The Western Ji Qizhou, the hill of the wasteland.-

The withered trees are sparse, standing weakly on the yellow soil.

Little insects crawled in and out of the hollows of the tree, as if they wanted to find some nutrients to survive. Unfortunately, the dead tree itself is not long, so how can it squeeze out a little fresh juice?

A turtle dove rattled, living in the fallen tree trunk in the distance, sometimes thrust into the rocks beside the road, near the sunken holes, and its long beaks pecked in, trying to find even half a drop of mud and sewage, even a nest of ants.

But it was destined to be just in vain.

This is a barren land, the dim soil has not yet been deserted, and it is not far away. Rugged rocks and dogs intertwined, building up strange scenery, looking like the ribs of a giant beast beforehand.

Between those special jagged pillars, the bones were laid into carpets. Large animals had already left the clan. Those who were left were either dead and became meals for birds and animals; or they were also nesting in their nests and struggling to death. Perhaps, in a short time, even the insects and ants and crows would not be able to survive. This place would become another vast desert.

"Mr. Xiao, what does your Yin Shen Sect mean? Could it be that I, Huangqu, offended the noble sect? Just Mr. Xiao, just draw a path, and Huang will follow it. Such a sneak attack is really not a gentleman."

The rumbling sound came from a distance. The speaker was full of energy and was incompatible with the sluggish atmosphere of this wilderness. As soon as he finished speaking, a rustic yellow dragon appeared in the distance!

Rumble!

How could a person run alone cause such a big momentum? But that's the truth. A short and short man with a five-sized figure and almost squeezed into his shoulders, galloping all the way through the yellow dust.

His body movement was not very light, but his two short legs were extremely frequent. Even this short man took every step and caused the ground ten feet of his body to shake violently, as if there was a violent dinosaur hidden in the not-tall body!

The short man ran very fast, and the distance was only a blink of an eye. His appearance was covered by yellow dust and could not be seen clearly. He could only tell the short but quite strong figure.

call out!

A green flying sword came first and broke through the air.

This short man with outstanding physical strength seemed to be quite concerned about the flying sword.

He stopped shouting, and his already extremely fast speed increased a little more.

But no matter how fast a person is, how can he be faster than a sword?

"Hehehe! Huangqu, don't blame me, who made you a reincarnation person! Among you reincarnation people, I don't know which idiot has violated the anger of the public. The two parties of the world's Taoist demons have reached an agreement to kill the reincarnation person with all their might! Hehehe! Huangqu, go with peace of mind. If it weren't for the coincidence, your tendon would not be sold for a few prices!"

The sound came directly from the flying sword, which was just a small means for the cultivator.

Huang Qu ignored it and secretly cursed the pursuer and the person mentioned in the other party's words.

Just as the flying sword was full of energy and seemed to launch a storm-like attack, Huangqu accelerated again, and the alertness of spiritual consciousness to the back was instantly increased to the extreme!

But how could he see that a small black flying needle suddenly emerged from the loess and happened to appear in front of him, one step away!

"Bang"!

With one foot falling, black blood shot out, and the flying needle penetrated the footboard that could even be broken by steel!

"Ah!!! Xiao Murong! You are so despicable!"

"Hahahahahaha!!! Death! Ghost Dragon Kill!!!"

A light of a splashing sword suddenly rose, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a hideous green ghost dragon, spreading its teeth and claws, flooding the staggering yellow canal...

............

Reincarnation people are difficult to distinguish from their local residents based on their appearance, words and deeds. Those things can be deliberately disguised.

The same is flesh and blood, and the soul.

Unless some powerful people who have come into contact with the essence of the world and see through the cause and effect at a glance, they can naturally easily distinguish the origin of the reincarnation person. If ordinary people are determined to be the identity of the reincarnation person, they are just exposed intentionally or unintentionally by the latter.

The identity of the reincarnation person is a secret, this is the rule of the main god, and it is also a common sense. Exclusion is the case where all civilizations appear, and blind worship is rare. But if it is in a place where even the main god cannot control, if the identity of the reincarnation person can bring huge benefits to oneself, then how many people can remain vigilant?

The space of reincarnation is a magical place. Even if the paths that can be redeemed by points are limited, there are always some that are in short supply to the eighth-highest plane.

If the Lord God is omniscient and omnipotent, of course no one dares to do any small moves.

But the assumption does not hold.

One day, when someone happened to discover the "loophole" in the main god space, this secret will never be exclusive.

Everyone can do such things. Once you have reborn, you will be familiar with it. In fact, those reincarnation organizations that have existed for many years have long established one trading network after another with some "natives" and "plot characters" in the eighth-high plane.

Both sides are profitable, so the others become secondary.

But because of this, that night, the dark night in the Western Jizhou was still coming. The blood of many innocent reincarnation people began to drift in confusion.

............

Ding ding dong dong, three days to surround the beam.

The flowing water hits the stones, the clear spring rains and listens to the poem. A song of beauty is chaotic, and when you wake up after getting drunk!

The wonderful sound of the piano is still echoing in my ears, and the fragrance of the mellow wine penetrates into my heart. If the wine is not drunk, everyone will be drunk. If there is no way to assist each other, no matter how good the wine is, how can I drink it?

Jian Xixin closed his eyes. He didn't know what he heard, or, in fact, he didn't hear anything. He seemed to have seen that many years ago, dancing alone alone at the top of the world's tallest cliff.

There is someone who always wears white clothes and likes to drink by himself.

