The remnant sun was like blood, staining half of the sky red. The sky was a dark blue, a striking contrast to the half-red sky. At this moment, on the border of the cold night, in a corner of the Forest of Ten Thousand Demons.

The wind, the cold wind, the manic wind, came from the heavenly dome and headed for the unknown. It swept and swept, but it couldn't shake the black clouds over the forest.

The Forest of Ten Thousand Demons is so vast, there is a high mountain out of thin air in this small corner, but it seems very ordinary, except for disturbing some demon beasts, it can hardly cause any too huge impact on the demon beasts here.

The smell of decay and ruin permeated this forest. The sky above the mountain is already pitch black, black mist, surrounding the mountain, if anyone stands outside the mountain at this moment, they will feel frightened.

The mountain, along with everything about it, was dead. It was a dreary, dreary feeling. It was a depression that was enough to make the monk who was not in a high mood collapse immediately.

This mountain, standing here, is dead silent. But if you choose to walk into the mist, you are choosing death. In the mist, there are murderous souls who have experienced the greatest injustice in the world and have been fundamentally changed.

"Darkness and dawn,

You and I are both upside-down sobriety and loneliness.

That's the flower of memory,

Blooming in the midnight of joy ,

Each of us holds a sporadic lone lamp,

Walking in such an eternal night........."

On the top of the mountain, Bai Ye stood on the dry ground, and in front of him was a grave. One piece, without the grave of the owner. The First World War ten years ago was so tragic that it was impossible to identify the real owner.

At this moment, in the white night, his lips were buzzing, and he was chanting softly, reciting the poems left by the second generation of killing emperors.

Now, he suddenly has a different understanding, which may not be in line with the original intention of the second generation to kill the emperor, but this is the inspiration that this Taoist poem gave him.

Man, born like rain, born in the sky, died on the earth. This is a lifetime, and it is also a reincarnation. When you come from the darkness, should the mood of facing the dawn be the first awakening from a big dream after a deep sleep, or the joy of returning to the light?

In the misty fog of the cycle of rotation, what is the light that guides you forward? This lamp, many people find it, many people don't.

However, many people have no lamp and have come out of that fog, and many people have lamps but have fallen into eternal perdition.

............

Stretch out your hand, seal it, and sacrifice the flag.

Bai Ye silently completed this set of procedures, and the whole process went smoothly. When the cold mountain wind swept across his cheeks again, everything in the mountains changed.

Pieces of dry bones flew out of the grave. Bai Ye closed his eyes tightly, but there was a strong slight glow in the heavy pupils. He was reminiscing, reminiscing as he pleased, recalling this life, when he was a child, everything around him.

From grandma, uncle, aunt to playmates in those misty years, familiar smiling faces appeared in his sea of knowledge, but they disappeared in a flash.

As time passed, the dry bones, more and more, flew out of the dirt and hovered in the air. They swirled, black air currents emerging from the four bone flags that rose into the air.

The air flow swirled the dry bones, and in the wind that sounded like a devil crying, a little bit of dry yellow dust fell off the dry bones. It is the trace of the bones of the tribesmen sleeping in the soil of the mountain, the old marks engraved by the years.

The red mist evolved again in the white night's sealing. At this moment, although the air is still filled with the breath of oppressive pain, decay and decay, it is much moister.

"A hundred ghosts in the night, the gods of dusk. In the fierce wind like a ghost crying, Bai Ye roared angrily, raised his arm, opened his mouth, and showed a fang. After two breaths, black and white demon blood flowed from his two arms.

Two lines of blood, dripping on the cracked earth.

The terrifying black lines of the Dao Dao evolved and emerged in the blood of Fan Li's demon that turned into black blood, and then imprinted on the top of the mountain. Until the top of the mountain, in the land of the chaotic grave, a grimace of smiling and crying emerged.

At this moment, there were cries, laughter, shouts of killing, and begging for mercy......... It all sounded, resounding throughout the mountain, in the forest within a radius of ten miles.

The four-pole white bone flag, trembling wildly, drops of scarlet blood, dripping from the flagpole. The sweet smell of blood and rancid smell filled the entire mountain.

In the black mist, countless figures appeared. Their bodies were both real and illusory, their faces expressionless, their eyes numb.

They are the clansmen of the Bishan tribe. The old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, men and women. They walked, among the dead maple trees, on the cracked earth.

They opened their mouths wide and let out a silent roar. The whole scene looks extremely weird and absurd. The figures of the iron riders manifested under the white bone remnant flag, and their bodies were also real and illusory.

The difference is that they just ride their horses and stand in place, while the people of the mountains are wandering, galloping, and even climbing.

Their soul bodies emitted a deep and strange red glow. The red glow enveloped them, and it guided them, and it guided them towards the iron riders.

