The misery begins with the sinner

Chapter 1 Heaven and man are separated forever
The dawn sun, the wasteland, the wild sand, blowing into the distant horizon.

The traveler is wild against the light, and his silhouette is reflected.

The vicissitudes of life have carved ruthless wounds on his body, and his condensed eyes have long been empty, and they are whiter than the early sun.

The sword on his chest penetrated cruelly, he felt no pain, he was silent, just like all the pain in this life, just like the yellow sand kicked up by mango shoes, dissipated in the horizon behind him.

No matter how many years passed, he never stopped.

I don’t know how long it took, night fell, and strong winds swept across the world.

The calm man, with the sword piercing his chest, suddenly started a riot.

His eyes were vacant and white, his eyes flashed with light, his forehead was lowered, he slowly raised his hands, and looked up at the sky. A bloody cloud came from where he looked.

"what……!"

With trembling hands, as if breaking free from restraints, he grasped the sword in panic, took a steady lunge, and pulled out the sword that penetrated his chest inch by inch.

Like a demon or a beast, his eyes are about to burst with rage, and he shouts out with a violent force.

The long sword was drawn out, the surrounding space changed, and the flames of war lit up the night sky.

A sword reaches the sky, and the blood evil energy soars into the sky, converging into boundless sword energy, overturning Xuanhuang.

The majestic murderous aura was accompanied by a roar that lasted for several armors, resounding throughout the world.

"Heaven and man are forever separated—all things are unified!"

Amidst the roar, the Heaven-Qing Sword Qi pierced the sky, stirred up the bloody evil energy, and turned into bloody subtitles, hanging high in the sky, letting the strong wind blow them away.

The steps that had not stopped for several decades started up again, and the figures disappeared, just a man walking alone under the moonlight, no longer confused, no longer absent-minded, just because he had a fixed place in his heart, and there was a target in his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Time is the most terrifying force in the world. Nothing can escape the invasion of time, and memory is no different.

A few decades ago, a soul from Blue Star fell into this world that has never stopped fighting since ancient times - Misery!
People who were originally lucky to live a new life lost their light at the first sight of their plight.

For a few weeks, I could only look at my body like a passerby, constantly traveling, getting stronger, and killing people.

Time flies by like a flash, and the name that originally belonged to Blue Star has long been forgotten.

And he also has a new name, a name given by others - Heaven and man are always just a few steps away from each other.

The familiar name evoked dusty memories in the already numb heart.

Deep in the consciousness, at the moment when the new name was born, a river emerged, as if running through all the worlds, with no source or destination.

The river was clear and lifeless. Only the constant flow of the river gave him some comfort in his withered heart.

Time seemed to have lost its meaning, until one moment, two gleams of light emerged from the river. As if he was grasping the last straw, he struggled to pick up the gleam of light.

In an instant, he had two more books in his hand, one was "The Return of Ten Thousand Swords to the Sect" and the other was "Ten Thousand Dao Senluo".

It was also at this moment that he understood that the river in front of him was called the Galaxy of All Heavens.

It is formed by the gathering of all the heavens and all the realms, and those two glimmers of light are just things that occasionally scatter out of the all the heavens and all the realms.

Although it failed to change his current situation, it also gave him hope.

Sitting alone in the sea of ​​​​consciousness with the sword close at hand, while studying these two books, I was also looking forward to another ripple in the heavens and the galaxy.

In this way, for a few months, the river was clear and calm, and nothing appeared again. He, who was bored, had already mastered the two secret books.

He keeps trying to impact and master his own strength, until now.

In the wilderness, the sword was close at hand and he was moving fast. Even though he had been calm for a few months, he could not hide his excitement and curiously looked at everything in front of him.

At the same time, I was secretly recalling the memories of the difficult situation from long ago and thinking about my future path.

