Twenty or thirty miles east of Diqiu Town, there is a low hill, and in a certain valley, more than a dozen masked men with tigers on their backs are surrounding a teenage child, who is Zishang. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Seeing the outfit of this group of masked thieves, Zishang guessed that they should be members of the number one bandit group within a radius of eighty miles, the Emperor Soul Army.

"I'll go! Those three people turned out to be from the Emperor Soul Army? Could it be that that mysterious weapon shop is also the property of the Emperor Soul Army?" Zishang secretly said in his heart that he was unlucky.

On the surface, Zishang looked at these people, but he didn't see the appearance and characteristics of the Qi Refining Realm martial artists, and he was slightly relieved in his heart, but he still greeted them with a hippie smile.

"Hey, a few masters stopped me...... What's the matter?"

"Less, hand over everything of value, or ...... Hmph!" said the man with the machete at the head of the mountain, with a fierce look.

"It seems that the leader of these guys is him, he should be the strongest!" Zishang thought in his heart, looking him up and down intently, but he was too tightly covered to judge his strength from his posture.

"If that Xuanqi shop is in league with them, it will be miserable, and the strength of my Body Refining Nine Realms will inevitably be exposed. If not, then they probably didn't hear the conversation at the beginning. ”

Zishang carefully guessed and analyzed the situation of the enemy and the enemy, and calculated the breakthrough plan.

But on the surface, Zishang still pretended to be pitiful and said, "This master, I'm only ten years old this year! How much do you think my little kid will have?"

Of course, the leader of the big man didn't believe it, and snorted coldly: "Hmph! I want to be fooled by your grandfather? Don't think I didn't hear Old Man Mo's words! The sword he helped you identify is a top-grade [human mystery weapon]! Hurry up, hand over your sword and the belongings on your body! Grandpa, I am a martial artist of the Eightfold Realm of Body Refining! This sword will go down...... Hmph!"

As he spoke, the leader put the sharp machete against Zishang's neck.

These words made Zishang completely relieved.

First, the mystery shop is not in league with them. Second, this group of people did not know the strength of the sub-merchants. Thirdly, the most powerful of them is only the Eightfold Realm of Body Refining, and there is great hope for breaking through!

Just when the merchant was about to create an opportunity to escape by surprise, he only heard a loud shout.

"Phew!"

The black-clothed men and the merchants were shocked and looked towards the place where the shouting came from.

Not far away, eight men in green shirts rushed quickly with guns, and one of them shouted: "Little brother, don't worry, we are here to save you!"

Seeing that the other party was menacing, the black-clothed men immediately gathered and retreated.

When the leader of the Han was about to take Zishang hostage, Zishang suddenly grabbed Dahan's knife with all his strength, and then took the machete into the air, turned around, and slashed at Dahan's neck.

After all, Dahan is also a martial artist in the Eightfold Realm of Body Refining, and his reaction is not slow, and in the face of the threat of death, he used all his strength to dangerously clamp Zishang's knife.

Zishang, who was in the air, quickly pulled out the [Zhanchen Sword] and picked it up casually, cutting through the palm of the big man, cutting several tendons, and even cracking his hand bones.

The big man in black was in pain and fell back two steps. At this moment, a silver spear flew with a "boom" and pierced his right leg and calf, and the big man himself even heard the bones "click", and then his face turned green with pain!

However, before he could shout, Zishang brandished the [Zhanchen Sword], and when he landed, a sword pierced his throat.

The big man stared at him, his face was frightened, and his whole body trembled, but he couldn't make a sound, and his consciousness gradually blurred. As Zishang drew his sword, his eyes went black and he fell to the ground.

Looking at the black-clothed man lying on the ground who was already dead and breathable, Zishang was a little confused.

This is the first time he has killed someone!

On the ground, the frightened and unwilling eyes of the black-clothed man before he died, as well as the blood that flowed from the blood hole in his neck, all stimulated Zishang's nerves.

