In the deepest part of the village, a dilapidated ancestral hall remains, with a decaying gate and a plaque that does not know what is written, and grass that spreads over the steps and fills the courtyard.

The little girl cautiously walked through the courtyard, lest she break the silence, and entered the lobby where the tablet was enshrined, she reverently closed her hands, bowed deeply three times, and gently walked to the corner of the hay, and sat against the wall, holding the cicada-shaped pendant hanging from her chest in both hands in a daze.

Qi Yunye stood on the ancient tree outside the ancestral hall, silently watching the little girl's every move. The ancestral hall was abandoned, and the enshrined tablets had long been taken back to the villagers' homes, but the little girl's actions still maintained her respect for the ancestral hall and remembered it in her heart.

The breeze moved slightly, the black clothes fell, Feng Jian Fei appeared beside Qi Yunye, looked at the little girl in the ancestral hall and said softly: "Twelve years ago, Moshan suddenly had a vision, the former patriarch Mo Li led the crowd to go deep into Moshan to explore, mysteriously disappeared, his younger brother Mo Li entered the mountain for seven days before returning, when Mo Li's wife had a difficult birth, gave birth to a daughter and died, raised by Mo Li, named Mo Qianxun, six years ago, the vision of Mo Mountain rose again, Mo Yan entered the mountain again, never returned, and then the tribe was attacked by mysterious people, all warriors died, and there is no martial arts inheritance to this day. ”

Qi Yunye turned his head to look at Feng Jianfei, and asked with some confusion, "Where did you know?"

"The handwriting of the current patriarch Mo Qianshan records a lot of useful information. Feng Jianfei looked at the little girl, the appearance of this handwritten note made him feel a little strange, but most of the recorded information was true, the most amazing of them was the little girl in front of her, her thin body seemed to hide a wonderful power.

Feng Jianfei turned his eyes to the ancestral hall and said in a deep voice: "The attack six years ago not only killed all the warriors, but also killed many villagers, and Mo Qianxun was among them, but in the end, she was inexplicably resurrected, maintaining the appearance of six years ago, and the most puzzling thing is that everything about her will be selectively ignored by the villagers!"

"Ignore!" Qi Yunye focused his gaze on the little girl, which would explain why the villagers turned a blind eye to the little girl, such a strange situation was unheard of.

"Snort!" With a soft groan, red blood flowed out of the little girl's mouth, her breath suddenly weakened by half, and her little hand held up the jade cicada, looking at the sudden crack, her eyes were even darker.

Feng Jianfei and Qi Yunye looked around vigilantly, and at the moment just now, the originally peaceful spiritual power of heaven and earth suddenly became a little more evil, and if there was anything, it would affect the sanity of the two of them.

The dark night shrouded the earth with a dark veil, the balance of light and darkness had been broken, and the darkness that had been suppressed for a long time was breeding, sweeping the entire Moshan like a tide, and the jade cicada held by the little girl in her hand seemed to be the last bit of light in the darkness, and it was also crumbling at this time.

Several dead bodies appeared outside the ancestral hall, scarlet eyes stared at the little girl with some fear, as if they could no longer feel the power to suppress themselves, the dead corpses rushed into the ancestral hall ferociously, the rotten doorpost was overwhelmed, the wall collapsed, and a soft blue light protected the little girl from harm.

The dry fingers grabbed the little girl's throat, the blue light lit up, and the little girl was thrown aside hard, staggered to her feet, and muttered to herself: "Are you running out of strength? Daddy, where are you? Chihiro is so sleepy, I want to sleep!"

Looking at the oncoming corpse, she slowly closed her eyes, the pressure of the years had long since become too much for her to bear, maybe it should have been over a long time ago, she quietly waited for the end of everything.

"Thunder!"

The blue thunder rose around the little girl, and the intertwined electric light extinguished the evil power on the corpse, but it didn't seem to be enough, the corpse rushed over with the thunder, Qi Yunye drew his knife with his backhand, and forcibly stopped the corpse with a sharp move.

"Big brother!" the little girl opened her eyes and exclaimed with some uncertainty, her consciousness now a little blurred.

Qi Yunye picked up the little girl, waved out the long knife, and said in a firm voice: "I'll take you to find your father!"

The little girl smiled happily, then became gloomy again, shook her head and said, "I can't find it anymore, I can't find it!" Big brother, let's go, they're coming!"

Feng Jian Fei slashed back two dead corpses with a sword, this terrifying body couldn't break through the defense at all, the dead corpses around continued to increase, and a few powerful breaths faintly appeared, it seemed that Mo Qianxun was their important target, looking at the little girl who had fallen asleep, he asked in a low voice, "How is she?"

Qi Yunye hugged the little girl with one hand, clenched the long knife with the other, and said with an ugly face: "The condition is not very good, although I don't know what's going on, but I can feel her vitality is constantly passing." ”

The cold wind gradually rose, the grass and trees squirmed, the air was filled with a murderous atmosphere, the dead bodies around consciously avoided, and a man with a dark face walked slowly, his burly body contained terrifying power, his reddened eyes revealed a bit of wisdom, his throat squirmed, and he made a hoarse voice: "Kill!"

"You ......"

Before Qi Yunye finished speaking, he saw the man disappear from the sight of the two, only to hear the roar of the air, and the man suddenly appeared beside Qi Yunye and punched out.

