As we all know, there are two of the most dangerous existences in the wilderness of the Borderless World.

One is a demon beast, and the other is an evil spirit.

Demon beasts, as the name suggests, are beasts that awaken their bloodline supernatural powers and become demonized. Corresponding to the nine realms of Xuan Xiu, demon beasts are also divided into nine levels according to their strength. The first to third orders are called demon beasts, the fourth to sixth orders are mysterious beasts, and the seventh to ninth orders are strange beasts.

Evil spirits, on the other hand, are a kind of strange life forms that are bred by resentment, they are formless and substantial, fluttering with the wind, unpredictable, and cannot be injured unless they are Xuan Bing or Yuan Li. And he likes to possess people, and devour the host's essence and blood soul, in order to strengthen his own cultivation.

The body of the evil spirit is nothing more than a massless black mist, and there are demonic patterns condensed by resentment outside the body. According to the number of magic patterns, it is easy to distinguish the strength and cultivation of evil spirits.

Patterns 1 to 3 are called evil spirits, patterns 4 to 6 are evil spirits, and patterns 7 to 9 are evil spirits.

At this time, floating in front of Feng Yi was an evil spirit.

There was no moon tonight, and it was pitch black in all directions.

Feng Yi has the power to cultivate, and can see things at night. Qing'er is just an ordinary girl, and she can't see anything in front of her.

"Childe, what is it? Is it an evil spirit?" Qing'er asked in a low voice.

"Yes. Feng Yi replied in a deep voice.

Qing'er was secretly frightened, although she was still saying that she was not afraid just now, but when she really encountered it, how could she not be afraid?

She hugged Feng Yi's left arm tightly, fearing that the evil spirit would suddenly fly over and attach itself to her.

Feng Yi patted her on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Let it go, it won't bother with you for the time being." ”

Qing'er looked up suspiciously, but she couldn't see anything at all. But since her son-in-law said so, she had no choice but to let go.

"Senior Brother Feng, don't be impulsive. ”

Seeing that Feng Yi was about to step forward, Qiu Laosan and other law enforcement hall disciples hurriedly jumped out of the darkness and shouted to stop him.

Feng Yi ignored them and continued to move forward on his own.

It would be fine if it was just a wandering spirit in front of him, but this is not the case. The evil spirit, at this moment, was possessing the body of a girl in black, desperately urging the magic pattern to rotate, releasing a strong resentment to consume the girl's mind and spirit.

The girl in black, Feng Yi knew. It was the only daughter of the Yulin Sect Sect Sect Master Shen Luoye, the young master Shen Xuan, who attacked him with a bloody palm and shattered his dantian.

The sect competes for various resources such as mineral veins, and it is all fought by the younger generation of disciples. One is for experience, and the other is because the older generation is mostly in high positions, and if they come forward to fight, it will easily evolve into a clan war.

At that time, it is inevitable that more blood will be shed, and the losses of both sides will be greater, and the gains will outweigh the losses.

This is not a hard and fast rule, but the neighboring nine sects all follow it.

Feng Yi is the leader of the younger disciples of the Longyin Sect, and Shen Xuan represents the Yulin Sect.

The two sects are not far apart, and there is naturally more fighting and friction between them. In the past three years, if Feng Yi has experienced hundreds of large and small battles, more than 70 of them have been fighting with Shen Xuan.

The two are similar in cultivation and have the same talents, and as the battles are fought, it is inevitable that there will be some sympathy for each other.

However, in the past three years, the relationship between the Dragon Yin Sect and the Yulin Sect has deteriorated sharply, and the two young people are also destined to become friends.

Now that Shen Xuan is in trouble, Feng Yi subconsciously wants to rescue.

Although she had destroyed her dantian, she belonged to two camps, and if she had changed herself at that time, she would definitely have abolished her cultivation with one punch.

This matter has nothing to do with good or evil temperament, but with different positions and different belongings.

"Childe, be careful. Qing'er heard Feng Yi's footsteps gradually walking away, and couldn't help but remind him.

Feng Yi let out a "grace" and walked into the mountain col.

As soon as Fang stood up, he heard Shen Xuan's voice drifting in the wind, "You go away, I don't need you to save me." ”

She was not lightly injured, and her spirit and spirit had been exhausted by the resentment, and she was afraid that it would be difficult to hold on for a minute and a half.

"Do you really want me to save you?" Feng Yi raised his eyebrows at her.

Shen Xuan gritted his teeth and said, "Get out!"

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly swept in and pounced on Feng Yi's body.

In the yin wind, there was a strange "giggle" like metal friction, which was extremely harsh.

Feng Yi was startled and hurriedly pulled back.

"Two evil spirits?"

Before he could say a word, he suddenly heard screams behind him.

Feng Yi hurriedly turned around, only to find that Qiu Laosan and the other eight disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall had all been possessed by evil spirits, trapped in place, unable to move a bit.

Their cultivation is not high, how can they withstand the devouring of a single pattern of evil spirits? In just a moment, they have already distorted their faces, revealing a state of exhaustion and irresistibility.

