On the Heavenly Burial Mountain, which is covered by thick clouds all year round, it seems that the sound of thunder has become more frequent recently, and even the deafening roar can be heard even at the foot of the mountain.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

In the dark clouds, there is a person who keeps moving slowly towards the deeper part of the clouds, although he is still struck by lightning with every step, but his pace is steady and powerful, and he never stops.

No one knows how long he has been gone, his consciousness is sometimes awake and sometimes blurred, and moving forward has become an instinct of his body.

Suddenly, he felt something strange, as if it was no longer dark outside, and the deafening sound of thunder disappeared in an instant.

He opened his eyes, stunned by what he saw.

The endless green soaked his eyes, which had been filled with darkness and haze, and the gentle breeze swept through every inch of his skin, and the burning pain of the thunder suddenly vanished.

Xinghai grassland?

Fiercely shocked at the scene in front of him. Could it be that he has already walked down the mountain unconsciously? He looked back suddenly, but there was no majestic Heavenly Burial Mountain behind him, but there was a smiling young scholar standing.

"Big brother!" shouted fiercely in disbelief.

"You're doing a great job. Yang Wenxue smiled slightly and said kindly to him. "Come," he beckoned to Meng.

"Senior brother, are you already well?" Master and his old man said that I need to retrieve the holy relics of the Heavenly Burial Mountain to heal your injuries. Meng Meng was a little excited, and ran all the way towards Yang Wenxue.

"Master, don't you know the strength of his old man? The so-called Heavenly Burial Mountain Holy Relic is just to let you come and practice. Yang Wenxue said.

"I see. Meng Meng suddenly came to his senses.

"Little junior brother, you have experienced a catastrophe just now, come here to rest for a while, senior brother will take care of the wind here for you. Yang Wenxue's face is warm and warm, as comfortable as a spring breeze.

However, the fierce man who was running suddenly stopped.

"Although Senior Brother treats people kindly, he has never said such a thing as resting for a good life, he himself is always the most diligent one, for us, although he will not force cultivation, but he will not take the initiative to let people rest. ”

"You're not a big brother. Mengmeng's face turned cold.

Although that person was really no different from the senior brother, the fierce and keen intuition told him that that person was definitely not the senior brother, and the real senior brother must still be in the First Pavilion and had not woken up.

The man's face also turned cold, and then he smiled slightly, but this smile was not at all like the previous one, but full of evil spirit, which made people shudder.

violently released the thunder prison, and suddenly silver lightning surrounded his hands.

"Senior brother, do you dare to make a move against senior brother?" the man said grimly.

Meng Meng didn't say anything, he opened his bow and arrows with ease, and then shot at the man.

There seemed to be a terrible storm of thunder and lightning blowing on the grassland, and the arrows sped towards the man with a great force that had never been felt before.

However, when the terrifying arrow carrying the power of heaven and earth came to that person, it dissipated instantly without warning, and he looked at this extremely unreal scene in surprise, and rubbed his eyes uncontrollably, even a strong man in the spirit realm couldn't defuse this kind of attack so easily, right?

"In my world, you still want to use the power of thunder?" the man let out a strange laugh, and then he grabbed the void, and an identical Thunder Prison Longbow appeared in his hand.

"Give it back!" As he spoke, the man also pulled the longbow violently, and with his pull, an arrow with a brilliant silver body as if condensed by the power of thunder instantly formed on the longbow.

Ever since the man had taken out a longbow out of thin air, he had been careful and well defended. However, the moment the man shot it, the thunder arrow disappeared like the horns of an antelope.

Unseen!

Meng Meng's pupils shrank, and in an instant, he felt a huge pain coming from his left shoulder, and when he looked down, the arrow had already penetrated, leaving a deep black hole the thickness of a thumb in his left shoulder, and no blood flowed out, as if the flesh and blood were scorched by the power of thunder in an instant.

Suddenly startled, he took a step sideways, but there was nowhere to avoid the emptiness around him.

"How?" the man chuckled again, and in an instant drew his longbow again......

Meng Meng had already understood that this person's attack was simply impossible to resist and dodge at his level, even though his strength was getting stronger and stronger now, and he was getting closer and closer to that moat, but he still couldn't judge that person's attack.

Since it can't be prevented, then it is no longer guarded.

Sharply drew out the Zihua blade and rushed towards the man as fast as he could.

The man didn't care, just fired his bow at the galloping ferocity.

