"What's going on?"

Shen Tu Long Ding's face was solemn, his gaze looked into the distance, it was......

Suddenly, his eyes were as sharp as eagle's eyes.

It was a corpse that had already been lying down, this was the elder of the Huyan family in Canghai Caicheng.

He looked in horror at the corpse that had fallen to the ground.

Compared with him, this elder of the Huyan family is only between the two of them, who is it, even the elders of the Huyan family have been killed, he looked at these corpses with some horror.

The crowd was horrified.

Judging from the death of these corpses, they were extremely painful in their lives, but there were no obvious injuries on their bodies.

What caused these strong men to lose their lives, everyone was puzzled.

Even a monk as strong as the Futai realm could easily die on this immortal relic battlefield.

There was a sense of fear in the hearts of the people.

That's the fear of this battlefield.

It's a journey of temptation and death, and the eyes of the crowd look ahead, under the gray sky, which feels a little unreal.

The sky of the Immortal Relic Battlefield seemed to have been in this gray state all the time, and there was no change.

But at this moment, everyone's mood has quietly changed.

Whether it was fear, helplessness, or firm conviction, or complicated expressions, no one knew.

After walking for dozens of miles, the corpses here are more dense, this is ......

Ziyu's mouth let out an exclamation, she looked at this corpse in a daze, this is the lame third in the Taixuan Palace, the lame third, in the Taixuan Palace, also belongs to the strong people, his cultivation has reached the strength of the middle stage of the Futai.

It can be said that he is a strong man in the Futai realm.

The peak strength of the Futai realm is the realm of returning to the basics, also known as the peak of the later stage of the Futai realm, but the monks who have reached the realm of returning to the basics are like ordinary people, and they have no cultivation at all.

In other words, the strongest realm in the Futai realm is not the later stage, but the middle stage of Futai.

It is known as the strongest in the Daotai realm, and it is the middle of the Futai realm.

And in the ranking of the powerhouses in the Futai Realm, the lame third of the Taixuan Hall can undoubtedly be ranked in the top ten in Yingzhou.

The three Futai realm monks looked at each other, and Beigong Ming said with a blank expression: "Even the top ten lame third monks have died here." ”

That's right, I'm afraid that this place is extremely dangerous, and the reputation of the lame third one, the three Futai realm monks can be said to have heard of it, even if the three of them join forces, they may not be sure to leave the lame third one.

But it was such a monk who had cultivated to a high level, but he was also buried on this immortal relic battlefield, and even abandoned his body in the wilderness, and no one was buried.

How can this not make the hearts of the people more frightened.

Streams of negative emotions lingered in everyone's hearts.

"They'......!!"

What did he go through, Ye Lin's pupils suddenly contracted.

......

In this void, a layer of mist shrouded the gray sky, and the mist spread.

Ye Lin only felt a chill in his heart, and his eyes gradually closed.

Almost instantly, all the monks on the field closed their eyes.

The strange fog gradually filled the hearts of everyone.

On the field, the only person who didn't close his eyes was Dongfang Ningxue.

Her eyes were slightly condensed, and her gaze seemed to see a phantom shadow in the fog through the layers of mist.

It's you...... Dongfang Ningxue looked at the mist in surprise.

Her voice was not loud, but it was clear into the depths of the mist.

An ancient and long-standing voice came out, female doll, you know me, in the mist, a deep voice came out.

"Nightmare Lord!"

Dongfang Ningxue said lightly.

In the mist, there was a sudden trembling, and in the mist, there seemed to be a pair of eyes, sweeping towards the eastern snow.

The female doll has good eyesight, even I know it, and the deep voice seems to be full of enchantment, and it reaches the ears of Dongfang Ningxue.

Did the Demon Lord succeed in the tribulation? Dongfang Ningxue said uncertainly.

The Nightmare Demon Lord snorted coldly and said lightly: "Who are you, how do you know about this monarch!"

The phantom in the cloud did not answer Dongfang Ningxue's words, but asked a rhetorical question.

Dongfang Ning Xue didn't mind at all, and then said lightly: "The Thousand Buddhas of the Virtuous Tribulation and the Eight Gods have collapsed!"

As soon as she said these eight words, the cloud suddenly contracted.

"Who is Daoyou?"

The voice seemed to be excited, as if it was questioning, and it was a little frightened, and the words were full of extremely complex emotions.

If the Nightmare Demon Lord called Dongfang Ningxue a female doll before, it didn't mean anything, then now this Dao Friend puts the identities of the two on the same level.

I can't remember what I have experienced in those long years, but there are some scattered fragments in that memory, Dongfang Ningxue said truthfully.

I haven't met a fellow Daoist for many years, and since it's a fellow Daoist, I'll let you leave, you can leave here, and the voice was extremely flat.

Dongfang Ningxue pursed her red lips, gritted her teeth, and said, "I still want to save a few people!"

