Mu Chen didn't know how long he had been asleep, but he slowly opened his eyes, and his dizzy head made him seem to feel that something important was missing.

"Sister Hong Zhao!" he suddenly flashed the scene of Lian Yu's dagger blade smearing between Hong Zhao's neck!

Mu Chen sat up suddenly, but found himself in a dark and small space, surrounded by bursts of cold and depression.

The silent space did not have those familiar sounds, only its own echoes filled the ears over and over again, until it gradually dissipated.

I don't know how long it took, the feeling of faintness in Mu Chen's mind became heavier and heavier, and finally he gradually lost consciousness with the name of Hong Zhao on his lips.

Between a mountain peak and cliff, Mu Chen's mind suddenly appeared such a picture for some reason, a poignant girl of seventeen or eighteen with tears on her face, holding a young man two years younger than her in her arms, seemed to be telling something, but she didn't see the young man react for a long time. So the girl began to sob, and the sobs grew louder and louder, until at last she began to cry out loud and tearful.

Mu Chen looked at the howling girl in front of her, and couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart, uncomfortable, but it was difficult to describe the uncomfortable feeling. Mu Chen unconsciously stretched out his right hand, wanting to wipe away the tears from the corners of the girl's eyes, but found that his hand was so illusory at this time.

Yu Guang glanced at the face of the young man lying quietly in the girl's arms, and a sense of déjà vu arose, but why did he suddenly feel so strange?

The picture began to change again, in a dark coffin, at this time Mu Chen found himself lying there quietly, trying to get up, but his hands and feet did not listen to any call. He tried to scream, but found that his throat was so dry and weak.

I don't know how long it took in the dark coffin, it seemed like a day, and it seemed like days. Whether it is a day or a few days, Mu Chen's feeling can only be described in four words, that is, life is like a year.

Torment, loneliness, loneliness, unwillingness......

All kinds of negative emotions mixed together filled Mu Chen's mind. He wants to vent! but he doesn't know where to start!

At some point, my thoughts began to become a little cloudy.

When he opened his eyes again, it was no longer the darkness, and the cold and damp coffin was long gone.

It's a world of blood!

The ground was full of severed limbs, dark red dried blood everywhere, and the fresh, sweet smell of blood spilled from the wounds of those who survived around them, slowly wafting into the tip of their noses.

The other side of the battlefield seems to be a heavenly peak, but the clouds are deep but I don't know the height of the peak.

At this time, at the peak, black shadows surged.

Closer, it was a group of figures.

Shred them!

Those four words are deeply imprinted in the deepest part of my mind!

Mu Chen looked up to the sky and roared, as if he wanted to vent the resentment and anger in his chest and throat!

The whole body swelled slightly! There was an indescribable sensation! That seemed to be called power?

What is the power? But the thought was dissipated by endless resentment and anger.

The sword slashed through the body, leaving only a faint trace. And the arm holding the sword was discarded by Mu Chen like garbage.

The silver spear halberd pierced the back of the heart, but it didn't even pierce the broken soft armor. Gently shaking the inky wings, several pillars of blood spurted towards the gloomy sky, which was really beautiful.

Some people did not measure their own strength, and carried the five mountains to come, and finally turned into pieces of rubble like the mountain peak.

Someone was full of confidence, stepping on the colorful auspicious clouds, and then only adding an extra red to the clouds.

Some people turn the stars and call for the stars to fall to the world, but they only increase their sorrow.

The heavenly fire burned himself, but he only burned a few hairs, and the yin wind blew, only tore a few rags on his body, and the frost entered his body, but he only trembled slightly, and shook off the ice that condensed outside his outer body.

Above the nine heavens, several thunderbolts poured out, but only a few scorched black patches were left on his body.

At the end of the day, he opened his mouth, and the waters of the four seas tried to destroy him, but they only soaked his silver-white green silk.

......