"Boom, boom", several silver arrows flashed like the speed of light, and all of them shot at the fierce fierce without any deviation.

The fierce rush could no longer hold on, and fell to the ground in embarrassment. He was shot through the thigh.

Indescribable pain came from the wound, tearing, burning, stinging...... It was as if that wound contained all the pain in the world. The muscles of the fierce body trembled in severe pain.

However, he did not make a sound, and he stared at the man who looked exactly like his elder brother like a wounded beast.

How could there be exactly the same person in this world, since this is not the senior brother, then the scene in front of him must be just an illusion, and if it is an illusion, why is this pain so real?

"Mengmeng, do you know why we can see this colorful world?" Meng Meng remembered the days when he practiced with the second senior sister, the second senior sister's short sword was a very rare spiritual attribute, so she would often tell Meng Meng something.

"Because we have eyes. ”

"Because objects reflect light, our eyes can see. Yin Xiaoyi said.

"So, seeing is not necessarily believing, but the eyes are deceived?"

"You see yourself in the mirror with your eyes, but you also know that there will not be two you in this world, because the eyes are just a medium, and it is here that you can really tell. Yin Xiaoyi pointed his brain with his index finger, and he looked a little arrogant.

Meng Meng was deeply impressed by this conversation, because since then, he has gradually been able to exchange hands with Yin Xiaoyi for a while.

So he closed his eyes violently, he no longer used his eyes to see the beautiful grassland and the evil "big brother" close at hand, he used every cell of his body to try to feel this world.

"Resigned to your fate?" the man chuckled when he saw Fierce close his eyes, and the longbow in his hand was drawn again, "Then go to death!" he aimed at Fierce Fierce's head.

There is no one on the other side at all!

The fierce body told him that the surrounding environment was still the top of the strange rocky mountain, and in front of him was a thing with unusually abundant spiritual power but erratic, but it was not a person at all!

Suddenly, the hairs on his body exploded, his head instinctively shifted slightly, and the thunderous arrow grazed his cheek in a flash, accompanied by a burst of burning pain, leaving a shallow black mark.

The man was stunned for an instant, completely unaware that his fatal arrow, which had not missed arrows before, would be violently dodged this time.

The fierce ferocity that had been accumulating for a long time would never let go of such an opportunity, and he just jumped from the ground and slammed the Zihua blade into the body of that thing with a thunderous force.

With a piercing scream, a violent spiritual storm blew on the grassland, and the previously beautiful and magnificent scenery suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Feeling such a change, Meng Meng finally opened his eyes. However, what caught his eye was still not the peak of the Heavenly Burial Mountain, and he was suddenly in the middle of the city.

The sights of the traffic bewildered him, and he was now sure they were illusions, but a sudden glance made him unable to take his eyes off.

On the street, a couple led a child who was only about two or three years old, and the family of three was looking at the dazzling array of goods with great interest.

Meng Meng faintly felt that the child was a little familiar.

Suddenly, there was a shrill scream and chaotic sound in the lively street, and a group of ancient Hun cavalry suddenly rushed from behind the fierce one, burning and looting along the way, and in a moment they penetrated the fierce body and came to the front of the family of three.

The cavalryman seemed to be emotionless, raised his scimitar in his hand and slashed it down.

"No!" screamed, but found that he couldn't make any sound at all, and he tried to help, but found that he couldn't move at all.

The couple was cut down in an instant, and both fell in a pool of blood.

Just as the cavalry was about to slash the boy together, the boy, who was only two or three years old, suddenly shouted in grief, and he leaped high and threw the cavalryman's mount to the ground with one punch, and killed the cavalryman with another punch!

All of them were stunned, including the fierce ones.

But the boy did not stop, and he turned to face the cavalry.

Suddenly his heart beat faster when he saw his face, and he finally understood why he had a strange feeling when he saw him before, it was his childhood self! And the person who fell in a pool of blood must be his own parents.

I don't know how long I haven't shed tears suddenly burst into tears, it turned out that it was his parents, it turned out that what the senior brother hastily said back then was so tragic.

The boy struck hard, knocking all the cavalrymen to the ground with one punch, and died a miserable death.

At this moment a leader-looking ancient Hun soldier rode up to him, and he was so surprised by what he had seen before, he rode forward, easily grabbed the child, and then carried him away.

Tears flowed violently, and he wanted to go up and check if the young couple was still alive, and he wanted to kill the cavalry and get the child back, but he stood motionless in the corpse-strewn street as if his feet had taken root.