The eastern sky, as the stars faded, the sky was gray, then from gray to clear, and then slowly white, and gradually cracked a gap near the horizon, and after a while, the gap became longer and wider, and at the same time brighter and brighter, and a few rays of light shot into the sky, breaking through the morning light, rising from the horizon...

Deep underground, Zhuo Ren slowly woke up, only to feel a sharp pain in his chest and a splitting headache. This is a world full of red, the blazing flame magma unscrupulously opened his minions, trying to wrap and cover all the areas, Zhuo Ren carefully looked at this space, there was a sea of magma and fire in all directions, just one glance, it made people's hearts beat and their souls scattered, and the next moment, all the magma touched this area and instantly shattered and fell apart, Zhuo Ren opened his mouth wide and didn't close it for a long time... After a long while, Zhuo Ren came back to his senses and quietly glanced at his side. Within reach was a rusty ancient sword, and beside him sat a crystal clear skeleton, its hollow eyes staring straight at him.

Zhuo Ren suddenly felt a creepy and looked away in a panic. Zhuo Ren got up with difficulty, turned around, wrapped his arms around his chest, and trembled slightly in control all over his body. "Strange, what the hell is this place, surrounded by flaming magma, not only will it not be incinerated, but it will also feel a little chilly, so cold" Zhuo Ren muttered for a while.

"I was obviously hit by the Yin Wind Monster, and..." After a while, Zhuo Ren half-squinted, thought for a while, and muttered, "Could it be a new illusion", thinking of this, Zhuo Ren calmed down, since others put him in the illusion three times and twice but left him alive, there must be a reason, although I don't know what others are trying to do, at the moment, there should be no worries about his life for the time being, but I don't know what happened to the madman. Thinking of Lin Feng, a touch of softness flashed in Zhuo Ren's eyes, and then he suddenly became a little cramped and worried.

"That's it, let's think about ourselves first," Zhuo Ren thought helplessly. Then with a solemn expression, he took out a dark green disc from his arms.

A fluorescent light still shimmered faintly, and the position of the hour hand was exactly what was in front of him.

"This, this is" Zhuo Ren pointed along the nebula disk, and stopped his gaze at the rusty ancient sword. Staring at the broken sword in amazement, he relieved himself after a few breaths, and stepped back with a fearful face, the gap between the nebula disk and the fluorescence was faintly alienated.

"Qiang"

As if sensing Zhuo Ren's fear, the ancient long sword let out a screeching sound, and then a yin wind flew out of the long sword, and disappeared in a flash...

Zhuo Ren looked at this scene straight, his tense expression eased slightly, and his retreating steps couldn't help but stop, staring at the nebula disk, at this time, the disk was gray, the faint fluorescence was not flashing, and the entire disk did not have any light overflowing...

"This disc seems to be able to sense the Yin Wind Monster, as if it has already left" Zhuo Ren stared at the Nebula Disk, secretly glad in his heart.

Zhuo Ren didn't dare to be careless, and sat on the ground with a vigilant face, looking at the nebula disk in his hand with a deep gaze, and looking up at the surroundings for a while.

"Now that we're gone, why does the illusion still exist?"

After a long while, Zhuo Ren was sure that the Yin Wind Monster was not around, and wondered in his heart. Stunned, Zhuo Ren put away the disc and got up to walk towards the rusty long sword. This is a broken sword that can no longer be broken, the sword body is pitted, rusty, the hilt is also tattered, almost broken, the tip of the sword stands on the ground, a thick layer of black debris, Zhuo Ren reached out and touched the hilt, countless rust fell down...

At this moment, beside the crystal clear skeleton, an illusory old man appeared looking at him upright.

Zhuo Ren didn't realize it, and was trying to draw his sword to see if he could break this illusion, in his opinion, the Yin Wind Monster came out of this broken sword, and this broken sword may have a means to get out of here. Zhuo Ren gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands and slammed it hard.

"Oops" Zhuo Ren sat down and screamed in pain.

"Hum..."The sword buzzed off the ground. Zhuo Ren sat on the ground, looking at the broken sword in his hand with a blank expression. I saw that the hilt of the broken sword began to become illusory, and a large piece of black rust on the sword body began to fall off, and after a while, the color of the broken sword changed from black to white, from white to bright, and the whole long sword instantly became bright...

