Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

Gather souls in the long night, turn the demon into a dead city!

In the past years, there was a wonderful man in Longhu Mountain. His wife died early, and he was inexplicable in grief, so he used Taoism to gather living souls, help him transform into a demon, and survive in the world.

The two stayed together for a long time, coexisting day and night.

This is a taboo, it is against the human way, it goes against the rules and regulations, and it is not tolerated by the Taoist sect.

Later, when the unidentified incident happened, Nakishi violated the canon and was tortured to death by five thunders.

On that day, his wife was furious and turned into a big demon.

When the demon was formed, the red ground was thousands of miles away, and the Longhu Mountain shook up and down, and I don't know how many masters perished.

This battle has also become an indelible stain on Longhu Mountain.

Even the imperial court has issued an edict prohibiting the study of the boundaries between human and demon in any form.

Ma Yinglong actually dared to say such a thing in the Yuyao Division.

"You dare to violate the ban!" Wang Qingwan's expression became extremely cold.

A soul into a demon, such words can't be said.

"Captain Wang, don't be nervous, I just recently read the "Yu Yao Division Work Manual", I saw it occasionally, and I just said it casually." Ma Yinglong shrugged.

He walked straight to the door, and suddenly stopped when he passed by Wang Qingwan.

"People can't be resurrected from the dead. I also ask the captain to mourn."

As he spoke, Ma Yinglong walked away.

Wang Qingwan's eyes narrowed as he looked at his distant figure, with vigilance flashing in his eyes.

...

The next day, Ping An Town was as usual.

The sun still rises.

The street gradually became lively.

No one would know that there was a demon in Jiang He last night, and it was the Demon Slayer Guard who sacrificed his life to block the demon.

Yu Yaoji was enveloped in an atmosphere of grief.

Xu Qian is dead, nothing about him has been leaked out, only a few people know about it and report it to Pingjiang City.

Huo Chang'en also died. He died tragically, which made many people feel sad.

But life goes on.

The living cannot be burdened by the dead.

"I didn't expect Xu Qian to die. What a surprise. He has just been promoted to the Six Transformations of the Refining Realm and has a great future."

Wang Xiaoyi sighed.

Although on weekdays, he was extremely disliked by Xu Qian, but after all, it was just a momentary mood. Everyone was a colleague, and there was no deep hatred or hatred. It was a bit surprising that people suddenly disappeared.

The most important thing is that since then, Wang Xiaoyi will never have anyone to abuse behind his back.

His mouth is itchy!

"The court should have pensions soon!" Zhao Guangming said.

The annual compensation for the death of the Demon Slayer is a huge financial expense.

The imperial court was also extremely generous to the Demon Slayer Guards who died in battle, and the pensions given out were enough to make the lives of the relatives of the Demon Slayer Guards worry-free.

"There seems to be no one in Huo Chang'en's family." Wang Xiaoyi whispered.

Zhou Dao was silent.

The risk of the Demon Slayer Guard is too great. In comparison, the Demon Sealing Master is safer and more comfortable.

The days that followed were quite calm.

Ping'an Town has regained its former tranquility, and even the monsters have been reduced a lot.

The days of the Demon Slayer Guards were also much more relaxed and leisurely. Without the monsters, everyone lived very happily.

After all, the monthly salary and benefits are distributed as usual, and there is no need to kill demons and demons.

Do not work, but also take money, this kind of thing is a common yearning for everyone no matter where.

But this made Zhou Dao a little depressed.

Without monsters, what did he sacrifice to his ancestors?

On this day, after dispersing the value, Zhou Dao came to Yuan Lao's house.

"Get out, get out of it all for me!"

A roar came from inside the house.

Immediately afterwards, the group was blasted out.

The leader is a middle-aged man, dressed in luxurious clothes, looking at his style, and seems to be the steward of a big family.

His face was ugly, and as soon as he was blasted out, he collided with Zhou Dao.

The middle-aged steward looked gloomy and uncertain, glared at the house fiercely, and then said solemnly: "Let's go!"

After speaking, he took people away.

"Pingjiang Yuanmen!?" Zhou Dao murmured as he looked at the backs of the people who were leaving.

He knew that Yuan Lao and Jiang Yuanmen seemed to have some relationship, and people would often be sent over there to greet him. Yuan Shaobai was the last time.

It's just that Old Yuan didn't seem to like it very much, and Zhou Dao didn't know about the entanglement, and he didn't ask.

He and Yuan Lao are friends who have never known each other, and they have a tacit understanding between each other.

dong dong dong...

Zhou Dao knocked on the door.

"Get out of here!" Elder Yuan's roar came.

Zhou Dao pushed open the door and walked in.

"Old Yuan, when you are old, you will always lose your temper but will die suddenly." Zhou Dao said with a smile.

"It turns out it's you!" Yuan Lao looked up and his expression softened a lot.

"What are you doing here?"

"I brought what you asked for last time." Zhou Dao sat down without asking deeply.

Yuan Lao heard the words, his eyes lit up: "Take it out and see."

As he spoke, Zhou Dao took out a brocade box from his arms. After opening it, there was a red rope in it, as thin as hair, with a bright luster.

"Hey, it's a good thing, this [Yuansi] can be sold for a good price." Yuan Lao said with a smile.

"This thing is not easy to do!" Zhou Dao pouted.

The so-called [Yuansi] is an extremely rare monster.

It is said that this is the hair left in the mountain by the **** in charge of marriage, which takes root in the soil and forms a special plant.

It is recorded in the "Yu Yaosi Work Manual" that women can see the marriage when they wear edge silk.

In the past, there was a woman whose emotional road was bumpy.

One day, she found a goddess in the mountains.

The goddess said that fate is determined by nature and cannot be forced. There is good fate and evil fate.

Saying that, the goddess took out a red silk thread, tied it to her wrist, and told the woman that if fate appeared, she would be able to see it.

Later, during the lantern festival in the city, the woman was boating on the lake, and she accidentally caught a glimpse of a book passing by on the shore. There was a red thread on his wrist that was exactly the same as his, and only she could see it.

However, the scholar hurried on his way, and the two missed it.

The woman was sad, who would have thought that seven days later, the two would meet again on the street.

Destiny is determined by fate, and it is so wonderful to meet and know.

From meeting, to getting to know each other, and finally to each other...

Women know ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ this is their fate.

Two years later, when talking about marriage, the scholar left without saying goodbye.

The woman went crazy looking for the scholar, only to find that the scholar's family had arranged a marriage for him. He couldn't disobey his parents and could only choose to leave.

At that time, the red silk thread on the scholar's wrist had dissipated.

The so-called good predestined relationship is also divided into deep and shallow, and the predestined relationship has no share. It can only be passed by in a hurry, leaving a heart-wrenching memory. It is like this.

Even if they know this truth, there are many infatuated women who hope to ask for a [Yuansi] to see who is destined for them.

"Fate is like a flower in water, a moon in a well, no trace in the void, impermanence in gathering and dispersing..." Zhou Dao murmured.

"I really don't know why there are so many people going forward."

Yuan Lao glanced at him and said with a grin: "Only in this way can it be called a rolling red dust!"