In the chaos of consciousness......

Ning Yi seemed to be standing at the end of the world.

It's like when he returned to the cemetery of Qingbai City, he saw the scenes frozen like oil paintings...... The world has come to an end, so wherever you stand, it is the end of the world.

A desperate and solemn scene.

But this time it's not the same.

Ning Yi can move freely, he can raise his hand, or put it down, and even try to walk, the soles of his feet are covered with frozen soil, front and back, left and right, there are flying sand and gravel in the air, these are frozen in front of him, he can set it aside, or take a detour.

Ning Yi raised his head, he breathed the cold air with difficulty, raised his head, and looked at the holy mountain in the distance, the huge ancient tree entrenched on the top of the holy mountain, just like the time when he broke through the original realm, had withered and was on the verge of death.

Rotate the viewing angle...... He saw the torn canopy of the sky, the pouring down of the seawater, about to destroy the disaster of the world, this is undoubtedly a catastrophe that will destroy the world, when this scene appeared in front of Ning Yi's eyes again, this time Ning Yi was in it personally, he was no longer a bystander, but a person who experienced it.

He couldn't see the survivors, the fluttering flags, the flagpoles digging deep into the earth, the shattered fragments of the flag, and the beads of blood that solidified in the air.

No one survived.

Ning Yi tried to squat down, he picked up a cast iron scarlet helmet, the blood stains on it had dried up, and there was a mottled humanoid corpse lying in the distance.

Such a corpse...... It's all over the place.

Ning Yi felt a little dry mouth.

He suddenly felt a tremor in his chest.

The bone flute hanging from his neck beats gently, like a call, like a guide...... Ning Yi followed the beating will, was pulled by the bone flute in a daze, and walked step by step on this barren land, he couldn't bear to look at the scene on both sides, and finally came to the front of the frozen river.

The bone flute no longer trembled, and Ning Yi stared at the mirror-smooth surface of the river, which was covered with a layer of ice.

He frowned.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered where he was supposed to be.

He was never meant to be here.

"Hiss......"

A tingling in the head.

Ning Yi remembered the prohibition of the back mountain, the burning talisman, and the whereabouts after falling, and then he was strangled by the shadow...... What happened after that? Did you die?

"Of course you're not dead. ”

A faint voice sounded above Ning Yi's head, and he raised his head, narrowing his eyes, but he couldn't find the source of the sound.

The voice was calm and indifferent, and said, "The Plains of Bones will not accept the spirit of the dead...... In other words, if you die, you won't be able to get here. ”

"Who are you?" Ning Yi's head tingled, and in the courtyard of Anle City, he heard someone shouting "White Bone Plain...... It seems that this is indeed the name of the bone flute.

The voice said calmly with a clear will: "I am the previous master of the 'White Bone Plain'...... You can call me...... Sword wielder. ”

When the last three words were spoken, the voice clearly thought for a long time.

In the end, he said the words "sword bearer", and Ning Yi heard some faint sadness from his voice.

"You're not dead, but she's going to die. ”

The sword wielder's voice fell, and the lake in front of Ning Yi began to melt, and through the melting ice, Ning Yi saw everything that happened when he was unconscious.

He kept falling, entangled with the shadow, and then bit down, and finally smashed into the river, losing control of the "self", pushing away the girl, running towards the shadow, the shadow wanted to escape, and was chased and eaten by himself one by one.

Ning Yi's face was pale.

"What's this shadow?"

The sword wielder was silent for a moment, and said, "The forty-four drops of divinity stored in the White Bone Plain are not much time to maintain order, thirty-one drops have been consumed, and there are still thirteen drops left, and it is estimated that the time that can be maintained is not enough to solve your doubts." ”

The sword-wielder paused and said seriously: "So, I say, you listen." ”

The battle on the river has reached the most critical stage, where the shadow was torn apart, countless mist came back together, and the dry bones were generated again, it was almost immortal, and it endured the pain of Ning Yi's every bite, and finally understood that this young man was a madman, and he would not let himself go at all.

So once again, at the cost of sacrificing its lower leg bones, it swept towards the girl who kept falling at the bottom of the river.

Pei Fu fell into a heavy stupor, his hair was scattered, his face was pale and helpless, he didn't know what would happen next, the red-eyed "Ning Yi" lost his will, only the instinct of hunting the shadow remained, and he gnawed a leg bone, so he didn't rush to chase the shadow.

Ning Yi, who was in the Plains of White Bones, finally understood the meaning of "sword bearer".

My consciousness was detached and I came here.

And at this moment, Pei in reality is annoying...... A fatal crisis was encountered.

The shadow was extremely fast, like a swimming fish, about to chase the girl's falling body.

