In the early morning, just as the sky was getting light, a hint of white appeared on the horizon of Dongling.

The top of Yuxu Peak of Sanqing Mountain was unusually quiet. Three old men stood side by side. From a distance, they looked like three sharp swords inserted into the top of the mountain, shining with cold light. As they moved closer, they saw that the three old men were all dressed in green and their hair and beards were all white. At this moment, they looked solemn, and their deep eyes were looking at the same place, the sky of Southern Xinjiang.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

At the foot of Sanqing Mountain, several sounds of breaking through the air suddenly sounded.

Soon, a figure landed on the top of Yuxu Peak...

"Amitabha, I, Xuankong, greet the three masters."

The person who landed was an old monk. He was short and slightly fat. He was wearing an old kapok cassock, which had faded severely, obviously after years. He had a long string of wooden prayer beads hanging around his neck. He looked very ordinary. Except for ten conspicuous "monk scars" on his shiny head, he didn't even have a single hair stubble. His silver-white eyebrows fell directly to his cheeks.

While speaking, the old monk bowed slightly, holding the suspended prayer beads in one hand and holding the other hand in a palm blade shape, slightly close to his mouth, with a humble attitude.

"It turns out to be Master Xuankong. Nice to meet you!"

Hearing the voice, the three old men turned around at the same time, bowed back, and their attitudes were also extremely respectful.

The identity of this old monk must be extraordinary, as the three masters of Sanqing Sect are so respectful. Although he is not good-looking, he is the abbot of Leiyin Temple, the largest temple in the world. He has devoted himself to studying Buddhism for more than 500 years, and his achievements are earth-shaking. Some people even say that he is the strongest person in the righteous way today.

"Master Xuankong is lucky to visit Sanqing, and it is a blessing for Sanqing and the world!" Taoist Yuxu looked around at Taoist Yujing and Taoist Yuhua, and then his eyes fell on the old monk, and he smiled respectfully.

"Amitabha, may Buddha have mercy on me!"

The old monk closed his eyes slightly and looked at the sky of southern Xinjiang, his expression was solemn... After a moment, the old monk suddenly sighed: "What is coming finally comes..."

"Haha, Master Xuankong is really good at running! I, the old Taoist, hurried and hurried, but I am still half a minute late for you!"

Before seeing the person, I heard his voice first. Before the old monk's sigh fell, suddenly, a hearty laugh came from the air, and a moment later, there was another figure on the top of Yuxu Peak.

Although the visitor was dressed as a Taoist, his hair was disheveled, his face was full of dirt, and he was wearing a dirty Taoist robe that was tattered. When he got closer, the pungent smell was simply nauseating.

The Taoist held a big lamb leg in one hand and a big wine pot in the other. Before he settled down, he couldn't wait to bite a big piece of lamb leg meat and took a full sip of strong liquor.

"Amitabha, Master Xianyun, thank you for your praise. I just arrived."

The old monk took a step forward, approached the Taoist slightly, bowed, and replied respectfully, without any disdain.

"Haha!"

Laughing heartily, the Taoist tore off another large piece of lamb leg meat, took a sip of strong liquor, bit it, and then turned to the three Sanqingmen masters and greeted them: "Three brothers, I haven't seen you for a hundred years. You are really getting better and better! Haha!" Because his mouth was full of lamb leg meat, the Taoist's voice was blocked in his throat and he sobbed a little.

"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you..."

The three masters bowed slightly, but none of them bowed. While talking, all three frowned slightly and took a half step back involuntarily. Although they had smiles on their faces, they still couldn't hide the lingering disdain.

Seeing this, the Taoist's face, which was covered with dirt, twitched slightly, and then he continued to laugh, eating big chunks of meat and drinking big gulps of wine.

After a while, four figures suddenly landed on the top of the mountain, three men and one woman...

"Haha... Tianxing Pavilion, Xuanwu Hall, Yunxiao Sect, Liuli Palace... Leiyin Temple, Sanqing Gate, and the old Taoist Chaoyang Temple, haha! The seven top forces in Dongling are all here! It's really rare, rare! Hahaha!" Hearing the sound of breaking through the air, the Taoist laughed and spun around.

