Chapter 1:

On the day of my death, it was the time when the ancient magical weapon was reappeared in the world.
There have been legends on the rivers and lakes. If you say that you are a sword, you can win the devil's supremacy and win the devil's seat.
I have been the devil for this life, and I have gotten the achievements. I am looking forward to winning the name of the demon. From then on, I will split the demon world of the millennium, and the power will be poured into the world, and I will not be obedient!
Therefore, at the time when Wan Jianjian was about to be born, I led my disciples of Wan Haomen to the millennium swords. In that side, there were already people in the magic road killing each other. I was too lazy to take a look and let my juniors help me break. I am only in the sword.
Looking back now, I made two mistakes at that time. One was that I didn’t notice the scent of the chaos under the chaos, and the other was that I didn’t follow me behind me. The clown in the sword is eight.
The clown has a name, or I gave it to him - Mo Qing.
Because when I first met him, it was when he was bruised and blue. There are also ink-like scars on his face, one by one, resembling a mysterious spell. It made him a ugly face.
Can be repaired, never afraid of these.
At that time, he was holding his cold-blooded mother in his arms, standing in front of the home of the top ten Xiuxian family, who called him the son of the devil.
I don't think so.
The demon king recognized by us is dead for thousands of years. After the death of the old demon, the whole magic road is divided, the warlords are entrenched, and there is no orthodoxy. These righteous, catching a man with a dozen people, said that people are devils, according to their reasons, there are thousands of devils in this world.
And the most overdone is!
If they counted according to their rules, even if there were thousands of devils, they would not be able to get me, because I didn't have the people at hand.
I am not convinced, so I plan to teach them lessons and let them know that even if there are no one under the command, it can be very powerful.
So I was in front of Mo Qing, taunting their hundreds of people to bully the orphans and widows, and then they only fought with their top ten families.
Later generations passed the battle to make the dark rivers and lakes dry up. Although they are not so exaggerated, it is indeed a battle between my name and the magic.
I was rescued by the blood of Mo Qing, and since then, everyone knows that there is a devil in the dusty mountain that can single out the top ten families. The people who trust me are in constant stream.
I built Wanhaomen and collected thousands of disciples. In the battle of the blues saved in the battle, I was busy with the affairs, did not take care of him, he pointed him to a master, his master said that he did not have the talent to repair the devil, so he sent him to the mountain gate Watch the door.
Then, I rarely heard his news until I re-installed him in my eyes before I died. At that time, he was a young man, and the ugly black lines on the face were still ugly.
In that day, the Xianjiamen did not know how early it was to lay down the killings. In order to take the pots out of the famous devils, they did not expect that my strength would be so powerful. My disciples blocked all the people in the magic, but I was alone and entered the sword.
Before the birth of Wan Jianjian, I was concentrating on suppressing the suffocating swordsmanship, suffocation, and resentment that was precipitated by the sacrifice of a living man thousands of years ago. Those who have been lurking for a long time in Xianmen suddenly started to work.
I didn't put these people in my eyes, but I didn't expect the breath in the sword to be so powerful.
I shattered the killing of Xianmen, but did not prevent the murderousness in the sword. I was stabbed by the scorpion, and the final strength finally suppressed the breath in the sword and hid in the corner. Just waiting for the Wanjian sword to be born, I took the opportunity to win it, and I will be in the world.
However, the children of Xianmen who had been shattered and killed did not leave. They searched for me in the sword. At this moment, I was unable to fight with them. The wound that was cut by the sword and smothered on my neck was deeply visible. I almost cut my neck and made it difficult for me to speak.
I was careful in the cracks in the stone. Suddenly, I felt a hot neck. I was tight. When I was in trouble, I was caught in the mouth. I looked up and saw the black mark. The face is actually dark blue.
He saw that I recognized him. When I let go of me, I only licked my neck and helped me stop the bleeding. I looked at him and saw his eyes concealed and turned his eyes:
"Ink." I called his name, hoarse voice, "Do you like me?"
Yes, my question is suddenly asked, but the concern in his eyes is not revealed by ordinary people. When I think about it, I think of such a possibility.
Sure enough, after I asked him this question, he glanced at me and was silent like a dumb, but the hand on his side silently grasped for a moment. I smiled and my eyes turned on his face full of black marks. A magical man with no talent, quietly followed me into the sword, must be to help me at a critical moment, let me remember him, because in addition to this method, he is no longer likely to appear in my eyes.
I looked at him, and kindly smiled: "Mo Qing, since you like me, I don't want to let me die here, right?"
