In the land of Donggu, there is a small town that has not been spread by the flames of war, and the sky has already floated there.

The thick snow had buried the darkness in it, and flakes of snow were like blades, cutting across his cheeks, but he still lay motionless, even blinking his eyes.

Memories of the day when they parted from the billions of streams.

"Together, the sealing array is about to be completed, and he can't be allowed to escape. ”

"Catch it alive, I want to ask about the whereabouts of the Resurrection Secret Technique. A voice full of disgust sounded in his ears.

With that voice, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in the darkness, and then pictures suddenly appeared in the mind.

When he followed the prestige, he saw that the old crow with a group of masked black-clothed people was surrounding him, and the sealing array in the other party's mouth, that is, the vitality shield around him, was now about to be completed.

"It's just that you blow it up, and you want to keep the little master and me!" he shouted angrily when he saw this, but he suddenly realized that he couldn't make the slightest sound at all, and even his actions were seriously helped.

The sudden change made Ling Ming feel uneasy for a while, but fortunately, his mind was still clear, "What the hell is going on?" Yes, by the way, it was the reversal of yin and yang that Ling'er gave me, and I was able to escape the sealing array." ”

"Ha, ha, those guys are stupid, right, Ling'er?" It was only after a few reluctant dry laughs did he begin to check his surroundings, the snow had covered most of the buildings on the ground.

The Dark Empire should be in the heat of the month now, but it is a bitterly cold winter day here, and although most people choose to stay at home or in a warm tavern, there are occasionally a few people passing by on the streets at this time.

Although they said that they had seen the underworld, they all chose to walk away as if nothing had happened. In today's troubled times, it's good to be able to fill your stomach at home, and who cares about strangers who have nothing to do with you?

Haya did not ask for help, because there was only indifference and dead silence in his eyes, his heart was closed, and the human world was already disgusting to him.

This is the conclusion that he has lived for more than a thousand years before he came to the conclusion that all human beings deserve to die!

Especially since Ling'er's death, Ming's resentment towards humans has become stronger and stronger. The former painstakingly studied the secret art of resurrection in order to resurrect the spirit. The latter is rushing to the battlefield, using the pain of the flesh to paralyze the spirit of his thoughts.

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"Eh, were you laughing just now? So you're still alive! I thought you were dead!"

Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded, and Stygian looked up at the source of the voice. It was an embarrassed little beggar, dressed in a tattered padded jacket, simple but very decent, his clothes dirty, and his face covered with dust.

"Would you like something to eat?" asked the little beggar as he took out a piece of bun and handed it to his mouth.

Looking at the bun in the little beggar's hand, the indifference in his eyes suddenly decreased by a few points, and an indescribable feeling surged in his heart.

This is exactly the same as when Ling'er first saw it. This was also the first time he felt warmth in a place other than Qianling'er.

He tried to reach out, but he couldn't move, so he could only barely open and close his mouth, chewing on a small piece of steamed bun, which seemed to have a strange taste, but he swallowed it without hesitation.

Although the snow had sunk the little beggar's calf in it, he moved with difficulty, and with each step forward, deep footprints were carved into the snow white behind him.

"Is it cold?" asked the little beggar.

Instead of answering, he asked a little weakly, "Why do you want to save me?"

"In the future, if you are still alive, I will tell you. The little beggar replied with a smile.

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There is a slum not far from the town, and if you don't experience it yourself, you won't believe that you will be dragged by a child.

Now that his life hangs by a thread, no matter how much he predicts the future, and what god calculates the heavens, it is better to eat in one bite.

In the abandoned house, orange flames burned in a pile of dry wood, and it looked like it could be extinguished at any moment.

Lying in the haystack near the fire, the little beggar had been exhausted when he dragged him in, and after making a fire, he lay down in the haystack in the distance, and fell into a sweet sleep.

When he opened his eyes, the dark pupils of his eyes showed the dazed feeling of waking up from a big dream.

What greeted me was a dilapidated room, with cracks in the brick walls around the windows, hastily nailed with only a few planks, and a cold wind blew through the cracks.

"It's so noisy!"

He frowned, his eyes turned to the corner of his eye, and he caught a glimpse of the little beggar on the side, and a crystal ball appeared in his hand, and there was a vague black shadow in it, which was the Feilai Peak that the Hundred Billion Streams and the Great Elder were riding.

