Introduction:

Demons have no good deeds, and the sect cannot save them.

A heaven-swallowing demon technique that leads to endless killings and calamities.

The only way to cultivate in the world: the Great Dream Heart Sutra.

Patrol the sky for seven nights and rule over all realms!

Gentlemen, please go and have a look!

Chapter 1 The Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique

Morning, October 7, 518, Qin Dynasty.

Huozhou, Baihe County, Pingyang County.

Liang Mansion, living room.

Sitting here was a young man with delicate features, but his face was pale and his eyes were bloodshot.

In his hand, he held a page of paper.

When I first started watching, my whole body was shaking, my hands were trembling, and my whole body was filled with murderous aura. However, later on, my breath gradually became colder and there was no longer any trembling.

The information recorded on paper is relatively simple, as follows:

On September 27, Black Wind Mountain collapsed, and the ruins of Master Tun Yuan appeared. Jun Mei, a disciple of the Yuehua Sect, and other nine people received a parchment, recording the inheritance of Master Tun Yuan, and were hunted down. Notes:

Master Tun Yuan once dominated the world with his Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Skill and was invincible.

In the early morning of September 30, Jun and Mei fled to Pingyang County and entered Jun's house to seek shelter. Note: During the escape, six people were killed.

That night, the Jun family was destroyed and burned in a fire.

In the early morning of October 1st, the Patrol Guards intervened. Conclusion: The first wave of people who broke into the Jun family were disciples of the Shen Dao Sect; the second wave were people dressed in black and masked and suspected of being from the Demon Sect; the third wave was people from the Yuehua Sect came to rescue them.

;The fourth wave of bald heads is suspected to be a disciple of Jinguang Temple.

It is suspected that other forces are involved and is still under investigation!

On the morning of October 1st, the leader of the Yuehua Sect took Junmei to check into the Yunlai Inn. They did not dare to leave the city and were trapped inside. Note: The other two were missing and suspected of being killed.

On that day, the city was under martial law and the patrolmen conducted strict inspections.

On the night of October 5th, Ye Chong, the eldest son of the Jun family who had been saved from disaster, was killed in Anmin Lane. Note: One finger penetrated the heart, suspected to be a Vajra finger.

Note: The inherited sheepskin scroll is in the possession of the Yuehua Sect and has not been lost.

After seeing it, the young man closed his eyes.

When he opened it again, he was as calm as a wave, but the bloodshot eyes did not decrease.

His name is Jun Qiye.

Now the only male in the Jun family.

He set the page on fire and turned it into dust in the fire.

When I walked out of the door, the air was cool, but I couldn't suppress the violence in my heart.

The sun is already high in the east, and its light is shining down on the world.

A young man walked next to him. His long hair was tied back. He was gentle and elegant, giving people a gentle feeling. He said in a low voice: "Qiye, my condolences!"

"Brother Liang!" Jun Qiye pursed his lips, "Thank you!"

"Be polite to me and you'll be out of business!" Liang Cheng said.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked over from the other side, with a majestic face and a deep voice: "My condolences!"

"Uncle!" Jun Qiye's eyes were a little red.

"You have to cheer up! You know the rules of the Patrol Guard. If you have reached the level of cultivation and good character, you can inherit your father's legacy. I will handle it for you today. With this level of status, you will at least have a level of protection in the city."

Liang Yin said seriously, "After all the participants are captured, I will let you hold the knife!"

"Thank you uncle!" Jun Qiye bowed.

Liang Yin nodded and glanced at his son: "You have been with Xiao Qi these two days. If anything unexpected happens, please notify me immediately!"

"Father, don't worry!" Liang Cheng responded.

Liang Yin was busy with official duties and left soon.

Jun Qiye didn't stay in the Liang family for long. He put his long sword on his back, left the Liang family, and went home to have a look.

Liang Cheng accompanied him.

There was a chilly atmosphere on the street, and there were far fewer pedestrians than before.

Jun Qiye bought some sacrifices and slowly walked towards the house.

He walked very slowly and his feet were heavy.

The walls of the courtyard are mottled. Although they have been repaired, you can still see many marks left by swords and smoky wounds.

The majestic door seems to have experienced thousands of years of wind and rain. The stone lions on both sides of the door, which weigh more than a thousand kilograms, have also left many marks and are stained with blood.

Pushing the door open, there are no houses, only a huge tomb.

Centaur!

Jun Qiye trembled and tears fell silently.

Looking at the names on the tombstone, he knelt down.

Lighting incense candles is valuable, he said nothing.

Next to it, there is a small tomb, where the eldest cousin Ye Chong is buried.

Liang Cheng from behind sighed.

He knew how miserable the Jun family was.

Just look at the Centenary and you will know a thing or two.

It's not that they don't want to be buried separately, it's that they can no longer tell the difference.

Jun Qiye cried silently as scenes from the past emerged in his mind.

In Pingyang County, the Jun family is considered a large family, with a lot of business, and only has more than a dozen servants.

My grandfather is still alive, and he has three brothers from his father's side and seven or eight cousins.

His father was also a patrolman with a high status.

For the sake of family development, cousin Junmei was sent to the Yuehua Sect early.

Cousin Ye Chong works in the county government.

As for himself?

In the city, he is recognized as a martial arts genius. No one in the younger generation can compare with him. Even in the county, there are only a few who can compete with him.

In late September, he was invited to Fucheng to attend a gathering of the younger generation of martial arts geniuses. He was invincible with his sword and high-spirited.

When he heard the bad news, Jun Qiye almost fainted.

He returned last night and rushed home. He only saw a centenary and the grave of his cousin. He cried out in grief and fainted. He was taken back to the Liang family by Liang Cheng, who had been accompanying him all the time.

"My Jun family has always been kind to others. Even if there is friction, we will never kill them all."

"Grandpa often said, leave a thin line in life so that we can meet each other easily in the future!"

"Being kind to others means being kind to yourself!"

"But who?"

"You actually slaughtered my Jun family!"

"There are old men in their 70s and 80s above, and young children below!"

"Why am I not at home!"

"I hate it so much!"

"I hate it so much!"

Jun Qiye's voice was whimpering, like the wail of an evil ghost.

Paper money burns and flames rise into the sky.

The flying fire is the resentment of the deceased.

Jun Qiye gradually became calm.

He opened his eyes and looked at the names on the tombstone.

I felt sad in my heart and sobbed softly.

Looking at the huge grave mound again, he looked hesitant, frightened, trembling, and obsessed with exploring.

Jun Qiye closed his eyes again.
To be continued...