A great storm blew in the ancient battlefield, and the sky was dark, and the sun and moon were dark.

An inconspicuous piece of yellow clay, a small piece of dry bone, perhaps a rusty piece of iron... These otherwise prosaic things exude a powerful and terrifying coercion in the storm.

The energy of the storm grew stronger, sweeping through the ancient battlefield, wanting to sweep everything into the storm and shatter it.

The sky is crumbling, the earth is collapsing, and there seems to be an invisible force in the darkness that is erasing this ancient battlefield.

Tang Bai's speed was fast, but the speed of the storm was even faster, he was swept up by the aftermath of the storm, and he flew involuntarily towards the black hole, and the twisting force stirred him to death, trying to twist his body into a 'twist'.

'I'm dying!'

He only had one thought, in a trance, as if he had returned to the scene before his death in his previous life, he felt something cold piercing his chest, he felt that the blood in his body was losing rapidly, and then he lost consciousness and passed out.

In a daze, he seemed to hear someone whispering and saying strange words, and when he was drowsy, he seemed to hear the sound of the piano, clanging and brisk rhythm, and then there was a loud 'boom' followed by a 'rustling' sound, like a spring silkworm desperately gnawing on mulberry leaves in the quiet night.

He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids weighed a thousand pounds and he couldn't open them, and he felt that he was falling, falling into the endless abyss.

He knew he was dreaming, but he couldn't wake up in the dream.

I don't know how long it took, a cool sensation spread throughout his body, and then he felt breathless, suffocating, he couldn't help but shiver, and finally opened his eyes.

The thunder roared, the silver light flashed, and everything in heaven and earth was reflected clearly in an instant.

The eye is accompanied by a rain curtain of silver light, like a flying knife with a cold light, falling with a roar.

The ground was full of silt, cloudy, rainwater gathered, and puddles of water.

He lay down in a puddle, and the yellow rain flooded his mouth and nose, and if he didn't wake up, he would have drowned.

The air around him was abnormal, his lungs were burning like fire, his chest was painful, and he felt that it was difficult to breathe.

Groggy and groggy, he only felt a headache, he shook his head violently, struggled to sit up, let the rain fall on his body, turned his head blankly, and found that after the lightning, it was pitch black all around, and there was no light to be seen.

Where is this?

He tried to run the True Element, only to find that his body was completely torn apart, and the True Element was suppressed by a strange energy.

And the chest hurts, there is a long wound there, and a few points further down, it may be disemboweled.

The wound did not heal, it festered in the rain, it was scorching, it was scorching, it was hot, even the whole body seemed to be burning, and the whole body was extremely uncomfortable.

The lightning flashed again, and he could fully see where he was, which should be among the bushes and vines.

He tried to stand up, but he didn't have the strength to do it.

The rain, falling heavier and heavier, slapped on him, making him sober for two more minutes.

You have to leave this place. Otherwise, the rain around it will collect and over time, it may become a muddy pond and drown itself.

He had never felt so heavy in his body, as heavy as an ant carrying a mountain.

He crawled as he went, rattan wrapped around his hands and feet, and thorns tugging at his clothes.

Having fallen and getting up again, he felt like he had never been so embarrassed, so powerless.

When he fell again, he didn't want to move.

Die and die!

As soon as his mind was relieved, boundless tiredness struck, even if the mountain collapsed and the earth cracked, even if the world was destroyed, he couldn't stop his desire to sleep.

Life and death are fateful, and wealth is in the sky.

When I woke up again, the harsh sunlight was so bright that I couldn't open my eyes.

The sky was blue and the sun was scorching.

He still didn't have the slightest strength, and he couldn't even erase the broken leaves that stuck to his eyes.

His chest was numb and painful, and he saw ants the size of a grain of rice crawling around on him, gnawing on the carrion that had festered from his wounds.

He could only lie down.

He kept breathing, and kept accumulating strength.

After about half an hour, he felt a little strength in his body, and he couldn't help but struggle to move.

The ants fled from the festering wounds in panic, leaving out the wounded carrion dripping with yellow water, exuding a disgusting smell of decay.

He tried desperately to sit up, but his body was completely out of control, and he fell to the left, rolled down the ramp, and rolled into the vines.

He didn't have time to complain, his trance consciousness was tossed by this, and he passed out in a daze, and at the moment of his coma, he seemed to hear someone talking not far away, and it seemed to be the sharp cry of some animal, confused, and could not hear clearly.

'Bah, bah, bah... ’

A deafening sound rang in his ears with a strange rhythm.

Is it another dream?

During this time, he kept having strange dreams.

He struggled to open his eyes, he saw the light, he saw an ancient square.

He was in the middle of the square, with a high altar built of black stone.

The altar is hexagonal in shape, and the table top is carved with quirky patterns.

His hands and feet were tied to an ancient statue with dark yellow rattan, and he could feel the evil and cold aura emanating from the statue.

On either side of the statue stood a large man with the head of a lion, tall and naked, with bronzed skin pierced with strange totems, holding two long bone sticks in both hands, and beating ancient leather drums from time to time.

The sound of the leather drum was like the roar of some ancient monster, low and heavy, and it shook his ears.

He shook his head and looked around blankly, and found that there were still seven stone pillars standing at the edge of the square, each of which had a pitch-black python entwined around it, exuding a powerful aura that made people tremble.

