Tang Yuehua suddenly coughed violently.
A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth and splashed on the gorgeous carpet.
She tilted her body and fell heavily to the floor.
Vision gradually becomes blurred.
The second before she lost consciousness, there was only one thought left in her mind.
Qin Feng's Diary said that several people escaped from the back hill.
Those few people are the last bloodline of the Clear Sky Sect.
You must live.
The mountains are blocked by heavy snow and the wind is howling.
In a dense forest dozens of miles away from the Clear Sky Sect ruins.
Several figures were trudging through waist-deep snow.
These are five people.
The leader was an old man with a broken arm. He was wearing the robe of the Clear Sky Sect inner door deacon. Most of his body was stained red with blood.
Following him were four teenagers.
The two older ones among them are the most outstanding geniuses among the three generations of disciples of the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Long and Tang Hu.
The remaining two were younger, their faces full of tears and fear.
The old deacon was leading the way, holding a dark iron box wrapped in black cloth tightly with one arm.
The moment they saw the front mountain square being smashed by Qin Feng, the old deacon decisively gave up resistance and took the most talented seedlings to escape from the secret zipline in the back mountain.
When leaving, the old deacon rushed into the ruins of the sect master's hall and snatched the box from the secret compartment under the tablets of the sect masters.
"Grandpa Deacon, I won't run away! My dad is still in front! I want to go back and save my dad!"
Tang Hu suddenly stopped and turned around to run back.
His eyes were red, and tears mixed with snot were frozen on his face.
When he was escaping just now, he saw with his own eyes that his father was punched in the chest by that Qin Feng. The shock and grief made him lose his mind.
The old deacon turned around suddenly and strode up to Tang Hu.
He raised his remaining hand and slapped Tang Hu hard on the face.
The crisp slap sound was particularly loud in the silent Xue Ye.
Tang Hu was beaten so hard that he staggered and fell into the snow. Two bloody teeth came out of his mouth.
"Go back and die!" The old deacon pointed at Tang Hu's nose and yelled.
"Your father, your grandfather, and hundreds of people in the entire sect! They are all trying to buy you time with their lives! If you die, Clear Sky Sect will really be in trouble! Are you worthy of the wave of energy that your father fought so hard to block for you!"
Tang Hu covered his face and cried loudly in the snow.
Tang Long stepped forward, held Tang Hu's shoulders, and pulled him up from the snow.
Tang Long's eyes were also red, but he gritted his teeth and did not let the tears fall. The knuckles made a crunching sound due to the clenching, the skin and flesh were broken by the pressure, and blood dripped on the snow along the palm prints.
"What's the use of crying! Can tears kill people? Can they kill that monster!" Tang Long shouted at Tang Hu.
"Save your life and remember today's revenge! One day, we will cut that Qin Feng into pieces with a thousand knives!"
Tang Hu stopped crying, bit his lip, and nodded vigorously.
The old deacon sighed, looked up and looked around.
The wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger. If they don't find a place to take shelter, they will be frozen to death in the deep mountains if they are not killed by Qin Feng.
"There is a cave ahead. Let's go there to rest for the night. We will leave this mountain immediately at dawn tomorrow."
The five people supported each other and walked into a hidden natural cave.
It was very dry in the cave. Tang Long built a fire with the surrounding dead branches.
The jumping fire disc player dispersed the severe cold around it.
Five people sat around the fire, and no one spoke. The atmosphere was so oppressive that people could not breathe.
The old deacon placed the black iron box in his arms on the ground.
After groping for a while with his one arm, he found the mechanism at the bottom of the box and pressed it hard.
There was a soft "click" sound.
The black iron box popped open.
All four teenagers' eyes were focused on the box.
They thought it would contain the precious Soul Bone passed down by the sect, or the powerful Hidden Weapon blueprint.
But the box was empty except for a yellowed sheepskin scroll.
The old deacon carefully took out the scroll.
"The old sect master promised before his death that this box must not be opened until the sect's survival is at stake." The old deacon's voice was trembling.
Tang Long comes closer.
By the light of the fire, he saw the writing on the scroll.
That was a handwritten letter from the previous sect master, the father of Tang Xiao and Tang Hao.
The content of the scroll is not long, and it records a history that was deliberately concealed by the senior officials of the Clear Sky Sect.
Tang Long read it word for word.
