When Li Yiwen opened his eyes and woke up from the chaos, a pungent bloody aura rushed straight to his brain, as if he had been immersed in the blood tank.

Li Yiwen slowly opened his eyes, but found that there was a blood red in front of him, at first he thought that there was a problem with the yang eye, it may be because of the damage in the space tunnel and the bleeding was broken, but when he looked at it again and again, he found that the blood red was what the yang eye was injured, it was clearly a blood mist.

The air was filled with blood, and everything that could be seen in the blood mist was scarlet.

Li Yiwen was about to stand up with his hands on the ground, only to feel that he had grabbed something with a hand injury, but it was hard and sharp with a trace of softness like flesh.

He slowly grabbed the thing, and then ..........

"Ahh

As if he had seen something frightened, Li Yiwen hurriedly screamed and threw the object into the distance.

The thing flew out and landed on a basswood mound a few meters away, and then fell to the ground with a snap, and as it fell to the ground, a small amount of unknown liquid splashed out of the thing and spilled on the ground. Under the cover of the scarlet blood mist, it was almost impossible to see the appearance of that thing, but Li Yiwen had yang eyes, and he could only see the original appearance of the thing when he looked closely, Li Yiwen only felt that his throat was choking, his stomach was constricted, and his eyes were tingling, he didn't want to touch that thing again at all, under the blood-red mist, the hidden object was

————— festering severed hand.

It is not accurate to say that it is a severed hand, the flesh on the hand has long been rotten and grown on the unknown tumor, the mud-black tumor is strange in this blood red, the purple spores radiate from the sarcoma and emit into the air, and three of the five fingers on the hand are missing, and the remaining two have long been erased by the strange technique that I don't know what, looking at the residual fleshy fiber, eighty percent is rotten and falling. Only white bones remained at the wrist, and under the blood red, a few flesh and blood impurities floated above the gloomy white bones.

Li Yiwen stared at the trace of black blood flowing out of the festering wound, and dripping from the broken bone to the ground, and felt that the slightest stickiness in his right hand was sticky, and a rotten stench came from behind.

Li Yiwen only felt a stream of liquid surging up his throat, and he couldn't hold back anymore and spit it out.

Xiao is Li Yiwen was born in Lingjian Mountain, and he is also a senior brother, how can he do very little after all, and he is young, how can he endure such a scene.

In the blink of an eye, vomit was all over the floor, and there was a trace of residue on his legs.

Under the strong impact, Li Yiwen only felt that his legs were weak, and he fell to the ground again.

The whole forest was littered with corpses, festering, rotten, dirty, unrecognizable, and .......... Dead and corpseless, countless tumors rose and fell on the rotting skin and flesh, emitting endless purple spores in the air, countless flies flew above them, dancing with death, thirsty for blood, sucking on carrion, eating bone marrow.

The stickiness on his right hand was still not gone, and the vomit and blood fused together, and the rancid and sour stench mixed with each other. Li Yiwen still couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

It was as if he could see that not so long ago, these living beings had crumbled and rotted in pain, and while consciousness remained, he could see the passage of his life and the jagged bones that were exposed.

It was as if he heard the screams that resounded through the valley.

Echoing in this dead place, forever.

The silence will eventually be broken.

The sound of swords intersecting, the sound of fighting, the sound of spiritual energy colliding, and the sound of flesh collapsing and exploding came from the top of the mountain, where it was the last line of defense of Lingjian Mountain———— Sword Hall.

Sword Hall, the place where the heads and elders of Lingjian Mountain and the chivalrous warriors of the past dynasties are buried after their deaths, is also the place where Lingjian Mountain has hidden its last resort for many years, although the people of the past generations have never thought about the destruction of Lingjian Mountain, but they know that the heart of defense is indispensable, and they hide the last means in the Sword Hall, and instruct all the successors to promise that Lingjian Mountain is in an existential crisis, and they will defend the Sword Hall to the death.

As for what the means are. Even Li Penghao and Li Guanhua didn't know.

Li Yiwen stood up tremblingly, managed to stabilize his figure, and moved towards the Sword Hall step by step.............

———— the Sword Hall

The outside of the hall was littered with corpses, and the flesh of the people fell to the ground in a twisted posture like a broken willow, and their backs exploded like a blooming flower, constantly emitting purple spores.

In the hall of blood and killing, among the corpses of madness and despair, the sound of weapons colliding can still be heard.

Within the blood mist, above the river of blood.

Swords collided, rubble collapsed, the ground cracked, limbs flew in the air, blood was waved out of the final painting of man, and flying in the air was the dance of man's despair.

The people of Lingjian Mountain are fighting to the death against the Black Evil Mountain, the white clothes that symbolize chivalry have been stained with the blood of sin, the cyan sword is stuck to the black substance, and the ground is the evil demon, but it is also splashed on themselves.

In the midst of the scuffle, they trampled on the remains of their lost brothers, their bones broken, their limbs severed, who was who? In this madness, it was long impossible to distinguish who was who. I only know that they dance together in this fog, the fallen, the dead, the painful, the crazy, in this apocalyptic situation, perhaps even justice is obscured, who is the disciple he should shelter, and who is the disciple he should curse.

Even the sky was bloody. Like a wine cup filled with donated blood, the blood of sin, it is about to overflow, and perhaps it will devour the world.

Beyond that blood mist, the only place in the Sword Hall that can be called a peaceful place, countless tombstones stand here, and under the white tombstones, the heroes of the Spirit Sword Mountain are peaceful, they have not been corrupted by evil in their lives, and they will not be after death.

At the tombstone, the lying, screaming, fainting, weeping, crying in despair, and madness were all wounded and crippled Guardians, all of whom had been valiantly wounded in previous battles.

The white healing technique repaired the broken bodies of the warriors, the pain devoured the will of the warriors, and death took away the courage of the warriors.

Black blood was sprinkled on the white tombstones, and in this temple, evil did not invade.

Where the blood mist was brewed in one step, Li Penghao stood side by side with Li Guanhua and Fatang Elder Li Yan.

Li Penghao's originally old cheeks were already bloodless at this time, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was already bloodless, and his eyes were distracted, as if he hadn't put his mind on this major matter of destroying the family, as if there was something more important there to torture him.

But Li Guanhua had a solemn face, the sword in his hand was shining with white sword light, his eyes were full of killing intent, but he was still heroic, and his long hair dancing messily in the air was stained with black blood.

But Li Yan stood there expressionlessly, did he look like the sacred cemetery, showing a weird smile, and from time to time he looked like the battle situation, and his eyes were actually fanatical.

In the blood mist that desecrated the Holy Land, there was the roar of demons and the laughter of madmen, and the screams of madmen.

In the midst of the madness.

Everyone is deeply involved in it.

There is no one from which to escape.

Li Yan looked at the two people who had different thoughts, looked at the moaning disciple, and then looked at the three figures looming in the blood mist.

He smiled.......

Like a baby who has just woken up from a dream