The ink mountain is not high, but it is not small, and the pine trees that stretch away cover the ink mountain, dyeing it into a dark green, and there is no difference in color. A large mountain nurtures a living being, and the Moshi tribe is built on the mountain, living here for generations, living a life without contention.

The ancient pine wooden house, the tea is fragrant, and the man in white drinks the tea in the cup lightly, his expression is leisurely, but this tranquility is broken by a sudden figure.

"Brother Luo is really interested! He can still sit here and drink tea quietly. A slightly mocking tone sounded in the room, only to see a young man push the door open.

The man in white put down the teacup, raised his head slightly, and said with a smile: "Some things can be done without being in a hurry, I don't know what progress Brother Yang has?"

Yang Fenglie sat unceremoniously, took the teacup handed by Luo Xiang, pressed the lid of the cup lightly with his fingers, and said bluntly: "I can't deduce anything from the words of the people in the tribe, but what happened to your two juniors? ”

"Sometimes the invisible opponent is the most terrifying!" Luo Xiang didn't answer directly, but said to himself: "The academy sent a message to upgrade this mission to level five and allow me to interrupt the mission. ”

Yang Fenglie's expression moved slightly, thoughtful. He came from the Imperial Capital Tianyao Academy, and although he had some prejudices about Tianwu Academy, he had to admit that Tianwu Academy's strength was extraordinary. The fifth-level difficulty is indeed dangerous for him, but he is not like Luo Xiang who leads a team of juniors to do the task.

"In that case, do you give up these two, or do you put the remaining two in together?" Yang Fenglie's words were full of ridicule. The strong should be with the strong, and what great things can be achieved with a group of burdens!

On the boulder at the entrance of the village, Qi Yunye lay on the cool stone face with his head in his hands, facing the soft sunlight, looking at the dark green mountains in the distance, and he didn't know what to think.

The black-clothed young man jumped onto the boulder, sat down beside Qi Yunye, handed over a few pine cones, and said with a smile: "Tribal specialty, epiphany pine cones, I took a lot of effort to get them." ”

Qi Yunye ate one and said with a different color, "It's not bad, but Brother Feng, you won't spend all morning on this!"

Feng Jianfei nodded, held up a pine cone in his palm, and said with some doubts: "The epiphany contained in the epiphany pine cone is the most authentic epiphany fragrance, but according to the people in the tribe, there is no epiphany in Moshan, and the epiphany pine cone appeared twelve years ago, that is, the year when the mystery of Moshan began!"

"Such a coincidence!" Qi Yunye carefully looked at the pine cone in his hand, and did not find anything peculiar, and asked: "This is indeed Epiphany, right, are they sure that there is no Epiphany in Moshan?"

"Not sure, the people of the Moshi tribe have never set foot in the depths of the Moshan Mountain, and the Mosong forest in the mountain is the place where they go deepest, and these pine cones are found there, as the Moshan changes, they no longer dare to go too deep into the mountain, and there are fewer and fewer epiphany pine cones. ”

"In the final analysis, the reason is still in the depths of Moshan, but now the situation is unknown, and it is too difficult to enter the mountain!" Thinking of the two seniors who disappeared strangely, Qi Yunye couldn't help but sigh a little, and disappeared into the night quietly, and everyone was a little scared.

"I just saw the three seniors of Tianyao Academy, and I feel that the strength of Senior Luo is almost the same, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse!" Feng Jianfei was a little worried, conflicts between academies are very common, what will happen is really unpredictable.

"There's a little girl there!"

Following the direction of Fengjian Fei's point, Qi Yunye looked up and saw a five or six-year-old girl standing at the entrance of the village, her thin body leaning against the thick wooden wall, her big eyes looking into the distance, that gaze was familiar!

Expectation, fear, helplessness!

Qi Yunye's hands gradually clenched, wasn't this his own at that time? But living in a simple tribe, how could he have such a look? He jumped off the boulder with puzzlement, slowly walked to the little girl's side, slowly squatted down to be level with her, and asked in the softest tone possible, "Little sister, what are you looking at?"

Hearing Qi Yunye's question, the little girl realized that there were more people around her, and suddenly her eyes were full of hope, and she said in a slightly expectant tone: "I'm waiting for my parents, can my eldest brother take me to them?"

"Where are your mom and dad?"

"They were in the mountains, but I couldn't wait, and I couldn't find them. The little girl's eyes gradually moistened, her hands twisted the corners of her clothes uneasily, and she asked in a low voice, "Can you take me to my parents?"

Qi Yunye was silent, he didn't dare to refuse, but he couldn't agree either, it turned out that he was still so incompetent!

The little girl's gaze became dim again, her hands let go of the corners of her clothes, she glanced at the dark green mountain, and reluctantly withdrew her gaze.

"Thank you, brother, I'm going home!"

The little girl turned around and ran towards the village, the thin figure disappeared into Qi Yunye's eyes, and he was still squatting on the ground, speechless for a long time.

"Brother Feng, am I too incompetent?"

Feng Jianfei looked at the direction where the little girl disappeared, put one hand on Qi Yunye's shoulder, and said softly: "No, we are not strong enough!"

The sun sets, the sunset dyes the sky red, a team of hunters returns with a full load, the team is full of laughter, with the joy of the harvest, the hunters slowly disperse with the welcome of their families, and there is only one person left in the huge team, standing silently at the intersection.