"My father Tang Chen, level ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo. Everyone in the world thought that he failed in seclusion and went west. In fact, it was not the case. Back then, in order to find an opportunity to break through the hundredth level and become a god, my father went to the far west of the mainland alone, a place called Slaughter City The location of. This place is extremely dangerous. It is extremely easy to enter and extremely difficult to get out. My father once said that if you are not sure of becoming a god, you will never take a step out of Slaughter City. If future generations encounter the disaster of annihilation, they can send the clan's children to bring the tokens to find it. If you can ask my father to come out of the mountain, you can ensure that the sect's incense will never be extinguished."
After reading the last paragraph, the entire cave fell into deathly silence.
All four teenagers were stunned.
Great-grandfather Tang Chen is not dead!
The Ultimate Douluo who led Clear Sky Sect to glory, who overpowered the entire Soul Master World, and even Spirit Hall Qian Daoliu had to shy away from.
Still alive!
Tang Hu stood up suddenly. The decadence and despair just now were swept away, replaced by fanatical hope.
"Great-grandfather is not dead! As long as we find great-grandfather, as long as he comes forward! Who is that Qin Feng! No matter how strong he is, can he be stronger than the ninety-nine-level Ultimate Douluo!"
Tang Long was also trembling with excitement.
He looked at the old deacon. "Grandpa Deacon, where is the Slaughter City mentioned above?"
The old deacon took a deep breath.
"That's a cursed place. It's on the westernmost side of the continent. It's rumored that it's a paradise of sin. It's full of extremely vicious people who are wanted by the major empires and Spirit Hall. You can't use Soul Skill there, and you can only rely on the most primitive killings to survive."
"Almost no one inside can come out alive."
The old deacon looked at the four young faces in front of him, unbearable flashing in his eyes.
What is the difference between letting these young people who have not experienced much hardship go to a place like Asura and die.
"I'm not afraid!" Tang Hu said loudly.
He wiped the dried blood on his face, and his eyes became as fierce as a hungry wolf.
"As long as I can kill Qin Feng, as long as I can avenge my father and grandfather, even if it is the eighteenth level of hell, I will go and try it!"
The other two younger disciples also clenched their fists and nodded vigorously.
Tang Long looked at the simple route map attached to the back of the scroll.
Keep the road map in your mind.
"Grandpa Deacon, we have no retreat." Tang Long said firmly.
"The sect is destroyed and all our relatives are dead. If we don't find our great-grandfather, we will have to hide like mice for the rest of our lives."
"Let's set off now. As long as we still have breath, we must walk to Slaughter City."
The old deacon looked at these four teenagers who had grown up in an instant.
Tears flow freely.
He stood up, rerolled the parchment scroll, and put it into his arms.
"Okay. Since you are not afraid of death, then the old man will risk his life and send you to the entrance of Slaughter City!"
Five people walked out of the cave.
The snow outside stopped. The dark clouds dispersed, and a cold waning moon hung in the sky.
They stood halfway up the mountain and looked back in the direction of the Clear Sky Sect.
The place had turned into a sea of fire.
The orange-red flames burned half of the sky into blood. Thick smoke billowed up, as if it was a funeral for the once arrogant sect in the world.
Tang Long looked at the sea of fire.
The image of Qin Feng's understated punch and the tragic death of his father in the square came to mind.
"Qin Feng." Tang Long gritted his teeth, chewed up the name and swallowed it into his stomach.
"You saved our lives today. It was the biggest mistake you made in your life."
"Wait until we find our great-grandfather. Sooner or later, this blood debt will be repaid with your life."
Tang Hu added coldly from the side, "I want to cut off his flesh piece by piece to pay homage to the sect's heroic spirit."
Five figures turned around.
Facing the biting cold wind.
Towards the western end of the continent, we embarked on a desperate journey to find Slaughter City.
Three months later.
The far west of the continent.
Yellow sand was flying all over the sky. The strong wind rolled up the rough sand and stone and hit people's faces, causing small bloody cuts.
A remote and desolate town appeared at the end of the wind and sand.
Most of the buildings in the town are made of gray-black stones. Not a single soul can be seen on the streets. Only the tavern in the center of the town with two worn-out red lanterns is still open for business.
A gust of wind blew by. The dilapidated wooden door of the tavern was pushed open.
Five ragged figures supported each other and stumbled into the tavern.
It was the orphan Clear Sky Sect who traveled from the Heaven Dou Empire all the way to the far west after three months of escaping.