Zhuo Ren looked at all this blankly, and suddenly his face turned red. The hands holding the sword also began to tremble, and the palms gradually oozed fine sweat, and then the broken sword became heavier and heavier, and with a "bang", the broken sword fell out of his hand and fell to the ground, and a large piece of rust turned into dust powder.

Zhuo Ren stood up with palpitations, and kept holding his hands, letting go, holding them, letting go. There is more and more sweat in the palms, and the feeling of detachment is getting heavier and heavier.

"Don't you want to be so unlucky, what the hell is this place, I want to leave" Zhuo Ren's eyes were slightly red, and a touch of sourness flashed at the corner of his mouth, "Woo... After all, he was only a half-grown child, and he had experienced too many strange things this day, and he finally couldn't bear it at this moment, so he collapsed and sat down heavily, sobbing in a low voice!

An illusory figure appeared in front of Zhuo Ren's eyes, stretching out an equally illusory hand and gently covering Zhuo Ren's head.

"Child"

A faint voice came. Zhuo Ren suddenly stopped crying, and his hair stood on end. Just now, he felt someone touching his head.

"Who, who's talking" Zhuo Ren said loudly as he looked around with a shocked face.

"Child, the old man has no malice," the faint voice came softly.

Zhuo Ren looked at the sound when he heard it, and he didn't know when it was above the bones. There was an illusory, looming old man. The old man had a long beard and a long gray robe, and was looking at him with a gentle face.

Zhuo Ren looked the old man up and down for a moment, and found that he didn't make any movements, just stood so straight, and the illusory figure was faintly clear. After a moment of silence, he said, "You brought me here, madman, what is your purpose?"

The illusory old man just smiled, did not speak, and slowly stretched out a hand, breaking off a black ring on the right finger of the skeleton. Then he raised his head and shouted softly into the sky: "Phantom"

A cloud of mist came in response to the sound, and appeared in front of Zhuo Ren in an instant, turning into a gust of yin wind and submerging into the bright white long sword. The white long sword instantly became slightly illusory, and the bright white light was gradually covered by a layer of dark red, exuding an extremely terrifying aura. The dark red sword turned into a dark red light and rushed towards Zhuo Ren. Zhuo Ren was invincible, only to feel covered by an unprecedented scorching instant, and after a while, Zhuo Ren was wrapped in a dark red light.

"Ahh Ahh

Zhuo Ren's pain was unbearable, and his already scarred body was even more shaky.

"Plop"

Zhuo Ren's face was as earth-colored, and he fell to the ground on his back, and the terrifying dark red light burned every pore, every vein, and every drop of blood in his body. His whole body was red, his clothes and hair were burned...

After a moment, the dark red light slowly dissipated, and Zhuo Ren stopped rolling, his limbs curled up, and he looked languishing and dying...

The moment the pain completely dissipated, Zhuo Ren suddenly felt full of energy, the sharp pain in his chest disappeared inexplicably, the feeling of splitting headache was replaced by refreshment, and the previous feeling of cold, sleepiness and hunger was swept away.

Zhuo Ren secretly smashed his tongue, and slowly got up to look at the illusory old man who was smiling and groaning on the side. He bowed his head and saluted with a wry smile: "Thank you, seniors, but I don't know what seniors mean" Although the voice was not loud, it was neither humble nor arrogant.

Although Zhuo Ren was tortured just now, he felt better than ever, all the discomfort disappeared, although he didn't know why, he also knew that he would definitely benefit a lot from it, at least this injury that he thought would take at least a year to heal, and he would recover in a while. However, Zhuo Ren also clearly understood that these pains were also given by them before.

"Child, the old man has no malice," the illusory old man said slowly. The old man's lips didn't move, but Zhuo Ren still heard the faint voice from before, and he still said the same words as before.

Zhuo Ren's heart was shocked... There were no words, half-squinted eyes and pondered..."I'm just an ordinary peasant boy, and I don't seem to have what others want, why..."

"Child, put on this Night Soul Ring, you understand everything" A faint voice came, and then a black ring suddenly levitated in front of Zhuo Ren's eyes.

This is a dark ring with an all-over body, except for the black glow, there is no difference, and it is not remarkable at all.

Zhuo Ren thought about it, took it calmly, and put it on his finger. Looking up at the illusory old man suspiciously.

The bones were empty, and there was still an old man. At the same time, a powerful soul aura emanated from his hand, instantly rushing towards Zhuo Ren's mind, and the powerful soul wandered in every corner of his mind.

Zhuo Ren has no power to resist and gradually loses consciousness...