The Heavens: Thousands of Households Starting from Number One in the World

night.

As night falls in the Jiaji Imperial Capital, the lanterns come on, and the entire city seems to be lit up by lights, transforming into a dazzling city that never sleeps.On the streets where people are coming and going, there are noisy noises one after another, and various sounds are intertwined.

On the top of a building, Ling Ying stood on it and looked at the entire imperial city. Suddenly, a voice came from behind him.

"Using a secret method to summon you, what's the matter with you?"

A young man appeared behind him.

Ling Ying turned around and looked at the other party, only to see one of them take out the jade pendant from his waist. The jade pendant suddenly emitted a faint light, and the word 'ancient' slowly appeared on the jade pendant.

When Ling Ying saw him, he already knew that the other party was from the ancient clan, so he said: "I am one of the clan leader's daughter's guards, my name is Ling Ying!"

The young man's eyes were suddenly shocked. He was actually the guardian of the patriarch's daughter. He was a close confidant of a big shot in the ancient world.

But he was shocked. The young man immediately looked at the other person and said softly: "What's the evidence?"

Ling Ying took out a simple token from Najie. The token was engraved with the word "Gu Yuan". A strong bloodline pressure appeared. The other party's expression was suddenly shocked, and his eyes showed respect.

"Gu Cangxuan pays homage to your lord!" Gu Cangxuan said with a respectful expression, "I wonder what your lord needs me to do?"

"In Black Rock City, there is a person named Gui Tianhuo who behaves suspiciously. You should take someone to check the opponent's whereabouts! The action should be secretive, and there is a boy named Xiao Yan beside him. If there is a conflict, Remember not to hurt the other person!" Ling Ying said.

"Yes!" Gu Cangxuan nodded solemnly, with a strange look in his eyes. Who is Xiao Yan?

After Ling Ying nodded, he disappeared into the darkness.

Far away, in a window of a restaurant, Meng Jing's eyes were as calm as water, and his inner eardrums were constantly collecting the lingering sounds floating in the void. He looked through the window and watched the distant shadow disappear.

"Black Rock City, ghosts and heavenly fire?" Meng Jing's eyes flashed with a faint light, and then turned into an afterimage that could not be noticed by ordinary people, shot out of the window, and disappeared into the night.

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On a highway on the outskirts of the imperial capital, this is the road to Black Rock City.

At this moment, the bright moon is hanging high, and its bright light is shining down, making everything around it clearly visible. The shadows of the trees are swaying under the moonlight, as if they are telling something.

There was no one on the wide road, except for the chirping of insects and birds, making this area seem unusually dead.

In the darkness, Ling Ying's figure quietly appeared.He looked around, his brows furrowed, his face full of vigilance and doubt.

For some reason, he always felt like he was being followed, as if there was an invisible sense of oppression surrounding him.

As a dark attribute Dou Qi practitioner, Ling Ying's keen perception of the environment and atmosphere has already reached the level of proficiency.

Even a powerful Douzong can easily evade the opponent's perception as long as he uses his dark attribute fighting spirit to cleverly hide and disguise himself.

"What's going on? I've been feeling this way since I left the Imperial Capital." Ling Ying thought to herself, then scanned the surroundings with her eyes vigilantly.

When his peripheral vision glanced at the full moon, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Under the full moon, standing on top of the trees, was a slender man wearing a black gauze hat.

The other party was silent, as if it were an invisible ghost staring at the darkness, as if it was truly integrated into the darkness.

Seeing this, Ling Ying's fighting spirit emerged, and he immediately retreated a little distance, looked at the other party solemnly, and said in a heavy tone: "You...who are you?"

"Good alert!" The man in the hat said, his voice indifferent, as if there was no emotion at all.

A trace of cold sweat broke out on Ling Ying's forehead. He glanced around to see if the other party had any accomplices. He said in a deep voice, "Why are you following me?"

"...Kill you!" The words were concise and to the point.The murderous aura erupted from the man in the bamboo hat like a tsunami. The murderous aura turned into a fishy wind, blowing the surrounding trees and blowing up waves of yellow sand.

