The faint candlelight was still swaying in the cold wind, the light and shadow on the wall waved his arms like a demon who chose to devour people, the wood lay on the snow-white soft collapse, looking at the plum blossoms in the vase, his mind was trying to move his toes, he seemed to feel the soreness coming from the calves, these feet had not felt for a long time, and on the face of the wood, his chapped and pale lips finally showed a miserable white smile, which was rare for him.

For many people, it is a pleasure to be able to fly freely in the sky, but flying is not an easy task. Ordinary monks can only walk in the sky after the "Breaking the Dao" realm, but there are exceptions, the monks of the Sword Sect can walk with the sword as long as they infuse their spiritual power into the sword after the "stepping on the void" realm. For demons, this is much easier, just like snow demons, they are born with the ability to fly, just like people can walk freely on land, flying is their instinct.

Before stepping into this small building of Merlin, the wood is able to fly in the air, and his flying speed and skills are not worse than the snow demon, he is just an ordinary monk, he can't even condense the spiritual power in his body into the Yuan Dan; he is not a snow demon, he has no flight instinct, but the wood can fly freely outside the lost city like a bird, why is this?

Outside the small building, there is no trace of snow for a long time, and the colorful flower path has long since withered, only the withered yellow flower branches in the cold wind are withering, lonely and desperate. The blood-colored waning moon sprinkled a cold red glow, shining on this dry and gray land, making it more and more strange and silent. The once fragrant plum trees were devoid of the flowers, and only shriveled and thin branches were left, on which were perched the blood crows crawling out of the pile of dead bodies, and sometimes one or two desperate hoarse chirps. This small building, in the neighing of the crows, is like a lonely tomb, surrounded only by the cold breath of death.

The oil lamp on the windowsill never seemed to go out, and the wick kept beating and burning until the end of time. Lonely buildings, corpse piles, blood crows, death, are these all punishments that Xue Wu has given herself! Wood smiled bitterly, he put away his empty and stagnant gaze, and climbed up from the soft collapse very slowly.

The wood was trembling and trying to stand, but his body and arms danced like newborn children, as if he were learning to stand. Wood stood so steady, he hadn't stepped on solid ground for a long time, and for a moment Wood felt like an invincible swordsman, with pride in his chest. It's just that when he looked at his feet, his eyes were full of gloom, and he didn't know how to step in the void. Because, Lord Xue Wu, the palace master of Yichun Palace, had already connected the hamstrings of his feet, and the wood could no longer fly in the void like a snow demon.

Wood is not a snow demon, but Snow Dance is, and in the snow demon clan, her witchcraft is difficult to find opponents, she once privately picked off the hamstrings of the wood's feet, so that the tendons and veins of his whole body rushed to the top, and transformed his body into exactly the same as the snow demon, so that he mastered the flying ability in the snow demon clan. It's just that Xue Wu didn't expect that Mu Tou would desperately retrieve the Snow Wolf Clan's Seven-Rank Demon Spirit Beast Pill, begging her to take back the hamstrings, Xue Wu has always wondered if this kind of fool would not accept anyone's favor.

Wood has a very bad habit: he doesn't want things that are not his own, even if someone else gives it to him. For a person with an arrogant personality like him, he must have very few friends and must be very lonely, and he can't imagine that he can live in the Lost City for so long.

The lonely sword, the lonely person, the lonely wind blows the lonely building, and outside the lonely building, there is a lonely person.

Inside the small building, the burning oil lamp gradually went out, and the small building was swallowed up by the endless darkness in an instant, and as far as the eye could see, the infinite coldness and darkness filled the world, and the blood crows let out a long and terrible scream on the dark branches, as if they were paying tribute to the dead. In the dim world, Mu raised his eyes to look at the desolate blood moon in mid-air, his eyes were full of loneliness and despair, he tiredly pulled out the long sword that had long been rusted at his waist, and roared unwillingly in his mouth, but the sword moves in his hand slowly changed from rusty to sophisticated, and then to refined, and then, his sword swinging movement became slower and slower, slower and slower, until it stood still. It's just that the long sword in his hand slowly emitted a dazzling white light, and the sword qi around him became more and more vigorous, until it drowned him in the dazzling light. When the light was about to fade, the wood in the white light waved the blazing long sword in his hand at will, and when he landed, this dark heaven and earth seemed to be torn apart from the void by a white light sword the size of a thousand zhang, and it was writhing and trembling uneasily......

With a "choking" sound, the long sword was unsheathed. The red moonlight shone lonely on the cold earth, reflecting the long figures on the ground, and the wood dragged its tired and heavy steps towards Merlin. Behind him, the corpses of cold blood ravens were strewn with their blood-red claws unwillingly twitching on the cold earth......