There is a man standing at the top of the world. He holds a wine glass, and the cup is a spring of dreams like an emerald. He holds a beautiful woman, and his arms are the gentle beauty of the world. He wears a long sword, and his waist is a cold peerless magic sword.

But why, Jian Xixin always feels that he is very lonely?

Jian Xixin didn't know why he thought of such a person. He always thought of the noble gods. It was an absolute indifference, looking down on all living beings like ants, making him willing to crawl and bow to him. He always thought that indifference was the goal of chasing for life, the most perfect peak realm!

Then, how could another white figure, a person who is not clear, hide in such a deep place...

"good!"

Jian Huaxin suddenly opened his eyes. The cup fell, and the wine was gone, and the song ended and the person did not disperse.

With a creak, the door of the house was pushed open again.

The originally solid wooden door was probably because the royal guards came just now, which caused cracks to appear on the axis star and became like old things.

A smiling young man and a plump girl holding a jade zither are like a jade girl and golden boy descending to earth. Even the moonlight behind him is relatively bleak.

Seeing such an outstanding pair of people, Jian Xixin couldn't help but feel his eyes lit up.

"sit!"

Jian Huixin said this to the woman, because the other party's piano skills resonated with him. As for the man, although he was also a phoenix among the people, Jian Huixin had a faint expression.

The man did not care. As the most prominent and failed prince, his ability was long been trained as vast as the sea. Otherwise, he would have been pissed to death by someone a few years ago.

The man was still the first, the woman smiled and accompanied him, and the two sat down one by one on the side of Jian Huaxin. A square table was full of guests on three sides.

The woman placed the Yaoqin horizontally on the table, as if she didn't care about the little blood stains, which made the body of the piano turbid.

Bang!

With a light sound, the door of the house was closed, but it was a dedicated turtle slave. Just now, he was also him, silently covering the wooden door that was pushed open by someone while the pleasant sound of the piano was swirling, blocking the cold wind at night.

The night on Huaihe Long Street is lively. But tonight's long street is only half prosperous. At the entrance of the small half, it has fallen into silence. Except for the only brothel, there are lights on, the others are closed.

Even Jian Xixin was moved by the sound of the piano, and the Turtle slave had no response, and he was still leisurely doing chores. Jian Xixin was not surprised, because in his spiritual consciousness, the madam kept writing meaningless books. The chaotic and upside-down words were like someone pretending to be calm, which made him feel funny.

This song was played for him alone.

"Young Master, have you ever been to Jingji before?"

The woman spoke, and her cheeks were as plump as a baby, pink and cute as she looked. Just like her figure, unlike her usual thin and slender beauty, it was a kind of plumpness of a young woman, but it was full of the youthful atmosphere of a girl, which was pity for people.

Jian Huaxin poured himself, looked at the seven-stringed guqin on the table, shook his head, and did not drink it.

"yes."

The faint answer was like his faint gaze, looking faintly at the madam who pretended to be calm in the distance.

The madam frowned, and she knew that Jian Xixin was looking at her. The madam was not old, at least the traces of time had never left a fish tail on the corner of her eyes. If she had removed the makeup, she would have been a long life. The reason why she called her madam was only a professional need. For example, those girls who all called her "mother", but they might not be the mother who gave birth to her.

Of course, Jian Xixin would not deliberately pay attention to such a person. Perhaps the other party is already a top-notch powerful person in the martial arts world, a hidden super master. The earth immortal still cannot get into his eyes. This is like, when a man and a woman enter the house, Jian Xixin's most common view is not a human, but a piano. The sound of a piano that evokes memories is not a love man after all.

Jian Huaxin's gaze was indifferent and sharp, just like a bow and arrow that was about to be fired. The strings were full, and the sharpness was everywhere, but the coldness was condensed.

Following the direction of the cold star, in the distance, outside the brothel, and on the other side of the Huai River, there were dozens of miles away. Seven or eight old men in black robe, all of whom were full of ghost spirits, looked at this room together!

Their eyes were cold and full of solemnity!

The war was ignited invisibly.

The woman felt thoughtful when she noticed that Jian Xixin was "distracted". Just now, he glanced inadvertently, which aroused her imagination. Her slender fingers were placed on the face of the piano, as if she was about to move.

The first note had not yet sounded, but the strings were pressed by another powerful hand.

The woman was a little surprised and looked up at Jian Xixin. Jian Xixin's sharp gaze gradually changed a little...

Eight old men, carrying Ye Hui, slowly flew towards the Huai River with their death breath.

They didn't seem anxious when they got together. A few of them were discussing what they were talking about. Jian Huaxin's mind would certainly not change because of a few demon monks, even if they formed a golden elixir. He saw that, farther away, a man in white suddenly appeared in front of an ordinary inn, and then for no reason, turned his head to him and smiled.

It was a little sudden, Jian Huaxin seemed to have returned to that era, the most chaotic era in the world...

"Young Master?"

The woman's soft voice interrupted Jian Xixin's memories. Shui Lingling's eyes seemed to be filled with a layer of mist, blurred and moving. The puzzled and confused eyes were enough to make any man crazy.

Her male companion never said a word, sitting upright, as if she had become a supporting role.

Jian Huaxin looked sideways, staring at the woman's charming foggy eyes, his eyes never fluctuated, like a stone sculpture.

The woman's heart trembled and instinctively felt the chill that penetrated her bones. It was not Jian Huaxin's murderous intent, but the empty eyes, which were too horrifying.
To be continued...