Chapter 408

Seventy six people scattered and sat on different stone platforms. The burning light of lamps was like the shadow of demons, enveloping everyone in front of them.

Gradually

They fell into a nightmare world, first confused, then sinking, and finally forgot the truth and illusion.

This is the power of the lamp, bringing them all into their inner world.

These people can represent the new generation in their respective regions. Their strength, their pride and their desire for strength are particularly strong, which also doomed them to have various obsessions in their hearts.

They are young and arrogant, which also means that they will do anything by any means or do more things that ordinary people can't understand in order to achieve their goals and grow more on some occasions in the past.

They have stood at the top of the pyramids in their respective regions, welcoming the admiration of the family and even outsiders, eager to become better and stronger. In fact, they are also afraid of losing their honor and the degradation of their strength.

In the process of their growth, too many events are precipitated, too many emotions are suppressed, and there are too many unknown secrets, some of which are even unknown to them. Because they are young, they are more focused on cultivating martial arts and growing up. They are looking for opportunities. They gradually forget these "hidden dangers" and don't know how to deal with them.

Today, the lights are always on, illuminating the darkness. These 76 rookies will face their hearts for the first time and focus on their inner thoughts for the first time. It is a precious opportunity for them now and for the future.

Qin Ming fell into a dream and his consciousness completely fell. He didn't know he was in vain.

"Life, what are you stunned about?"

A gentle woman walked in the light and shadow, grabbed a seven-year-old boy from behind, and looked up into the sky with his eyes. In the blue sky, two Raptors were fighting fiercely, up and down, scattering scattered feathers, and the crisp cry resounded through the sky.

The boy pointed to the bird of prey in the sky: "mother, can we fly?"

"Silly boy, how can a man fly without wings?" the woman stroked his tender cheek.

"My father said that if you become a martial artist, you can fly." the boy looked up with curiosity and longing in his eyes.

"Being a warrior will make you strong, but to fly, you need to be stronger."

"How strong is stronger."

The woman took the boy's hand and pointed to the strong tree in the yard: "now you are equivalent to the seed of this tree. If you want to become a warrior, it means that you have to change from seed to seedling and fly. You have to grow higher than it."

"Mother, what about you?" the boy looked up at his mother.

The woman smiled and held him in her arms.

The boy's dissatisfied toot mouth: "mother, I'm seven years old. Don't hold me when I grow up."

The woman scraped his nose and said with a smile, "no matter how old you are, you are a child in front of me."

The boy reached out to grab the swaying branches on the tree: "what can I do to become a warrior."

"Eat more, don't be picky about food, exercise more, go to bed early and get up early."

"Nonsense, father said it was difficult."

"If you are well, I will be happy." the woman kissed the boy's white cheek.

The boy looked at his mother and said strangely, "mother, why are you crying?"

The woman's soft smile gently smoothed his black hair disturbed by the wind: "I'm happy to see my life."

"I'll see you every day."

"Yes... I'm by your side every day, I've been..." the woman smiled and hugged the boy, but tears ran across her cheeks.

"Mother, you are so strange today." the boy wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes for the woman. However, he found that his hands were covered with blood, and his mother's tears turned blood red.

"You should grow into a big tree and be strong enough to withstand the wind and rain." the woman smiled with blood and tears on her cheeks.

The boy looked at it, looked at the sky and looked at the yard.

Everything seems to suddenly turn blood red.

"Mother? I'm afraid..."

"Don't be afraid, I've been there all the time." the woman wanted to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but she wiped more and more. She looked down at the bottom. Three sharp knives pierced her body, and the bloody blood trickled along the tip of the knife.

The boy hurriedly broke away from the woman: "mother... What's the matter with you..."

"I'm fine, not afraid." the woman wanted to hold the boy, but she knelt powerlessly on the ground, smiled sadly and lowered her head.

