Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

Gather living souls in the long night, turn demons into dead cities!

In the past, there was a strange man in Longhu Mountain. His wife died early. He was inexplicably sad, so he used Taoism to gather living souls, help him transform into demons, and survive in the world.

The two stayed together for a long time and lived together day and night.

This is a taboo, against the human way, against the rules and regulations, and is not tolerated by Taoism.

Later, when the Dongchuang incident was revealed, the Qishi violated the canon and was burned to death by five thunders.

On that day, his wife was furious and turned into a demon.

When the demon became a monster, thousands of miles of red land, Longhu Mountain trembled up and down, and countless masters perished.

This battle has also become an indelible stain on Longhu Mountain.

Even the imperial court issued an imperial edict, strictly prohibiting any form of research on the boundary between transvestites.

Ma Yinglong actually dared to say such a thing in the Yuyao Division, it can be described as daring, and there is no taboo.

"How dare you break the ban!" Wang Qingwan's expression became extremely cold.

You can't even say such things as turning your soul into a demon.

"Captain Wang, don't be nervous. I just recited the "Monster Yusi Work Manual" recently, and I saw it occasionally, so I just said it casually." Ma Yinglong shrugged.

He went straight to the door, and when he passed by Wang Qingwan, he stopped suddenly.

"A person cannot be resurrected after death, so I ask the captain to express his condolences."

While talking, Ma Yinglong walked away.

Wang Qingwan's eyes narrowed, looking at his retreating figure, a look of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

...

The next day, Ping An Town was as usual.

The sun still rises.

The street gradually became lively.

No one would know that last night, there was a monster in the river, and it was the monster-slayer guard who sacrificed his life to block the monster.

Yu Yaosi was shrouded in an atmosphere of grief.

Xu Qian died, nothing about him was leaked out, only a few people knew about it,

Report to Pingjiang City.

Huo Changen also died, and his tragic death made many people feel sorry for him.

But life goes on.

The living cannot be burdened by the dead after all.

"I didn't expect Xu Qian to die. What a surprise. He has just been promoted to the sixth transformation of the refining realm, and he has a great future."

Wang Xiaoyi sighed.

Although he disliked Xu Qian very much on weekdays, after all, it was just a momentary mood. We were all colleagues, and there was no deep hatred. It was a little surprising that he suddenly disappeared.

The most important thing is that from then on, Wang Xiaoyi no longer has anyone to insult behind his back.

His mouth itches!

"The court should have a pension soon!" Zhao Guangming said.

The compensation for the death of the Demon Slayer Guards every year is a huge financial expenditure.

The imperial court is also extremely generous to the demon-slayer guards who died in battle, and the pensions issued are enough to make the relatives of those demon-slayer guards live without worry.

"It seems that there is no one in Huo Changen's family." Wang Xiaoyi said softly.

Zhou Dao was silent.

The risk of killing the demon guards is too great. In comparison, the demon masters are more stable and comfortable.

The days that followed were relatively calm.

Ping'an Town has returned to its former peace, and even the monsters are much less.

The days of the Demon Slayer Guards were much easier and more relaxed, and the days without monsters were extremely pleasant for everyone.

After all, the monthly salary and benefits are distributed as usual, and there is no need to kill demons and demons.

Not working, but still getting money, this kind of thing is what everyone yearns for no matter where it is.

But this made Zhou Dao a little depressed.

Without monsters, what would he sacrifice to the patriarch?

On this day, Zhou Dao came to Yuan Lao's home after the time was gone.

"Get out, get out of here!"

A roar came from inside the house.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people were blasted out.

The leader is a middle-aged man, dressed luxuriously, and looks like he is in charge of a wealthy family.

His face was ugly, and he bumped into Zhou Dao as soon as he was blasted out.

The middle-aged steward's expression was uncertain, he stared at the room fiercely, and immediately said in a deep voice, "Let's go!"

While talking, he took people away.

"Pingjiang Yuanmen!?" Zhou Dao murmured softly as he looked at the backs of the people going away.

He knew that Yuan Lao and Pingjiang Yuan Clan seemed to have some relationship, there would often be people sent over to greet him, last time Yuan Shaobai was the one.

It's just that Yuan Lao didn't seem to like it very much. Zhou Dao didn't know about the entanglement, and he didn't ask about it.

He and Yuan Lao are friends who have forgotten the years, and there is a tacit understanding between them.

Boom boom boom...

Zhou Dao knocked on the door.

"Get out!" Yuan Lao roared.

Zhou Dao pushed the door straight and walked in.

"Old Yuan, you are getting old, and you will die suddenly if you lose your temper all the time." Zhou Dao said with a smile.

"So it's you!" Yuan Lao raised his head, his face softened a lot.

"Why are you here?"

"I brought what you asked for last time." Zhou Dao sat down without further questioning.

When Yuan Lao heard this, his eyes lit up: "Take it out and have a look."

As he spoke, Zhou Dao took out a brocade box from his pocket, and when he opened it, there was a circle of red string inside, which was as thin as hair and glowed brightly.

"Hey, good stuff, this [Fate Silk] can be sold for a good price." Yuan Lao said with a smile.

"This thing is not easy to do!" Zhou Dao curled his lips.

The so-called [Yuansi] is an extremely rare monster treasure.

It is said that this is the hair left by the god in charge of marriage in the mountains. It takes root in the soil and forms a special plant. After picking, it is made.

It is recorded in "The Work Manual of Yuyaosi" that when a woman wears a silk thread, she can see her marriage.

In the past, there was a woman whose emotional journey was bumpy and bumpy. Every time she devoted herself to everything, she died without a problem.

One day, she found a witch in the mountains.

The sorceress said that fate is determined by nature and cannot be forced. There are good fates and bad fates.

Saying so, the sorceress took out a red silk thread, tied it around her wrist, and told the woman that if fate appeared, she would be able to see it.

Later, during the festival of lanterns in the city, the woman was boating on the lake, and accidentally caught a glimpse of a scholar passing by the shore, and a red thread exactly the same as his faintly appeared on his wrist, which only she could see.

However, the scholar was in a hurry, and the two missed it.

The woman was sad, who would have thought that the two would meet again on the street seven days later.

It is so wonderful to meet and know each other by fate.

From meeting, to getting to know each other, and finally agreeing to each other...

The woman knows that this is her fate.

Two years later, when they were discussing marriage, the scholar left without saying goodbye.

The woman went crazy to look for the scholar, only to find out that the scholar's family had arranged a marriage for him, and he could not disobey his parents, so he could only choose to leave.

At that time, the red thread on the scholar's wrist had already dissipated.

The so-called good relationship can also be divided into deep and shallow. The shallow relationship has nothing to do with it. You can only pass by in a hurry, leaving a heart-wrenching memory.

Even knowing this truth, there are still many infatuated women wishing to ask for a [Fate Thread] to see who is their destiny.

"Fate is like a flower in water, a moon in a well, no trace in the void, impermanent gathering and parting..." Zhou Dao murmured softly.

"I really don't know why there are so many people going forward."

Yuan Lao glanced at him, grinned and said, "Only in this way, can we be called a world of mortals!"