When the blood moon is in the sky, everything is silent, and Moshan looks more and more weird in the moonlight. Facing the bewitching moonlight, the scattered people gradually gathered into a large team, stepping on the ancient forest road and walking to the depths of Moshan.

Luo Xiang stood on the ancient tree with a serious expression, looking at these puppet-like villagers, his brows furrowed slightly. With so many villagers, I'm afraid that none of the villages around Moshan will be spared, and if they control so many people, what is the other party going to do?

A figure appeared beside him, it was Yang Fenglie, who had acted separately before, but at this time he was in a little bad state, his breath was a little disordered, and his clothes were slightly embarrassed.

"How did you get like this?" Luo Xiang looked at him puzzled, with his strength, even if there were no more dead corpses, he wouldn't be like this.

Yang Fenglie took a pill, used his spiritual power to breathe, and said with a serious expression: "I was cleaning up the undead in other villages very smoothly, but when I was cleaning up the North Village, a mysterious person appeared to stop him, this person is very strong, I couldn't keep him." ”

"Mysterious person?" Luo Xiang looked at the sky with thoughtful eyes, the appearance of the blood moon isolated Moshan from the outside world, and there could be no outsiders, so who could it be?

"Could it be your two companions?"

Yang Fenglie shook his head slightly, thinking back to the mysterious man's moves and breath, it would definitely not be them, and the mysterious man felt like a dead man to himself, and said in a solemn tone: "By the way, that person has no breathing, no heartbeat, just like an undead corpse, although he does not have the immortal ability of an undead corpse, his defense is very strong, and he has a clear mind, which is more difficult." ”

It's getting more and more complicated!Luo Xiang sighed slightly, as Xiang Mo Mountain deepened, the influence of that force on himself was increasing, and more forces needed to be divided to resist its influence. Looking at the endless ancient road, the strange existence made him more and more uneasy, but the matter had come to this point, so he could only continue to walk, and said in a low voice: "Follow them, let's act when the opportunity arises!"

The ancient road spreads to the depths of Moshan Mountain, with mountains and rocks on both sides, and it seems to be as high as the sky when you look up. Towering ancient pines gather into a forest, the ancient road has no way here, this huge pine forest separates Moshan from this, for the end of this ancient pine forest, the depth of Moshan, there are few records.

Luo Xiang stopped on the thick trunk of the tree, looking at the villagers who kept going to the depths, he didn't choose to follow rashly, at the end of the ancient pine forest, the chilling feeling became stronger and stronger, and the sword in his hand kept stirring.

Blood Moon, Nightmare, Immortal Corpse, the root of all this is in the depths, the power of death that is separated from the ten systems, and the power of illusion that controls the mind, what is the source of the coexistence of these two forces?

Dead weapon, it must be an ancient dead weapon! But it can have such a powerful phantom power at the same time, and there is no record of this kind of dead weapon in ancient books! So what should we do next? Luo Xiang couldn't help but hesitate a little.

The air of the ancient pine forest has a faint fragrance, just like the fragrance of the first blooming orchid, fresh and elegant, and it smells very good. However, it was only for a short while, and there was a faint smell of blood in this faint fragrance, which flowed out from the depths of Moshan.

The two of them moved at the same time, and the pine trees gradually diminished until they disappeared, and the two skimmed over a steep slope and stopped, and the sight of them could no longer take their eyes off the slightest.

The undulating mountains, the epiphany all over the field, countless petals slowly warped, the snow-white coat slowly opened, clustered with each other, the petals were clear and delicate, and the tenderness made people feel distressed.

The bloom of the epiphany is only for a moment, but the epiphany in front of you stays in this most beautiful moment. Bathing in the bewishing moonlight, the epiphany trembled gently, a trace of crimson spread from its roots to the stems, and passed to the white petals, the holy flowers glowed with a strange red, and the wind blew gently, and the flowers swayed like a churning sea of blood.

"Dream Epiphany!" Luo Xiang spit out three words with difficulty, feeling the incomparable power of illusion, his protection of his mind was increased to the maximum, but his thoughts were still slowing down, and his mind was gradually lost.

A thousand-year-old dream, a thought of flowers, an instant of beauty, a dream eternal.

The strange things of heaven and earth in the legend can weave the existence of eternal illusions, and this dream epiphany blooming all over the mountains and fields allows him to see a different world.

The white epiphany blooms, withers, and clings all its resources to the short-lived sublimation of life, and the cycle of reincarnation is only paid in the silent empty mountain. In the depths of the sea of flowers, a cicada crawls out of an epiphany bud that does not know the age, and the flower has not bloomed but raised a cicada.

The name of the cicada is a cold dream, and the flower language is dreamy, in the depths of the mountain, accompanied by each other.

In that year, the strange treasures buried in the depths were revived, and the visions of heaven and earth protruded. He led his people into the mountains to explore, digging the ground at the vision, and countless epiphanyes were buried under the ground, and at last, they found the strange treasure, but in their joy they did not think that this was the beginning of a nightmare.

The evil power emanating arouses the greedy desire in the hearts of the people, causing the darkness in the hearts, and they lose their minds and fight together, sinking in the killing, until they die.

