In the sky, black raindrops continued to fall downward.

On the black and ruined cliffs, there were a few wisps of solemn fishy stench, and the wreckage was stained with the black of rain, and it was all over the iron-like soil, which made people feel disturbed.

A figure dressed in white walked slowly in the mud of the mountains, and the black rain fell, but it could not be contaminated, and quietly slid away from its side, forming fine lines.

The burial mound is not only a burial, but also an injury.

Zhou Ming stretched out his hand and closed his eyes slightly, trying to catch the heavy raindrops outside him, but unexpectedly, a fishy wind blew and blew the water droplets into the bottom of the cliff.

He lowered his arms and looked at the black clouds in the sky, and the yellowing memories in his heart couldn't help but come to mind.

Once upon a time, this burial mound was still the same as before, the sun and the moon shine together, and all things are quiet.

However, it is now a barren and scattered place.

Even this rain is dyed with a strong yin and evil atmosphere.

He sighed, his body shook, and he came to a peak with a flat rock, stretched out his hand and brushed the lines on it, only to see a piece of stone chips falling, revealing two clear words on it, "Wenxi".

These two characters are beautiful and fine, not complicated Taoist texts in the spiritual world, but two small Chinese seals.

After so many years, these two words have not been eroded by the years, and what is displayed in front of Zhou Ming is as if it had just been carved back then.

The remnant sun is setting obliquely, and a full moon hangs high in the sky.

The sun and the moon reflect each other, illuminating a quiet place in red and white, which is intoxicating.

"I'm in the devil's way, you don't need to save me. ”

A figure dressed in black turned his back to a long oblique shadow, and said indifferently.

"I'm not trying to save you, I'm just hoping that you won't be so evil and depraved and murderous. ”

A woman in a plain skirt hugged this indifferent figure from behind, her eyes were red, and a little tears fell, just like the drizzle today.

It's just that what lands is a piece of crystal, not the pure black things in the sky.

The long sword in the black figure's hand fell to the ground, standing on the dirt, and under the light, it pulled out a slender shadow.

The woman also put down the long sword in her hand and hugged the figure in front of her tightly.

The two long swords leaned against each other, and under the dusk, the two figures overlapped in one place.

"My name is Luo Xi, you and I met in the burial mound, so it is fate, you can call me Xi'er. ”

The woman was clinging to the back of the figure, her voice trembling slightly.

The figure let out a long sigh and said slowly, "Chen Ziwen, I am a sword cultivator. ”

The woman paused for a moment, tears already wetting the figure's clothes. She asked a vague question: "Sword cultivation?"

At this time, she already understood that he was not willing to let go of everything, live with it, and die with it.

"That's right, Jian Xiu. ”

The figure's eyes drooped slightly, and he whispered.

"Ruthless fate, no Taoist couple, two sleeves of fresh breeze, is it for sword cultivation?"

The woman's hands tightened and tightened, and this sentence showed her suspicions.

"Hahaha! The sword cultivation is pure, and he can't be blush. ”

The figure suddenly laughed, as if mocking himself, but the sadness in his eyes could not be hidden.

The woman had made up her mind, hugged the trembling figure, and did not relax, she called softly: "Then I will be good for you to be red-faced?"

"It's not good, you and I are born to restrain each other, and we can't die well. ”

Tears were streaming down the cheeks, and his fists were clenched.

"It doesn't matter. ”

The woman's voice was soft, "Whether you are a human or a demon, I will be with you for the rest of my life." ”

The figure gradually became clearer, turned around, felt sentimental, stretched out his hand to hug the Yiren in front of him, but unexpectedly, a wisp of cold wind blew, and the person in his arms turned into a wisp of soft smoke and rose into the sky.

"Luo Xi ......"

Zhou Ming was short in his arms, he looked up at the sky, and two lines of tears flowed unconsciously.

In this life, he will not let the tragedy of the previous life happen again, nor will he let the people he loves leave him.

The cause and effect of this life are all in him, let's make an end.

