suddenly.
A voice sounded nearby.
"Old man, can I borrow a bowl of wine for a drink?" Yang Wuhui rubbed his hands and came over with a smile on his face.
But he saw that with his own cultivation, he couldn't clearly see the battle in the sky. I was so cold in the sudden heavy snow, so I just wanted to come over and have a drink.
It's definitely not because the granddaughter beside the old man is pretty and pretty.
"Wine?"
The iron-mouthed scholar paused and glanced at Yang Wuhui dimly.
"The Sword Demon is your master?" The old man glanced at the similar black sword with gold patterns on Yang Wuhui's waist, and handed over the wine bag in his hand.
"right!"
The young man suddenly puffed up his chest and looked proud.
He took the wine bag and drank two gulps, then let out a breath of hot breath.
"Did he teach you sword skills?" The old man suddenly glanced at his granddaughter and continued to ask.
"of course!"
Yang Wuhui patted the long knife on his waist.
He said proudly: "Did you see it? This is the black sword with gold patterns that Master wore back then... a replica. On the way here, I begged Master to ask someone to make it for me!"
The two of them stared at the battle in the sky and started chatting as if no one was watching.
"Well, good. What's the young man's name?"
The old man nodded, his pale face suddenly flashing a hint of blush, like a flashback before death, his eyes were gleaming, but his waist was getting more and more bent.
"Yang Wugui."
"No regrets? What a good name."
He stared at Yang Wuhui and suddenly asked: "Young man, how about I betroth my precious granddaughter to you?"
"W-what!"
Yang Wuhui spit out a mouthful of wine.
"Grandpa, what nonsense are you talking about!" Lian'er lightly hit the old man's arm angrily, her little face turned pink with embarrassment.
"Come."
The iron-mouthed scholar ignored them, grabbed their hands, and put them together.
He smiled and said: "Lian'er, grandpa is getting old and can't accompany you to the end. This guy is not bad. From now on, you two will live a good life and be obedient..."
"Grandpa, you..." It was as if the words she had asked an orphan on her deathbed made the girl feel uneasy.
Yang Wuhui, on the other hand, was completely confused.
Why are you drinking on the side of the road and getting a free wife?
He subconsciously glanced at the girl named Lian'er. She was dressed in white mink and looked really pretty, but... her eyes seemed pure white and she couldn't see anything.
No wonder I just watched her snatch the old man’s wine bag several times but failed.
Yang Wuhui swallowed subconsciously.
"Let's go, you...get out of here quickly." The iron-mouthed scholar patted the back of the two people's hands together, as if to warn them.
Finished.
He seemed to finally make up his mind and took something out of his arms.
Yang Wuhui took a closer look.
It was a strange black eyeball.
Lying quietly in the palm of the scholar Tiezui, it seems to be able to absorb the surrounding light, giving people a very strange feeling.
"What is this..." Yang Wuhui felt his scalp was numb.
Subconsciously he looked at the girl with pure white eyes beside him.
"A thing that can kill the Sky Sword." The old man smiled slightly, but his calm words seemed to be full of bloodshed. "It's a pity that the price required is very, very high..."
Yang Wuhui didn't understand why.
He, who had never experienced the massacre that year, naturally did not understand its meaning.
"Grandpa~~" Lian'er held the old man's arm tightly, her voice trembling uneasily.
The old man ignored the two of them.
The old man, who was about to reach the last moment of his life, seemed to be in a trance.
He looked at the black devil's eyes in the palm of his hand, his face full of bitterness.
He murmured: "Brother Xue... In my whole life, except for my iron mouth, I don't have a single hard bone in my body. In that battle back then, I failed your expectations..."
"I'm sorry for you..."
Back then, he should have secretly buried this Black Demonic Tribulation Eye underground in Sifang City, and complemented it with the other Black Demonic Tribulation Eye in the hands of the old demon from the Snow Mountain, absorbing the worldly killing energy in Sifang City.
If it succeeds, then the battle with the Snow Mountain Demon will definitely not be defeated so quickly!
"But... I can't do it! I can't do it..." The old man held the eyeball in his palm tightly, tears streaming down his face. "While holding it, my heart... started to have evil thoughts."
