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Everything from the past vanished like smoke and clouds into Zi Feng's memory. Now, he was no longer that hairless child.

The three years in the Wasteland had transformed this youth into an indomitable man. At this moment, he was nine feet tall, with a broad stature and muscular build. His handsome face was slightly ancient, and his beautiful purple hair was especially eye-catching under the sunlight.

Zi Feng looked to the north, his eyes were a little hazy, and muttered: "Let's go! At least he himself is a righteous man. "

As he spoke, he stepped on his flying sword and flew towards the north.

When Zi Feng heard that demons were about to cross paths, he initially didn't want to wade through the muddy waters. In the end, he decided to take a look. After wandering in this mortal world for so long, Zi Feng had gradually become numb.

After passing through one city and then the next, Zi Feng gradually lost consciousness. This kind of walking dead life, Zi Feng had already had enough.

Purple Maple couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly at himself as he thought to himself, "Father left dozens of years ago. I've only been here for a little more than half a year, but I actually …"

As he spoke, Zi Feng closed his eyes and deeply breathed in the air at the end of the Cloud Cliff.

This was a warm-up competition before the great battle between the demons. Perhaps in less than five years, these kids would have another bloody battle. How could the Seven Daos Devil Lord be willing to be so silent?

At this moment, the cultivator in the middle couldn't help but frown. Every time the Devil Lord appeared, this righteous cultivator would let go of his family and discuss how to deal with the calamity that had befallen him during the past thousand years. The black-robed elder said to Daoist Min, "We must suppress their arrogance and prevent them from acting rashly."

After he finished speaking, the group of people behind him nodded their heads, indicating that they would follow the elder's words.

The gray-robed elder at the side said, "I believe that the so-called Devil Sect's genius, Qi Daozi, is about to appear on stage. It is said that his cultivation has already reached the peak of the void, and he has even stepped into the Ruoming Realm."

The grey-robed elder paused for a moment before continuing, "I'm afraid that no one in this youth can match up to this level of cultivation." As the old man said this, he actually gave an interesting praise. After all, this kind of talent that was rarely seen in a thousand years was incredibly admirable, whether it was in the demonic path or the righteous path.

When everyone heard the gray-robed elder's words, their expressions became serious. The azure-robed elder said, "Don't be discouraged. Our side isn't that bad either. Look at that disciple of the white-robed elder, Ziyan. He's already at the Void Interpretation stage." When everyone heard the green-robed elder's words, their complexions finally improved.

At this time, the Horned Manor Lord stood out and said, "Right now, the Devil Sect is using seven trump cards, but the final disciples of us four experts also do not live up to our reputations. We truly do not know what will happen if we all end up together, so as long as we take every step, we do not need to worry too much.

Just as his voice fell, a voice rang out, loudly shouting, "What the Horned Manor Lord said is extremely true. Since ancient times, evil has never been righteous, so we will definitely be able to safely resolve this thousand year calamity."

This made the Horned Manor Lord very happy. Three years ago, he had been showing off his power and now, he was once again the spiritual leader of a new generation. How could he not be happy in his heart?

Thinking of this, the violet-haired youth's figure couldn't help but appear in the Horned Manor Lord's mind. He suddenly had a feeling that he was about to be killed, but when he thought about how that brat was now like a cripple, he felt relieved.

Just as everyone was in a state of confusion, an incongruous voice sounded out, "He actually took out the seven Demon Lords to be so young, and his achievements are only in the open. Why don't we assassinate him and end him once and for all? When the time came for them to lose their leader, wouldn't the thousand-year calamity break down by itself? "

When everyone heard this voice, they couldn't help but frown. Assassination? How could that be done by a righteous person? Everyone couldn't help but look at the source of the voice with disdain.

At this moment, the green-robed elder spoke out. "The Seven Great Fiends hold an extremely important position in the Devil Sect. Those thousand-year old fiends probably won't be able to leave that place by even a single inch! Many years ago, I fought against a hermit expert from the Devil Sect. Even though I lost, I am not too willing to win. "

They hadn't thought that there would be such a reclusive expert within the sect that could cultivate for a thousand years. In the unparalleled battle a thousand years ago, just how many heroes had fallen? The only ones that could leave their names were the Six Daos Demon Lord and the white-bearded recluse!

Everyone was whispering to each other, discussing the battle that would happen in a thousand years and it would affect everyone's hearts. At this time, the old man in black stood out and said, "According to my speculation, there are only a few experts in the Devil Sect. This test is an exchange between the younger generation. Those old fellows will not help, and similarly, we will not help either. It will be up to you young people to do so. "

At the end, there was a sense of vicissitudes. Everyone was stifled by this voice and their expressions became serious. The green-robed elder stood out and said, "After recuperating for a thousand years, this devil sect has most likely recovered its strength. In recent years, it has become a bit restless."

Saying this, the green-robed elder let out a long sigh and continued, "A thousand years ago, if not for that hermit expert turning the tide, my family would probably have been annihilated."

Speaking of this, the old man's eyes were filled with memories. He had cultivated for 500 years, and his master had told him many legends about that legendary expert. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions. He had been searching for the peak of cultivation for the past 500 years, and it could be said that he had made some progress, but he still couldn't match the strength of the demonic sect. The green-robed elder could not help but shake his head helplessly.