Zhou Ming was obsessed, his feet rushed, rushed to the edge of the cliff, and jumped down.

"Boom!"

Zhou Ming fell into the cold and biting deep stream water, and his whole person seemed to have been eroded by the cold for ten thousand years, and a thin layer of frost formed in his flesh and blood.

He used his yin and yang mana, dispelled the yin and cold in his body, and got up from the deep stream.

He walked onto the damp stone path, leaned against the cliff in front of him, and shook his head with great difficulty.

I didn't expect that it had only been a thousand years, and the yin and evil under the cliff of this burial mound had actually increased so much, and over the years, I am afraid that there were many spiritual cultivators who were not afraid of death who came to send them to death.

Zhou Ming let out a sneer, and his divine sense swept out, wanting to find the place where he had fallen into the demon in this lifeless evil land.

When he was chased and killed by the Sword Sect, Chen Ziwen fell into the bottom of this cliff to be able to regain his life, near this deep stream, he found a cave with an unusually strong evil spirit, this cave contained two million-year-old Yin Souls, these two Yin Souls were extremely powerful, and with his cultivation in the infant realm at that time, he was not their opponent at all.

In this desperate situation, Chen Ziwen used the supreme sword intent hidden in his soul to pierce these two yin souls with one sword, swallowed them on the spot, and then used the exercises to refine.

He didn't know what the consequences would be after refining these two Yin Souls, at that time, the strong desire to survive took over, and he didn't have time to think about these at all, he only knew that if he didn't refine these two Yin Souls, his life would be in danger.

These two yin souls are too powerful, and by mistake, Chen Ziwen's sword sect heart method went wrong, resulting in the reversal of the exercises, and all the spiritual elements in the dantian were poured out.

Chen Ziwen knew that the reversal of the exercises was irreversible, and he would be wrong, so he turned the evil energy in the dantian into his own use and suppressed these two yin spirits.

In the end, Chen Ziwen had been entangled with these two Yin Spirits for two months, and the evil energy in the dantian had completely replaced the spirit element he had cultivated before, and it had become a strange Yang energy.

And these two yin souls couldn't resist Chen Ziwen's domineering energy after reversing the exercises, and slowly turned into his spiritual energy and dantian demonic energy.

After Chen Ziwen went out, his heart changed greatly, and he went to the Chaos Netherworld Continent to join the Nine Ghost Demon Sect and became a generation of demons.

At this point, he also took one of the energy he cultivated, the Pure Yang Demon Demon.

Zhou Ming used his divine sense to look around the deep stream, his footsteps moved forward, and a yin wind blew, and his whole person almost stood unsteady and fell to the ground.

It is not a wise move to use divine consciousness in such a place where yin and evil are deep, once the yin and evil things invade the soul of Zhihai along the spiritual power, Zhou Ming will definitely find death.

However, the mana in his body now has the attribute of pure yang demonic evil, and in the face of these yin and evil, he can resist a few points.

But the energy in his body began to drain gradually, as if he had been sucked away by something. Otherwise, the gust of wind just now blew, no matter how fierce it was, it would not have made him almost fall.

Zhou Ming raised his head and looked at the darkness in front of him with difficulty, only to see that there was something faintly in the darkness, as if it was faintly flowing.

A faint warning of danger suddenly rose in his mind.

"Poof!"

Zhou Ming's attention was a little sluggish, and his right side was instantly cold.

His mind moved, and he saw an arm on the ground.

A tingling pain came, Zhou Ming's pupils contracted, and dark golden spiritual blood spurted out from his empty right shoulder, and the heart-rending pain made half of his body spasm.

Zhou Ming's hair rose all over his body, rolled on the spot, and picked up his arm.

"Boom!"

Like the sound of some sharp object cutting across the ground, Zhou Ming's consciousness trembled, and he suddenly found a long-haired monster with fangs and claws rushing towards him.

"Damn it!"

Zhou Ming still didn't know that he was affected by the yin and evil under this deep stream, and his spirit was softened.

