Five hundred years ago, there were constant disputes in the world.

The Demon Mountain Tantric Buddhism and the Wushan Sect were born in a joint effort to use demonic skills to rule the world and harm the people.

Evil demons are bloodthirsty, and people live in poverty.

The five major sects of the Five Tiger Alliance, Lotus Domain, Taishan Sect, Huo Liangu and Xuanzhijian abandoned the past conflicts and went out to fight with evil and demons.

The battle between good and evil is caused by blood. Since ancient times, good and evil are incompatible. Good and evil are in conflict, and countless deaths and injuries are caused by many heroes.

The Tao is one foot taller, and the demon is one foot taller. Just when the righteous side is about to lose to the evil demon sect, the mysterious Nine-level Tower appears in the world.

No one knows the origin of the Nine-Level Tower. He only knows that it is a steeple pagoda towering into the clouds, with nine floors in total, and each floor contains a stunning secret.

Some people say that there is the world's best martial arts secret on the Ninth Tower, some people say that there is a peerless beautiful girl in the turbulent times, and some people say that there is an unparalleled magic weapon. All kinds of rumors spread in the world, causing a bloody storm that is worse than the battle between good and evil.

There are nine levels in the nine-story building, with overlapping obstacles, and heavy buildings in the building.

Outside the Nine-Cross Tower, a man in blue shirt writes his pen in the air, and his words describe the various aspects of the world.

He looked at the sky with his hands behind his back and said whispering:

“One thought of all virtues in the world;

Two thoughts are proud and upright;

Three thoughts point the sword to the world;

Four thoughts punish evil and promote good;

Five thoughts on the right path in the world;

Six thoughts of evil demons crying blood;

Seven thoughts on the vicissitudes of life;

Eight thoughts of the origin and fall of the cause and the fall of the cause;

Nine thoughts and all fates come true.”

The low and unremitting voice penetrated the sky and fell into the imperial courts in the city, the streets and alleys, the outside of the blue waves, and the strong internal force was added between every line and poured into everyone's ears.

The decent person heard about the heroic spirit and his skills increased greatly. After hearing this, the evil demon said in a crooked way, his eyes cried and his bloody magic skills were completely dissipated.

The characters from both good and evil looked to the southeast horizon and were frightened: the profound internal strength of this person is beyond the reach of the world.

At this moment, the thunder rolled, as if it was a bolt from the blue.

There is no high sun in the east, but a few lines of words appear out of thin air:

People in the world walk on the Yangguan Road, and evil demons cross the ghost bridge.

Justice has righteousness, evil enters evil heart, all the sources of all paths, peace in the world.

The sound mixed with strong internal force sounded again:

"The world of fate is the world, and ninety-nine are united, and you can't return quickly!"

It is Tao, evil is fate, and fate comes from the world, and Tao has no Tao.

The back of the green shirt was pointed at the sky with a sword. The heroic clouds attracted the boiling blood, and the Nine-level building where he was holding the pen was shining.

After the light disappeared, the clear blue figure was gone. A sword and a pen turned into two rays of light and sprinkled on the earth.

With such a person in the world, no one in the world dares to make a rash decision. For this reason, although good and evil cease to fight, the situation in the world is even more chaotic.

Time flies in the world, one year of grievances in the world, and one hundred years of passion in the world.

The battle between good and evil has been forgotten by the world. Men farm and women weave, and the people live a prosperous life.

The monks of Santa Temple knocked on the giant bell on the top of the tower on time every day at noon.

"Long!Long!Long!"

The woman was wearing a blue shirt and looking into the distance south in the fog-like rain curtain.

Since ancient times, I have only heard that lovers have tears, and she is like a fairy cloud like a poem like a righteousness.

Frost of mist and rain

Xilingji Tianjin in Jiaban

Xingqi Lingyun Yicheng Pill

Welcoming travel

No regrets in adversity

Grizzly clear

Who once dreamed of being confused

Misty Mirror

Lush and lush valley

Endless love

Deep and regretful dream lake

The fog heart is facing south

She was gentle and delicate, wearing a light blue shirt, holding a wooden box that was more than ten feet long and seamlessly wrapped in thick canvas. She stood outside the gate of Santa Temple and stopped, looking up at the old bell ringed by an old monk in the hometown.

