On the plains, the wind howled, the smoke and dust billowed out, and the sound of gold and iron was loud, irritating people's eardrums.

There was a muffled sound, and a figure covered in blood flew upside down, scratching shocking marks on the ground.

The man lay motionless on the ground like a dead fish, and blood foamed from his mouth. The black clothes on his body were already in tatters, and his upper body was almost **, and he was scarred all over his body, and there was no intact place.

On the other side, the tall flame spirit phase turned into wisps of crimson heavenly flame and dissipated, and the figure of the desolate sky appeared, approaching the black-clothed man who slowly fell from the sky and walked more than ten zhang away step by step.

"What, this won't work?" Aratian patted the dust on his sleeve, and looked at the man in black who was limp and motionless on the side with his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Ahem......"

A strange cough sounded, and the man in black, who was originally dead, suddenly moved, and bursts of black smoke began to rise from his body. A surprising scene happened, some of the shocking scars on the black-clothed man had begun to recover, and only a shallow scar remained in a few relatively shallow wounds.

"This ......" Araita held his chin, his eyes full of thought.

"The Mo family, the art of resurrecting the dead, really lives up to its reputation. ”

The man in black propped himself up with his hands and slowly stood up, his face heavy, and his pale face became even paler, like a dead man. Although he has exhausted all his means, he still has no choice but to be desolate, but he was embarrassed by the other party, and he almost hated it.

Although the Mo family is famous for their healing arts, it cannot be denied that they also have something unique in terms of attack. If you take it lightly, the result can only be that you will be a good man again after eighteen years.

sat and watched the barren sky, calmly and unhurriedly, and kept pressing the man in black from beginning to end. Although the clothes were somewhat torn, there were no injuries on the whole body. I have to say that the strength of the desolate sky has indeed reached a terrifying level.

The experience of lying down and swallowing the pain came to mind, and after many years of darkness and fear, now I finally saw the dawn and got the rewards.

"The people in the wasteland are really strong. The man in black praised without hesitation.

"You know me?" asked Araita with an eyebrow.

"With such a divine flame, apart from the wasteland, I really can't think of anyone else who can control it. ”

"It is worthy of being a member of the Mo family, and his knowledge is really extraordinary. In that case, why should Your Excellency be embarrassed? As far as I know, there is no festival between the Wasteland and any of the forces in the North Star!"

The man in black laughed, and said with some cold words: "The wasteland really has nothing to do with our Mo family. ”

"Then why bother?"

"That being said, the past is not an enemy, and that does not mean that the future will not. What's more, now that you and I are on opposite sides, you can blame yourself for meddling. The man in black had a cold look in his eyes, and he raised his hand and took out a delicate dagger that was as black as ink.

The dark light flashed, and a murderous aura arose spontaneously, and the chill was pervasive. Like the autumn surging and the cold wind at night, people can't help but stand on end, and their hearts are full of fear.

Wisps of murderous aura spread out, brushing his face, stinging like thousands of sperm needles piercing his body. The cold and obscure aura clouded the heart, and the strange feeling actually had the effect of disturbing people's minds, and it was as strong as a desolate sky and lost consciousness for a moment.

"It's a little similar, but it's a little different. Desert muttered to himself.

It is true that the aura of the dagger taken out by the man in black is a bit like a shadow, but if you feel it carefully, there is something different.

Although they all give people a cold, chilling and awe-inspiring feeling, the ominous feeling given by the shadow is not reflected in the dagger of the man in black. The power is not inferior to the shadows that the desolate sky has encountered, and those methods seem to be surpassed.

Powerful spiritual power fluctuations came, shaking the void and humming. The pitch-black dagger was wrapped in monstrous power, and it could not be endured, and the surrounding aura converged into streams pouring into the black dagger, and endless killing intent was ready to be released.

"Boy, you're very talented. There is no one in the younger generation who can compare with you, and no one in my life has ever seen you as supreme. If you are on par with me, even if I pour out all this last resort, I may not be able to endure you. ”

"However, there is no fairness in this world. Sometimes, even if your talent is far inferior to you, cultivating the Tao early, and cultivating to overwhelm you is the so-called advantage. ”

"In the next life, be a nosy person. ”

The man in black said this in a cold tone, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes, urging the pitch-black dagger to levitate above his head, spreading out circles of inky ripples.

"Before you do it, can you tell me what deal your Mo family and Shadow have made, so that I can find out!" Aratian took a deep breath and sighed.

The man in black was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, and black lines spread on his body, which was very weird.

"I'm not an unkind person, so let you die and understand, and let you be a ghost on the road. ”

Huangtian's face was indifferent, and he looked at the man in black with a look of victory in his hand at this time.

