The woods were too quiet at night, and there was the sound of wind and insects. It's all gone.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and from time to time there were a few crows' wails, like the last struggle of life, a cry for help before death.

Dark clouds obscure the moon.

The whole land was shrouded in darkness, and the original fangs and claws in the woods were also soaked in a dead light, and they looked so depressing.

In the night sky, only a little starlight shone on the dead branches and leaves, a crow stood on the branches, and the cruel figure of the black-robed man was reflected in its pupils.

Then, the dark clouds slowly withdrew from the sky, revealing the moon little by little, and the moon seemed to have a touch of red.

"Come on, ...............," Fu Beiyu shouted hoarsely.

Before the words fell, the black-robed man's long knife fell.

Fu Bottleyu's whole person was split in two from shoulder to waist, and blood flew sideways.

Before he died, the word 'go' came out of his mouth.

Jingwen struggled to get up, too late to step forward to stop him. He witnessed this scene with his own eyes, watching Fu Bottled Rain slowly fall to the ground, and then the black-robed man kicked her body away.

Jingwen's eyes changed from horror, to self-blame, to anger, to despair, and finally turned into monstrous hatred.

"I want you to die,!!" he roared as he stared at the black-robed man with great resentment.

At this moment, the cyan soul power in Jing Wen's mind was boiling, turning into turbulent waves and instantly submerging the three green lotuses.

Then the cyan soul power spread all over his body, and a faint layer of cyan light appeared on the surface of his body.

In an instant, his eyes turned from black to blue, and a pair of strange cyan eyes emerged.

His body and consciousness were completely dominated by killing, and only the most primitive killing instincts were left in his brain.

He wants death to those in front of him!

Then the blue-eyed Jingwen waved his right hand lightly, and the flying sword suddenly became green.

The black-robed man noticed the change in Jingwen, held a long knife, and slashed with force.

The long knife slashes the air.

Jing Wen suddenly appeared behind the black-robed man, and the long sword stabbed him in the heart from behind.

The black-robed man disappeared in place in an instant, moving a few steps to dodge his attack.

Jing Wen held a long sword, and the blue light flashed under his feet, and he attacked the black-robed man again.

The two of them were extremely fast, and in this wood, the two figures moved extremely fast, leaving only a few afterimages and swords clashing fire.

After a moment, the black-robed man revealed, his black robe already pierced by the sword in multiple places.

In the brief encounter, he was clearly outperformed.

He grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands, erected it in front of his chest, and then the long knife turned into countless tiny lightning bolts and headed straight for Jingwen.

Jing Wen held a long sword in his hand, kept dodging, and rushed straight at the black-robed man.

However, these tiny lightning bolts, as if they had spirituality, kept pursuing, making it impossible for Jingwen to get close to the black-robed man.

Soon after, Jingwen was injured by these tiny lightning bolts, and dense knife marks appeared around his body, and blood slowly overflowed from the knife marks.

Jing Wen held the long sword, his right wrist shook extremely quickly, and countless cyan sword shadows appeared in front of him, killing all the lightning in an instant, and then he dodged and appeared in front of the black-robed man, and a sword stabbed out quickly.

The black-robed man parried the hilt in front of him, preventing this blow, and with the power of his sword, he took a few steps back, and once again distanced himself from Jingwen.

Jingwen chased forward.

A huge black-armored warrior phantom holding a war sword appeared behind the black-robed man out of thin air.

The black-robed man slashed down with a long knife in his hand, and the warrior phantom was the same, slashing down with a single sword.

A huge sword slashed at him.

I saw that Jingwen's right hand was full of blue light, as if he was lighting up the night.

Countless blue light instantly poured into the long sword, and the long sword grew rapidly, turning into a cyan sky-swallowing python, opening its bloody mouth and fiercely pounced on the warrior.

In an instant, the sword slashed at the green python, and the green python let out a sharp roar.

On Jingwen's chest, a hideous knife mark appeared in an instant, and he didn't care, like a killing machine, his eyes showed a strange cyan, and only the killing intent was pervasive.

The cyan python did not retreat, but advanced, biting the black-armored samurai, and the samurai sword blocked, blocking the attack of the green python, and the two were deadlocked.

At this time, the green python's tail swung and immediately wrapped the black-armored samurai into it, and the tail was so strong that the samurai gradually lost the power to resist.

The black-robed man was also like a warrior at this moment, he was fiercely entangled and couldn't move, Jingwen immediately flashed in front of the black-robed man and stabbed him in the head with a sword.

The black-robed man hurriedly turned his head sideways to dodge, and Jingwen stabbed his sword into the air, lifting his black robe.

A face that was exactly the same as Jing Wen under the black robe immediately appeared, revealing a weird smile.

The blue-eyed Jingwen did not hesitate, and then a sword pierced his heart,

However, the long sword pierced into it, and it didn't feel any substance, as if it was piercing into a cloud of air.

The black-robed 'Jingwen' immediately turned into a wisp of green smoke, reflected in the sky, and then the night dissipated, the day reappeared, and three cyan lotus flowers slowly manifested in the sky.

As the black-robed 'Jingwen' turned into green smoke and dissipated, Jingwen's cyan eyes gradually disappeared.

The cyan waves in his mind also receded like a tide, and the three green lotuses appeared in them again.

Jing Wen, who had regained his black eyes again, looked at the three green lotuses that appeared in the sky, and the world that gradually became blurred, he suddenly had a trace of enlightenment.

Jingwen slowly walked to Fu Beiyu's corpse, dug a soil pit with his hands, he picked up her corpse, gently put it into it, and then buried it little by little with soil.

Then he found another piece of wood, made a wooden plaque out of his sword, and stood it in front of the tomb.

With all this done, he gently closed his eyes.

Only a grave and a tree were left to accompany her forever.

In the woods, the breeze blew, blowing away the dust on the wooden signs, and a few small words gradually became clear: Best Friend Bottle Rain Tomb.

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

Jingwen opened his eyes again and found himself in a sea of flowers, this flower was as gorgeous and bright red as blood, and there were flowers and no leaves, dyeing the land not far away into a red color, beautiful and enchanting, and it was also the only scenery here.

There is a stone bridge in front of him, the shape is simple, the stone bridge deck, five steps, the left of the bridge is yin, and the right of the bridge is yang.

There is a black abyss under the bridge, bottomless and entwined with black mist.

The width of the bridge is only about four feet, and the two sides are protected by carved stone railings, and the bridge deck is slightly curved, paved with bluestone, and there are two treadways at each end.

There is a black abyss under the bridge, bottomless and entwined with black mist.

"You're awake. An old voice came into Jingwen's ears.

Jingwen looked around, looking for the source of the sound. I found a dilapidated Taoist temple not far away, silent, small in scale, not magnificent at all.

There is only one old hall, with several stone statues in it, covered with thick dust, and a bronze tripod stands next to it.

In front of the Taoist temple, there is a shriveled old plane tree, the waist of the old tree is thick, three or four people can't hug it, the ancient trunk has been hollow, and the whole ancient tree seems to be dead.

Jingwen searched for the sound and entered the Taoist temple, only to see an old man with white hair and an old face, sitting in it, and there was a gray futon in front of him.

The Taoist temple is very small, but it is an ancient hall, except for the stone statues, it is empty and there is almost nothing.

"Since you are the descendant of the eldest brother, don't be nervous, sit down. The old man pointed to the futon in front of him and spoke kindly.

Jingwen looked around carefully for a moment, then carefully inspected the futon, then sat down in front of the old man, and asked, "Old man, why did I come here?"