"Brother Mo!"

The man came back to his senses, looked at the indifferent young man, a trace of doubt in his heart completely disappeared, and said with a smile: "It's Xiaoxiang! Today is very rich, and I will cook a big meal for you in the evening!"

Luo Xiang nodded with a smile and said, "Then it's troublesome Brother Mo, I'll go and find Xiaofei and Xiaoye back first, and I don't know where they went to play!"

"Hurry up and find them, I'll go home and get ready." The man boldly carried his prey on his shoulders and disappeared at the intersection.

Yang Fenglie walked out from the side, looked at the sad face between Luo Xiang's eyebrows, and asked a little puzzled: "Is there a problem?"

Luo Xiang stretched out his right hand, and a wisp of blue flame burned at the tip of his finger, which was extinguished in an instant, and that finger was the finger that had secretly touched the man before.

"There are twenty-one people who went out hunting today. ”

"Twenty-one people?" Yang Fenglie looked at Luo Xiang with some incredulity, he clearly remembered that only sixteen people returned to the village, so what about five others?

Luo Xiang looked at the silver full moon quietly rising in the sky, and a trace of uneasiness appeared in his heart.

The light is gone, the darkness breeds, the nightmare hidden in the darkness, accompanied by the brilliance of the silver moon, the power is reflected on the earth, with the ink mountain as the core, with the silver moon as the medium, to dominate the creatures of this land, what is this for?

Luo Xiang looked at Moshan with some confusion, the dark mountain contained a power that made his heart palpitate, and that power was constantly spreading around.

"Brother Yang, it seems that we have a big deal!"

Luo Xiang had regained his previous composure, and began to think of a way to break the situation in his heart, and went up to a high place lightly to have a full view of the situation in the village. Yang Fenglie's fighting intent was fierce, and his fierce eyes looked at the villagers who had been dominated by nightmares, and his words revealed a strong killing intent: "If you don't kill all these villagers, I'll see what he can do!"

The villagers shook their bodies, opened a pair of godless eyes, like a puppet with a string, staggered out of the village entrance, and walked towards Moshan, where all the secrets were hidden.

"Don't do it to the villagers unless you have to. Luo Xiang lowered his voice, holding a silver long sword in his left hand, a wisp of blue light wrapped around the hilt of the sword, his luck dispelled the blue light, his eyes looked into the distance deeply, and he muttered: "The more living beings share this power, the less impact it will have on us." ”

Yang Fenglie's face showed a trace of unhappiness, this kind of timid battle has never been his style, and said coldly: "Now in this situation, don't you care about the junior brother?"

"They, it's up to them!" he said, his gaze stirring, as if it meant something.

The huge village was dimly lit and silent under the moonlight, and the cold wind blew and the clothes danced, and the black and white colors were intertwined in the air. The two stood with their backs to each other, staring at the deserted village, silently waiting.

For Moshan, they are outsiders, and for those behind the scenes, they are variables, and in order for the plan to go smoothly, the variables must be smoothed out!

The evening wind stopped suddenly, the air around them instantly became cold, the two opened their eyes at the same time, their bodies were staggered, and the four black shadows near their bodies were repulsed, and the drum tower on which they stood collapsed, and the two of them fell to the ground, looking at the so-called black shadows.

The four of them were all pitch black as burnt, and they could only see the general outline, and the only thing that was exposed was the pair of scarlet eyes, full of endless killing intent.

"Is it killable?"

Luo Xiang's body leaned slightly, and he suddenly exerted force, like turning into a white light and rushing towards the black man in front of him, and the spiritual power staggered, tearing the ground out of the crack.

"Completely sunken puppet, kill!"

Yang Fenglie showed a bloodthirsty smile, stepped on the ground, and instantly approached the side of a person at a very fast speed, sealed the opponent's hands with one hand, and smashed his head with a punch, and his whole body directly smashed through the wooden wall, falling out more than ten meters.

Leaning to avoid the attack of another person, his arm clamped the opponent's right hand, his right elbow smashed his chest, his hands turned into fists, and he hit the vital point in the chest one after another, and the spiritual power gathered, and the body flew upside down, and the stone slab on the ground shattered.

Something is wrong! Such a deadly attack, but there is not a trace of blood flowing out of the two of them, and they can still stand up normally, is this still human?

Looking at the two people who stood up, Yang Fenglie didn't stop for a moment, his spiritual power covered his hands, turned into a knife, accurately pierced the hearts of the two people, and knocked the two to the ground again, but his expression became a little irritable because the two stood up again.

The silver light streaked, and two small sword marks appeared on the eyebrows of the two of them, and the tenacious body seemed to have lost its pillar and fell to the ground.

"The immortal corpse is made of the direct blood of the living, there is no blood, no life, immortal and indestructible, and the only weakness is the wisp of death in the center of the eyebrows. ”

The eyebrows are broken, the dead air is dispersed, and the four dead corpses are turned into dry bones, dust to dust, and dust to dust.

"Nightmares, dead bodies, this ink mountain is far more complicated than we imagined!"

Yang Fenglie slowly pulled out his long sword, the fiery red sword body reflected a bewitching light, his cold gaze touched the black shadows that kept appearing, and said coldly: "Immortal corpse, I want to see if you are really immortal!"