When the other three old men heard this, their faces couldn't help but grow dark. Their master had spent more than a thousand years in that calamity, and only now did they understand why his master had been so hard on them.

Now that he had to bear the pressure, he finally understood why the responsibility was so heavy.

The white robed old man collected his emotions and said, "Let's disperse, everyone! We'll meet at the Cang Lang Mountain next to the North Sea in half a month's time to welcome this new round of battle. "

This peaceful world had already caused their bodies to rust a little, life and death battles between people of the same level were very rare, but now that the battle between the right evil and the wrong was about to begin, a group of ignorant children were filled with anticipation, while the four elders were filled with worry.

Zi Feng, who was at the edge of the clouds, took in a deep breath of fresh air. His originally turbid body immediately became refreshed. Even the circulation speed of the force also increased by a lot.

Half a year ago, his cultivation which had been abandoned for three years had actually broken through the limits of the Nascent Soul in just a few days, and entered the Void Interpretation realm in one fell swoop. This made Zi Feng puzzled. In the past three years, he had never cultivated, so how could there be such a result?

Otherwise, he would have died a long time ago. Just because of this nourishment, the energy had already merged into his skin, so how could his speed not be fast when he started to cultivate again? Zi Feng could not help but sigh in relief as he looked at the village in front of him.

Smoke curled up as it rose. Memories from many years ago flooded his mind. At that time, he was covered in wounds and had been recuperating in the fishing village for half a year.

He had left behind many memories in that little fishing village. That little girl who was as pure as snow, that simple and honest Blackie, and that pure and innocent village man.

During that time, the sun rose and the sun set. Zi Feng was very nostalgic, because it lacked the bustle of cities and the worry of battles.

In this past half a year, Zi Feng had been patrolling the organization that had tried to assassinate him. He firmly believed that it was in the secular world. Otherwise, without the concealment of this stream of people, it would definitely be known by other cultivators. Zi guessed that this mysterious organization must be hiding in the secular world and must only be in contact with other cultivators through some special method, so he had asked the Valley Master about the insignia in Blossom Valley but to no avail.

However, in the past half year, Zi Feng had also passed through many cities, yet he hadn't found any cultivators. This made Zi Feng somewhat suspicious and speculated about it.

But in the blink of an eye, he remembered the city he had passed by, the mysterious wandering old man, why didn't he allow himself to stay in that small town. Thinking of that, Zi Feng couldn't help but guess, but in the end, he helplessly shook his head and said to himself, "It seems like I should find a time to go there."

As he said this, he couldn't help but turn towards the southwest, forgetting about it. He only saw a flash of light and didn't pay too much attention to Zi Feng as he continued flying forward.

Thinking back to that small town, the place where he had once sought senior's guidance, Zi Feng couldn't help but recall that mysterious girl and the Alchemy Forging Book. Thinking of this, Zi Feng couldn't help but touch his chest.

Not long later, Zi Feng approached the village. The Netherworld and Whitey wailed, causing Zi Feng to be puzzled.

The Netherworld's claw pointed downwards, and Zi Feng turned his gaze away. Seeing the scene below, Zi Feng's expression couldn't help but change. In the blink of an eye, he descended. The two rows of villages looked as if they had found a great calamity. There were obvious scars on the houses and the roads were filled with scattered grass. Zi Feng pushed open the door to the room, and instantly, the smell of blood filled the room.

Zi Feng couldn't help but cover his nose as he forced himself to vomit before walking in. The room was in a mess as he walked in. He was shocked to find three bloody corpses lying on the bed. At this moment, Zi Feng couldn't help but vomit. The Netherworld and Little White looked at the corpses in a very normal manner.

After a while, Zi Feng had gotten used to this place. Looking at your bloodied corpse, he couldn't figure out how they died, but why did their bodies look like blood?

After a long time, Zi Feng could only helplessly walk out of the room. After a long while, Zi Feng finally finished inspecting the entire village and discovered that everyone died the same way. This made Zi Feng frown. What kind of person was so cruel? Thinking of this, Zi Feng could not help but shake his head and look into the distance.

White smoke was still rising from the chimney of the thatched cottage in front of him. Zi Feng suddenly thought of something and hastily summoned the ancient sword. It carried the Netherworld and Xiao Bai to the southwest.

After chasing for about half an incense stick of time, Zi Feng couldn't help but slow down his speed, beginning to doubt his previous guess.

Wasn't that figure the Great Evildoer? The white smoke from the village proved that they were just cooking, but in the blink of an eye … Just now, the light was the only thing around him that seemed suspicious. Could it be that he was wrong? Thinking of this, Zi Feng couldn't help but stop his flying sword and hover in midair.

He quietly looked at the surrounding landscape. He could vaguely make out a few families at the edge of the horizon. This made Zi Feng feel terrified.

At this moment, Zi Feng could not help but become nervous, he was afraid that there would be a similar result as the previous village. Thinking about that cruel scene, Zi Feng's heart twitched, he still remembered that the little girl lying on the ground was covered in blood, but there was a hint of gentleness on the corner of her mouth. All sorts of stabbing scenes appeared in Zi Feng's heart once more.

The Netherworld and Little White on the flying sword also appeared to be prepared, especially Little White. Other than when he was facing the roast duck, he had never seen it this serious. After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the village on the horizon was already in front of his eyes.

Holding onto the flying sword, he carefully walked into the village.