Inside a dilapidated house.

A grandma with silver hair and a sallow complexion was lying on the bed in agony, her every breath wheezing like a broken bellows.

Although she knew in her heart that she was a drag, she didn't even have the strength to commit suicide. She could only rot slowly on the bed like a pile of rotten meat.

There was a lot of light and shadow outside the window, and a ray of bright sunshine happened to fall on her eyelids, which turned red.

Grandma swallowed hard and tried to open her eyes several times, but she never could.

In a daze, she heard someone walking into the house.

"Your fate should not be cut off."

A low and majestic voice sounded, and immediately Grandma was fed a mouthful of cold water.

After taking this sip of cold water into her stomach, grandma suddenly felt comfortable all over, and her pain disappeared quickly, just like a flashback before she died.

The ordeal is finally over.

Grandma let out a long breath and smiled as if she was relieved, but two lines of tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

Pity her little granddaughter, who is alone and has no relatives to accompany her in the future?

But at this moment, the majestic and deep voice sounded in the old man's ears again.

"Since I have passed on your skills and transferred your essence and blood, you can be considered half of my descendants."

Plop.

The ox knelt down on its front legs, put its head and horns on the ground, and shouted sincerely:

"My ancestors, Huang Daniu kowtows to my ancestors!!"

"Your master has been kind to me. From now on, you can repay my kindness by staying by her side. When she gets married and has children, and lives her whole life in peace and contentment, you can follow me again!"

"Don't worry, Ancestor, Daniel will definitely repay the kindness for Ancestor."

The scalper replied obediently.

"This horn is forged from my horn. It is barely a piece of flesh armor. If you wear it on the horn, if you encounter danger in the future, you can either urge the enemy to kill or call me for help.

However, it should not be used casually unless absolutely necessary."

The scalper fearfully took over the golden horn, and then kowtowed again with tears of gratitude:

"Keep it in mind, Daniel!"

"Gone."

"Daniu sends my ancestors a respectful greeting!"

Everything returns to silence.

Grandma seemed to be in a dream, her eyelids trembled and she opened her old eyes. For some reason, her originally cloudy sight became extremely clear, and she also gained strength.

Grandma was stunned for a moment, then put on her clothes and walked out of the house with a wooden stick.

The sky is blue and the sun is like fire.

The small courtyard is still a familiar one. The only working cow in the family is chewing grass quietly in the cowshed.

Before grandma could fully appreciate the joy of living a new life, the courtyard door was pushed open with a bang, and it was Tian Youning who ran back from the fields.

The girl was panting and sweating.

She was anxious to come back to cook the medicine, but when she opened the door, she saw her grandma standing outside the door. Even her sallow old face had a little more color.

"Grandma?" Tian Youning was in disbelief.

"You Ning." Grandma showed a loving smile.

"Grandma!"

Tian Youning ran all the way and finally hugged her grandma tightly, tears of excitement and joy overflowing from her eyes again.

All the wounds on her palms healed overnight, and the dry fields that gave her a headache were also watered thoroughly. Now her grandmother, who had been seriously ill for half a year, actually left the bed by herself.

These happy events made her feel like she was dreaming.

But the girl also vaguely guessed the root cause of all these changes.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and took a quick look into the cowshed.

Although she had expected it, when she saw that the big bison had long disappeared in the cowshed with the wooden door wide open, and only her own cattle were grazing, the girl burst into tears.

"Thank you...thank you, thank you."

It's a pity, it's a pity that I can't say thank you to it in person.

……

……

Beimeng, Liuhua Mountain, Demon Town Hall.

In the hall, a figure wearing a bloody robe was standing at the highest point of the hall with his hands behind his back.

Although there was only a slightly thin back, and he did not feel the slightest aura, the blood-colored robe alone made all the golden elixir cultivators of His Highness look frightened.

"So when Tongchi Dan Pavilion was attacked, you were meeting with the Jin Dan rebel cultivator who was assassinated?"

Qiu Hongyan's voice contained no emotion.

Your Highness, Chang Yue, the head of Taidang Sect, is trembling.

