The origin of the heavens: the cold light destroys the world, and all sentient beings are destroyed.

The cycle of life and death has a degree.

All beings search, where the other side is.

The heavens are infinite, but there is only a struggle.

A cold light illuminates the way ahead.

Zhenwu Universe, Guhua Star Domain, Lingwu Xiuxian Galaxy, Blue Mercury in the solar system to which the fourth spiral arm belongs, this is a planet of immortal cultivation under the rule of the Immortal Cultivation Sect.

One of the three high-level immortal cultivation sects of Blue Mercury, on the nameless mountain five hundred miles outside the Qinghui Sect, there is a bandit cottage called Qingyunzhai.

Within the area of Qingyunzhai's annual plunder, there is a mountain village called Gaoshan Village.

At the west end of Takayama Village, in the courtyard of a mud house....

"Oh..." The

sharpened wooden stick plunged into the decaying plank.

What he did was a little boy wrapped in animal skin, with long unkempt hair like dead grass, bare and dirty feet, about seven or eight years old, with a dark face that could not be seen clearly, and at first glance he was a bitter child from a poor family.

"Oh..."

Another wooden stick was thrown out by him and plunged into the decaying plank, and he still had one left in his hand.

Just as he threw the last one up and stepped forward to get it.

"Boom, boom..." A

rapid knock sounded, echoing in this small village of more than a hundred families.

The boy looked blankly at the direction where the voice came from, and a pair of calloused hands behind him grabbed his arm socket and picked him up.

After turning around, there was a broken grass house in front of you, only a wall made of mud, and bamboo chips could be seen inside.

"Dog, you remember, no matter what happens, don't make a sound."

The female voice sounded, put the little boy into the stove, pressed the pot on it again, and continued to instruct: "Don't get up, remember, don't!" "

The little boy knew what was going on, so he was very well-behaved and obedient.

The small body curled in the hearth space can actually be perfectly accommodated.

Grass and wood ash splashed his face, but the little boy was still very well-behaved, did not cry or make trouble.

He can also see some of the outside world from the cave where firewood was handed in the past.

Soon, the village became noisy, followed by another scream, and the sound of swords colliding, and the sound gradually moved towards this side.

Soon after, the little boy heard his mother scream and threw himself in the hut.

A large snowy knife pierced through her mother's back.

The mother spat out a large amount of blood in her mouth, convulsed all over, and with the last strength, turned her head to look at the face of the little boy in the hole, her mouth opened weakly, as if she wanted to say something, but did not say it.

In his eyes, which gradually lost their radiance, he seemed to be able to speak, telling the little boy one last time that he should not move.

The little boy of seven or eight years old can already understand something.

Seeing his mother die in front of him, how could he be indifferent?

He clenched his fists with excitement, and his right hand seemed to pinch a hard thing in the grass and ash.

At the same time, even a very spacious stove could no longer hide him.

The movement of the iron pot attracted the murderer who had just pulled out his knife and was ready to go out.

The little boy stood up suddenly, opened the iron pot, and shouted angrily at the murderer: "Damn robber, you return my mother's life!" "

The murderer was in his thirties, with a beard on his face, and looked very fierce.

The strong body, standing two meters away from the little boy, the two are tantamount to the contrast between a big bear and a small milk dog.

Seeing that it was a little boy, the robber sighed with relief at the same time, and was amused by the nervousness he had just had.

They came from the east end of the village, which is almost the end of the west of the village, and the brothers have already solved the rest of the people.

Anyway, the shouts of killing were almost gone, only a slight scream.

Look at the little boy splashing at him, the strong robber, like teasing ants, plunged the long knife with the blood of the little boy's mother into the ground, with big yellow teeth, hooked his finger at the little boy, and said with a playful smile: "Little thing, come and come, Lao Tzu stands still, come and avenge your mother..."

In his eyes, the little boy was dead.

But it's also good to tease and relax before that.

I don't know how their boss did it, but this time the order was to slaughter this village.

Usually, they just grab something and leave.

The village is their guaranteed granary, and they generally do not kill much.

Since you want to slaughter this village, you must cut the grass and remove the roots.

The little boy's eyes were full of hatred, and the newborn calf was not afraid of the tiger, climbed onto the stove in one step, and rushed towards the bearded man.

The thing pinched in his right hand also pierced it fiercely.

It was a piece of iron of about twenty centimeters, rusted to the point that it seemed to corrode and break.

The bearded man saw the piece of iron in the little boy's hand, but he grinned and didn't pay attention to it at all.

He wants to make this little Budian completely desperate and kill him in the despair of the other party.

The iron piece pierced the stomach of the bearded man, and the bearded man mocked: "Little thing, force... Uh..."

As soon as he said this, he lowered his head incredulously.

I saw that the piece of iron had pierced his stomach.

"How is it possible, with my cultivation of the Quenching Body Triple Heaven, it is impossible to be stabbed by a broken iron piece."

The bearded man was full of incredulity and lost his soul, so much so that he did not strangle the little boy with his backhand.

Next, he had no chance.

The iron piece pierced into the body of Luo Hu Dahan, as if he was stimulated by something, a wisp of blood-colored brilliance bloomed, and Luo Hu Dahan instantly turned into flying ash, even all the items on his body were no exception.

At the same time, the little boy with a face full of hatred exploded his bones, and an inexplicably powerful force filled his body.

The hatred on his face converged, and he looked incredulously at the piece of iron in his right hand.

At this time, the iron piece faded the rust and turned into a small matte flying knife, and the weight could not be felt at all.

On both sides of the throwing knife, there is a blood-colored pattern, which looks extremely strange.

The little boy couldn't tell what kind of pattern it was, only knew that the two ends were sharp, and the middle was bent, which looked very sharp.

He blurted out incredulously: "Immortal family supreme treasure? "

The little boy heard his father say that there are immortal masters high in the world, and immortal masters have magical weapons in their hands, which can destroy the sky and the earth, and have all kinds of incredible effects, which mortals call the most precious treasure of the immortal family.

This kind of immortal treasure may exist anywhere.

It may be abandoned by the immortal master, or it may be the inheritance left by the immortal master.

This thing in his hand is so strange, inexplicably has a magical connection with himself, and can also pass on the other party's power to himself, which is obviously the legendary immortal family's supreme treasure.

However, the immortal family is the treasure and does not attract the little boy for too long.

The hatred in his eyes came out again.

He wants to kill this group of robbers and avenge his mother!