Endless wilderness, no end in sight.

On each stretch of the road, the boy would stop and watch for a moment, the wilderness was too wide for anything else to be seen along the way.

Until nightfall, the boy was still in the wilderness.

The boy sat on the spot, holding his knees and not knowing what he was thinking, until the morning light broke through the darkness and he continued on his way.

The scenery was too singular several times to make the boy think that he had strayed into a maze, but this thought was dissipated as soon as it was generated, and there might not be a magic circle in this world that could trap him.

Sunrise and sunset three times, and all this finally changed.

In the early morning of this day, a bell shook in the distance, breaking through the morning fog, although it was very rhythmic and random ringing, but it sounded no less than the sound of heaven in the young man's ears.

He quickened his pace and walked in the direction from which the voice had come from.

With the morning light, pushing aside the morning dew, Xiao Wu saw the source of the bell. Hanging from a curved branch, it makes a sound with each shaking of the branch. The branch was in the hands of an old man, very old, and had to pause for almost every step, so that the bell rang out rhythmlessly.

The young man's eyes lit up, and he could sense that it was just an ordinary person, who had no cultivation and did not resemble a refining body. Since there are people, it means that there is a way out here.

He ran up and ran towards the old man.

When the two were ten feet apart, the old man noticed the young man, his cloudy eyes shone with a glimmer of light, and the wrinkles on his face were also lighter in an instant, he stretched out his hands, and his rickety body also stretched out a lot, and the wooden branches kept shaking, making a more sparse bell.

The old man was even more excited than the teenager.

"It's weird. The young man had doubts in his heart, and his pace of running slowed down, but the distance of ten zhang was indeed not far away, and after a few breaths, the young man stopped in front of the old man.

"Uh...... Ah......" The old man's expression was still excited, but his voice was too unpleasant, like a wind blowing through an old well that had been dry for a long time, and more like a doorway that had not been turned for a long time.

The boy frowned, and before he could speak, the old man began to cough violently, so hard that the boy could not speak.

The old man's cough was painful, and it didn't take long for blood to come out, and his throat, which had been dry for a long time, was soaked with blood, and he began to try to speak.

"No... I didn't expect..."Maybe because he hadn't spoken for too long, the old man's voice was intermittent, and finally he said a complete sentence, "I didn't expect to see a living person, hahaha!"

When the young man heard this, his fiery heart gradually calmed down, the old man hadn't left here for a long time, could he not get out?

"Isn't there any other living person here?" asked the young man.

"And then!" the old man suddenly shouted, and threw the branch in his hand at the young man.

The boy instinctively took the branch, and the old man couldn't help laughing again, causing another cough, and coughing up some blood. But there is no pain in the cough at this moment, only freedom and joy.

The boy couldn't help but look at the wooden branch in his hand, it was usual, some places had cracked, and he could crush it with a little force, and even the bell hanging on it was very usual, tinkling non-stop.

"What are you laughing at?" the young man asked the old man suspiciously.

The old man's laughter grew smaller, "Since you have taken this wooden battle, you need to know something. ”

"There are endless dead buried here, and only this bell can keep them to sleep. All you have to do is keep walking here and keep shaking the bell. ”

The young man looked puzzled, "Why am I doing this?" and threw the wooden stick at the old man.

The old man looked calm, "Since you received this wooden battle, it has been tied to your life, and you can't throw it away." ”

As the old man said, even if the young man's five fingers were open, the wooden battle was still firmly attached to the palm of his hand, like an invisible rope binding it.

"If you can throw it away, I can naturally throw it away!" The young man did not believe in evil, and kept waving his hand, and the wooden battle changed from his left hand to his right hand, and from his right hand to his left hand, but he could not fall.

"I can leave it behind because I'm old, I've been abandoned by it. The old man shook his head, said no more, and was about to turn and leave the place.

The boy asked behind him, "What if I leave with it?"

"You can give it a try. The old man glanced back at the boy, "But you can never leave here." ”

The young man's eyebrows furrowed, "Then I'll destroy this harmful thing!" He grabbed the wooden stick with both hands and slammed it hard, and the rotten branches creaked, but they didn't break.

He had to look at the wooden battle in his hand again, it was too ordinary, there was no formation pattern and no aura, which also showed more and more that it was extraordinary. The young man let out a cold snort in his heart, and there was a sigil circulating in the palm of his left hand.

Click!

The wooden battle was broken.

The old man hadn't gone far, and naturally he heard this sound, and in his cloudy eyes, the black pupils kept contracting, as if he thought of something extremely terrifying, and a look of horror instantly crawled all over the old man's face.

The old man started running as soon as he started, and although he was old, his speed at the moment was not much slower than when the boy walked briskly.

......

Above the white clouds, the sky is outside the sky, and the stars are like the sleeves of the clothes.

It's a pity that it's daytime now, and you can't see the wonders of the stars on your sleeves, but the gorgeous pavilion shrouded in clouds and mist is like a heavenly palace, which is enough to make people marvel and be amazed.

In one of the palaces, a young girl sat by the window, holding up a beautiful face with her hands, her expression was full of loneliness and boredom, and even her obsidian eyes were much darker. Although this scenery is rare, anyone who has watched it for more than ten years will feel bored.

At this moment, a trace of surprise crossed the girl's eyes, and she suddenly sat up straight, and her whole face became vivid, more beautiful and moving.

......

After the wooden battle broke, it no longer adhered to the boy's hand, and the boy fell to the ground. When the young man saw the old man start running, he didn't care much, and ran in the direction of the old man's escape.

"Please take me!" The young man's speed was much faster than the old man, and in an instant, he threw the old man far away, and the old man couldn't stop chasing and begging.

The young man ignored him, he had just deceived himself, and it was already good that he didn't go to him to settle accounts, how could he help him again?

Suddenly, the earth began to shake.

The young man's heart was shocked, and he sensed that there was a desolate aura spreading under the earth, like an ancient beast that could not be fathomed.

The ground shook even more, and the ground was overturning, and many cracks spread in all directions, threatening to engulf the boy. The boy had to retreat until he was next to the old man.

The old man was already on his knees, trembling all over.

The young man looked up again at the front of him, where there was a large tomb.

It was so huge that the tip went straight into the sky, two or three miles wide, like a small mountain. Without that equally large stone monument, no one would have considered it a tomb.

The amazing thing is far more than that, there is a sound from this large tomb.

The dead can't speak, and the place where the dead should be buried, but now there is a living existence, and the voice said, "Who broke the soul suppression wood?"

The voice was very angry, the old man trembled even more, he pointed to the young man on the side, and even his voice was trembling, "It's him." ”

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