Prehistoric: Beginning with mediating creation

Demon!

What is it?

What is a demon?

"I am not a demon!" Xiang Zong sat on the top of the rock, looking straight at the distant sky.

"Taking the essence of all things is righteousness, but taking the essence of people is a demon? What kind of reason is this?" Xiang Zong asked Xiang Tianqiong.

Tianqiong was silent and could not answer.

"People have spirits, they know life and death, they know emotions and hatred. You wantonly take people's lives and pollute their wisdom. How can you not be called a demon!!"

Suddenly, a shout came like thunder.

At the same time, a layer of sword energy surged like a wave.

"Hanhai Sword Immortal." Xiang Zong said indifferently.

It seemed that he was disdainful of this world-famous swordsman.

The sharp sword energy was unstoppable and getting closer and closer, but Xiang Zong still didn't care and let the sword energy hit him.

The sword energy swept across the rocks and swept up thirty feet of dust.

But the man who was like a god, a demon, a mountain, and a sea was not hurt at all.

He quietly looked at the man in front of him with a look of astonishment, watched his face wither, watched his flesh gradually rot, watched his vitality disappear, watched him turn into a pile of bones.

The sword energy also disappeared, and returned to heaven and earth.

"The Sword Immortal of the Vast Sea is worthy of his reputation." Xiang Zong sighed.

Then he leaned forward and looked at the thirteen people standing in the canopy of the dense forest on the mountainside.

"Devil!!"

These thirteen people are all first-class figures in the world.

They have all entered the realm of transformation.

There are four steps in the world of cultivation: the first step is body refining, the second step is qi refining, the third step is transformation, and the fourth step is the integration of the Tao.

It is rumored that the integration of the Tao is unattainable. Since ancient times, there have been many legends, and only two people have integrated the Tao. One integrated the Tao with martial arts and was the ancient martial god, and the other created an unparalleled Taoist skill and transformed martial arts into the Tao. He was the wooden martial god.

Apart from these two, there are no other legends. Only Cang, who has not appeared since the founding of the Chu Kingdom, is rumored to have integrated the Tao and ascended to immortality.

But Xiang Zong always felt that he was still in the world and had not ascended.

"Heaven nourishes all things, how can all things repay heaven?" Xiang Zong said softly.

"If heaven does not take a penny from you, I will take a penny on behalf of heaven."

"Heretical theory!"

"The devil is still thief-hearted!"

"Today, I will kill you, the devil!"

"This mountain is your burial place today!"

These thirteen world-class figures shouted at Xiang Zong repeatedly.

Xiang Zong was unmoved, his eyes were still indifferent, just looking down at them.

"Come one by one? Or all together?" He said indifferently.

"There is no need to follow the rules to deal with evil demons! Everyone, shoulder to shoulder!" Someone shouted.

"Yes! Come together!"

In an instant, people appeared, and the true qi of each Qi poured out, turning into balls of light, forming thirteen killing spells.

For a time, the natural weather in the mountains was shaken, the clouds and mist were swept away, and the mountains were shaken by this momentum.

Xiang Zong seemed moved, and he stood up.

Boom!

The unparalleled killing methods cast by thirteen top figures in this world were already pressing forward.

They directly killed Xiang Zong.

Xiang Zong raised his hand, and the speed was so fast that the naked eye could not catch up at all.

One palm down.

The earth shook, and dark clouds rolled down, as if a sea of ​​ink covered the top of the mountain, swallowing up the spells cast by the thirteen masters.

"Swallow the sky and eat the earth!"

The domineering power of this magic skill moved people. The killing spells cast by the thirteen masters were directly swallowed up, and then this black sea of ​​smoke and clouds covered the mountainside.

The thirteen masters were just covered in it, and they could not make any sound.

When the sea of ​​ink dissipated, the trees, beasts and insects in the places it passed by all withered and died, and the thirteen masters were too late to dodge, leaving only dead trees and bones on the mountainside, and the corpses of the thirteen masters were piled in it.

"How many people in the world can be his enemy?"

...

In the battle of Yushan, most of the heroes in the world were killed, and everyone was in danger, fearing that the demon Xiangzong would come and kill them and turn them into a pile of dry bones.

Then a piece of news spread all over the world.

Demon: On August 15th, the capital Zijin, ask Cang a sword!

This is a declaration of war!

Before Cang came out of the mountain, the demon issued a declaration of war to Cang first.

But no one scolded him for being arrogant. People only hoped that Cang would come out of the mountain and defeat the demon, and restore peace and tranquility to the world.

...

Luo Zu looked at the paper in his hand, then looked at the young boy in front of him, stroking his chin full of stubble, and he chuckled: "Little brother, do you want to worship me as your master?"

"Yes!" The boy's face was full of determination.

"Why?" Luo Zu asked.

"Because you are Cang!" The boy said seriously.

"What? Where is Cang?"

"Cang?"

People passing by immediately came in a cloud.

"Me? It's Cang? Hahaha..." Luo Zu laughed.

"You are eight feet tall, wearing black clothes, square feet, carrying a magic sword, and wearing a purple crown, exactly like Cang."

The onlookers followed the boy's instructions and looked at Luo Zu's outfit one by one.

It seems to be true.

But...

Is Cang too young?

"And you have the temperament of a master." The boy said again.

"Oh? What do you mean by the temperament of a master." Luo Zu was aroused.

"You are very confident and have no worries about the current danger of the human race, and they..." The boy pointed to the onlookers who were getting more and more because of the excitement, "worrying, frightened and sad, they are very scared."

"I see you are not afraid either, so aren't you also Cang?" Luo Zu asked back.

"No, I hate!" The boy said expressionlessly.

"Who do you hate? Do you hate yourself for being powerless and unable to avenge your father and brother?" Luo Zu said leisurely.

The boy looked at Luo Zu in astonishment.

"The Strange Guest of Tianchi is your father, and the Hero of Shenzhou is your brother. They all died at the hands of the devil. You want to avenge them, but you are young, so you have been looking for Cang, and want Cang to avenge you." Luo Zu continued.

"Yes." The boy did not argue and nodded seriously.

"Be at ease, although I am not Cang, I am also here to get rid of the harm. After all, there is a vegetable worm in the vegetable garden. If I don't get rid of it, I won't sleep well tonight." Luo Zu did not stay here any longer, walked past the boy, and patted him on the shoulder gently.

People were puzzled by his words, but when they looked up again, he was no longer seen on this street of the capital.

"Gone! Where is he?"

"He is a master!"

Beside the long street, on a tall building, two people stood in it.

One wore a red cloud patterned robe, and the other wore a black robe.

One was the King Tai of Chu State, and the other was Cang.

"Cang, do you know that person?"

"I don't know, but he's an expert." Cang, who was already white-haired and yellow-cheeked, didn't look surprised.

Seeing him like this, Tai didn't care about him anymore, and then he showed a worried look: "Cang, how sure are you, Mo?"

"I don't know, but no one can escape the cycle of heaven." Cang said.

"What?"

"Heaven has a good cycle of reincarnation, and heaven will spare no one." Cang said again.

"..."

Tai has become a pile of dry bones, and the king of Chu Kingdom died quietly.