In the vast desert, the remnant sun is like blood.

The hero stands at the top of a sand dune, but under his feet is not yellow sand, but dense corpses.

Most of the corpses were wearing armor, one by one, you stacked me, I pressed you, covering the entire sand dune, extending to the extreme of the line of sight, and there was no edge in sight.

The wolf smoke is billowing and the blood is soaring.

This...... Is it a battlefield?

"I" am the only survivor?

The hero looked down at himself, and sure enough, he had a pair of gold armor on his body at some point, and he could see that the patterns on it were gorgeous and the accessories were exquisite, but it was a pity that it was stained with blood, and the traces of swords and axes were even more numerous, and they were already broken.

Suddenly, he stumbled and held on to the barrel of the gun to the side so that he did not fall. In an instant, heavy exhaustion and pain hit at the same time, and the strength was also passing rapidly.

His breathing began to grow heavy and his vision blurred. His intuition told him that his life was dying.

What's the situation? Am I not in the treasury of the Kunlun Academy? Where is this? Who am I now?

The hero instinctively wanted to mobilize the true qi in his body, but he was shocked to find that he couldn't even find the meridians, and the star-moon disk disappeared without a trace, as if he had returned to the state of an ordinary person in his previous life, but it was obvious that this was not his previous life.

Hallucination? Dream? What the hell is that broken knife?

Realizing this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Since everything is not true, then there should be nothing to worry about...... Right?

I hope it's not the kind of routine of being vegetative when you die in a dream, and if you come up, you will be angry and not breathing, so why don't you just kill it?

Anyway, I don't know what's going on in the treasure house, is the stupid goddess afraid? Are you worried about me?

Reassuring his mind with these jumbled thoughts, the hero narrowed his eyes and tried to take a closer look around. Suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his vision instantly returned to clarity.

A man was stepping on a corpse and walking towards him.

The man was wearing a tattered black cloak, his entire face was hidden under the hood, and he held a long knife as black as ink.

The knife was similar to the one the hero had seen in the vault, except that it was more than twice as long.

The tip of the knife slanted downward, and there was no trembling as the cloaked man walked steadily.

Black cloak, black long knife, mountains of bones, blood-red heaven and earth......

The hero feels like he's in hell, and the one that's coming his way is death.

It's very strange that the man in the cloak is obviously not fast, he was still under the sand dunes just now, and in the blink of an eye, he has already come to the hero's feet.

He kept his head down, and the hero still couldn't see what he looked like under his hood.

"It turned out to be you."

The hero speaks, but at the same time he is startled, because he doesn't even want to speak, and he doesn't know who the other person is.

"It's me." The man in the cloak had a hoarse voice, cold as ice, and didn't feel like a living person.

"You're my trusting child."

The "hero" spoke again, but he was too lazy to be surprised again, and what interested him more at this time was the tone and mood of the body.

Anger and relief, unwillingness and relief, contradictory emotions are intertwined and entangled, complex like a mess, faintly, and as if taken for granted.

A bloody tale of betrayal?

The man in the cloak was silent for a moment and said, "You are also my most admired father, my favorite lord, you have been, you will be, and you will always be. ”

"But you're still going to kill me."

"You have to kill."

"Hero" shook his head and sighed: "I thought you were the one who knew me best." ”

The man in the cloak lowered his head, as if ashamed of himself. "It's because we understand you that we have to stop you."

I'll go! Can the two of you talk like normal people? Is this the Ancient Dragon Universe? Lao Tzu's toes can pick out three bedrooms and two living rooms!

In the hero's silent complaint, the "hero" laughed, and his voice was full of contempt and pity from above.

"I was wrong. Over the years, I have done so much that I have forgotten to cultivate your courage and fearlessness, and it is only natural that you will be in the situation where you are today.

Let's do it! I killed all your brothers and sisters, and it is not unjust to die at your hands. ”

The cloaked man didn't say anything more, bowed deeply, then raised his arm and stabbed it out.

It's spicy!

The blade of the knife sank deep into the chest of the "hero", and when his consciousness was completely dissolved, he grabbed the blade, broke it directly, took a step back with the half of the truncated blade in his body, held the spear in his hand, lowered his head, and spit out his last breath.

"Don't ...... Regret ......"

The cloaked man's body shook violently, tears fell along with the broken knife, and the man slowly knelt down.

The remnant sun is like blood, and on the top of the sand dunes filled with countless corpses, a person falls to his knees, like a confession; One stands, straight as a javelin.

……

"Hero! Hero! Wake up......"

When the hero came back to his senses, he felt that his body was about to be shaken apart, Su Yanyan's beautiful face was close at hand, there were tears in the corners of his eyes, and his expression was full of anxiety.

"Don't shake, stop! I'm fine. ”

Su Yanyan was stunned for a moment, and then the surprise bloomed like a flower, quickly wiped the corners of his eyes, raised his hand and hit him again, and said angrily: "What happened just now?" You suddenly stay here, you shouldn't shout, you scared me to death! ”

"I don't know what's going on, it's like a dream."

The hero said, looking back, surprised to find that there was only a knife rack left on the table, and the broken knife had disappeared.

"What about the knife?"

"Isn't it in your hands?" Su Yanyan looked at him like a fool.

The hero raised his hand, but he was holding it.

The broken knife was unpretentious, simple, without any decoration, and the handle was like a bone, full of savage and primitive atmosphere.

It was so black that it seemed to absorb light, and it didn't even reflect the edge, but that didn't stop it from emitting a chilly air.

The hero recognized at a glance that this was the same knife that had been inserted into "his" chest earlier.

The sword has a spirit, and I remember the last big guy I killed, so that's why I fell into that strange dream?

It felt a little weird, and he didn't even think about it, so he had to put the knife back in place.

"That's right," Su Yanyan suddenly exclaimed, startling him.

"When you took the knife just now, this treasure house shook, I suspect that it alarmed the enchantment, let's go!"

As she spoke, the girl dragged the hero and ran towards the entrance circle.

"Hey, wait, the knife hasn't been put back yet!"

"Don't ink, you can throw it anywhere."

The hero was helpless, and finally looked at the knife in his hand again, and put it in a bogu rack lattice passing by.

The place where they came in was a stone wall, and there was a circle of acquired gossip symbols painted on the wall, only to see Su Yanyan stretch out his finger and first trace along the Kun hexagram symbol, as if he had made up for the three broken bars, and then crossed the Qiangua with another finger to break it off.

In the next second, the light of the gossip map bloomed, and the two disappeared.

Upside down? The principle of teleportation circle is as simple as that?

The hero subconsciously thought, the brilliance in front of him faded, and the person had returned to the screen on the third floor of the library pavilion.

Swish!

A cold light stabbed straight like a jade dragon, he was so frightened that he didn't care about what to think, took a step forward, and firmly protected Su Yanyan behind him.