The python was covered with dark scales, like cold iron buried in the bottom of the sea, and the head of the snake was a human-like head, with eyes, nose, mouth and tongue, and it was now opening its mouth and making a strange sharp sound.

The sound of the drum and the sound of the python are mixed together, forming a strange rhythm, spreading in all directions, and the particles in the air seem to dance with this rhythm, the whole space appears distorted, and the surrounding scene constantly changes shape.

Tang Bai's heart beat with this strange sound, this sound made him feel extremely happy, made his blood surge, he couldn't help himself, his heart was full of all kinds of desires, all kinds of evil thoughts were about to move.

The strength is recovering with the surging of qi and blood, like a dry spring overflowing with new water, like a dead tree rejuvenating.

The sound lasted for half an hour, and suddenly stopped, and dozens of strange people walked outside the square.

They were tall and had sharp horns on the top of their heads, brown hair, and sarcomas the size of eggs on their foreheads, and their eyes were green and glowing green like jewels, and they had no noses, large mouths, sharp teeth, and long hands and feet.

The strange man who walked in front looked older, with white hair on his body, a worn animal skin around his waist, and a bone knife in his hand, and walked up the stairs to the altar, and came to Tang Bai, his green eyes flashed and flashed, staring at Tang Bai, and then chanting words, like sacrificial words, and as if he was chanting.

Tang Bai's eyes narrowed, he felt that the green light in the eyes of this strange man had a kind of soul-dementoring power, pulling his soul, his eyebrows seemed to be about to crack a crack, and the soul was about to fly away from the Heavenly Palace.

Just as he was trying his best to stabilize his soul, the murmuring in his ears suddenly paused, and the strange man slashed the bone knife in his hand into the palm of his hand, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

The blood was green, like the sap of some kind of tree, condensed in the hands of the stranger.

The strange man said something in his mouth, and then smeared the green blood in his palm on Tang Bai's eyes.

Tang Bai's eyes were dark, and before he could react, he felt a surge of vitality pouring in from his eyes and spreading throughout his body.

The green blood turned into a clear stream, flowing slowly through his body, repairing his body.

There is also a strange energy mixed in the bloody night, constantly stimulating his bones, blood vessels, and muscles, attracting his mind, and making his body's strength recover quickly.

After about ten breaths, Tang Bai's eyes lit up, and he found that the strange man standing in front of him had lost a lot of weight, and his eyes, which were originally like emeralds, had become dull.

Then the drums on both sides sounded 'Woo, Woo, Woo', accompanied by the shrill cry of the python, and the strange ritual began again.

After a few breaths, the sound of drums and screams came to an abrupt halt, and Tang Bai was replaced by a strange person.

The strange man was basically the same as the previous ones, except that his white hair was a little duller, and the animal skin around his waist was a little more tattered, but he felt younger.

His green eyes looked at Tang Bai, as if there was some kind of perspective light, which could see Tang Bai's body hair clearly.

Tang Bai felt that he was laughing, and he could feel the pleasure in the heart of the strange man in front of him.

Another strange sound sounded, melodious with a strange rhythm, and then the strange man slashed his palm with a bone knife, smearing green blood on Tang Bai's eyes.

A more powerful vitality poured into his body, and the vigorous vitality was repairing Tang Bai's body, and even the sea of consciousness with him exploded with a 'boom', breaking some kind of shackles and rising a breath of pure spiritual energy.

Under the brewing of this pure spiritual qi, his thoughts seemed to be washed by some kind of great avenue, becoming more accessible, stronger, and more stable.

Strange rituals were constantly going on, strange people were constantly changing, and they kept smearing their own blood on Tang Bai's eyes, as if they were performing an ancient and mysterious sacrifice.

The vitality in the blood spread through Tang Bai's body, constantly repairing the injuries on his body, and the originally rotten wound on his chest was rapidly recovering.

And the strange energy contained in those blood was constantly superimposing, stimulating Tang Bai's bloodline, filling his bone veins, and his body was like a balloon, beginning to expand.

The surging power continued to sublimate and was uncontrollable, and his body became bigger and bigger, as if it could explode at any moment.

'Woo Woo'

The drums continue to sound, like a beacon fire, and a great war will be ushered in.

The blood vessels on Tang Bai's body burst open one by one, and bright red blood sprinkled on the statue behind him, dyeing the statue a dark red.

The statue seems to come to life, exuding an aura of ancient vicissitudes from it.

All the strange men fell to their knees, their bodies on the ground, their faces sincere, and they muttered some ancient sacrifice as if to greet their gods.

The sky suddenly darkened, and a strong wind blew all around.

The void of the square 'clicked', revealing a crack, and a huge green eye was revealed from the crack, and the green light sprinkled all over the earth, imprinting everything in the square with a green patch, which was very weird.

At the same time, the statue behind Tang Bai let out a fierce roar, the sound poured into Tang Bai's sea of consciousness, and all kinds of negative thoughts grew wildly, so that he couldn't help but let out a roar like a beast.

His face was constantly distorted and changed, and all kinds of pain, cruelty, cunning, viciousness, violence, sorrow and other emotions were expressed on his face, and they all emanated from his eyes.

His gaze exuded a strange demonic nature, and all kinds of demonic nature were constantly superimposed and converged, making him look down on the square like a peerless demon king, looking down on the strange people who knelt on the ground.