The Shenzhou Continent is vast and boundless, but the most extensive Beiming is desolate and uninhabited. It is covered with ice and snow all year round and is extremely cold. It is the habitat of the ice lineage of the spirit race and those ghosts and undead. Therefore, Beiming is also known as Beiling. Although the Western Region and the Southern Border are rich in resources and extremely prosperous, they are rampant with monsters and evil spirits, and there are no large-scale cultivation sects to compete with them. Therefore, the weak human race can only walk on thin ice and survive in the cracks. Only in Dongling, cultivation is popular and popular.

According to legend, Dongling is the birthplace of human culture. It has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. It carries the dreams and hopes of hundreds of millions of human beings. Therefore, Dongling is also called the Holy Land of Dongling by the human race of Shenzhou Continent.

Today, the entire Dongling has seven dynasties, with unprecedented strength, and each dynasty worships a super cultivation sect that has been passed down for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

However, although these super sects of cultivation have been enjoying the tributes of their respective dynasties for many years, they have never bothered to intervene in the disputes between the Dongling dynasties. For thousands of years, they have been high above the dynasties, watching the dynasties change and the country change hands. They will only take action when foreign races invade.

"Three masters, you are urgently passing the Seven Gates Beacon Order to summon us to the Three Purities to gather. Is there any movement from the foreign races?" The Holy Lord of the Glazed Palace, Murong Qiuyue, looked at the three masters of the Three Purities Gate and asked softly.

The Glazed Palace is located at the bottom of the Seven Colored Glazed Mountain of the Great Korean Dynasty. They have kept their palace gates closed all year round and rarely contact the outside world, so the information is relatively closed.

Although Murong Qiuyue is already several hundred years old, she looks only thirty years old. She is wearing a loose colorful dress, but it is difficult to cover her curvy figure. Her long hair falls down to her waist like a waterfall. Her standard oval face is embedded with a pair of dark and shiny eyes, just like two clear springs in the mountains. She is elegant and dignified. Every move shows the charm of a mature woman.

"Palace Master Murong is right!"

Yuxu Taoist Lin Xiuya closed his eyes slightly, sighed, and then turned his head to look at the sky of South Xinjiang. He said solemnly: "But this time... I'm afraid it's much more serious than this!"

At this time, the sky has long been bright, but the sun has not risen yet. The sky of Dongling is blood red, giving people an extremely ominous sign... Looking at the sky of South Xinjiang again, it is still a little dark at this moment. The faint black cloud appears and disappears from time to time, but it abruptly blocks all the light around.

Following Lin Xiuya's gaze, everyone looked at the sky of southern Xinjiang...

"What does Yuxu Zhenren mean...?"

The head of Tianxing Pavilion, Mo Shaoqing, suddenly had his pupils shrink, and he was about to speak but stopped, his expression was a little terrified.

Tianxing Pavilion is located in the center of the royal city of the Great Yan Dynasty. It is the only super cultivation sect in the downtown area. At the same time, it is also a rising star. The sect has a history of less than 3,000 years. Of course, the foundation and strength of Tianxing Pavilion is also the weakest among the seven super sects.

Mo Shaoqing is tall, dressed in white clothes, wearing a purple gold crown on his head, with a face like a knife and a sword, and his facial features are particularly clear and angular. Under his sword eyebrows are a pair of narrow and long peach blossom eyes, full of passion, which seems to make people fall in love with him if they are not careful.

"Yes, more than 8,000 years ago, when the Three Pure Ones activated the Three Pure Ones Demon-Slaying Sword Formation to kill the demon in the ancient temple, the demon did leave a curse before he died." Yuxu Taoist Lin Xiuya turned his head and glanced at Mo Shaoqing, saying seriously.

The master of Xuanwu Hall, Shang Qingxuan, stared at the looming black cloud on the horizon and murmured: "I always thought that curse was just a legend..."

