The green leaves fluttered in the wind, like dancing ghosts. Falling to the ground, the shadow is reflected on the ground, slowly becoming longer and larger, which is chilling.

The wind howled coldly, which could not appear in the primeval forest, and from time to time the rustle of the wind could be heard, through which the edge of the canopy could faintly be seen faintly covered with blood-red mist, hanging in the night after the dim twilight like cold ink. It's past dusk, the day is coming to an end, and the drama in the primeval forest has just begun.

The shadows of the leaves seemed to come to life, and gradually became human form.

The shadow of a humanoid.

As the sun sets, the woods are luxuriant, the light is dim, and only the black shadows of leaky eyes and empty mouths crawl out of the swamp mud, like a corpse in the rotting earth suddenly has strength, and no matter how big the swamp is, the black shadow spreads wherever it goes. Not only this camphor tree, but also the neighboring ones, the distant ones, meandering to cover the sky and the earth.

The black shadow was hung with mud on its body, and it stood up little by little, its body as thin as a piece of paper, and then, suddenly, raised its head!

From a distance, the mud looks like a bloody face. Everything was damp, the skin of the trees and dirt was starting to fester, and the air smelled suffocating.

Suddenly, a dark shadow swept over the treetops, and the silence in the forest was terrible, and the sun was setting, as if darkness was about to swallow everything. Moving black shadows appeared and disappeared in the treetops, poking out a head and quickly retracting, and they walked through the trees, like bats that only appeared at night.

Shen Qi stood in the middle of this group of shadows, broken branches playing with their fingertips, laughing evilly.

Although the aura can't hurt them, it can scare them. He wanted to see how far the boy could go.

Wherever there is a shadow, a figure will be conjured. Not far away, next to every tree, stood a strange figure...... And here, only Ming Qi, Qi, An Ling, and Wen Yu are real people.

The trees depict the fate of the body, the pain and struggle of being locked here for hundreds of thousands of years, turning into a dead tree that decays like white bones, beheaded, hands stretched out to the sky, speechless to complain about their words that have not been known for many years.

Four figures also appeared on the ground at once. No, it can't be said to be a human figure, there is no one around the dead tree. It was a shadow that appeared on the ground out of thin air, like the figure of a person. They surround An Ling, as if they are doing some celebratory ceremony.

They bared their teeth and kept screaming and barking, as if to say, "What delicious food, I'm going to eat you!" ”

An Ling watched in horror as one shadow after another came out of the ground, every fallen leaf falling, every oblique shadow of a stone, all of which turned into a black, damp shadow. Take a deep breath of cold air, close your eyes tightly, and never dare to stare at them again.

There was no one to be seen in the silent primeval forest, there seemed to be footsteps behind him, and his body wanted to curl up in a ball, but he didn't dare to move.

In this environment, An Ling's whole body was bubbling with cold air, and her scalp was numb for a while.

How he wished it was a dream! I woke up from a dream and saw a familiar room and a gentle mother.

A voice came from behind.

"It's so fragrant, it's a delicious soul, it's a pure soul, I haven't seen it for years......"

"I was in this kind of body when I was alive, and after hundreds of years, I still like my first body."

"Heh, you're only a few hundred years old, and I've been thousands of years old...... It's been a thousand years since I stayed in this dark place...... I can't remember how long it was......"

As the voice spoke, countless hands came out of the ground one after another, and the "black" shadows made bursts of "strange sounds", shaking their teeth and claws, like a huge monster with a big black mouth, trying to swallow An Ling's whole body.

An Ling gripped her hand tightly, and the sweat from her palms was about to wring out water. He was so frightened that he almost fainted, but because his willpower was too strong and his spirit was too high, he never fainted as he wished.

This was the first time he hated that he was too strong to even faint at a critical moment!

A black hand came out of the ground, grabbed An Ling's calf and climbed up, with a cold palm behind him.

The middle-aged man's voice came from underground.

"Ah, such a young body, I really want to take it for myself...... It's good that this body is mine, I really want to go out and see the outside world...... These trees have been blocked for so many years, and this forest has been quiet for so many years, and it is time for someone to stir up a storm. ”

Another, older voice rang out: "Don't complain. How many years has this vine of yours grown, I have seen the sun longer than your age, it is you who grow short and can't see the outside world, so don't rely on others. ”

The middle-aged man's voice: "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be so short!" It's all because you blocked the sun, it's all because you robbed me of my nourishment! ”

The old man's voice: "You recognize your own position, you are a vine, a vine that relies on others to climb up, how can you compare with a tree?" ”

Two voices tore and shouted, and the shrill voices grew denser.

"God, have mercy on me, let me die!" An Ling looked up at the sky, but the sky was covered by thick branches, and he didn't have a chance to take a look.

His feet were deep in the mud, surrounded by a circle of slimy shadows, and many more stood up one after the other, crawling on top of him, pinching his hands and gnawing at his feet.