"Poof!" a mouthful of blood spurted out, the killing scene in front of him suddenly disappeared, and what caught his eye was those blood-red dream epiphany, sweat continued to drip on his pale face, he looked into the distance with palpitations, and in the depths of the sea of flowers, a huge round wheel rotated, and the villagers stepped into it one by one, pulling out their vitality, turning into a blood mist in the sky, filling the sky or infecting the earth.

On that round wheel, he felt a supreme will, which looked at all beings, making him fall to his knees irresistibly, unable to raise the slightest thought of resistance.

Luo Xiang was a little helpless, the mark set in advance, reversed the spiritual path in the case of losing his mind, and got rid of the domination of the power of illusion, but he didn't expect to encounter this supreme will, could it be over like this.

With the sound of a hammer, a golden crossbow arrow pierced the night sky, pierced through the blood mist, and hit the axis of the wheel. Suddenly, the golden light staggered, and countless spell seals covered the round wheel, forming a seal to suppress the round wheel.

"Forbidden Arrow!" Luo Xiang looked at the spell mark in the sky in amazement, that supreme will was forcibly isolated, he quickly sealed Yang Fenglie's six senses, and quickly evacuated with him.

The ancient wheel turned, the spell seal of the sky was crushed in the wheel shaft, the scattered golden light disappeared with the wind, the blood mist was in full bloom, enveloping the entire sea of flowers, the blood color surged, and the shadow was repeated.

In the ancient forest of the pines, the fog is heavy, the vast sky has lost the trace of the blood moon, and the dark sky looks very depressing. Yang Fenglie came to his senses, his expression was slightly angry, and he accidentally said, which made him very angry, and said a little unwillingly: "What is this! What should I do next?"

Luo Xiang rubbed his aching head, combing through the information he obtained, it turned out that the secret of Moshan was like this.

The Wheel of Life and Death, one of the ten great weapons of death in ancient times, controls the power of life and death, although it has been broken, it still has extraordinary power. On the wheel of life and death of the underworld, there is a remnant of an ancient power, protected by the wheel of life and death of the underworld and did not disappear, and awakened in this era, more and more evil, control the wheel of life and death of the underworld to suppress the dream of the epiphany, with the help of the dream power of the dream of the epiphany, manipulate the creatures of Moshan, deprive them of vitality to strengthen themselves.

The changes of the Moshi tribe, the disappearance of the warriors, all the disasters stem from this evil thought, and there are probably few living clansmen in the Moshi tribe today.

Di Qingyun, one of Yang Fenglie's teammates, it was also his arrow that created an opportunity for Luo Xiang to escape, he leaned on the trunk of the tree, lowered his eyes and face, silently held a golden arrow and turned it at his fingertips, an ordinary green clothes and strong suit covered his sharp aura, looking plain.

"Calm down, if it weren't for Qingyun's arrow, we would both have planted it!" Luo Xiang sighed slightly, his eyes fell on the arrow in Di Qingyun's hand, I have to say that this little arrow is indeed extraordinary, and asked slowly: "How many arrows of that level can be shot?"

"Two!"

"Not enough!" Luo Xiang shook his head in disappointment, the most terrifying thing about this evil thought is the potential, the arrow of the ban can break the momentum, but the gap that can be created is not enough at all, he looked into the depths of the pine forest, put his hand on the sword, and said in a low voice: "It's coming!"

The two looked up, only to see a man in ink walking slowly, his shape was like a withered tree, his eyes were dull, and his whole body exuded a cold aura, which came from the same source as that evil thought, but he lacked the supreme momentum.

"Corpse King!" Luo Xiang slowly shook his sword, his expression a little serious. Although the realm of the Immortal Corpse King belongs to the Spirit King realm, its comprehensive strength can definitely reach the level of the Spirit Emperor, and for the three people in the Spirit Master Realm, the problem is still a bit big!

"This body is congenitally too poor, and it is the limit to be able to become a corpse king, but the three of you are good, come on! Give me the body, and I will make you an immortal corpse emperor!"

Yang Fenglie raised his long sword and pointed at the Corpse King, and said in a disdainful tone: "Trash! It's just an evil thought that lingers, and he still wants to live forever, it's just a daydream!"

The corpse king stretched out his palm, and a gray flame rose in his hand, lingering with a rich dead aura, and said with some excitement: "Those extraordinary powers that have entered the sainthood and competed with heaven and earth have not turned into a handful of loess in the end, so immortality is the highest pursuit!"

"Now I control the wheel of life and death in the underworld, I have the power of life and death, I dominate the life and death of all things, surrender to me, I can give you eternal life!" The corpse king spread his hands, the gray flame spread, the wheel of life and death rotated, and the entire ancient pine forest withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What a terrifying power!" Di Qingyun said in a low voice, his gaze fell on the gray flame, the pure power of death, giving people a feeling of despair!

"Give you one more chance, surrender to me, and I will grant you eternal life, or I will sacrifice you to a dead body without wisdom!"

Luo Xiang's fingers twisted lightly, a finger flicked away, the subtle spiritual power was intertwined like silk around, as if sinking into the boundless dead silence, he turned his eyes, and instantly understood, the other party was building momentum, evil thoughts have the constraints of dreams and epiphany, can be pinned on the corpse king, leaving the sea of flowers must have great limitations, he is so preemptive, it is just to illustrate this point, nodded to the two, pulled out the long sword, and walked away, the gorgeous sword light bloomed on the earth.