"Since you are from the Wasteland, you must know the Dark Realm!"

"The Shadows, you mean the Origin of the Shadows?"

"Haha, are you kidding? The Dark Realm is the origin of the Shadows? It seems that you only know a little bit about it, and sure enough, the Wasteland has lost its past glory. No matter how top-level the power is, if it is separated from the Heavenly Domain, it will still decline!"

"The Heavenly Domain, the center under the stars, that legendary place, our Desolate Domain was once a force on the Heavenly Domain?"

The Desolate Clan has produced an emperor, and the Desolate Universe is also a leading figure of the era, with these two Desolate Clans, they should also be in the middle of the sky, and they should be ranked among the Heavenly Domains. However, in the memory of the desolate sky, he had explored the clues in the ancient books of the desolate region, but there was no record that the desolate region had ever been based in the heavenly realm.

Of course, he also asked about this old antique, but every time he either avoided answering or changed the subject.

So when he determined from the man in black that the wasteland had indeed belonged to the Heavenly Domain, he felt a little mixed in his heart for a while.

"Don't you even know your own history? Haha, it's ridiculous, young people nowadays are always so ambitious, and they want to know other people's affairs before they have figured out their own affairs. Seeing the contemplative look of the desolate sky, the man in black showed a sarcastic look on his face.

"You're off topic!" said Arathia in a deep voice, a hint of displeasure on his face.

"Haha, you want to know, this seat will make your death clear. The man in black smiled strangely, "The shadow is just a creature that has fallen into the dark starry sky, and the real creature of the dark realm has really appeared." And the person who helped them get the power of the underworld is our Mo family......"

Wasteland gasped, and for a while he had a lot of thoughts.

Who would have thought that since ancient times, the creatures under the stars and the creatures of the dark world have experienced countless collisions. It is the interweaving of blood and bone that has brought about the temporary tranquility of the scene.

The ancestors threw their heads, spilled their blood, and fought hard for the glimmer of life for their backs. But there are people who are willing to fall behind their backs, throw themselves into the darkness, and go to the opposite side of the starry sky.

As he imagined, these people were nothing more than degenerates who were no longer optimistic about the starry sky and sought to survive, or they were just some degenerates who sought strength and threw resources into the darkness.

Give up the humiliation and glory of your body, betray your own history, and abandon everything you have carried.

That is to say, more than ten years ago, that night on Broken Moon Mountain. Mr. and Mrs. Huang Ziyan were attacked by the Fallen under the stars.

This result is not unpleasant. It is equivalent to being betrayed by former comrades-in-arms and back-to-back people, and that feeling is uncomfortable no matter who it is.

"I didn't expect that the origin of the shadow would be like this......" Huang Tian was speechless, and his eyes were a little trance.

"Alright, everything that needs to be said has been said. Boy, in the next life, choose a good family, and don't get caught up in this unfathomable battle again. ”

After speaking, the man in black raised his hand and made a move. The voice of the gloomy and obedient voice was loud, and the black dagger was wrapped with a deep torrent of spiritual power, crisscrossing like black tentacles.

Without saying anything, he shot directly in the direction of the barren sky, as if he wanted to cut off his head directly.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing that the barren sky was still stunned, his eyes were a little sloppy, and he seemed to have accepted his fate in this situation. The man in black had a hideous face, and he did not hide his smugness.

Swish.

With a loud thunderclap, flames rose up, crimson symbols flew all over the sky, and streams of magma rushed out of the ground and rushed straight into the sky. The temperature of the magma was so high that the ground around it melted away, absorbing everything into it, and the air suddenly boiled hot.

The black dagger came in a blink of an eye, and the desolate sky raised its head violently. But at this time, his eyes flashed with endless essence, and his black hair stood upside down and turned extremely red, and at the same time, the corners of his mouth hooked up a confident smile.

"Not good!"

The man in black chuckled in his heart, and suddenly began to feel uneasy.

I saw that the pillars of flame that flourished from the ground gradually converged, as if twisted into a thick rope.

A high dragon roar sounded, and a huge dragon head poked out of the clouds.

The dragon's round eyes glared at it, its sharp fangs and long flame breaths, and it bit down on the menacing black dagger.

The pitch-black dagger was obviously unwilling to be restrained by the dragon, and trembled desperately, the pitch-black light on the surface flickering on and off, flashing back and forth with a deep light.

On the other side, I saw a red gourd slowly floating from Huang Tian's waist, which was the Nine Palace Gourd that Huang Tian had just successfully cultivated.

The Nine Palace Gourd was suspended in front of the barren sky, shining brightly, flashing with the violent fluctuations of spiritual power. Huangtian's eyes were blazing, and he said softly.

"Get out of the fire, Tatsumaki!"