On the third day of June in the tenth year of Shaoxing, the Jin soldiers massacred Qingfeng Village.
When fifteen-year-old Zhao Nian was dragged out of the corpses of his parents, he only held on to three things:
Half a piece of steamed bun stained with blood, a broken embroidered purse, and the overwhelming hatred engraved in the bones.
When he was rescued into the cave by the dying immortal, he realized that this troubled world had long been controlled by cultivators——
"You can take revenge by taking the Blood Qi Pill, but your lifespan will be shortened by ten years each time you break through a level."
"If you refuse, go back and be an ant!"
Three years later, Zhao Nian stepped out of the mountains.
The left hand kneads the blood evil spirit in the body, and the right hand holds a wooden sword cut from chopped firewood.
Underground in Zhending Mansion, the magistrate built a human elixir altar with the bones of ordinary people;
At the bottom of the Taiyuan battlefield, the Jin Kingdom's imperial master was awakening the corpse dragon of Youzhou that had been suppressed in the Tang Dynasty;
In the flames of war in Mianzhou, the secret envoy of the puppet Qi turned the monks who died in the battle into puppets and rain of arrows...
Immortal Gate Zhongnan Mountain was right in front of him, but he turned around at the top of the mountain:
"Master, the Taoism you teach cannot save the common people."
"Today I use blood as a guide and hatred as a front——
Kill the demons on earth first, and then ask the immortals in heaven! "
