuetang turned even paler. Some young disciples' bodies began to tremble, but Gui Li's eyes gradually showed a faint red glow, and he slowly said again: "You... will you surrender?"

  And in his hand, that ugly black soul-absorbing rod (fire poker...) also gradually lit up.

  Behind him, all the men in black seemed to take a breath at the same time and stepped forward together.

  An incomparable and terrifying aura surged over, drowning all the people in Lianxuetang.

  Suddenly, a loud shout burst out from among the Alchemists' Hall people: "No, no, I...I surrender!"

  Along with this sound, a young disciple rushed out and left the crowd of Lianxuetang, rushing to the Ghost King Sect, but subconsciously kept a distance from where Gui Lie was.

  As soon as this started, there was an immediate reaction. The crowd in the Blood Refining Hall looked at each other, and from time to time, someone would walk out. An old man let out a long sigh, knowing that the situation was hopeless, and said with a bitter smile: "Forget it, forget it!"

  As he spoke, he walked out of the crowd, with everyone following behind him. They slowly made their way to Gui Lie's front, and from his bosom, he pulled out a black iron plaque the size of a palm, on which was engraved a black heart. With both hands, he presented it to Gui Lie, and said with a mournful smile: "This is the 'Black Heart Command' of Lian Xue Tang. The eight hundred year foundation of Lian Xue Tang has come to an end today..."

  "Nonsense!"

  At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from behind them, but the tone was slightly trembling with fear. Everyone was shocked and turned their heads to look back, only to see that there was still someone standing in front of the huge stone they had just passed by, who hadn't followed them forward.

  Street dog!

  The wild dog stared at the old man, panting heavily, but his mouth shouted loudly: "Old master, when you led me into the Blood Refining Hall in the past, we made a heavy oath together in front of the Black Heart Ancestor's statue. This life will not change, how can you do this?"

  The old man's face flashed with shame, and he lowered his head, saying in a low voice: "You wild dog, the situation is stronger than people, don't look for death yourself, come over quickly!"

  The stray dog was surrounded by countless pairs of eyes, especially the pair in front that emitted a faint, eerie red glow, which pierced his heart like a knife, causing all the hairs on his body to stand on end. Even his feet trembled uncontrollably with fear.

  He shook his head slowly in the midst of the tremors: "No way, boss, no way. You can ask me to do anything else, but asking me to betray the Blood Refining Sect is a no-go!"

  He gazed ahead, his eyes empty and hollow, as if everything had been destroyed. In a low voice, he said: "I grew up like a monster, everyone despised me, even my own parents abandoned me. I was raised by wild dogs, suffered hardships and humiliation, only after entering the Blood Refining Hall did I get to bully others, proudly and with ease. At that time, I made a heavy vow in front of our ancestors, this life will definitely follow the Blood Refining Hall, even if I die, I won't regret it..."

  Everyone was shocked, and the old man noticed that Gui Lie's face gradually darkened, feeling anxious in his heart. He didn't expect that this wild dog, who usually bullied the weak and feared the strong, would suddenly become like this.

  But I couldn't carelessly risk my own life just because of this wild dog, so I hardened my heart and said: "Fine, you're great, then you can single-handedly hold up the Blood Refining Hall!"

  As he spoke, his hand flung out and tossed the black token forward. The wild dog caught it subconsciously, but immediately its body shook violently and it panted heavily.

  The old man and others all disappeared into the black-clad men of the Gui Wang Sect, leaving only a lone wild dog standing alone under the giant stone radiating light, facing countless black-clad men. And standing in front of him not far away was none other than the legendary bloodthirsty devil!

  A faint and sinister gaze fell on the face of a stray dog.

  The wild dog felt as if he had almost seen a malevolent spirit, and if it weren't for the massive boulder behind him, he wouldn't have known whether he could stand up or not. However, amidst this extreme fear, he said in a low, trembling voice: "You might as well kill me!"

  As he spoke, he clenched the black token in his hand, closed his eyes, and the icy iron plate seemed to melt into his body, waiting together for the arrival of destruction and death!