He looked at me silently, then squinted and stared at the small silver mirror hanging around my neck. The mirror is full of his black marks. I don't know what he is thinking. I thought he wanted a reward, so I decided to take the silver mirror down: "This silver mirror will give you a token, today you If you can guarantee that I will leave safely from here, he will keep you proud of the whole world."
I have forgotten this little silver mirror. I don't know what it is. I usually think that it is always with good looks, so I don't feel soft when I give it.
But Mo Qing stopped my hand silently: "You don't have to give me anything." Unlike the seemingly terrible face, his voice was surprisingly good. "You keep it," he said. "Let's keep it."
I can change someone else to sell my life without anything. I am naturally happy, so I put down the small silver mirror and looked at him. I tried to smile gently. "You help me to lead those disciples, right? it is good?"
He suddenly raised his hand and gently touched my cheek, and my fingertips stopped on the dimples of my cheek. I have to rely on him to save my life now, of course, I have no temper, just how he feels.
"The doorkeeper." He called me like this, and it was no different from other disciples to call me, but because his fingertips stayed on my face at the moment, the difference was different from other disciples. "I can Put everything down for you, as long as you are well."
Well, this time the table is loyal, really a talking disciple.
But what he said was nothing to me. I see this kind of thing much. Many people say that I can let go of everything for you, not because of how great he is, but because he has nothing at all.
I thought about it in my heart, but I felt that the ink-green fingers in front of me were slightly stiff. At this moment, I thought he seemed to see through my thoughts. I was a little panicked, but after a while, Mo Qing took the sword out.
Not looking at his face, I only feel that this young man’s back is so straightforward that people can’t open their eyes.
At that time, I thought that I would be saved. When Mo Qing led them away, I took Wan Wan’s sword and sneaked away. I went to the uninhabited place to cultivate a good wound, and then returned to Wanshaomen to dominate the world. At that time, if Mo Qing is alive, I will cover him. If he is dead... then I will give him a good-looking monument.
I thought very well, but when I hid in the gap and secretly took my eyes to the outside, I saw that the boy, Mo Qing, actually fought with the people of Xianmen and retreated in the direction of Jian.
Among the swords, the murderousness has been suppressed by me. In the middle, there is a little light that is about to break through.
It is a Wan Jian sword!
I was anxious in my heart. I saw that the black-green that was not high was repaired by the people in Xianmen. He stood on top of the sword, and the blood flowed into the sword and immersed in the light.
At the right time, someone in Xianmen broke his hamstrings with a sword, and the ink green fell sharply on the sword. The position where his hand extended was just holding the Wanjian sword that had just broken out.
Wan Haojian recognizes the Lord!
Although my heart is anxious, I am convinced that only a little bit of the repaired ink can't pull out the sword. Whenever it is expected, his blood will slowly ooze down along the hilt. Suddenly, I saw only the sword. Among them, the breath is full of breath, and all kinds of breaths are ejected, breaking through the imprisonment that I have set up, and shooting the countless disciples in the swordsman for countless times!
When the black screams and the sword is completely smashed, the breath inside the sword is also blasted in the air, sweeping away thousands of miles, sweeping across the three realms, not the master of the Wanjian sword and being seriously injured, so in this huge The breath of the atmosphere...
Was killed by the earthquake...
Before I died, I saw that the black marks on the face of the ink slowly disappeared with the flow of light on the blade.
At this point, I realized that the black mark on his face was not a spell to draw, but a seal, a seal to the son of the last Devil.
I also realized that when the top ten families said that he was the son of the devil, he did not deceive me...
I suddenly realized that this ink blue, follow me into the sword, maybe planned from the beginning, he is not to protect me, not to attract my attention, not because I like me, he just wants to get back to him. Father's things, and because Wan Wanjian was sealed, he was not strong enough, so after I had finished everything, he took a sword to cut two immortals, and finally, he got the Wanjian sword and took himself The blood, let Wan Jianjian recognize the Lord...
This kid! It’s a good trick!
Unfortunately, my life! Thousands of desperate, tossing in the end, in the end, turned out to be a wedding dress for others! I really hate bleeding and I am not willing!
But I can't help but die.
It’s not so gorgeous, not too imposing, and even a bit inexplicable, it’s dead...
When I feel the world is there again. It was a night of heavy rain. I sat on the new grave, letting the rain pass through my body and slamming the tombstone.
I looked around at my monument, and I didn't write a word on the tablet. I was so angry that I wanted to smash it. I hate to take an awl and dig a few big characters on the top of the sky.
The monuments are not written well, and it is not letting people feel at ease!