Without Qi carrying him, his legs sank a little, and the huge swamp was like a monster with an open mouth, devouring little by little, An Ling really felt that he was going to be eaten.

Strangely, only An Ling had a shadow entanglement on his body, and neither Qi nor Wen Yu had a shadow on his body.

"An Ling, don't talk!" A familiar voice came from above, and Qi stood on the tree, stepping on the broken branch under his feet, and calmly looking at everything in front of him.

"I ...... I want to cry...... What is this? An Ling cried out loud with a sad face, he was so big that he was going to be scared to cry for the first time.

Qi's voice was still so calm, calm enough to calm people's hearts, "An Ling, don't speak, listen to me now." These things listen to sounds, and if you don't speak, they will let go of you little by little. ”

An Ling suddenly realized, "Oh, oh, oh! ”

Qi frowned, An Ling hurriedly covered his mouth after shouting, and sure enough, after a short while, the shadow on his body stopped moving.

"Hey, why is there no sound?"

"Shhh

"I could hear his heartbeat, he didn't run far, he didn't run far, he ...... Don't let him run away, the child who was finally caught can't run away. ”

An Ling wants to stop her heartbeat now!

If you can!

Ki breathed a sigh of relief.

Really guessed it.

These shadows come to people by listening to voices.

As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, his brow furrowed again.

Standing on a tree and looking down is more visually striking than standing on the ground.

It also worries him even more.

It was as if there were countless pairs of eyes looking at him, staring at him, as long as the man in front of him gave an order, they could tear him to pieces.

Wailing and weeping ghosts are everywhere, and the ghosts that drift and crawl gasp and laugh greedily. Wandering, screaming, the scene was like a corpse crawling out of the Lethe River. Dragging heavy bodies and rotting feet to find the next boarder.

There was a faint appearance of hemp rope hanging under the branches, blown by the wind heavily, fluttering, and there were blood stains on the hemp rope.

It's purgatory on earth.

Ming Qi looked at the boy on the branch with appreciation, Qi's every move, every expression was seen by Ming Qi, the boy was afraid, his eyes betrayed his composure. But he hides it deeply, and he is still able to find the weakness of the shadow in such a short time.

This man is definitely not simple.

If it's really a ghost fetus's subordinate, it will definitely be a military advisor position.

But it is impossible for a human to escape the palm of his hand, although his spells are likely to be useless to them.

But he is confident that with only fists and feet, this teenager is not his opponent.

"Are you a demon?" Qi suddenly asked him, "Are you the one in charge of the soul?" ”

"Why did I tell you?" Stygian smiled back at him, but the smile clearly didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

Before the words fell, a sharp sound of breaking the air came straight to his chest!

It's too late to dodge, so he can only keep the most fragile chest, Qi can't care so much, and his reaction speed is extremely fast, but he still hasn't completely dodged.

"Hmm!"

The branch that had been in Mingqi's hand was like a hidden weapon, cutting through Qi's sleeve.

Clang!

With a thud, the branch pierced into the trunk and plunged halfway into it.

Red, a little bit of blood, flowed down the white arm, and embellished a red flower on the shirt.

Thankfully, it didn't hurt the vital point.

Qi covered the wound with one hand, and looked at Ming Qi with wary eyes.

Where is the look that a teenager should have, it is obviously the hostility and provocation of the king of all beasts in the mountains and forests against the invaders.

Shen Qi didn't give him time to relax, the black long sword was unsheathed, although the long sword was ordinary, but as long as you looked closely, you could see that it was different.

The luxurious and low-key pattern can only be found by the user, and the whole sword is like a dark qi, and the edge is hidden inside.

The long sword roared by, bringing the breath of winter, like the biting coldness of the cold wind of the wax moon.

Qi calmed down, flashed to the right side of the long sword a moment before it arrived, climbed the branch and dodged dexterously, flipped his wrist, and a delicate long-bladed knife appeared in his hand, blocking the attack of the long sword.

"Bell!"

Qi used a lot of strength, and Zhen's hands were numb, so that he could block the long sword in front of his neck.

The power of his sword was astonished.

The four eyes met, the corners of the mouth of the person behind the long sword hooked up an evil smile, and the thin lips lightly opened: "Children, don't do useless struggles, the game should be over." ”

"You're thinking so well." The young man's golden eyes were full of refusal.

"It's good or not, just try it. The sooner you show up, you'll probably live a little longer. Qi's eyes reflected Qi's appearance, and he could also see himself in Qi's eyes.

The same sharp, the same ruthless.

Qi quickly retreated at the moment when Ying Qi was distracted, steadying her breathing.

Blocking the sword with a sword, he was already in a weak position, and he stabilized his mind, knowing that if he wanted to win, he couldn't hit it hard, he could only use skill.

So Qi relied on the advantage of the mutable soul of the knife, and turned his hand a thousand times, and the still air was forced by the strength of the knife, turning into a strong wind blowing towards the vital point of the dead Qi.