"Everything is as planned, for the sake of resurrecting the spirit, you don't want to disappoint me. ”

Unconsciously, a short sword appeared in the hand of the underworld, and now it was pressed against the little beggar's neck, as if the next moment it would make the other party head in a different place.

But suddenly the dagger stopped, no, it should be said that it stopped, and he gorgeously withdrew the dagger back into its scabbard, and then swaggered through it, ignoring the rotten door.

On a white and snowy night, the land seems to be plunged into a solid color.

A cold north wind blew, rolling up snowflakes all over the sky, and I don't know where it drifted, but in this long night, it was not as peaceful as it seemed.

"Traitor, hand over the Blood Element Stone, and I can make you die a happy death. "High in the sky, more than a dozen black-clothed people with hats are surrounding an old man with similar decorations.

However, the old man was obviously seriously injured, his clothes were dripping with blood, and the long sword he was holding in his hand had cracked.

Looking at the black-clothed people around him, the old man showed a cruel smile.

After several years of investigation, he found that the Zangyue Hall was an evil organization from the Dark Empire, and its existence was extremely long, and it was impossible to trace the boss behind the scenes.

Unlike other cults gathered by ordinary practitioners who were keen on cheating, raping, and plundering, this organization was founded with a more noble purpose because it was keen to destroy the world.

The hall master of the Zangyue Hall hidden in the Dark Empire, he believes that there is a true god in this world, not the kind of god cultivated by mortals, nor the heavenly god clan who is difficult to protect himself, but a true god who controls the birth and death of everything in the world.

And the filth of the world makes these gods unhappy, and only by purifying everything can the world usher in those true gods and new life.

Now that the Zangyue Palace's plan to destroy the world has begun, although the old man said that he got in the way and stole a vital Blood Yuan Stone to escape, he was finally discovered and chased and killed.

Seeing the dozen or so black-clothed people in front of him, although the old man's heart was full of fighting spirit and ready to fight bloodily, his body was already at the end of the crossbow.

Just as the man in black was about to rush up, about to snatch back the Blood Yuan Stone, a figure suddenly appeared not far in front of them.

When this happened, everyone looked at each other.

I saw that it was a young man with long hair, because of this dark night, this sudden young man looked particularly bright.

Although he decided to spare the little beggar, he still had to fill his stomach, so he was ready to stuff his teeth with these monks who had been sent to the door.

The black-clothed man led by him, after noticing the appearance of the underworld, was afraid that it was the support invited by the old man, so he secretly looked at him, and several people drew their swords and stepped forward.

Shen raised his right hand and held the short knife high with great calmness, and saw several black and red blood streaks extending from the gem on the knife, and penetrated into the bodies of everyone present in the blink of an eye.

Then in the darkness of the night, there was an inaudible sound of sucking.

The old man was horrified when he saw this, and there was a bloodshot on his forehead. The black-clothed man at the head was also a little frightened, but he still didn't lose his momentum and shouted loudly: "Who are you?"

Ming didn't pay attention, but watched quietly, until everyone was devoured by blood, then he looked in the direction where the man in black was, and replied to himself: "What kind of person? ”

After all that had passed, Xue Ye returned to his former calmness, and now he was standing on the snow, holding a strange stone in his hand, which was the Blood Element Stone he had just found from the old man.

From this stone, I smelled a familiar smell, which seemed to be the work of art of an old acquaintance.

He released a wave of spiritual power and slowly entered the stone between his fingers, obviously the space in it was large, and the big one was almost boundless.

Because he used his spiritual power, he didn't detect the end, but he always felt that something was calling him at the end, and that voice was very eager, as if he wanted to meditate on the past, but his strength had not yet recovered, his vitality was limited, and his spiritual power was not too far away.

The world in the stone is not a black rumbling, but a wilderness, mounds of different sizes, mountains, rivers, it is like a world with all kinds of organs.

Strangely, there were no plants, not even a single grass, and the ground was so hard that it didn't look like a storage space, and his instincts told him that it wasn't as simple as it seemed, and that nothing was found here, at least not yet.

Since he can't explore the depths of the stone now, he has withdrawn his spiritual power, anyway, there will be time in the future, and he is not in a hurry.

"What a beautiful snow! Ling'er, the study of the resurrection technique has reached the end, and I will see you again soon!"

Looking at the falling snowflakes in front of him, his heart was full of surprise and joy, and his frosty face also showed a smile that he had not seen for a long time.