There was a huge sense of fear and guilt in his heart, and his whole body trembled violently, and he even couldn't hold the [Zhanchen Sword].

Fear and guilt hit his consciousness, Zishang's face turned pale, his lips turned slightly purple, and a layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

The big men next to them were hesitating, whether to take the opportunity to kill Zishang or escape, when the eight young men had already arrived, brandishing the silver spears in their hands, and in a short time, they killed them all.

The man who had drunk and threw the silver spear before, seeing that Zi Shang's situation was wrong, patted him on the cheek and shouted loudly.

"Hey, little brother, are you okay? What's wrong with you? Hey, handsome little guy! Hey, you're talking!"

Zishang was awakened, looked around, and saw that the ten or twenty people had all turned into cold corpses, and when Zishang came into contact with their desperate and frightened eyes, the nerves that were already nervous and frightened could no longer support it, and he passed out.

Seeing this, the eight young men were stunned, looked at each other, and felt a little funny, and they all guessed that Zishang was afraid that it was the first time to kill someone, so they just smiled.

After looting the limited possessions of the robbers, he took the merchant with him.

……

I don't know how long it took, a dreamlike starlight emerged in the depths of Zishang's consciousness, and he couldn't tell whether it was red, green, blue, or purple, maybe several colors would go.

Starlight gently wrapped around Zishang's soul and slowly seeped into his consciousness......

Suddenly, Zishang's soul eyes suddenly opened, and his consciousness instantly awakened, only to see a magical starlight in front of him, Zishang's eyes could see clearly, but he could never present a complete picture in his mind and could not remember.

Then the stars shifted, and Zishang felt dazzled and dizzy, but he couldn't close his eyes, and could only let the changing starlight stir his consciousness.

Just when Zishang was about to hold on, he suddenly touched the ground, as if he had fallen from a high altitude, but he hit the ground with his face first......

Zishang's soul struggled to get up from the ground, rubbing his face that was about to fall, and looking around.

The surrounding area is desolate, like the desert Gobi. There was a dead old tree standing next to him, but it gave him a feeling of loneliness, gloom, and solemnity.

It's like a general fighting in an army of millions, and when the war is over, he suddenly finds that he is the only one left alive on the battlefield.

It's a feeling of sadness, awe, and even ...... Somewhat familiar.

The place where Zishang appeared was a sand pit, and when he climbed out and looked around, he was stunned again.

Surrounded by an endless desert, the remnant sun is like blood, staining the desert and the sky red......

Millions of soldiers lay on the desert, some of them buried by the wind and sand.

Ten steps in front of Zishang, a river of blood had solidified and dried up for the most part, and obvious blood stains could be seen next to it, which was extremely dazzling......

Along the river of blood, the "tributaries" connected the corpses of the warriors, but the merchants could not see their faces clearly.

The ruined chariot was buried in the sand, the broken weapons were still in the hands of the warriors, the broken banners fluttered in the dry wind, and the air was filled with lingering blood......

The oppressive atmosphere made Zishang almost crazy, and he didn't understand why he came to such a ghost place without knowing why.

He ran like crazy, fell again and again, got up again and again and continued to run, knowing that he could no longer run, and fell completely in the yellow sand, and the corpse of the warrior whose face could not be seen was still beside him.

The battlefield is too big......

Suddenly, Zishang calmed down, I don't know why, suddenly he didn't want to struggle, looking at this former battlefield and now the cemetery, there was no trace of turmoil in his heart, so he sat quietly like this......

It's like the dead wood in the distance......

Gradually, he couldn't remember who he was...... Can't remember what happened...... I don't remember why...... Not even remembering that you are a person......

Maybe a hundred years have passed, maybe a thousand years have passed, Zishang in an extremely quiet state suddenly sighed, his right hand naturally moved, and he found a buried stone tablet.

The stele reads: "Lethe......