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It turned out that Ding Long's mother's name was Sun Xiang, and she was originally a concubine in a mansion. Unfortunately, less than three years after her master moved into her house, the old master fell sick and died, but raised a son, named Ding Long.

Sun Xiang had been favored by her husband and hated by all his wives. Therefore, after the death of the old master, the ladies had bribed the accountant in the house, and with two hundred taels of silver, they had sold her to an outsider, a wild man named Qian Zhenhai.

For the past four years, poor Ding Long had lived under the tyranny of his stepfather, who had beaten him up and scolded him. His pure heart had been filled with ruthlessness and ruthlessness since childhood, and he hated Qian Zhenhai to the point where he couldn't even eat his own flesh.

At last he left the house, like a fool, unaware of the cold or the pain, and walked on, one step at a time.

The midnight wind was like an arrow piercing his skin, sending shivers down his spine. He looked up at the mountain and thought:

"I've often heard people say that there is a temple on the mountain, and that immortals live there. I'll go find them and beg them to give me Immortal magic to kill everyone who bullies me!"

With that thought in mind, he used both hands and legs to climb up the mountain.

After about midnight, he climbed to a rock hill.

If one looked up the mountain again, they would see a pitch-black expanse. There were dead vines intertwining with each other, and wolf howls could be heard. Ding Long was only seven years old, yet upon seeing this situation, he was so scared that he began to cry.

At the same time, his entire body was almost frozen. He climbed behind a large stone to block the piercing cold wind. His mind was filled with fear and hatred. He thought:

"I'm probably going to die …"

At that moment, he suddenly heard a low chant that drifted into his ears along with the wind. It frightened him so much that he shivered. When he listened carefully, there was indeed the sound of intermittent breathing.

The next moment, he couldn't help but look towards the source of the voice. He discovered that the sound was coming from behind a large rock not far away.

The cold night and the hell-like world scared him so much that he didn't dare to cry anymore.

A moment later, however, he heard the faint sound of the moan again, and a few coughs from time to time. Now he could hear it clearly, it was definitely not a ghost, but a person.

He thought, "Could it be that there will be someone else on the mountain in the middle of the night?!" How could this person be more pitiful than himself?! "

When he thought of this, his voice trembled as he shouted, "Who's there?!"

That person ignored him and continued snorting. After a long time, he finally heard the person snort: "You … Who was it?! Fast past... "Come!"

When Ding Long heard this, his spirits were lifted. He hurriedly walked to the back of the big rock. At this time, the moon had already come out from behind the dark clouds and shone like silver moonlight on the person under the rock. Ding Long felt the scenery and cried out in fear, "You, you, you …" Is it a human or a ghost?! "

Under the moonlight, this person was actually a strange person. His face was as black as ink, his lips were red like fire, his hair was in disarray, and a goatee was scattered beneath his cheeks. He was small and thin, wearing a black daoist robe.

After he heard about Ding Long's culture, his eyes suddenly opened, shooting out two rays of strange light. He smiled sinisterly and said, "Nonsense …" Eight, if I wasn't... The wild beast was severely injured, but not beaten to death … "You little devil, you can't …"

He closed his eyes and hummed.

Ding Long took a step back due to the strange man's killing intent. He wiped his nose and said: "You're injured?! Where was the injury?! "I'm injured too …"

The strange man feebly opened his eyes and looked at the beggar before him. As expected, he was naked and riddled with injuries. He could not help but sigh and say,

"Brat, you're too … Come... You are slightly injured, so you won't die … "I'm different now …"

Ding Long looked on dumbfoundedly for a while before nodding his head. "Alright! Let me help you up, we'll go down the mountain and look for a doctor … "But I don't have the money …"

As he said this, he limped over to the strange person. After this strange person allowed him to approach, he suddenly reached out his hand to clasp onto his pulse. Ding Long immediately felt his entire body go limp.

Just then, the weirdo coughed and snorted, "Brat! "Listen …"

"My leg has been bitten by a snake, I can't move it, but my hand can still move it, do you want to live or die?!"

"I can't die!" Ding Long said harshly.

"Can't die?!" Good! Unless I save you, you will definitely not live past tomorrow. But if you do anything to me, not only will I help you, I can also help you with it and take you in as my disciple. Are you willing?0

Ding Long's heart froze. He looked at this strange man's right foot. It really was as big as a bucket. He knew that this man was speaking the truth. He coldly said:

"Speak, what do you want me to do …"

Fate was just such a wonderful thing.

From then on, the young Ding Long embarked on the path of cultivation.

However, Ding Long's heart was full of hatred, but his heart had already been twisted. His heart was filled with darkness.

So, after he reached adulthood, not only did he kill his own master, he also returned to his hometown. He killed all his family members as well, and that became his fiendish title.

"How dare you look at my memories!" The next moment, Ding Long suddenly woke up.

A mad roar resounded. A terrifying might once again exploded from Ding Long's body.

However, at this moment, Chen Yu's eyes were brimming with confidence.

"Ding Long, although you are strong, I already know the flaw in your heart. Do you think I will still be afraid of you?!"

After he finished speaking, the Heartdevil Sword in Chen Yu's hand actually released a ray of illusion.

Streams of Sword Qi burst out around Chen Yu's body, as though they were illusions.

In the blink of an eye, the entire space had become colorful and dream-like.

An invisible pressure rushed towards Ding Long from all directions. Ding Long only felt his body stiffen as if he was locked up by an invisible hand, unable to move at all. Only his brain was still clear!

Ding Long maintained his previous posture, his eyes fixed on Chen Yu!

Everything around him seemed to stand still, like a holographic figure. Time seemed to stop, creating an indescribably strange scene!

Ding Long was horrified. Crunch, cough, he wanted to squeeze out even the slightest sound from his throat. However, it was as if there was no medium in the air. It was terrifyingly quiet.

The fear in Ding Long's eyes was like a tree vine that had been watered with life catalyst, growing crazily, covering everything!

Chen Yu did not move, he only watched coldly!

The chilliness in Ding Long's heart was even colder than the coldest ice in this land of extreme cold!

Chen Yu's gaze was like a sharp ice blade, piercing through the weak defense in Ding Long's heart, instantly destroying the life in his heart.

Ding Long desperately wanted to close his eyes!

A black hole expanded outwards quickly with Chen Yu as the center.

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