Chapter 1 The Demon King’s Troubled Times

Style: Fantasy Author: Never expectedWords: 2046Update Time: 24/01/13 05:56:32
In June of the third year of Yongxi's reign, Song Taizong raised his troops to march north.

Ever since Taizu wore the yellow robe, wars in the Central Plains have continued. At this time, Fengxiang Mansion in the west was experiencing a disaster more tragic than the war.

On the dilapidated city wall, stood a tall, tall, handsome young man dressed in white. This young man, holding a black iron sword, has been standing on the city wall for more than three days. The murderous aura filled the mountains and rivers!

War has been raging for many years, and the people are in dire straits. While the lives of the people are in ruins, too many bones have accumulated on the land of the Central Plains. Resentment, bad luck, and negative energy were everywhere. When people were unaware, a "demon" was born in the Kaifeng Mansion.

The birth of this demon shook the world and brought disaster to the common people. Everywhere is a mountain of bones.

Countless Taoist disciples were ordered to go down the mountain and chase this demon all the way. But this demon is extremely powerful, fearing that the world is invincible. Countless contemporary Taoist masters fought and retreated, killing and injuring countless disciples, and finally retreated to the boundaries of Fengxiang Mansion.

Just as the Taoist disciples were preparing to fight to the death with this demon. A young man in white clothes riding a white horse came slowly from the west. This young man's name is Mo Canxue, and he is the young man in white standing on the city gate.

No one knows his origins. They only know that three days ago, when several contemporary Taoist masters were at their wits' end and preparing to do their best to fight this demon to the death, a long sword blocked the demon's attack path. , unable to take another step forward.

After a while, everyone calmed down and saw a handsome young man in white holding a black black iron sword to block the demon's attack. This young man has extraordinary skills, and his hands, eyes, and body skills reveal everyone's style. His offense and defense are orderly, but he doesn't seem to have murderous intentions. He just fights with this demon, forming an evenly matched formation.

At this time, the young man saw his left cuff stretched forward, and a long golden snake flew out, attacking the Demon King unexpectedly. As expected, it hit the devil's target, and the boy gained the upper hand. Then with his left hand's luck, he used the move "Long Dragon from the Fire", and saw a fire dragon wandering away like it was breathing out the mountains and rivers, and the roar of the dragon was deafening.

The Demon King was surrounded by fire dragons. Just when everyone thought they could trap the Demon King, the Demon King roared in the sky, and then the demonic energy around the Demon King surged into the sky. Not long after, the ground split open, and countless skeleton demon soldiers crawled out of it.

After a fight, there was a distance between the Demon King and Mo Canxue. The Demon King stared coldly at the young man in white in front of him, slowly exhaled a breath, and said: "Who are you? You are so young that you are as strong as this Demon King."

The young man in white showed a plain smile, not at all frightened by the devilish guy in front of him, and then shook his head and said: "I didn't expect that the Central Plains has been in chaos for many years, and a devil has actually emerged."

Who among those who practice Taoism does not know that if there is no sorrow and unrest in the sky, how can demons be born? But at this time, foreign tribes rose up and occupied our Central Plains. After years of war, countless living people were left homeless, and countless dead souls wandered the world. Over time, "demons" were actually born.

At this time, the young man in white sighed, and then the sword flower in his hand shook, and a pure masculine power came out with the sword, hitting the skeleton demon soldiers scattered around. Skeletons were scattered everywhere they passed, turning them into dust. Just like that, the boy in white stood in front of the city gate, fighting off wave after wave of demonic soldiers.

Three days later, the demon soldiers retreated. The Demon King left a message before he left, saying that after seven days, he would leave no chickens or dogs behind in Fengxiang Mansion. The boy in white just smiled disdainfully, and then said loudly and coldly: "If you don't come, you will be my grandson."

This battle lasted almost a thousand rounds in three days. The demon king tried his best and used all his skills, and the young man was able to fight with ease. He knew that the Demon King would definitely come back after recovering his strength, so he guarded the city gate alone.

At this time, the so-called contemporary masters of Taoism were all stunned. When they were still using spells to barely inflict any painless damage to the Demon King, who would have imagined that the young man would be so shocked when he took action? God. There were many techniques that were only found in legends in classics, but the young man was able to perform them easily and still had enough power. All the Taoist priests were amazed and could only sigh with emotion that this generation of talented people in Taoism has produced another unparalleled genius.

One of the immortal Taoists with fair hair and childish face was Tong Qianhe, the contemporary headmaster of the Zhengyi Sect. He came to the boy in white on behalf of everyone and wanted to know the origin of the boy in white.

Tong Qianhe stepped forward, bowed and saluted, and said to the young man in white: "Infinite Heavenly Lord, my merits are immeasurable."

I saw the young man stepped forward and supported the teacher Tong, and said politely: "The Taoist priest has broken the boy. Get up quickly. It is our duty as cultivators to eliminate demons and defend the Tao. There is no need for the Taoist priest to do more." present."

After standing up, Tong Qianhe frowned and asked again full of doubts: "I wonder what sect this little friend comes from, and he has such a good ability."

Mo Canxue smiled, her black hair fluttering in the breeze, and replied politely: "In the Xiabeiming Sect, Mo Canxue. It's just a small sect near Kunlun. It doesn't travel to the Central Plains all year round, so it's insignificant."

Tong Laodao can also be regarded as a contemporary Taoist master. He is an outstanding person who has been in the world for decades. When he heard about Kunlun Beiming, he looked confused, as if he had heard it somewhere but couldn't remember it. He muttered "Beiming? Beiming? Beiming!" over and over again.

"Beiming!" Tong Qianhe exclaimed, looking at the young man in front of him in disbelief. He suddenly realized what these two words meant.

Looking at the young man in front of him with extraordinary talents and abilities, he remembered the young man's outstanding skill just now. He bowed to the young man again and said with some shame: "I thought that there were immortals in Kunlun, but it was nonsense. I didn't expect that the old Taoist was short-sighted." I’m blind.”

The young man smiled shyly, waved his hand quickly and said: "My sect has always been indifferent to fame and wealth, and there have been very few disciples in the past. Over the years, only one patriarch set foot in the Central Plains in the early years of the Sui Dynasty."

After Tong Qianhe fell into deep thought, he finally remembered that in the early years of the Sui Dynasty, there was a record of the legendary experience of a person from Kunlun, and then blurted out: "There are records in our sect that there was a Taoist named Liang in the early years of the Sui Dynasty... …”

Before he finished speaking, the young man in white laughed and said: "Haha, yes, he is the great uncle of our sect. When he was young, he was also talented and intelligent. He came to the Central Plains without telling the sect because he was curious about the vast resources and the famous mountains and rivers in the Central Plains. walk."

Tong Laodao suddenly took a breath of cold air. That's not walking at all. According to current terms, it is a dimensionality reduction attack that will make all Taoists lose their face.

At this time, the sunset was glowing, and everything was desolate.