Fortunately, Qing'er was very excited, and hid behind a half-human-high bluestone early, so that he was not discovered by the evil spirits.

"You fool, you have to listen, now it's okay, we all have to die. ”

Shen Xuan shouted angrily.

At this moment, the evil spirit that failed to flutter had turned back, turned into a yin wind again, and swept towards Feng Yi.

It is extremely fast, about the same as a fifth-layer martial artist.

And Feng Yi, at this time, his cultivation is the same as that of a second-layer martial artist who quenches the body, how can he avoid it again?

Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, Feng Yi had to grit his teeth, pull out a three-foot long knife from his waist, transport the faint end of the Yuan Force breath between the flesh and blood, and slash it down.

His straight-spine long knife was one of the only five first-rank Xuan soldiers in the Dragon Yin Sect, and it was also the saber used by Master Xin Li before.

With a slash, the yin wind suddenly stopped. The evil spirit let out a scream like a baby's cry, but it was only wounded, not dead.

The pitch-black magic pattern spun like a fly, exuding a strong aura of resentment, instantly healing the evil spirit's injuries.

It roared, grinned, and slowly turned into an illusory figure, and flew again.

Feng Yiyun got up, sideways to dodge, and the long knife in his right hand rushed out, brushing the arm of the humanoid black shadow turned by the evil spirit.

An illusory arm was severed by the Xuan Knife, and before it could hit the ground, it was blown away by the night wind, turning into a cloud of black smoke and dissipating without a trace.

Feng Yi made a meritorious blow without the slightest pause, and hurriedly rushed forward. The long knife in his right hand danced a white curtain of light, and his head was under the cover of the evil spirit.

In the light curtain, the shadow of the knife is huo, and it can chase the wind quickly. It is Xin Li's famous stunt, 'Chasing the Wind Knife Method'.

The wind is invisible, coming and going to the southeast, going back and forth in the northwest, unpredictable, unpredictable, how to catch up?

Only by surpassing the wind speed and taking the lead in occupying its desired path before it changes lanes.

In this way, we can chase the wind in the true sense.

With a slash, the black shadow fluttered and changed. Without waiting for the move to be old, Feng Yi's right hand shook violently, and the sword light had already taken the lead, passing over the place where the evil spirit transformed.

Everywhere the sword passed, the evil spirit roared, piercing like the sorrowful cry of a night owl.

"Boom!"

Three swords in succession, the black mist collapsed, and the evil spirit was annihilated.

Feng Yi didn't stop, and hurriedly dodged towards Shen Xuan.

Shen Xuan's cultivation is not bad, even if he has injuries on his body, he has good combat power. She should be rescued first, so that the swords can merge and kill all the dozen or so evil spirits in this nest.

The idea is good, but the truth does not allow Feng Yi to do this.

There were a total of thirteen evil spirits, one trapped Shen Xuan, eight trapped Qiu Laosan and others, one was killed, and now there are three left.

The three evil spirits were swaying in the wind, ready to play and hide behind the bluestone, trembling Qing'er.

But he didn't want his companion to die a tragic death.

The three evil spirits knew that Feng Yi was strong, so they gave up Qing'er at the moment and rushed towards him together.

"Be careful. ”

Shen Xuan faced Feng Yi and saw three black shadows coming in the wind, and hurriedly shouted a warning.

Hearing this, Feng Yi turned around, and the long knife in his right hand swept across the chest, hitting the chest of the three evil spirits.

The screams came and went, Feng Yi didn't have time to rescue Shen Xuan, and hurriedly opened the formation and re-entered the battlefield.

The shadow of the knife is huo, the figure is flickering, and the black shadow is flickering.

Feng Yi fought three evil spirits alone with the power of one person, and he did not fall behind at all.

But the three evil spirits are fast, and they know that Feng Yi's hand is powerful, so they don't fight with it, they just wander around, ready to consume him to death.

Shen Xuan saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.

"Dead mad cow, when did your martial arts become so bad? With Xuan Bing in hand, can't you even handle three one-pattern evil spirits?"

Feng Yi fought with the enemy, never afraid of life and death, and became more and more courageous the more he fought, like a mad demon.

Shen Xuan fought dozens of battles with him, and his strength was clear. Seeing that he was fighting to the death every time, he was naturally angry, so he gave him the nickname 'Mad Cow'.

"You still have the face to say, if I hadn't been damn down by you, how could I have been able to stop me if there were few unsuccessful ones in this world, and I hadn't yet comprehended the secret techniques of the evil way?"

Feng Yi slashed out and forced the three evil spirits back, grumbling while looking up to see Qing'er.

The little girl is still hiding behind the bluestone, safe, but he doesn't have to worry too much.

It's just that the situation of Qiu Laosan and others is not optimistic.

"Huh? your dantian...... Ruined?" Shen Xuan was stunned, and there was no apology in his words.

That day, she hurriedly imprinted a palm on Feng Yi's lower abdomen, thinking that she was just seriously injuring him, but she didn't expect the consequences to be so severe.