He clenched his left hand into a fist and blasted upwards with all his might, and a terrifying fist rushed out and slammed into the monster, knocking it out and falling into the cold and piercing deep stream beside it.

Zhou Ming immediately got up, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, bit the tip of his tongue, spit out a mouthful of essence blood, condensed the Yin and Yang Escape Method, and disappeared in place in the blink of an eye.

He didn't want to care where this monster came from, and he didn't want to feel the danger around him anymore.

Zhou Ming now only felt a feeling of weakness and powerlessness in his body, and he knew very well that in this state, if he didn't find a safe place, he could only die at the bottom of the cliff.

The continuous use of fantasy realization before had consumed a lot of his spiritual power, and he had already run away in a hurry before he had fully recovered his spiritual power in the cave of Cangran Divine Continent.

Because he understood that the people of this Nine Heavenly Palace would most likely find their hiding place in a short period of time, and in this case, he would not dare to stay in a certain place for too long at all.

In this extremely poor state, Zhou Ming used the escape method all the way, and the physical strength and mana consumption were very huge, plus he used two fantasy realizations to avoid Gu Bin's attacks, his mind had already reached the limit, and if he encountered any danger, it was very likely that he would not be able to save his life now.

Divine consciousness frantically probed in this deep stream, Zhou Ming's speed remained at a critical value of his own, shuttling endlessly at the bottom of this boundless cliff, trying to find his original hiding place.

When Zhou Ming's consciousness was about to blur, his divine sense found a black cave covered in moss on a mountain wall in front of him.

Finally, it's here.

Zhou Ming held his broken arm in his hand and rushed over desperately, wanting to enter this shelter where he had saved himself.

However, just as Zhou Ming was about to reach the entrance of the cave, a behemoth crawled out of the cave.

This is a human-faced monster covered with sharp thorns, its huge head with two swarthy eyes staring at Zhou Ming, and its sharp mouth seems to grin to the root of its ears, revealing a touch of humanized mockery.

The lower body of this monster is very strange, like several human bodies put together, and the black spots on it exude strange fluctuations, which makes Zhou Ming have a faint headache.

Human-faced ghosts!

Zhou Ming took a deep breath, stepped on his feet, and stopped in the cold water that didn't reach his ankles.

The human-faced ghost is born in a place where the evil is strong, and when the evil in it reaches a certain level, it will manifest itself and become a terrible human-faced ghost.

This kind of evil creature usually feeds on evil things, but when it sees a living thing, it will become ferocious and become extremely bloodthirsty.

Moreover, once the human-faced ghost gives birth to spiritual intelligence, it is extremely difficult to deal with, to this extent, the human-faced ghost does not have a single immortal in charge, and it is simply impossible to kill it.

[Do you want to buy Infinite Recovery Pill?]

The voice of the system echoed in Zhou Ming's mind.

"Yes, buy. ”

Zhou Ming stared at this human-faced ghost and gave an order in his mind with his mind.

Infinite Recovery Pill: It can restore the energy consumed in the cultivator's body an unlimited number of times within three minutes, and can also be used when the cultivator is in a state of energy deprivation. Fantasy value: 5000.

Zhou Ming's mind moved, and suddenly there was a crystal clear pill in his hand, and when he looked closely, this pill seemed to contain golden lines that were difficult to see with the naked eye.

When the human-faced ghost saw the elixir in Zhou Ming's hand, he seemed to foresee something wrong, and as soon as his twisted arm was raised, a sharp blade suddenly pierced through the space and stabbed towards Zhou Ming.

Hurry!

The speed of this sharp blade was faster than lightning, and the moment Zhou Ming swallowed the elixir in his hand, this sharp blade pierced Zhou Ming's body and nailed him to the rugged cliff behind him.

"Wow!"

Zhou Ming spit out a large mouthful of dark golden spiritual blood, and his internal organs were all impacted.

Feeling the sluggish vitality in his body, Zhou Ming endured his almost blurred consciousness and shouted in his mind, "Fantasy reality".