Ling Ying's expression changed, and two short scythes appeared in his hands. The blades of the scythes were cold, and ink-like fighting spirit surged out of his body.

Whoosh!
The figure of the man in the bamboo hat disappeared and turned into black lightning, striking at a terrifying speed.

"So fast!" Ling Ying's pupils shrank sharply.

I saw a palm strike from my chest. This palm contained an extremely domineering mood, as if it could shatter the world.

Ling Ying was horrified and hurriedly blocked with both scythes, but only heard a shattering sound, the short scythe turned into debris, and Ling Ying's body was instantly blasted hundreds of feet, plowing a deep ravine on the ground.

Ling Ying spurted out blood, with a horrified look on his face. Immediately, wings appeared from his back. Ling Ying, who was lying on the ground, stood up like a carp, spread his wings and flew towards the sky. However, he didn't expect that just as he was halfway through the flight, he sensed something coming from behind him. There was a terrifying pulling force.

Ling Ying felt that his whole body was constantly retreating. His face was distorted, his fists were clenched, and in mid-air, he fired several ink-colored punches at the man in the hat. However, the light of the sword flashed and all the fists were chopped into pieces.

Qi and blood surge like stormy waves.

Ling Ying was extremely shocked and furious, shouting: "You don't have fighting spirit in you? How is that possible!"

A person without fighting spirit?Can you have such speed and power?
The man in the bamboo hat was speechless, holding a thin cicada-wing knife, which immediately turned into a bloody straight line, and his body suddenly appeared behind Ling Ying.

The wind blew slowly, blowing on Ling Ying's blood-stained face.

It was as if time had stopped.

Ah!
Ling Ying screamed, his right arm had lost all feeling, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at one of his arms separated from his shoulder, and finally turned into blood mist and poured into the palm of the man in the hat.

Ling Ying's face was as pale as paper, and she looked at the man in the hat in horror.

Immediately, the man in the bamboo hat swept his leg on Ling Ying's back, and Ling Ying's whole body dived into the ground like a cannonball. The ground shook, and all the sand and gravel on the ground jumped.

The man in the bamboo hat flashed and appeared in front of the large human-shaped pit. He looked coldly at Ling Ying, who was lying in it and his breath was rapidly weakening. The man in the bamboo hat made a sound from his body and said, "Do you have any last words?"

Ling Ying felt the blood in his body gradually draining away, and the severe pain in his body was unbearable. He knew that all the meridians in his body where fighting energy circulated were shattered by the opponent's kick.

Even if there was fighting spirit in his body, he couldn't activate it, and he was like a useless person.

This person can defeat him, a peak fighting emperor, in an instant. His fighting power is at least as strong as that of a high-level fighting sect, or even worse.

Cough!

A large amount of blood flowed out from Ling Ying's lungs. He lay on the ground gasping for breath. There was blood in his mouth and his voice was muffled.

"Who...are you...in the end? I want...to know...in whose hands...you died..." Ling Ying's eyes widened, bloodshot.

Ling Ying asked herself that she had never had any enemies in her life.He grew up in the ancient world, and also showed dark attributes of fighting spirit when he was a child. After that, he was trained by the ancient tribe for the next 40 years to become a guard specializing in protecting the descendants of the high-ranking ancient tribe.

Ling Ying didn't even know what it felt like to have enemies.

"Since these are your last words, let me fulfill your wish!" The man in the hat lifted up the black gauze covering his face, revealing Meng Jing's young and stern face.

The moment he saw Meng Jing's face, Ling Ying's pupils shrank like needlepoints, as if he was seeing a devil, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he shouted: "It's you, how is this...possible! Poof! How...is it possible!"

"Miss is in danger!" Ling Ying thought of something, and then exhaled the last cry of his life. Then his pupils began to dilate, his energy and blood stagnated, and his breath gradually dissipated.

Meng Jing looked down at Ling Ying's body, pointed his palms, and a vortex appeared. Ling Ying's body turned into blood foam, pouring into Meng Jing's palm.

A token with a simple appearance was held in Meng Jing's hand. (End of chapter)