The sixth generation of Qiao Xuan, 200 years ago, in the North Linghai of the Mortal Realm.

Beiling is located in the endless sea in the north. There is no large land here, and there are countless islands of different sizes. It is neither like Nanyue has a mortal kingdom, nor is it like Dongchongzhou is ruled by the right way. Each island is like a small country. Preface, mortal monks and demons all live here.

It's a land of no-mansions.

Some islands are run by magic cultivators, some are sectarian monks, there are small islands where mortals live, and islands occupied by monsters...

As well as some sinners and wicked people from Chongzhou in the east of Nanyue Kingdom, they will come here when they are desperate.

Survival of the fittest is the law here.

But what is better than the Western Wilderness is that Beilinghai has enough resources, and the living environment of mortals is not so bad. Although there are demons, there are not a few mortals and monks of the right way, and the forces of all parties restrict each other.

There are often disputes between large and small islands. The demons and immortals each have their own territory, but they have had a basic understanding over the years. Generally, there will not be too many casualties, and they will not do too much.

A delicate balance is maintained amidst the chaos.

Qiao Xuan, who was Huo Ping in this life, was born on a remote island.

This small island is in a remote location. Although it is not big, the environment is good. A group of mortals live here, but they live in a relaxed and comfortable life.

Huo Ping has parents who dote on him and two lovely younger sisters. They live by fishing on weekdays, and occasionally go to the nearby big island to exchange some commodities. To him, it was a simple and happy life.

If there is no accident, he can go on like this forever.

But unfortunately, luck will not always favor him.

Fanchi Island in the Beiling Sea is a large and powerful island. Its area is a hundred times larger than that of Huoping's small island. Just died, the last Dragon Clan Ruohua Goddess has also risen for a hundred years, and now that Evil Flood Dragon is the strongest monster in this sea area.

In order to break through the bottleneck to cultivate magic arts, it needs to suck human blood to cultivate, so it arrests people everywhere as a cultivation resource, but it is really insidious and cunning, and it will attract the attention of other enemies. It never goes to those big islands where monks are stationed. ‌It is specially to go to those small islands that no one cares about, and quietly arrest people for cultivation.

The island where Huo Ping is located, because there are no monks and sects stationed, just like this, all of them were arrested overnight.

He, his father, mother, sister, relatives and friends were all arrested and locked in cages and transported to Fanchi City.

A mortal is so weak in front of powerful monsters. Day by day, there are fewer and fewer people around him. Finally, the monsters opened the cage where he and his family were.

He watched helplessly as his parents were dragged out, the blood was drained in front of him, and the corpses were chewed and eaten by those monsters, and while they were eating, they disliked the unpalatable tightness. Before, watching this scene with bloodshot eyes.

He hates the cruelty of these monsters and despairs at his own weakness, but no matter how angry and painful he is, he can't do anything.

Weak mortals have no value in survival.

He watched, waiting for his own death, when a group of people suddenly rushed in from outside.

It turned out that the Great Sage Tianzong caught too many mortals, and finally caught the attention of the monks from other islands. The monks from the islands joined forces to kill them, and the Great Sage Tianzong was killed and fled.

Huo Ping survived by luck.

At that moment, he thought he was saved.

Huo Ping called for help to the monks who came over, but the other party not only didn't look at him, but instead kicked him to the ground and dragged his two sisters out from behind.

It turns out that these people are all magicians.

They didn't attack here to save people, they just didn't want Tianzong Dasheng to become bigger.

The first attack is strong, and the second attack is bad, and a demon door that does not deal with Tianzong Dasheng is attacked here before it is jointly attacked.

As for the human beings caught here, they just changed their owners.

Huo Ping's appearance is ordinary and male, which does not attract the interest of those magic cultivators, but his two sisters are lovely.

Huo Ping went crazy and wanted to rob people, but was beaten to the point of vomiting blood.

His parents are gone.

His sister was also taken away in front of his eyes.

No one came to rescue them at all.

 The big devil repaired the melon, and these mortals were also meloned, and Huo Ping became the servant of a little devil.

Here, Huo Ping met a friend who was also a servant, a thin boy who looked honest. Because of pity for the boy's suffering, Huo Ping still shared his little food with each other even though he was going through hard times. , will help the other party with his work when he is sick... The boy is very grateful to Huo Ping and said that he will definitely repay him in the future.

After a period of time, Huo Ping began to plan to escape from here. He was going to find his sisters. He was afraid to think about what happened to them, but he would definitely find them. He would never give up on them...