"Legend has it that the devil Gusha was unwilling to die. Before he died, in order to intimidate the human race and leave an indelible shadow in the hearts of all human beings, he left such a so-called curse!"

"Later, thousands of years passed, and nothing happened. This legend was slowly forgotten by the human race... I didn't expect..."

Shang Qingxuan had short hair like steel needles, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a standard straight mustache that was particularly conspicuous, just like a brush dipped in thick ink to draw a heavy stroke under his nostrils. His bronze skin was shiny and shiny, and his layers of muscles made the animal skin on his body bulge. His voice was a little low and rough, like two pieces of wood rubbing constantly.

In fact, Shang Qingxuan only knew one thing but not the other. The curse was not issued when Demon Lord Gusha was dying, but three days later... However, as one of the Three Pure Ones, Lin Xiuya should know about this...

The sun finally jumped out from the sky of Dongling. Suddenly, the blood-red clouds seemed to disappear, but they did not seem to disappear. They were just temporarily covered by the sun's light. The black clouds in the sky of Nanjiang did not dissipate because of the rising sun, but became even thicker!

"Amitabha, this is not a legend, nor a curse, but the reincarnation of heaven!" The old monk who had been silent suddenly closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and said meaningfully.

"Heavenly Way?"

The leader of Yunxiao Sect, Mu Yunzhou, who was standing on the right side of the old monk, was stunned for a moment and said with some displeasure: "Master Xuankong, I don't quite understand what you said. Heavenly Way is the right way. Even if there is reincarnation... it won't be the turn of those evil demons!"

Mu Yunzhou was the youngest among these people. Being young, he was inevitably hot-tempered. His tone of voice was a little aggressive, but the old monk didn't care. He just shook his head and said nothing.

"Haha, Master Mu, don't get excited. Master Xuankong didn't mean that!" Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, Taoist Yujing gently patted Mu Yunzhou beside him and tried to smooth things over.

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Taoist Yuxu Lin Xiuya glanced at the old monk secretly, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly. He stared at the black clouds of Nanjiang with his eyes, and actually showed a look of horror.

More than 8,000 years ago, the human race and the spirit race joined forces and suddenly went to war with the demon race, wanting to wipe out the demon race in one fell swoop. They took advantage of the demon race's unpreparedness and fought all the way to the Demon City in Southern Xinjiang. However, what they did not expect was that the Demon Lord Ancient Temple at that time was extremely powerful. Not only did he fight eight people alone and killed the Fire Spirit Saint and many of the strongest people of the human race on the spot, but he also led the demon army to turn defense into offense, advancing all the way eastward and directly hitting the border of Dongling.

In the face of life and death, the human race and the spirit race coalition fought desperately. Soon, the border of Dongling was piled with corpses and blood. The battle was in full swing. The two sides were deadlocked and suffered extremely heavy casualties, unprecedented...

Later, for some reason, the war between the two sides suddenly stopped. Later, it was reported that the Demon Lord Ancient Temple was trapped in the Three Pure Ones Demon Slaughtering Formation. Finally, it was finally reported that the Demon Lord Ancient Temple turned into ashes...

For a time, the entire Dongling human race celebrated!

However, only the abbot of the Great Leiyin Temple at that time, Master Liaochen, was depressed. He never understood why the Demon Zun Ancient Temple was suddenly trapped in the Three Pure Ones Demon Slaughtering Formation. Moreover, even if it was trapped in the Three Pure Ones Demon Slaughtering Formation, with the strength of the Demon Zun Ancient Temple, as long as the Purgatory Devouring Demon Formation was activated, it could escape death, but the Demon Zun Ancient Temple finally chose death instead of life.

Buddha and demons, from the same source, three days later, Master Liaochen seemed to have comprehended something and passed away inexplicably. It was on this day that the Demon Zun Ancient Temple, which had long since turned to ashes, suddenly sent down a curse from the air: Within ten thousand years, black clouds will rise in the southern border, the human race will wither, and the demon race will rise!

This curse was like thunder rolling in the sky, resounding in every corner of Dongling...