The sword was originally used by the conspirators to raise the sword, but now he forcibly integrated his power with Wandao Senluo. He also used Wanjian Guizong to condense all his true energy into pure sword intent and get rid of control. The long sword he raised was also the holy sword of the three religions, so it was bound to be targeted by many parties.

The conspirators behind this must be aware that the forces of the three religions and the conspirators who planned all this will all be targeting themselves.

At the moment, the only thing you can do is to continuously improve your own strength and integrate the forces that can endorse you. The most important purpose is to protect your own safety!
"Not long ago, I heard during my trip that Jiuluntian came to the world, and Fudo City issued an order to suppress ghosts, and the heads of Daozhen Shuangxiu were hung on the city wall!

In this case, that person may have already appeared! Moreover, the power of the three religions is deeply rooted. If you want to protect yourself against the three religions, especially Confucianism, there is only one person! "

Thinking of this, he put away the Holy Sword of the Three Religions in his hand, looked down at the healing wounds on his chest, and walked into the turbulent martial arts world without looking back.

………………

Just when the sword is close to grasping itself, there is a secret place in the martial arts world.

The bright moon is hanging high, the waves are constantly crashing on the beach, and there is a floating island in the middle of the sea.

A figure carrying a golden umbrella and wearing yellow clothes that represented supreme nobility had a vague look of surprise in his eyes.

"Interesting! Interesting! A chess piece has escaped your control. So how are you going to counterattack?"

At this time, a burst of soft footsteps sounded.

"Juejun! Today's meal is ready, it's time to eat!"

The person who spoke was a dark-faced child who looked to be no more than four or five years old.

Upon hearing this, the original ambiguity in his eyes dissipated the moment he turned around.

It was replaced by a smile as bright as spring breeze.

"What kind of delicious food did you cook today?"

A cunning look flashed in the child's eyes. He raised his head proudly and replied, "You'll know after you taste it! I've learned Yan'er's craftsmanship, but Juejun still can't believe it?"

How could Xi Yan'er's thoughts escape Ren Jue's eyes? He didn't know whether it was possible or not, and said with a smile, "I'll wait and see, Jue Jun!"

Holding Xi Yan'er's little hand, the two of them, one big and one small, walked towards the bright moon with their slender backs under the moonlight.

At the same time, in a mysterious space, the heaven and earth were in chaos, crisscrossed all around, like a huge chessboard.

Suddenly, the space shattered, a strange black hole opened, and a pair of footsteps stepped out slowly.

A figure holding a feather fan and covering his face with a ghostly mask appeared on the chessboard.

"Heaven and earth are chessboards, and all living beings are chess pieces. If you want to escape from the ghost's chessboard, the sword is so close. Are you ready to become a discarded piece?"

………………

The first year of Qinghe, February 15th!
The atmosphere is tense as rocks and clouds collapse, and under the high-hanging moon, all forces in the world are silently watching an unparalleled battle.

"I have been wallowing in the sword world for many years, and finally I am facing you - the Wind Trace!"

The ghost swordsman dressed in black, dressed in white in front of Lengzhi, stands proudly at the pinnacle of the sword, feeling excited in his heart.

However, facing the murderer in front of him, Feng Zhihen looked disdainfully and said calmly: "Draw out the sword!"

It was arrogance, self-confidence, and a disregard for his opponent. Hearing this, the Ghost Swordsman frowned coldly, and shouted displeased in his heart: "I can't get what I asked for!"

As soon as he finished his words, he moved with his sword, causing dust and sand to fly, and the sharp sword rushed away, causing the sound of fighting to break out.

At the moment when the two were fighting, on the peak, a sword was close at hand, dressed in black, slowly approaching, scanning the surrounding forces watching the battle, and finally landed on a swordsman who was extremely handsome, with a noble face but a hint of evil.

He didn't care about the two people fighting on the field.

"A battle that is destined to end, a script that has been arranged. I wonder if I intervene, Tan Xiqi, will you regret facilitating this battle?"

(End of this chapter)