He couldn't help but think of himself who was tempted by the evil eye that night, tried to refine it but had the evil spirit enter his body, and thought of his wife, daughter and son who died tragically in his hands that night.
I think of my granddaughter who was blind when she was born...
"You shouldn't have handed this ominous thing to me, a weak-minded waste..."
"Perhaps this is my retribution."
"Perhaps, after using it, Lian'er can regain her light?"
"Brother Xue, my younger brother... I'm here to apologize to you!" The old man suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which fell on the black devil's eyes in his palm.
The meridians and qi and blood were reversed at this moment.
The old man's eyes widened, and the aura on his body gradually extinguished like a wisp of incense.
Suddenly.
A strange aura spread from his palm to the surroundings.
In front of the city gate, the heroes from all over the North looked at him one after another with surprise on their faces.
"Hahahaha, I'm sorry, everyone..." The old man laughed miserably, his eyes a bit apologetic, and streams of blood spilled from his mouth, falling on the black demon's eyes.
"The winds and rains of the country, the mountains and rivers of the years... The world is short, and how many people see through it... A big dream is just you and me in the play... Dear readers, if you want to know what happens next, please listen to me next time... Tell us separately."
At this moment, his body seemed to have been eroded by endless years, turning into ashes like rotten wood.
Everyone was stunned.
Next time?
Maybe, there is no next time.
The iron-mouthed scholar who had spent his whole life commenting on Jianghu affairs had turned into ashes. And they...
I saw the activated Black Demon Tribulation Eye, frantically absorbing the worldly energy of Sifang City, and gradually revived.
The richest earthly atmosphere in the entire North is gathered here, which is the best nourishment for demonic evil things such as the Black Demon Tribulation Eye.
"I remembered, this is... the black devil's eye-snatching!" Yang Wuhui exclaimed, finally remembering the very 'inconspicuous' demonic evil object in the legend back then.
Suddenly.
The black devil's eye turned into a black light and threw it into the left eye of a Northland hero with a face full of astonishment.
His whole body froze, and wisps of black energy came out of his seven orifices.
Then he slowly turned around and looked at his companions, his eyes turning completely black.
"W-What are you doing-ah!"
A black blade flashed, and the screams stopped abruptly.
The bloody head flew up.
"Kill... kill... kill..." The Northland hero turned into a demon covered in black energy. With a flash of his sword, he broke into the dense crowd and unleashed boundless killing.
Suddenly.
Screams, wails... each and every living life withered away in an instant.
"Crazy, this man is crazy!"
"Evil thing, run quickly!"
There was a mess in front of Sifang City.
The devil with the blessing of the Black Devil's Tribulation Eye is actually like a master of the soul, looking at everything, killing crazily, absorbing the wisps of blood and blood to strengthen himself.
When it finally caught the attention of the masters of the souls watching the battle in the sky.
It's too late.
"evil creature!"
A Yuanshen Grandmaster flew from the sky and dropped a sword shadow that filled the sky.
However.
A ray of black light broke through the sky at a faster speed, and passed across his neck in the stunned gaze of the Yuanshen Grandmaster.
"How can it be?"
"What the hell!"
One after another, Yuanshen Grand Masters flew in from the sky, wanting to surround and suppress the demons and maintain order in Sifang City. However, after the fight, they discovered that most of the people were not enemies of this weird demon-man unity.
Instead, after killing a few, the demon absorbed the bloody killing aura of the Yuanshen Grandmaster, and his aura became stronger and stronger.
"Kill, kill, kill, kill you all... Jie Jie Jie~~~"
The demon covered in black energy raised his long sword and raised his head to the sky, making a strange and wild sound, arrogant.
However.
It forgot.
There are two most powerful men in the North on the Sky Mountain.
Yang Gang and Song Youque suddenly separated, temporarily suspending the inextricable battle.
Look towards the ground.
"Kill-kill you!"
The demon seemed to have discovered the two of them, and raised his head and let out a provocative roar.
Yang Gang and Song Youque both frowned.
"Noisy."
Instantly.
Two bright sword lights descended from the sky, slashing side by side at the demon covered in black energy.
