The old Gong who died for the world is back

Xiao Youci is not a good person.

He has done many unsexy things, many people hate him, and even more people hate him.

But those people couldn't do anything about him, others wished they could skin him and eat his flesh raw, but Xiao Youci was the head of the Linxian sect, he sat back and relax all day long, eating and waiting to die.

He doesn't care how many people hate him, how many people hate him; no matter how much you hate, you have to endure it in front of him.

Today, Xiao Youci had a dream.

He dreamed that he was back 50 years ago, when his brother was still alive.

The senior brother is the most handsome in Linxianmen. He is dressed in white all the year round, standing on the top of Tianxuan Peak shrouded in clouds and mists. With a long sword, the wind and moon shine brightly. During morning exercises, the trees on the peak are crowded with people. A person who came here admiringly from other peaks.

Several trees in Tianxuan Peak were crushed, and Xiao Youci felt annoying to everyone else, but the senior brother always had a faint smile on his face, and let those people watch.

At that time, Xiao Youci felt that senior brother must be the most gentle and tempered person in the whole world.

Although he dismissed the "gentleness" and "good temper".

But he still felt that way.

……

"Senior brother, you go first and trap him with Jiangshan Linglong Mirror, and I will help you later."

"Brother, wait for me, I will come right away..."

……

In the dream, the fog on Tianxuan Peak dissipated, the surrounding light dimmed, and the demonic energy filled the surroundings. Xiao Youci's unparalleled senior brother stood in the center of the demonic energy. His clothes were torn and torn. Covered with black blood.

The handsome face in the past was rotten, and there was no trace of demeanor, and the eyeballs fell out of the eye sockets, and they were stuck by something, hanging on the side of the face.

He opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, and he asked Xiao Youci:

"Sorry, are you here?"

"There are words, why don't you come?"

why don't you come

This gentle greeting was like a nine-day thunderbolt striking Xiao Youci's heart. He was startled awake and sat up straight from the bed.

Beside him, the curtain fluttered, and there was silence.

is a dream.

Xiao Youci breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that there was a thin layer of sweat on his back.

Why did I dream about him? It's really bad luck.

The white obscene clothes were scattered all over the bed, layer upon layer, like white peonies.

Xiao Youci lazily got up, got off the bed, walked barefoot on the clean ground, walked to the bronze mirror, and paused slightly.

The person in the mirror is tall and thin, with long clothes spread on the ground, like a peacock’s long tail. He is handsome and has a fairy-like temperament, but he looks too lazy and boneless, like It will melt on the ground at any time.

He sighed, blaming the broken dream for keeping him awake most of the night.

The wrist hidden under the sleeve sticks out. He is very thin, almost skinny, but he is also very white, and his slender wrist shows a sense of pampering. A pampered son with nothing to do.

Xiao Youci lightly brushed his hair, and walked out quite annoyed.

Before reaching the door, the door was pushed open, and a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old barged in. He was dressed in pale white clothes, and he was quite handsome, but there was a little powder in his eyes, looking at it like this... A little girly.

The boy yelled at Xiao Youci: "Master, it's not good, something serious happened in Lingchuan."

Lingchuan.

Xiao Youci was shocked by this place name, but he didn't show any excessive expression. He glanced at the young man who broke in, and said, "What's the matter?"

The young man said: "They said that Di Tian's seal was loose, and he may have escaped from the seal."

Xiao Youci's expression was dazed for a moment, but fortunately, he usually had no expression on his face, so he couldn't see any clues.

But the heart is already surging.

A cultivator seldom sleeps, and dreams less. He does all kinds of bad things, but he never feels that he is ashamed of anyone.

I fell asleep for some reason today, and was awakened by a nightmare. Something happened.

Xiao Youci raised his eyes and looked out the window, the sun was shining brightly, singing and dancing were peaceful.

He couldn't help thinking, he stole the position of head of the sect for 50 years, and his good brother... finally came to him to collect debts?

Xiao Youci walked out slowly, and when he reached the door, he suddenly said in a soft voice: "Lang Xing, even if the seal is really loose and Di Tian escapes, you must not trespass on your teacher's room."

Feng Langxing at the door was slightly taken aback, and with a wry smile, he lowered his head and said, "Yes, this disciple knows."

Xiao Youci had already walked a long way, and a faint voice came: "Let's go, go to the Presbyterian Hall to have a look."

……

Tianxuan Peak is shrouded in clouds and mists all year round, and there are ten months of snowflakes in a year.

The top of the peak is the residence of the heads of the past dynasties, and the halfway up the mountain is the Presbyterian Hall. There are seven peaks adjacent to the Immortal Gate: Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang, and Yaoguang. Have your own direction.

