Chapter 9 Nightmare

The sky was illuminated by the sunset, but it was dyed red. The red glow seemed to reflect the evil of the ground.

A group of people have approached the village, crawling in the woods, waiting for the night to come, learning from the village. There are hundreds of people in the village. They have always worked hard to cultivate their lives. They have never had hatred with outsiders, and there are few contradictions inside. This is a harmonious village, but whether the war is harmonious or not, the monarch cares about it. It's just to make people in more places submit to their feet.

The night comes slowly, and the chickens and dogs in the village keep barking. Animals have always been natural and can predict danger, but people can't see through it. They still live their lives happily, but they don't know what is hidden around them.

"Daddy, are there any immortals in this world?"

In the warm room, the lights lit up slowly, and the child sitting on the kang asked his father. The mother next to the stove in the distance couldn't help looking back at the child's side, smiled and continued to make buns.

"Yes, I heard that there are three immortals living on the mainland of China. They are Piaomiao Mountain, Sheli Mountain and Falling Star Valley. There are immortals living in them, defending the peace of the world and defending the way for us." The father said and touched the child's head.

"They are all good people. In the future, when I go to their place, I will also defend peace and kill the bad people in the world." The child said.

The father knocked on the child's head and said, "Peace is not achieved by killing. The bad people in the world are not bad, but the bad thing is the world. Do you think there will be eternal peace in such a sinful world?"

The child is lost in thought.

The father laughed and said, "So, the peace of the world is so great that we can't control it. We just need to live a good life."

"Dad, I saw in books that the war has scattered many families and innocent people have been killed. That's terrible. Is there really no way to make the world peaceful?" The child asked.

"Don't care so much. As long as we have food to eat and have a room to sleep in, won't we be happy?" The father said, helping the child cover the quilt. At the moment when the father helped the child cover the quilt, he suddenly heard a sound outside the door, and from time to time he heard people's screams. The firelight slowly spread, dancing wildly outside the house, surrounded by evil breath.

"What's wrong with the pub?" The mother looked at her father with a very surprised look and asked.

"Don't panic, hide from Jianer. I'll go and have a look." The father said and walked slowly towards the door. He only looked at the door and a group of figures moved quickly. His father immediately felt something was wrong and was about to retreat, but it was too late. He kicked the door open with one foot. A group of people with knives and armor rushed in. They were red on their heads and bodies. Wearing silver armor, the knife in his hand is dripping fresh blood.

This is a group of soldiers, and the village has fallen under the attack of this group of soldiers.

"Masters, gentlemen, gentlemen, do well. Let us go and be a horse for you in the next life..." Before his father finished speaking, the leading soldier kicked his father away and shouted, "Get out of here!"

Father spit out a mouthful of blood in the distance, continued to crawl at the foot of the leading soldier, grabbed the soldier's leg, and begged, "Good people will be rewarded, okay." As soon as his father finished saying this, the leading soldier was already angry. He looked at his father's head with a knife. Suddenly, blood shot out of his neck and sprayed a few meters around him. His father's head rolled to the door and there was no more movement.

"It's fucking noisy." The leading soldier said angrily.

Seeing that her husband had been cut down, the trembling mother by the bed also summoned up courage and rushed to the group of soldiers with the idea of commenting.

Seeing a woman rushing over, the group of soldiers were happy and surrounded their mother in the middle. Looking at the mother's expression, the soldiers laughed from time to time. Just as the soldiers laughed, they suddenly shouted out of the soldiers. A soldier fell down and shouted with his legs on the ground. Come on.

The soldiers immediately turned their attention to the injured soldier, only looking at a little boy next to the soldier. The little boy held a dagger in his hand and blood was dripping from the dagger. Only then did they understand that the fallen soldier was cut by the little boy.

"Well, you boy, you actually let the chopping army master, I will abolish you today!" The fallen soldier stood up lamely, pulled out a big knife and looked at the boy. Just as the soldier's knife was about to reach the top of the little boy's head, a body blocked it. The mother blocked the blade, and blood left from her back and dyed the ground red.

"Fang Jian, you have to live well!" This is the last thing the mother said to the boy.

"Kill, kill, kill!!!" Shang Fangjian woke up from the nightmare, and the tragedy of his childhood once again appeared in Shang Fangjian's dream. Shang Fangjian, who woke up from the nightmare, held the evil king tightly in his hand. The blue veins in his hand were bulging. Shang Fangjian's eyes became bright red, and there was an evil spirit in his eyes.

"Is your brother there? The inorganic leader asked you to go to the Sword Pavilion and said that he had something to explain. There was a sound outside the door, and Shang Fangjian came to his senses. After taking a breath, he responded, "Okay, okay, I'll go right away."

After saying that, Shang Fangjian sat in ** and took a few breaths and cheered up. When he was about to get out of bed, Shang Fangjian suddenly found that the pattern on the handle of the Great Evil King's sword in his hand was twisting, like a circle of living vines.

"Is it exactly as the information says?" Shang Fangjian said to himself.

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"Brother, are you back? I haven't seen you for a long time. I heard that I went out to investigate the matter of Six Dasenro? Have you investigated anything?

The speaker is tall, strong, rough-looking, carrying two nine-ring knives on his back, wearing red short sleeves, black trousers, and a fierce face. This is Tang Man, the second among the seven disciples of the critical peak.

"I have investigated six of the seven fierce places in China and have not found any traces of the magic religion. It seems that the previously rumored magic religion has traces of activity, and ten * are misinformation."

The speaker, Yushu, is in the wind, tall, beautiful, handsome, a little more fierce and steady. There is a sense of fortitude in his eyebrows, and there is a long sword on his back. Although the long sword is in the scabbard, it has an awe-inspiring spirit, which makes people feel that a blade is pointing at their eyebrows. With the same heart, this person is the eldest disciple of Critical Peak - Yang Lingfeng,