Never give up.

Huo Ping asked the boy to help him cover, and he didn't need the other party to do too much, as long as he pretended not to notice him when he escaped...

But just as Huo Ping escaped the door, he was blocked by the magic cultivator.

The boy who was always taken care of by him on weekdays nodded and said to Mo Xiu, I knew he was dishonest and always wanted to escape.

Huo Ping didn't understand why the other party wanted to betray him.

Later he found out.

In the face of interests, his own good to him is not worth mentioning.

Because the boy was rewarded, he was given the opportunity to cultivate and become a human being by that demon cultivator.

‌He had one hand chopped off, cut off from the right elbow, and was thrown into the stable to die...

In the confusion, Huo Ping told himself time and time again, you can't die, you can't just die like this, if you die, who else will save them...

No one will save them except you.

He finally survived.

That demon cultivator didn't know what to do with him, so he was humiliated and tortured in various ways, a despicable servant with a severed hand, and it was very interesting to torture him.

Huo Ping accepted all this indifferently.

The only belief that supports his survival is that his sisters are still waiting for him to save them...

So no matter how painful it is, he can persevere.

Not long after, there was a fight between Fanchicheng and other islands for resources.

A monk of the right way came in.

It was a kind-looking middle-aged cultivator, with Yujian walking and fluttering white clothes. Huo Ping had long heard that there are good people in other islands, and some cultivators are willing to shelter mortals. Hope rekindled in his eyes, and he desperately tried his best. Called for help, but the other party never bowed his head, just flew over with a blank expression.

Huo Ping thought that the other party might not have heard it. He refused to give up, and called for help again and again until his throat became hoarse and he could not speak, but no one stopped.

There were a few times in the middle, when a monk looked down, Huo Ping thought the other party would stop, but he didn't...

They looked at him like a lowly ant, indifferent and meaningless.

Not worth their stay at all.

They came in because of a struggle between monks, for the benefit of resources, not to save a useless mortal.

Gradually, the light in Huo Ping's eyes dissipated, and these so-called righteous monks were no different from those demon cultivators.

In their eyes, ants are worthless.

No one would do anything to save him.

The righteous way.

unimportant.

Only quantity is important, and only by becoming stronger can you save yourself and the people you care about.

Soon the dispute was over, and the monks of the right way all withdrew. When Huo Ping's master came back, he found that the servant not only did not escape, but also stayed obediently, thinking he was a good obedient slave-slave , It seems that there is no desire to resist, and he is gradually becoming more careless towards him.

After all, no one would pay attention to ants.

Huo Ping began to secretly look for opportunities to practice.

He was willing to help the master to test the medicine, and he was on the verge of death countless times, and his body was covered with all kinds of scars, but he survived again and again.

Finally one day, when the master was not paying attention, he slashed the master's throat with a knife.

As he was leaving, he killed the boy.

Huo Ping quietly concealed himself, like a mouse living in the gutter, paralyzing his enemies with his weaklings, and then killing them. In order to become stronger, he can practice any evil power, and he will definitely become stronger... Just like this while practicing While looking for traces of the sisters.

years later.

Huo Ping was already a somewhat angry magician, and he finally got news from his sisters.

He was covered in blood and rushed into the mansion of a big devil in Fanchicheng. The other party looked at him in disbelief, unwilling to believe that he would die like this.

Huo Ping searched the whole mansion.

Finally found his sisters.

But he had come too late.

The souls of the sisters were drawn out to practice evil arts, and their bodies were transformed into female slaves. They no longer recognized him, but they were tools without souls. At this moment, Huo Ping felt that all his persistence had turned into a ridiculous joke. , Even the hardships he suffered have become worthless.

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Along the way, no one has helped him, no one has hoped for him.

He walked here on blood and corpses.

But in the end nothing can be saved.

He hates everything.

He hates the world.

Hate the injustice of fate and the indifference of human nature.

He killed all the demon cultivators in Fan Chicheng who resisted him, and the remaining demon cultivators surrendered to him in order to survive.

He changed his name to Huo Chou and became the new city owner of Fanchi City.

A ruthless and ruthless demon cultivator with no past or future, he has nothing left in his heart except hatred for this world.

Huo Chou led his men to attack other islands, and soon there was a savage and violent sound, and he became a frightening big devil.

But Huo Chou didn't care about that at all.