Qi Yunye subconsciously put the knife across his chest to block this simple punch.

"Bell!" The blade roared, and the powerful fist power was transmitted to the chest through the long knife, the sternum was brittle, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and the whole person fell out of more than ten meters, and he knelt on the ground in embarrassment.

Feng Jian Fei's eyes were slightly cold, this was pure physical strength, and Qi Yunye was half dead with one punch, and the physical cultivation of the spiritual artistic conception was terrifying!

The man's eyes were fixed on the little girl, his face was hideous, and his mouth kept shouting: "Kill, kill, kill!" The power of his legs burst out to break the stone slab, and he rushed towards the little girl in Qi Yunye's arms.

"Dawn!"

The silver light is like twilight, breaking through the night sky, the amazing sword light is annihilated inch by inch under the fist of opening the sky, the left hand gathers the stars, and the vast star power gushes out, and the light of the stars and the moon illuminates the earth and covers the man's sight.

Feng Jianfei stopped the man's attack, gaining Qi Yunye a chance to breathe. The long sword danced, the sword light was staggered, and one move and one style skillfully interfered with the man's strength, temporarily blocking the attack.

"Ah......h

Feng Jian Fei let go of the hilt of the sword, staggered his hands in the retreat, stopped the heavy blow, grabbed the ground with one hand, stopped the retreating body, and stretched back with the other hand to dissolve the remaining strength.

Fortunately, the opponent is unconscious, and only retains the most basic fighting methods, although the pressure is very high, but it is not powerless. Dodging the thrown sword, he turned and held it in his hand, and spread out his body to guard against the man's attack.

The man's movements stopped slightly, and his gaze touched the wound on his chest, as if there was a residual force affecting the healing of the wound. He stretched out his hand to cover the wound, the gray dead air lingered, a wisp of ghost flame was extinguished in an instant, and the wound healed instantly.

"Chihiro!" the man muttered in a low voice, his reddened eyes looked at the unconscious little girl on the side, boundless killing intent surged again, and his body jumped, running towards the little girl.

Qi Yunye's figure swinged away, the sky in his hand was beating with a faint blue electric light, and the violent thunder spread out in the air, wrapping around the man's body like a snake, the thunder thundered, but it failed to restrict his movements, a heavy fist bombarded the blade, and his fists swung like a storm.

"Bell ......"

The light of the knife flashed, the crisp sound roared in the air, and the flesh and blood fists resisted the long knife, but there was no damage at all, and every time the heavy punch fell, Qi Yunye took a step back, and the stone slab under his feet also shattered, and the distance between him and the little girl gradually narrowed.

"Can't retreat!" he slammed on the ground, slashed out, and with the remaining strength to take off into the air, the spiritual power around his body completely exploded, and the blue light shone in the air, like the momentum of heavenly power and slashed down.

"Thunder!"

The thunder and lightning moved wildly, converging into a destructive light and slashing down towards the man, he roared wildly, and his right fist blasted out against the blue light. Suddenly, the light was sparse, the rocks flew sideways, a crack spread from behind the man, the electric light on his body flickered and dimmed, and the arm he waved hung down weakly, and the skin and flesh were open.

"Cough ......" Qi Yunye turned over and landed, stabilized his figure, and a mouthful of blood gushed out. This move is tangible and intangible, but it still has good power, but the defense and self-healing of the person in front of him are indeed amazing, and the wounds caused by him heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Feng Jian Fei took this opportunity to rush forward, and the long sword in his hand swept up a silver light, which was extremely staggered on the man's body, and the sword light converged, piercing the man's chest in one fell swoop, swinging the sword and slashing, and retreating.

"Is it over?" Qi Yunye said with some uncertainty as he looked at the man who had fallen to the side. Although I don't know the specific strength of the man, it definitely belongs to the spiritual realm, without a trace of vitality, but it seems to retain a trace of sanity, which is incomprehensible.

In the moment when the two hesitated, the man's body was mutated, and a gray energy wound his body into a cocoon, and a ray of gray light shuttled outward, submerging into the eyebrows of the dead corpses around, and the dead corpses instantly turned into ashes and drifted away with the wind, and the brighter light returned to the gray cocoon, feeding back the energy.

Most of the energy between heaven and earth is carried in the form of spiritual power, but there are also other forms of bearing, such as the power of the stars and the moon evolved in "Tianchen", and the energy in front of you is different from the dark spiritual power, which is more pure.

His pupils contracted, his gaze tightened, this power seemed familiar, yes, it was the same death power as Mu Yun's death curse!

"Let's go!" Feng Jianfei immediately decided, his figure fluttered, picked up the little girl and swept towards Moshan.

The gray cocoon broke, a gray circle of light swung outward with the man as the center, the world was discolored everywhere he went, everything was quiet, all vitality was instantly deprived, and it was transformed into the power of death to give back to his body, and his reddish eyes looked at the direction where several people disappeared, and muttered: "Chihiro!"

"Within a thousand meters, the vitality is lost, from life to death, to death, to be able to cultivate such an immortal corpse, then the dead weapon buried in Moshan can only be that one, I hope you don't let me down!" The man in black looked at this mysterious mountain meaningfully on an ancient tree, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

The black sky, the blood moon in the sky, the bewitching red shrouded the entire Moshan, and the power of the dream realm carried a trace of strange power to wreak havoc on the earth, separating Moshan from the outside world.