"I only think that the old monk in the Three Towers is different from the world. He saves the weak and helps the poor. He will help him when he encounters evil. But he dare not see me a weak woman?"

Her voice was crisp, and her tone was full of breath. She was standing outside the courtyard gate twenty or thirty feet away. The sound that seemed to be soft and whispered could reach the ears of every monk in Santa Temple.

The monks whispered and seemed quite puzzled by the woman's behavior. Santa Temple has never participated in any disputes in the world, so it can survive in this century of troubled times and gain its current reputation. For so long, no one has come to provoke like this.

The women at the entrance of the temple attracted the crowd of people. Most of them were Buddhists and ordinary people who came to Santa Temple to enjoy incense. However, because Santa Temple is not far from Nanhu and is the only way for various places to travel to Jiaxing to Nanhu, some people with different appearances are indispensable to take a break here when they pass by.

A bearded man carrying a big knife on his back lifted his beard and walked out of the crowd, glanced at the woman holding a big wooden box in his hand, and grinned, "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Those who watch the fun will never mind the big deal. Some of the people who are lucky enough to gloat or those who are secretly anxious for the women, but they just don’t have the courage to act.

The woman in blue stood still, and this behavior turned into acquiescence in the eyes of the reckless man.

He approached the woman proudly, and his fingers as thick as a carrot were about to touch the woman's shoulder, but suddenly screamed in shock.

"ah!"

The screams of the rash man were so shrill that everyone closed their eyes in fear before they could see the situation clearly. Only a few people in the world saw it. Just when the rash man just touched the clothes on the woman's shoulder, his hands began to rot from the palm of his hand, turned into soft flesh and fell off from his bones, fell to the ground, and finally turned into a pool of blood.

The rot on the wound continued, and he climbed up his wrist along the wound, and it soon spread to his forearm.

The ruffian still had the momentum he had just now. His face was already blue and purple, his hands and feet kept twitching, his stomata flowed out of black and red blood, and his eyes turned white, like a dying native dog.

"Transfer blood and refining poisons! You are a cult witch!"

The woman suddenly roared and laughed, "Goddess? Ahhahahaha, let me, let me, learn the tricks of your decent people!"

After saying that, he put up the wooden box and immediately swept the leg, punched, slashed the palm, and formed a claw. Wherever he passed, the wind suddenly sounded, leaving a green shadow. Poison obstacles flowed out of her moves and headed straight for the opponent's life gate. His moves were sinister and fatal.

The woman's sudden move, and a man in black who was still talking just now, was unable to resist it. He showed his defeat in less than ten moves. He was eventually hit by the woman in blue with a palm, spitting out a mouthful of black blood and then killed him.

The Buddhists and people who were watching were immediately frightened and fled in all directions, leaving only a group of people from the world who were still there. They showed their weapons and warned them on the spot, ready to take action at any time to attack this cult witch who killed people without blinking.

"Ah haha, it seems that my Blood Blue Shirt is going to start a massacre outside the gate of the Santa Temple today! Old monk from Santa, do you have the heart to see so many innocent people in the world die for you?"

It turns out that this woman in blue shirt is the wife of the head of the Poison Refining Sect who is good at using hundreds of poisons. She is rumored to be as beautiful as a girl, but she is extremely cruel by using poisonous means, and is completely different from her weaker appearance.

The words of Blood Blue Shirt were extremely harsh in the ears of the men in the martial arts world. Everyone held the weapons in their hands tightly and showed anger. There were many sects in the martial arts world, and there were also some lone heroes, but at this time, everyone gathered together and surrounded the Blood Blue Shirt.

A middle-aged man in a gray robe dressed in a fairy style, but he was holding a giant scimitar in his hand. He looked cold and looked at the woman with disdain.

"It's simply nonsense! We can't take you a little witch!"

Xue Qingshan sneered and then said, "It's OK! It's also said that you are waiting for everyone, but you are going to besiege me alone. It's so respectable and admirable."

"you!"

"Hmph! Stop talking nonsense, today I will learn how the so-called famous sects took over me, a little witch!"

"Swoosh swish swish!"
Chapter completed!