"Wake up the conditions of the Plains of Bones...... It's that you've actually come into contact with them, and you're in danger. The sword-wielder's voice carried a hint of relief, and said, "In order to prevent unrelated people from getting involved in the turmoil, and the existence of the sword-wielder from being discovered by them, the 'White Bone Plains' looks no different from ordinary bone flutes. If the trigger is not met, then the host will only think that it is a dream, a hallucination of their own making, and I will wait for the next host to appear. ”

At the bottom of the river, the shadow is about to pounce on Pei Fu's body, and the dry bones and fingers are about to be clenched on the girl's snow-white ankles, and the huge corrosiveness is about to penetrate the skin.

The sword-wielder whispered a word.

"Stop. ”

And so it all stopped.

Time seems to be frozen, the undercurrent in the river is still rolling, time is not really stopped, but the "Ning Yi", "shadow", and "Pei Fu" at the bottom of the river are all shrouded in huge power and remain relatively still.

Ning Yi could feel that in the middle of the river, it seemed that someone had stopped the flowing hourglass with great divine power.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and above the lake, the water ripples flowed backwards, condensing a not tall human nature.

"Ning Yi. You have too little divinity...... The Plains of Bones consumed the ten divine crystals it had accumulated and constructed your current consciousness space. The sword-wielder condensed into an ethereal form, his voice still ethereal, coming from all directions: "Everything is as you can see, and all this is sustained by divinity...... We have a hundred breaths to go, and you can choose to ignore my words, and your consciousness will sink forever...... You may not die, but if you are entangled in them, you will be worse off than dead. As for the girl you care about, she will definitely die. ”

Ning Yi took a deep breath and looked at the sword wielder.

"Before that, you saw that scene......"

"You've experienced that scene too......"

The sword-wielder whispered, "You just need to know that all this is ...... caused by them. ”

Ning Yi knew what the sword bearer was talking about, the sky was collapsing, the sea was pouring in, and the world was about to die, but he read through the Daozang on Shu Mountain, and he didn't see any record of that huge ancient tree...... Just like the sword wielder said at the beginning, he only thought it was his own illusion, an illusion.

Again, he asked, "They...... Who is it?"

The sword-wielding replied succinctly: "They...... It's light, it's not light. ”

Ning Yi was a little confused.

"That sword is very good, but it's a pity that it only has the body, not the bones. The sword-wielder's voice carried a hint of emotion.

Ning Yi knew which one he was talking about...... In the midst of the current, the surface of the umbrella shattered, and only a long handle remained, and the blade of the sword was hidden in it, floating and sinking, and the divinity did not envelop the dead.

"Ning Yi. ”

The sword-wielder's voice was gentle, and he said, "If you are given a chance, you will have a chance to hold the heaviest sword weapon in the world...... Would you like to?"

"Grab the sword if you will. ”

Ning Yi felt a warmth enveloping herself.

Time in the space of consciousness is like flying sand, and it begins to crumble.

The body of the sword-wielding man, because of the wear and tear of divinity, finally began to collapse rapidly.

Ning Yi was a little panicked, he felt the ground under his feet, like the land cracking, his whole body began to fall, and everything began to fall apart.

Time is back to normal.

The young man who chewed the bone residue at the bottom of the river regained his clarity in an instant, and the "fine snow" on the broken umbrella surface floated in his hand.

The shadow had already pounced on Pei Fu's body, the black mist dissipated, revealing a hideous face, and he opened his huge teeth, about to bite on Pei Fu's face-

Ning Yi held the fine snow.

The umbrella sword, which had only a "sword body" in the sword's mouth and no "sword bones", began to tremble finely at this moment.

The white bone flute hanging in front of Ning Yi's neck was separated, turning into countless white streamers, and one by one waterfalls spread out, focusing on the sword body, pouring into the sword body like a tide of swimming fish.

Thereupon...... Fine Snow has a sword bone.

"Please draw your sword. ”

The ethereal voice in the sea of souls said.

Ning Yi held the fine snow, and he felt that this sword had become much heavier.

But he can pick it up, he can cut it off.

So he picked up the fine snow and slashed it down with a sword—

The mighty river, a big river, was split in half by a sword, the roaring river flew up, smashed on both sides of the mountain stream, the deafening sound was endless, like a keel cracking.

Ning Yi's face was pale.

Where the sword passed, the mountains and rocks cracked, and the river was cut out of a long and narrow track of nothingness, and the sword qi sneered and dispersed, and it was still stretching and sweeping, and the river water that poured from it smashed into the void, and was constantly incinerated by the sword qi, and then burned into nothingness.

That shadow, without even a single breath, was torn into nothingness by the sword qi.

After a sword, the heavens and the earth fell silent.

Ning Yi's breathing became rapid.

He sensed the weight of the fine snow and returned to normal.

The river poured again, drowning the boy and girl, Ning Yi grabbed the fine snow, swam over, hugged the girl, and then surfaced with difficulty.