The leading old deacon was so thin that he lost his appearance. The wound on his broken arm had not been properly treated, and black and yellow pus was oozing out. The putrid smell dissipated as soon as he entered the door.
The four people Tang Long and Tang Hu who followed him had long lost the vigor they had as talented disciples. Their robes were torn into strips, their faces were covered in mud and blood, and their eyes were as alert as frightened beasts.
It's very dark in the tavern.
More than a dozen tables were filled with people. Most of these people were wearing black hooded robes, exuding a strong smell of blood and undisguised murderous intent.
Seeing the five old deacons walking in, the drinkers stopped talking. Dozens of pairs of greedy and malicious eyes stared at them.
"Outsider?" A strong man with a scar on his face grabbed the wine glass on the table, took a sip of the turbid liquid, and asked in a hoarse voice.
The old deacon ignored the strong man. He used his only remaining hand to protect Tang Long and the others behind him, and walked straight to the wooden bar.
There was a waiter in a black tuxedo standing behind the bar.
"Five cups of Bloody Mary." The waiter took out a rag and slowly wiped the blood on the table without looking up.
"I don't drink that stuff." The old deacon slammed his withered money bag on the bar, "Let's find the entrance."
The waiter stopped what he was doing. He raised his head, with a strange smile on his pale face.
"If you want to enter there, you have to understand the rules here. Only after drinking Bloody Mary will you be qualified to go down."
The waiter snapped his fingers. The counter at the back popped open, revealing five transparent goblets. The glasses were filled with thick red liquid.
That wasn't wine at all, but fresh human blood.
The old deacon looked at the five cups of human blood and his eyes twitched violently. He looked back at the weak Tang Long and Tang Hu behind him. These children had not had a full meal for several days. If they drank this kind of human blood of unknown origin, they would definitely die on the spot.
"I'll say it again." The old deacon's voice suddenly rose, and an astonishing momentum burst out of his withered body.
Yellow yellow purple purple black black black.
Seven Spirit Ring instantly rose from the soles of his feet. Clear Sky Hammer the size of a water tank appeared in his left hand.
"Open the entrance for me!"
The old deacon hit the bar with a hammer. The hard solid wood bar and the wine cabinet behind it exploded on the spot. Wood chips and glass particles flew everywhere. The waiter was thrown away by the huge air wave and hit the wall hard, vomiting blood.
This loud noise ignited the powder keg in the tavern.
"You old guy looking for death!"
The scarred man roared angrily, pulled out a rusty machete from under the table, and strode towards the old deacon.
The other drinkers also showed off their weapons. Martial Souls of various colors and shapes shined in the dim tavern. These people are all extremely vicious desperadoes, and their favorite thing is to kill the outsiders Soul Master.
"You guys leave quickly!" the old deacon shouted, stuffing the black iron box in his hand into Tang Long's arms.
The seventh black Spirit Ring on the old deacon's body lit up. Martial Soul Avatar turned on. The huge Clear Sky Hammer carried the strong wind and directly hit the scarred man who rushed over first. The strong man with his knife was smashed into a puddle of flesh.
The stone slabs on the floor of the tavern could not withstand this level of force and collapsed.
A huge black hole appeared in the center of the hall. The cold wind mixed with the strong smell of blood poured up from the entrance of the hole.
"Jump down! Remember your mission!" The old deacon pushed Tang Long with all his strength.
Tang Long held the black iron box, gritted his teeth, and took the lead to jump into the bottomless black hole. Tang Hu and two other young disciples followed closely behind.
The old deacon turned around and faced the dozens of fallen people rushing up alone.
His Soul Power had long been exhausted during the long journey. Facing the overwhelming attack, he only swung three hammers.
Before the fourth hammer could be raised, three swords pierced his chest at the same time. A spear penetrated his abdomen.
The old deacon spurted blood from his mouth. He held the hammer handle of Clear Sky Hammer tightly and blocked the collapsed hole with the huge Martial Soul Avatar.
"For the sake of the sect..."
The old deacon yelled out these four words with his last breath. Then he was chopped into pieces by the swarming degenerates.
In the underground passage.
Tang Long The four of them rolled for a long time in a downward sloping slide, and finally fell heavily on a hard stone ground.
It was pitch black all around and I couldn't see my fingers.
"Grandpa Deacon didn't come down..." One of the youngest disciples said with a cry while rubbing his shoulder that hurt from the fall.