"Ah......h

Since the 'Invitation to the Moon Forbidden Land', these days, there have often been nightmares with the wind, and at first, he didn't pay attention to it. However, every time I wake up from nightmares, the little girl in front of me appears the most, and her image is getting clearer and clearer. The wind is at a loss, what is the relationship between this little girl and herself?

"Sister?" he muttered.

The 'Phaseless Xuanguang Array' was like a small pebble, thrown into the quiet heart lake, causing waves and waves, constantly impacting his sea of consciousness. Those hidden desires in the depths of human nature, those fragments of memories that they do not want to touch, are gradually awakening.

I don't know how long later, the little girl was gone, and the wind was in a one-man purgatory, thousands of children of seven or eight years old, they were killing each other.

"Kill ......"

"Die......" They rushed towards their opponents with daggers in their hands and childish voices and crazy screams.

Bloodthirsty and ferocious, children were killed by their opponents, and some children carried their heads and looked around proudly after killing their enemies, full of provocation and blood.

Two boys of eight or nine years old walked up to the wind, and the three of them stood in front of a blood-colored mound of dirt.

A boy of seven or eight years old said, "My name is Feng, sharp ......."

Another boy, "I'm Maple, the maple ...... of Maple Leaf"

The boy who turned into the wind and accompanied him, looked at the two boys next to him, and said in a trembling voice.

"I am the wind, the wind ...... of the autumn wind"

Then, the three children swore in unison.

"I, Feng, Feng, and Feng, the three of them are willing to become brothers with different surnames, live and die together, and never forget each other. ”

The boy who turned into the 'wind' burst into tears, and he stretched out his immature hand to touch the other two, but they disappeared into light and shadow, and the little boy looked around in horror.

"Who am I, and why?"

"Who are you......?"

The consciousness of the wind was completely broken, and he could no longer tell who he really was, and an unprecedented fear enveloped him.

"Ah......h

Three boys are running desperately, this is hell, escape...... The fierce roar behind has always been in my ears.

"Damn...... Catch them, and never let them escape, stomp their limbs, and hang in the blood prison, and I see who else dares to escape. ”

"You can't escape, this is the blood prison, the world of Shura, there is no way to live!"

Unable to return to the sky, fate ...... Wind Rider felt like he was dying, his chest was constantly bleeding, he was too weak.

"Run...... Kaede, I can't do it, you and Feng run away. ”

"The right chest of the wind was pierced by the sword, and he did not survive...... Put him in the blood sludge stream and cover the ......"

"The three of us have sworn to live and die together, and it is better to be scraped alive by those demons in this stream of blood and sludge. ”

The terrifying purgatory on earth, the cage of death, the wind accompanied the tears, prostrate on the ground, holding his head in pain.

"Who am I, and who are they?" a voice cried out from the depths of the soul.

"It's a fantasy, everything is fake, everything will pass. ”

The pain that penetrates into the soul, tormenting the wind, strange people, constantly calling him, trying to wake up the dusty past. The wind entourage had forgotten everything, and he began to sink into it, not knowing who he was.

"Haha......"

Roaring wildly, the lost memory gradually woke up...... It made him miserable.

"Is it the wind, is it the maple, or is it the ......"

The scene changed again, a peerless goddess, dressed in silver armor, bathed in the light of the gods, she held a halberd, a baby on her back, and stood proudly in the void. Not far from her, three clusters of light appeared, flashing with divine radiance, surrounding the goddess, and a light and shadow shook the nine nights.

"Proud Snow...... Ling Jinghan, you are worthy of being the queen of the God of War, but unfortunately, you are only in the Void God Realm, and you have no way to live......"

"Kill her......" another light and shadow voice said coldly.

The goddess looked sadly at the baby behind her, and the halberd in her right hand pointed to the sky, lightning and thunder.

"Child, don't be afraid...... We have holy blood in our veins, never fear, and see me fight for your life. ”

Scene after scene, strange scenes, appeared in the mind of the wind attendant, is it real, is it illusory? At this time, the wind accompanied the journey, has been completely enchanted, and those hidden memories seem to be completely stimulated.

In the depths of the sea of consciousness, a net-like mystical glow flickered continuously, and the consciousness of the formation shocked wave after wave, and the mystical runes were shattered...... and reborn......

"Ah......h

The black card was wrapped in a cluster of colorful light, emitting bursts of light, and suddenly condensed the collapsed sea of consciousness again. The wind hugged his head, shrunk into a ball of pain, and woke up in horror, his face pale and muttering.

"Who am I, and why is this happening?"

"Is all this true or illusory?" no one could give him an answer, and the wind swept around, gritted his teeth, and hurriedly flew towards the exit of the passage.

Stepping out of the third light gate, there were already nearly a thousand people inside, and the wind accompanied him not knowing whether he was eliminated, and his heart couldn't help but tighten. The black-clothed deacon quickly noticed him, and when he saw that the wind was entourage, his face turned pale, his brows furrowed involuntarily, and he muttered to himself.

"Hmm? This son is extraordinary, how can the Dao Heart be so bad? I have to observe it again, but it's a pity, I thought I could dig out a few geniuses this time. ”

At this time, how could Feng Entourage have the heart to pay attention to the black-clothed deacon, and the doubts in his heart were one after another.

"Who is that little girl, my sister?Who are those two boys?Am I really called Feng?Or Feng or Kaede?Who is that god-like woman?Is the baby behind me?Why do I know nothing about the past?Who am I?"

The fog was heavy, and from this moment on, the wind had to explore, had to ......

"Haha...... Why did I come out so late? I finally got the first place again. ”

A voice sounded, Beikui didn't know when he walked to his side, how could Feng Entourage be in the mood to pay attention to him, and barely showed a smile that was uglier than crying, which made Beikui confused.

At this time, the voice of the black-clothed deacon sounded again, and it seemed very cold.

"There are 880 people who have passed the assessment in the third level, now you should have some understanding of the Dao heart, if you don't have a firm will, how can you talk about Xiuzhen? Look at the people around you, some people are pale, some are still vomiting, and some are full of spring. I can tell you that lust and lust are poisonous, and everything is just a passing moment, so you can do it yourself. ”

Feng Entourage's eyes swept around, and sure enough, several young children were still vomiting, some young girls of wonderful age were full of spring and shy, and some of the assessors were also pale, but the state was much better than that of Feng Entourage, he couldn't help but say secretly.

"Could it be that my Dao heart is so bad?" he couldn't help but clench his fists and become stronger...... Be sure to get stronger.

The black-clothed deacon moved his hand and collected the magic weapon, and the magic circle disappeared after only a dozen breaths.

"Next is the qualification test, except for the lower third rank, the others can directly enter the Burial Sword Sect to practice, and the monks of the innate realm can directly enter the inner gate. ”

After a while, nearly a thousand people returned to the square with the black-clothed deacon. At this time, there were not many people in the square, and those who failed the test were probably dismissed.

The black-clothed deacon walked up to the burly old man and bowed.

"I've met Uncle Shi, these more than 800 people have passed the three-level test, and I asked Uncle Shi to preside over the qualification test. ”

The old man looked solemn, without a trace of a smile, and glanced at more than eight hundred people.

"Can you find a disciple with particularly good qualifications?"

The black-clothed deacon hesitated for a moment: "At present, I have not found any particularly excellent disciples, only a few are considered to be superior, maybe the disciple's eyesight is limited, and he has to borrow the wisdom of his uncle." ”