He does not refuse the monks who come to join him, no matter good or bad, as long as he obeys the order, he will be included under his command. Except when he goes out to fight, Huo Chou never cares what his subordinates do, whether it is burning, killing, looting or just for pleasure. None of this is his business.

He enjoys the fun of attacking the next island, watching those monks flee, watching those once unattainable beings like bereaved dogs.

See the despicableness of human nature.

act like a buffoon.

The weak are not qualified to survive, the strong can act recklessly, but in front of the stronger, they are only weak.

Only killing can make him happy.

Although Huo Chou is famous, the strong are respected, and more and more people turn to him.

Fanchi Island soon ruled a large area of ​​the Beiling Sea.

On this day, he and his subordinates killed another island. This island once belonged to a righteous sect, but those so-called righteous monks learned that he was coming and fled quietly overnight, killing those who enshrined them and hoped to be sheltered. People left, even if they knew what would happen to these poor mortals, but in the face of their own lives, the so-called monks of the right path were nothing more than that.

Huo Chou stood on the land of that island, indifferently watching his subordinates enter like a pack of wolves, driving the 'flock' without any resistance, showing a dull look.

Those people are becoming more and more cautious and fleeing faster and faster.

He used to be able to let him move his hands, but now he runs away after hearing the wind.

Huo Chou looked at the despairing mortals and raised the corners of his mouth mockingly. He used to be the same as those people, but it took him a long time and paid a terrible price to realize that there is no one in this world that can save people. Suffering Buddha.

The gods are high above, and they will not care about the life and death of mortals.

No one will come to rescue you.

Huo Chou's eyes were sullen as he strolled along the mountain road of the island. There was a mountain in the center of the island. Walking into the depths of the tree, he could see a faintly exposed corner of the temple, like a quiet paradise, but at this moment here Full of hustle and bustle.

Tranquility is broken.

A monk is at a standoff with a group of people.

The monk closed his eyes. He was probably blind. He was wearing a cassock that was washed and whitened with patches. He stood alone among the grass, but it did not damage his cleanness and beauty at all.

It was a kind of pure beauty without any aggression, as if just looking at him, he believed that there was a beautiful existence in this world, and was willing to prostrate at his feet to repent.

His face made the darkness invisible.

This is the most beautiful person Huo Chou has ever seen.

Even if the monk is blind.

There are a group of children hidden in the temple, and his subordinates are going to kill them. This monk is blocking the front, obviously trying to protect the group of children, but he is only one person, and he doesn't seem to have any cultivation, but he is only a mortal. How to protect others?

Those ferocious demon cultivators are not good people. They looked at the monks with covetous expressions. Although the monk was a man, his beauty had already transcended gender and race. Heart, fierce.

If it really fell into the hands of these guys, it would definitely be worse than death.

Huo Chou rarely became interested, covered his eyes and made fun of cruelty, walked over to the monk and said, "Go away, as long as you get out of the way, I can let you go."

He didn't intend to let him go at all.

Just want to tear off the mask of hypocrisy of the other party, it must be very interesting to see such a beautiful face submerged in despair.

The monk followed the voice and turned to face him.

Huo Chou continued to seduce and seduce: "Don't you believe me? I swear to do what I say. As long as you don't care about those children, I promise not to embarrass you."

The corners of the monk's lips lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile, and he looked sympathetic. He slowly said, "If I stay, can you let them go?"

The smile on Huo Chou's face faded and he said, "Then you know what will happen if you stay?"

The monk did not hesitate and nodded.

Huo Chou looked at the other person's face. That holy and beautiful face was not moved by the predicament. He didn't care about what happened to him, and he didn't leave anyone behind in order to survive. He didn't even have a trace of fear or fear. In front of him, he really looks like a god who sympathizes with the world.

Huo Chou has seen too many people's selfishness and indifference. Even if some people are not willing to fall, they will eventually be defeated by the fear of death. At the last moment of life, no one says that they can put other people's lives above their own.

Human nature cannot stand the test of the most.

Huo Chou suddenly took out the knife, and the tip of the knife touched instantly - at the monk's throat, the wind of the knife blew his face, and the monk's expression did not fluctuate at all...

It's ridiculous.

Could it be that he really came to save all sentient beings?

Such an unparalleled beauty, from the inside out, exudes a seductive smell, like the cleanest thing in this world, which makes the most filthy dark heart yearn.

Huo Chou stared at him for a while, then quickly put the knife back into the sheath, raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Okay, you stay, I'll let them go."

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