Tianxuan Peak is located in the center of the peaks, and the Elder Hall is set up to manage the trivial matters of the seven peaks. There are seven elders in the Elder Hall, who are elected by the head and the other six peaks.

Matters that involve a lot of interference in the sect need to be agreed by the seven elders in the elder hall and the head of the sect.

But ever since Xiao Youci inherited the position of head, this rule has been useless. He is domineering and never listens to other people's opinions. He either handles things by himself or throws them to the Elder Hall without asking a word.

However, he is a master of cultivation, and his hand-broken smoke tree makes it superb, and no one in the school can match him.

The elders gritted their teeth with hatred, but they could only endure it.

The news of Ditian's loose seal reached Linxian Gate in the middle of the night, and the seven elders waited half the night in the elder hall to ask Feng Langyue and Brother Feng Langxing to report the letter, but Feng Langyue refused, saying that their master was resting, There is big news, and we have to wait for him to get up.

Ditian is a great demon who has been sealed away since ancient times. No one has seen his real body, but everyone has heard of his name. It was thanks to him that the world was reduced to purgatory during the battle between immortals and demons.

Such monsters must never be released.

50 years ago, Ditian's seal was loosened once. At that time, Linxian Sect was still the leader of Immortal Cultivation Dao. With all the strength of the sect, it took the lives of the head and the chief disciple, and then sealed Ditian again.

Now that the news of the seal loosening again came, it was not only a big event for Linxian Sect, but also a big event for the entire way of cultivating immortals.

But the sky is about to fall, but the head is sleeping.

The hall of the elders was dead silent. The seven elders sat in their seats, watching the sky outside turn from deep black to fish maw, and the clouds gradually surged up. Someone couldn't help but say: "A cultivator who cultivates bigu and cultivates..."

Why are you sleeping without eating?

Are you afraid you are doing something shameful?

Someone couldn't help it, and stood up suddenly: "Two hours have passed, and he still hasn't come. Have you taken the responsibility of being the head of the sect seriously? It's fine if you don't attend the court meeting on weekdays, and you won't show up at this time?!"

"What is he doing on Tianxuan Peak? No one else is allowed to approach, and only his two disciples are allowed to report to the mountain. I don't think he is sleeping, but he is doing something ulterior."

He scolded so badly that everyone's expressions changed.

Situ Chen, the great elder who was sitting in the north of the elder hall, closed his eyes and said calmly: "It's almost dawn, Elder Shi, wait a little longer."

Shi Jianfeng said angrily: "Wait? Wait until when? Is the sky falling?"

"The way of heaven is constant, with a mere seal, the sky may not collapse."

A lazy voice came from outside the elder hall, and Shi Jianfeng's face became more serious.

Situ Chen opened his eyes suddenly, he was already old, but his eyes were full of light.

Outside the door, there was a person coming with the morning glow. The crane cloak embroidered with complicated and dark patterns was dragged on the ground.

This person was none other than Xiao Youci who had been scolded by the elders for half a night.

Seeing his attire, Shi Jianfeng snorted coldly, turned his head away, and reprimanded in a low voice: "It's neither fish nor fowl, how decent it is!"

His voice was so loud that everyone in the hall heard it.

It is one thing to scold people behind Xiao Youci's back, but it is another thing to scold people in Xiao Youci's face at that time.

Fortunately, Xiao Youci was not angry, dragged his complicated and cumbersome clothes into the elder hall, looked up at Situ Chen on the north seat, and said calmly: "Elder Situ."

Elder Situ waved his hand, and a water mirror appeared in front of everyone, and the place reflected in the mirror was Lingchuan.

A great war 50 years ago had already burned the place to scorched earth, and Ditian's devilish energy had been driven into the ground. 50 years later, the place was still scorched and black, with not a single blade of grass growing.

But originally there should be 50 seal runes on this scorched black. It was written by Jiang Zhiyan, the chief disciple of Linxianmen [-] years ago, who used the Jiangshan Linglong Mirror as a seal to break down his three souls and seven souls. .

The rune goes up to the nine heavens and goes down to the underworld. The ancient great demon Emperor Tian was sealed in this piece of scorched earth, and he could not be released forever.

But now, those [-] runes disappeared without a trace, leaving only a piece of wasteland scattered with demonic energy.

Practitioners live much longer than ordinary people, and the tragic battle between immortals and demons 50 years ago seems like yesterday.

If the seal is broken, what should they do?

Everyone whispered, with fear in their words and eyes, but Xiao Youci stood alone in the hall, the breeze blew his fluttering clothes, and he looked at the picture in the water mirror as if in a dream.

Eyes confused.

"Finally broken..."