Rescue, haha, a loud laugh came out.

Fellow Daoist, are you kidding?

From ancient times to the present, there are very few people who survive into nightmares, and I will not save the wounded, but only kill people.

I know about this, but this person is only afraid that his life will be the same as yours, and he may even get out of the catastrophe.

As soon as the nightmare heard the word "catastrophe", the cloud and mist immediately turned into a cloud of mist, forming a black figure.

It's just that the face of this black figure is unreal, and his eyes glanced at the two dozen monks.

Then the figure seemed to think for a moment, and then said, "You bluff me!"

Under the heavens, Qinglian, the Human Emperor, Emperor Yu, and even the Eight Gods have not survived, and you are still here to bluff me, do you think that I am a child.

Dongfang Ning Xue's beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of strangeness, since you can know the future and the past, and you can also survive, you naturally know this person, why don't you use your great magic power to take a look.

If what you said is true, I will naturally let this person go, if you bluff me, even if it is a Taoist friend, I will kill you, I don't want my traces to leak, the black figure suddenly turned into a mist.

Dongfang Ningxue sighed slightly, and said secretly in her heart: "Ye Lin, you must hold on." ”

The fog blended into everyone's minds and people's souls bit by bit, and even their minds seemed to be filled with these fogs.

They seem to be in an inexplicable dream at this time.

"...... in a Dream"

Ye Lin saw himself when he was a child, saw his mother, and saw the seven or eight years of drifting.

He saw the young man who became a disciple in order to enter the Martial Arts Pavilion, the young man who climbed the jade steps and persevered even if his hands were grinding off his skin and he was physically and mentally exhausted.

He also saw the helpless, the boy who was bullied by others since he was a child, when he was a teenager, he once got lost, couldn't find the direction of his home, and wandered on the street for three days.

During this time, he was so hungry that he picked up a bun on the ground and was scolded as a beggar by a group of children.

He even did not hesitate to eat steamed buns that others had stepped on in order to be full.

People are half starved to death, dizzy, and their limbs are weak, and they can do anything for a mouthful of food and survival.

Those three days were an indelible mark on him.

Then the shadow of the scene turned, it was when he was seven years old, and his mother sent him to study at the academy.

The other children, by the age of seven, had already cleansed their meridians and ate and drank well.

He was the only one who was found to have broken dantian and was unable to wash the marrow and cultivate.

At that time, he was still young, and he didn't quite understand why he couldn't cultivate when his dantian was broken.

But as he grew older, the students of the same grade continued to ridicule him, calling him a waste, a waste who couldn't cultivate, and he realized that if his dantian was broken and couldn't cultivate, he was a waste.

And that piercing voice lasted in his mind for four whole years.

It was a day of bullying, and this memory has been hidden in Ye Lin's heart, and he is unwilling to face that memory.

No one spoke for him, no one helped him, and during his youth, he spent an unbearable ordeal for ordinary people.

When he was a young man, he often asked his mother where his father was, and his mother always gently told him, "Your father has gone far away, and he will come back to see us."

But as he grew older, as other children mocked him, saying that he was a bastard with life and no one to raise, he felt a hatred in his heart.

This hatred was against his father.

He didn't understand that when other people's children were bullied, their fathers would always stand up and stand aside, like a high mountain, sheltering their children from the wind and rain.

He is the only one who longs for his father to stand up and help him, but in the end he finds that he has no father at all.

The disappointments again and again made him not only eager to see his father, but also a sense of rejection and hatred for his father.

Until one day, he came into contact with something, something that was enough to make him forget his troubles.

"That's wine!"

Since then, he has been fond of drinking, and only when he is drunk can he dream of his father in his dreams, and only when he is drunk can he forget the gossip that lingers in his ears.

Wine gradually became Ye Lin's only dependence besides his mother.

This state lasted until he entered the Ye Mansion and met his eldest brother.

That is, before the age of twenty, Ye Lin had been spending time in a state of confusion.

That pain, that memory, was something he didn't want to mention, and he didn't want to recall.

At this time, his face was extremely distorted and his face was pale.

Even if he didn't want to think about it, he didn't want to face it, but the memory kept flickering in his mind like a dusty past.

It felt like a sharp knife stabbing him in the chest.

His body was twitching, lying on the ground and convulsing, and he was in great pain at this time.

Dongfang Ningxue was very worried when she saw Ye Lin like this.

She had never seen Ye Lin like this, all along, the man in front of her showed himself with a confident face, and everything seemed to be confident in front of him.

But today, she saw Ye Lin's weak side, and seemed to feel the emotions full of sadness.

Dongfang Ningxue held Ye Lin in her arms and gently stroked his head, don't be afraid, everything has me, everything has me, she whispered.

She hugged Ye Lin tightly, her arms didn't dare to relax, she was afraid that as soon as she let go, Ye Lin would disappear.