Feng Yi didn't bother to talk nonsense with her, so he launched a ruthless attack, and the long knife slashed faster and faster.

The eight evil spirits that trapped Qiu Laosan also knew that the enemy was strong, and they sold their death power even more.

After three breaths, the two Law Enforcement Hall disciples who had weaker cultivation couldn't hold on to their minds, and after screaming, they were sucked into dry bones and skin.

Those two evil spirits gained the essence and blood of the living people, and their demonic energy suddenly increased greatly. There was a strange roar, turning into a humanoid black shadow and rushing towards Feng Yi.

Before the yin wind arrived, two big black hands like pu fans had already grabbed them in the air.

Feng Yi knew that the two evil spirits who had obtained the human blood spirit had already realized the secret technique of the evil way, and they had become a real evil spirit, so he didn't dare to take the attack hard, and hurriedly staggered to avoid it.

But because of the regression of cultivation, although the reflexes are still agile, the body can't keep up.

I didn't notice it for a while, but I was hooked by a big hand on my left shoulder.

Suddenly, the skin and flesh opened, and the blood flowed for a long time.

The black shadow's big hand curled his fingers into claws, and he pulled back sharply, tearing off a large piece of the skin and flesh of Feng Yi's left shoulder.

With severe pain in his left shoulder, Feng Yi gasped, and in a hurry, he subconsciously flew up with his right foot to kick the evil spirit that pounced on him.

kicked out, Feng Yi secretly said badly, but it was too late to retract his feet.

He had previously been a fourth-level cultivator of the quenching body, and there was a large amount of Yuan Force between his flesh and blood. Therefore, the legs and feet alone can also injure evil spirits.

But at this time, it was different, the Yuan Qi Evil Dragon in the Jiang Palace had not been completely refined at all, and the Yuan Force he could call on was only a trace of Yuan Force aura emitted by the Yuan Qi Evil Dragon.

The aura of Yuan Li is so weak that it is almost negligible, how can it hurt the evil spirits?

Sure enough, he kicked out, as if he was in the lake.

The evil spirit was not hurt at all, but Feng Yi staggered uncontrollably to the right side because of inertia.

The distance of this step happened to crash into the black mist of evil spirits.

The black mist poured into his body like a tide, pouring into his body along the pores around his body, and Feng Yi suddenly lost control of his opponent's feet and body.

He stood still, unable to move half a step further.

"Fuck ......"

Feng Yi scolded, his right hand was loosened, and the long knife fell to the ground.

The demon pattern on the evil spirit's chest spun rapidly, emitting a strong aura of resentment, impacting Feng Yi's mind.

He gritted his teeth and stoic, and the negative emotions such as irritability, anxiety, anger, depression, grievance, and pain in his heart were seduced out by resentment, intertwined into scenes of light and shadow, and appeared in front of him.

Unconsciously, Feng Yi was already sweating.

"......Mad Cow? It's me who is sorry for you. ”

Shen Xuan seemed to be crying, but Feng Yi didn't pay attention to it.

His entire mind at the moment was immersed in the light and shadow in front of him.

It was some memory images that he had forgotten for a long time, and now he recalled them with the help of evil spirits.

In the layers of mist, there is a beautiful woman. She fell on her back, blood gushing madly from her mouth while she smiled.

A motherly smile.

"Mother......

Feng Yi blurted out, but the picture changed suddenly. At the age of two, he had been lifted into the air by a red-haired woman covered in crimson flames.

Who is a woman and what is her name?

Feng Yi didn't know, only that she was an enemy, an enemy who killed her parents.

The cyan streamer burst from the eastern sky, turning into an elegant scholar in a cyan robe.

He and the red-haired woman fought in the sky, and it was difficult to tell the winner.

In the end, the scholar used the secret technique to burn the essence and blood of Shouyuan, and only then did he force the red-haired woman back and save himself.

"Son, I will be your master from now on. ”

The scholar is no longer elegant, because of the secret arts, his height and cultivation have been ruined, turning into old age and gray hair.

"Master......"

Feng Yi shouted again.

The master and apprentice came to the Dragon Yin Sect and settled down.

One day a year later, Master left suddenly, and when he returned, he was seriously wounded, holding a blood-stained baby girl in his arms.

He seemed to have forgotten something, stared at himself for a long time, until the sun set, and finally muttered: "Feng Yi, your name is Feng Yi, are you my apprentice?"

The light and shadow changed again, it was the midnight of the Dragon three years ago.

That night, Dao streamers flew in from all directions, and they all sank into the depths of the Spirit Mist Mountain Range.

Master stood in front of the door, looking northwest, thoughtfully.

He seemed to be muttering to himself, but Feng Yi didn't listen carefully at that time.

Now that the memory has been reawakened, Feng Yi heard it clearly, and the master was saying, "Who am I? I am not Xin Li, who am I?"

In the middle of the night, Master walked into the Spirit Mist Mountain Range alone and never returned.