At this moment, what Bai Ye didn't know was that behind his back, the golden-red pattern on the other side became extremely clear, manifesting from behind him.

"It's ........."

The white night was silent, and he saw a touch, no, it was a piece, a large patch, boundless red, red and vivid, as clear as blood.

It was a sea of flowers. A sea, a sea of flowers on the other side. At this moment, a strange aroma permeated the tip of the nose of the white night. It is the breath of Manjushua, which does not belong to the world.

At this moment, he opened his eyes, which had been closed. Heavy pupils, revert to their original black. He looked around, kept searching, just because, in the breath of the flowers on the other side, he smelled a wisp of her breath.

It was the breath of Mo Yexue, and that breath was different from what he saw now, and it belonged to that period of time. Obsession, turned into a fire, frantically burning in the pupils of the white night.

"It's her, it has to be her, why, why ......"

Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, but they were a mixture of black and white. He searched, and moved frantically in this sea of flowers on the other side.

One, two, three......... It wasn't until a few hundred breaths had passed that Bai Ye suddenly let go of his thoughts of constantly looking for the woman in red. He knew that he was lost, but he was still unwilling.

This feeling is like a raging fire burning in the heart, which cannot be extinguished or burned. He wanted to find, to find that figure, and he knew that it was an opportunity, an opportunity to save the real her.

But he couldn't find it—he couldn't get any answers. Finally, a painful roar brought his thoughts back to reality.

It was Bai's voice, which sounded at this moment, but it was extremely poignant. Bai Ye looked up, but saw that she was pounced on the body of a cavalryman, devouring and biting like a demon beast, like an evil ghost from hell.

Bai Ye took a step and bent down, trying to help her up. However, the moment his hand touched Bai's, it passed directly through his body.

"Grandma'......"

The white night was silent, completely silent. He stepped back and looked at the entire top of the mountain, which had turned into a hell on earth. But as a sorcerer, he knew that this was a hurdle to salvation.

Only with blood for blood and tooth for tooth can this salvation be considered complete. In the sound of devil crying, Bai Ye raised his head and looked towards the sky. There, there was a blood-colored circular spell mark.

The feast of ghosts and gods, reversed. At the root of it, Bai Ye knows that there is still a battle waiting for him, and since it is a reversal, then what he has to do next is to fight with the so-called ghosts and gods.

It will be a negotiation, to be exact. When the resentment of the clansmen subsides, he needs to fight the so-called ghosts and gods, and use the remaining flesh and soul in the four remnant flags as bargaining chips to trade with the ghosts and gods in exchange for the power of reincarnation of the clansmen.

And the transaction has always been carried out under the condition that the strength of the two sides is equal. Therefore, this is destined to be a crazy idea, if it succeeds, he will successfully redeem the souls of all the people in Bishan.

If he fails, he will fall, and from now on, there will be no one in the white night. However, while waiting in the white night, a figure quietly appeared from behind him.

Red clothes and green silk, the face of the world, cold and gentle, invincible. It's exactly what Mo Yexue looks like. However, she knew that even when she was watching him, he was unaware.

"It's coming. ”

The white night groaned, and he saw a hideous and terrifying face, and in the next moment, through the red circle of light in the sky, quietly descended in front of him.

Fluffy white hair, grey-faced fangs...... This is what the so-called ghosts and gods look like. At this moment, the heavy pupils of the white night turned into two colors, one red and one purple, and similarly, two completely different breaths.

Shura on the left, star lord on the right. At this moment, he was ready for a crazy battle. However, something unexpected happened.

But when he saw that face, he just glanced at him, and then, as if he couldn't wait, he stretched out two giant hands, one grabbed the four-pole white bone remnant flag, and the other sprinkled brilliant golden powder at the people in the mountain.

The next moment, it disappeared in front of the white night, leaving no trace. And in front of Bai Ye, a hole also appeared, and inside the cave, there was an unspeakable darkness.

But he knew that this simple thing was reincarnation, the reincarnation of this life. This is the law of the Tao and the iron law of the world, and all the deceased cannot escape its shackles.

The next moment, the tribesmen of Bishan began to line up in a row on their own, slowly walking towards the entrance of the dark cave. White Night stared, he knew that now, it was time to say goodbye.

However, the next moment, a mutation suddenly occurred.

A shocking pillar of red light suddenly descended on the mountain. It was a strange and evil force, which Bai Ye could feel, and it came from the sky, as if it were the souls of the people of the Bishan tribe.

"Who dares TM!"

The roar of the white night, at this moment, resounded in the sky.

Outside the mountain, Hyuna, who was carrying a corpse, was also startled by this roar, and she turned her head to see many ice sculptures standing, but they all reflected a shocking red glow.........