The source of Weishui, Bird and Mouse Mountain, was originally supposed to be a flock of flying birds, but now there is only a piece of dead air left.

There are many fir trees planted on Bird and Mouse Mountain, which was originally a dark green, but now it is shrouded in this black and gray atmosphere, and it looks even darker.

The three of them walked on the Bird and Mouse Mountain, the dense fir trees above their heads seemed to block out the sun, and under the canopy were damp roots and moss.

It's just that there is no life in this place, and there are mosquitoes, snakes, rats, birds and animals, which makes it a little weird.

A dark green stretched to the top of the hill, and soon it was green and yellow, and the green grass gradually withered, and the fir withered, taking away the last trace of life left in the forest.

The only life is the moss that grows on the stones under the murmuring water in the forest, which has become the only bit of green between the black and white world.

Zong Ye jumped into the water and gently scraped off the moss on the stone, and then piled up the moss with the hem of his clothes: "Xue Gongzi, are these enough?"

"Enough. ”

Zong Ye poured all the moss in his arms into the brocade bag and handed it to Xue Yu.

Bai Luo looked at Xue Yuyu and raised his eyebrows: "Taken away?"

As soon as the words fell, the hurricane rose again, and the river swirled, and the dead branches of the fir trees were broken.

Xue Yu stepped forward against the wind and pressed Bai Luo's shining golden hand: "It's not necessary!"

Bai Luo looked at Xue Yu coldly: "What are you doing?"

Xue Yu rolled his eyes: "Take your tiger spirit away, I'll just come." ”

Bai Luo's sleeves flicked, and the wind suddenly stopped.

Xue Yu breathed a sigh of relief, gathered a little blue light in his hand, and slammed his palm on the ground: "Mu Ling obeys the order!"

The cyan wood spirit stream spread out like a spider web from under Xue Yu's palm.

The sound of "boom" came from the ground, and from both sides of Xue Yu's side, the thick roots of the old tree rose from the ground, and the gray-brown dust fell from the sky with great force.

The roots of hundreds of trees surged from the tangled roots.

The earth shook, and the fir trees shook violently, as if they were all alive, and they reached deeper into the mountains.

Zong Ye walked out of the river coldly. He looked back at the river where he had just stood, the water that had been clear had been muddy by the dirt underground. The dark green needles of the fir trees shook off the ground.

As cold as Zong Ye saw this situation, he couldn't help but sneer: "Heh, which of these two ancestors is less destructive than the other?"

Suddenly, Zong Ye's feet moved, and a skull slowly emerged from the soil.

Zong Ye squatted down and brushed away the dirt at his feet.

Sure enough, it was a stone pillar exactly the same as the one on Baiyu Mountain. The stone pillar is now showing a skull, and most of the stone pillar is buried in the earth, and the scriptures on the stone pillar are faintly visible.

Zong Ye was about to call Bai Luo, when a tingling pain suddenly came from his fingertips.

He looked down and saw that his fingertips had been cut at some point. Blood was pouring from the small wound.

Zong Ye frowned and opened his mouth, but his voice seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't make a sound.

The stone pillar seemed to suck blood, it was just a small inconspicuous wound, but the entire stone pillar's scriptures were stained red with blood, and there seemed to be a huge force in the soil, dragging Zong Ye into the soil.

Zong Ye's lacquer-colored eyes flickered, his fingertips moved slightly, and dark red evil qi poured out from between his fingers, and he struck at the stone pillar fiercely.

Suddenly, the stone pillar shook, almost breaking away from Zong Ye's hands. As if the world was turned upside down and there was a huge gravitational pull in the air, the dirt around the stone pillar flew into the air, revealing a complete skull stone pillar.

With the gravitational thought in the air, the stone pillar is constantly sinking downward, and below the stone pillar, there are not hundreds of hearts, but hundreds of people!

Hundreds of people whose flesh and skin rotted, revealing their white bones and blood-red muscles!

These people were pierced by this stone pillar, pressed in the dirt on top of each other.

It seemed that the dirt flew away and made them see the light in an instant, and they woke up in an instant with pus and blood.

Heart-rending screams burst from the throats of the rotting men.

With a "puff", the gravitational pull in the air disappeared, and the stone pillar stopped sinking. Zong Ye fell from the air into this sea of corpses.

Zong Ye rolled down from the mountain of corpses, his black gluttonous dark pattern brocade robe stained with foul-smelling pus and blood.

Zong Ye sat up from the corpse mountain.

Where are there any fir rivers around, Bai Luo and Xue Yu are gone.

Here is an endless dark red, and the mutilated body that has been suppressed under this dark red.

Zong Ye's feet were crippled people struggling and writhing, he couldn't escape, he couldn't hide, and the people of the whole world were trampled under his feet, screaming helplessly.

Zong Ye held the sword in his hand and poured evil qi into the sword body.

This hell sounded familiar to him.

It is a small Wuxiang Temple, and it is also the bottom of the Falling Moon Peak.

The darker red in Zong Ye's eyes became, the colder his gaze became.

In the heart-rending screams, a footstep was very clear.

The sound of footsteps stepping on the skin and flesh, as if walking through a place of mud, was originally very light, but it sounded like a drum in Zong Ye's ears.

Zong Ye looked coldly ahead.

In the dark red aura, a person stepped on the corpse mountain and walked slowly.

The man's long black hair was tangled in the aura, and he was dressed in black and moved without wind. His eyebrows are like distant mountains, his eyes are like bright stars, and his lacquered eyes are mean and yin.

Everywhere he walked, the people under his feet turned into white bones in an instant, and the hand chapter stretched out from the mountain of corpses suddenly faded from the skin and flesh, and his five fingers were boneless.

From a distance, it looks like white flowers are blooming all over the ground.

In the midst of the treachery of this place, the man was extremely beautiful, extremely enchanting, like a poppy blooming on white bones.

The appearance of the person in front of him is almost exactly the same as Zong Ye, except that this person is several years older than Zong Ye and much taller.

The man's jade-white hand rested on the stone pillar, his fingertips gently brushed the skull on the stone pillar, and he looked at the corner of Zong Ye's mouth and smiled obliquely: "Interesting." ”

Zong Ye's heart was slightly cold, and he instinctively felt afraid: "Who are you?"

The man gently picked at his black hair, and squinted his eyes at Zong Ye: "What do you think?"

The man approached Zong Ye: "Can't you see the way you look at me?"

The man's thin lips pursed slightly, showing an elegant arc on his face: "I'm you." ”

"You talk nonsense!"

"Nonsense?" the man looked at Zong Ye's jade-white fingers with interest, and the red aura was like a burning flame. "Do you still think I'm talking nonsense?"

Zong Ye pursed his thin lips and slashed towards the man.

The man waved his hand to block, jumped high to dodge Zong Ye's sword, and landed a few zhang away. His sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, his slender fingertips brushing his angular cheeks. He said in a coezy tone: "Why are you so impulsive? You should look down here, there are all people who died because of you." Can't you recognize anyone?"

Zong Ye lowered his head in shock, and saw a hand stretched out from the corpse mountain to grab the hem of his clothes, and a face squeezed out of the corpse mountain with difficulty.

Half a face, to be exact.

Only half of the face was good, the other half was torn apart, revealing a large black hole and bloody teeth.

It's Guangjing!

Guangjing looked up at Zong Ye, his voice hoarse and hateful: "Zong Ye ......"