"Mother! Mother! No, no, no... no..." the boy screamed in panic and trembled to pick up the woman, but he couldn't move. His hands were covered with blood and cried helplessly: "who will help me... Who will save my mother... No, no... Mother..."

The sky is getting redder and redder, the trees are bleeding, the earth is cracking, the houses are collapsing, and the scene between heaven and earth is changing violently.

"Life... My child..."

"I miss you so much..."

The woman whispered and smiled, but her body was gradually cold.

"I miss you... My child..."

The boy hugged his mother, crying helplessly and crying like rain.

No one came to help, no one came to save people.

In the lonely and desolate bloody world, only the boy's desolate cry echoed for a long time.

………………

Qingyun sect with beautiful scenery is full of laughter and people come and go.

A beautiful woman, a mighty man, with a cheerful young man in the middle, and a family of three walking on the bluestone steps.

People kept passing by and greeted warmly.

The boy danced and sang children's songs.

He is only five years old.

"Life, this is where you will practice in the future."

"Qingyun sect! A great and sacred name. It's also the sect door you should guard all your life."

"You should be proud of here and make it proud of you in the future."

The man is powerful, tall, dignified and dignified, but his eyes towards the boy can't hide his love.

The woman tightened the boy's arms to remind him not to fall. "He's still young. He doesn't understand these words now."

The boy looked up and said, "I understand!"

The woman smiled, "what do you know?"

"I know. Right." the boy looked up at the man.

The man laughed loudly.

When they went to the top of the mountain, several elders had been waiting there.

"Is this a small life? Come on, let me hug."

"Get up, you're scaring people."

"How can I talk? This little guy will be my own disciple in the future. No disciple thinks master has too much meat."

"Ha ha!"

"Elder Helian, do you really want to take your life as an apprentice? I have written it down."

"Of course! I'm afraid you won't give up."

The adults talked enthusiastically. The boy looked at them curiously with big black eyes. They also teased him from time to time. The atmosphere was harmonious.

An elegant man came out of the front hall, with long hair and waist, tied at will. He looked gentle and elegant, with a shallow smile on his handsome face, which made people feel good.

"Great elder!" several elders and women and men smiled and saluted seriously.

The elder came to them and glanced at the boy: "is he your child?"

The man respected the elder and hurriedly said, "dog, Qin life!"

The elder nodded: "when he is eight years old, he will be sent to Qingyun sect. I will choose an elder to cultivate himself."

The man was overjoyed. He took the woman's hand and saluted the elder: "elder, you have bothered."

"Yes. Have you brought anything?"

"What? What?" the man wondered.

The elder's eyes were suddenly cold: "I arranged what you brought."

The man and woman exchanged eyes: "we didn't receive orders."

The elder looked gloomy and stared at them coldly. The smiles on the faces of the other elders were gone. They pulled up the corners of their mouths and showed ferocity: "don't play tricks."

The boy looked at them strangely and didn't understand why he was suddenly serious.

The man was more innocent: "elder, we..."

Pooh!

The elder suddenly shot, and the sword pierced the woman's heart. The tip of the sword poked out from behind, shaking slightly and spilling blood.

The woman's chest and back suddenly "bloomed" with scarlet blood marks. She looked at the sharp sword inserted through her body. "You..."

"Where's the thing!" the elder snapped, pulled out his sword and looked ferocious.

The woman was bleeding on her chest and knelt heavily on the ground. She pushed the boy away with her last strength: "run... Run..."

"Mother!" the boy exclaimed, but was entangled in his throat by the chain thrown out by the elder, dragging him to the front hall.

The palace is clearly in front, but it looks like an endless dark abyss.

The chain clattered. The boy struggled violently, but his throat was tightened by the chain. He opened his mouth and stretched out his hands in pain. In his sight was the picture of his mother falling and his father being killed.

"No..." the boy moaned sadly, trying to reach out and grasp the picture in front of him, but... The sky was dark, the Qingyun sect was dark, and there was only one chain, flashing a bright cold light, dragging him to the darkness, walking... Walking