He really didn't think about it, but he didn't expect that as soon as the assassins in front of him told him that the assassination was successful, the Tongchi Dan Pavilion that he was responsible for guarding was looted by the demon clan.

When he and the assassins finished fighting and hurried back to Dan Pavilion, there was only a miserable scene left, and everyone was numb.

Not only were the six elixir transfer warehouses lost, but the attic containing the tribute elixirs from Six Sword Pavilion was also swallowed up by the demon clan.

According to eyewitness accounts, it was the hand of the meat-winged bull monster that killed He Lengfei.

The people who killed him clearly told him that the bull demon was on the road, and this special horse was on the road, all the way to Tongchi Dan Pavilion?

The gangster killings have no credibility at all!

What's even worse is that Huang Si, the golden elixir master stationed in the Dan Pavilion, is also dying. Now he can only rely on the treatment of Liujian Pavilion to survive.

But depending on the situation, Huang Si has long lost the desire to survive, and just wants to be known as a heroic sacrifice with all his strength.

After all, the damage to the Dan Pavilion this time was so huge, even if the Jin Dan was overhauled, it would not be able to escape the death penalty. Rather than being charged with neglecting duties, it would be better to die.

If you die in battle, your sect, disciples, and family will not only receive generous pensions, but you will also become a martyr respected by all Northern League monks. In the end, you may be able to follow the path of a ghost cultivator and barely survive.

Huang Si has made up his mind and wants to put this invincible blame on the head of Chang Yue!!

"Elder Qiu, I met with the Black Killing Rebel Cultivator to kill the demon clan..."

Chang Yue broke into cold sweat on his temples and hurriedly defended himself.

If I don’t say these two sentences, I won’t have the chance to say it in the future.

"Joke!!"

Qiu Hongyan scolded him angrily.

"When will the Northern League need the help of rebels to kill the demon clan?"

Chang Yue was speechless, and his face instantly turned gray.

But at this moment, Luo Zhenjing, the head of Yuding Mountain, suddenly said:

"Elder Qiu, Master Chang and He Lengfei, the golden elixir master of Feiye Sect, are both fellow villagers and comrades-in-arms.

He also witnessed his friend being killed by the demon clan, so he was blinded by anger and wanted to seek revenge from the black killer.

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Although the dirty things of the Black Killers are not on the table, it is undeniable that the Black Killers are indeed unique in their methods of gathering intelligence and assassination, otherwise it would not have been able to exist for such a long time."

Although Luo Zhenjing is old, she still has the same radiance. Not only does her skin look white and rosy, but her eyebrows are still lively, and she also has a quiet temperament unique to women, which makes people feel calm at first glance.

"Then I have to praise him for paying attention to his comrades?"

Qiu Hongyan glanced at Luo Zhenjing coldly.

Luo Zhenjing lowered her head and replied respectfully:

"Elder Qiu, Chang Yue deserves to be punished for leaving his post without permission, but I think this matter is too strange. It feels like Hei Sha and the demon clan teamed up to pull the tiger away from the mountain.

Now that the pill pavilion has been robbed, it is a foregone conclusion. If Chang Yue is punished and killed, the front line will lose an overhaul of the sixth level of the golden pill. In this way, wouldn't it further satisfy the demon clan's wishes?

It’s better to keep Chang Yue for a while, let him perform meritorious service, and stay on the front line to kill the demon clan!”

When Liu Xu, the head of Feiye Sect, saw this, he also offered his hands and begged for mercy:

"Headmaster Luo's words make sense. Elder Qiu, please look at the fact that Mr. Chang has shed blood and sweat for the Northern Alliance and the Six Swords Pavilion over the years, give him a chance to make meritorious deeds!"

Although what Luo Zhenjing said does make some sense, Qiu Hongyan has been in charge of the position of inspection elder for many years and has long been accustomed to this kind of pleading routine.

If everyone makes a mistake and can be punished with meritorious deeds, then what rules are there?

Qiu Hongyan's eyes grew colder and he was about to speak.
To be continued...