For a long time, there was no one around him who could stand, and like the four words in his mind, these people had been torn apart.

But why, I still feel so lonely and cold in my heart......

A bright moon rose in the gloomy sky, and the moonlight shone over the bleak land.

In the light of the silver moon, his lonely back seemed so appropriate. He stood dumbfounded between the severed arms and the stump of his body, not knowing where he came from or where he was going.

The sun was rising, and although the nasty sunlight couldn't affect him in any way, he still felt so annoying.

A purple qi came from the east, that purple qi was a good thing, he inhaled the purple qi into his body, and felt a burst of comfort, as if he had done this a long, long time ago.

But from the east, it was not only the purple qi that came together, but also the three bull-nosed old roads.

The three Daoists firmly surrounded him in the middle, and yellow rune paper attacked him one after another!

The heavenly fire can't burn him, the heavenly thunder can't hurt him, the giant peak can't suppress him, the cold ice can't hurt him, the yin wind can't blow him, the stars can't help him, even the water of the four seas can't drown him! The sky doesn't collect, the earth doesn't! Why does this little rune paper hit his body but makes him feel pain that he has not seen for a long time!

It's that purple gas!

The three humane laws came out frequently, but they no longer hurt him, and the chains with yellow rune paper firmly entangled it, and he couldn't break free!

"Roar!" he roared angrily, like a beast in a trap, unwilling but helpless.

A pitch-black coffin slowly rose from the soil with the Taoist priest's magic seal, and he felt that his strength was imprinted one by one by the rune paper around him as time passed.

In the end, he could only watch as he was placed in the coffin.

......

Again, "Who am I, where am I?" he thought.

I don't know how long it has been, a year, two years, ten years, or thousands of years......

He suddenly realized that although he was still in the coffin, he could see the world outside the coffin.

At this time, the black coffin he was in was being carried on the back of a person. I have gone up to the peak where I can pick the stars, and I have gone down to the bottomless Stygian Sea.

Whenever he encountered a strong enemy, he summoned him out, and he slaughtered bloodthirsty......

But he couldn't understand why he was helping the man, was it just because the man was carrying him?

......

Until I met a group of people...... A group of women.

The woman at the head was dressed in white and carried a long sword. When he saw the man carrying his coffin, he drew his sword and faced him!

Why does that woman feel familiar? Why can't I think of who that woman is......? He didn't even remember who it was, so how could he remember others?

The man was invincible and raised his hand to summon him out of the coffin.

The woman looked at herself, and two tears crept down. The woman in tears? It's a really familiar feeling. He wanted to wipe away the tears for her, but there was an unquestionable consciousness in his mind, kill her!

"No! I can't hurt her!" he thought, but the thought of killing her flooded his mind.

The pale, slender hand passed through her body, breaking the sword that struck her across her chest.

She touched his face, but there was a smile on her tearful face. Though he didn't recognize her, she never struck him with a sword, not even when his long, pale hand passed through her chest.

The woman's familiar and unfamiliar face was pale and beautiful, and there were familiar tear stains, and at last, he remembered that he had seen this picture many years ago, and that among the peaks and cliffs, there was a young man lying in her arms. And the girl's facial features were instantly clear, it seemed to be his sister Hongzhao!

"No, Sister Hongzhao!" he shouted frantically in his heart, trying to make a sound, but his dry and weak throat could not utter any words, he could only roar! Endless roar! Endless anger poured out of his limbs, and the yellow rune paper plastered all over his body tried to suppress his anger!

Runes flew all over the sky, and he came to the guy who called him out to carry him up and down the Stygian Sea all day long, and in the face of his frightened expression, he also remembered that this person was the heir of the three bull-nosed veterans.

His whole body was shrouded in black aura, he looked up to the sky and roared, he wanted to tear everything apart!

A gentle breath came from his hand, and the aura dissipated like snow meets the scorching sun.

Mu Chen opened his eyes and got up suddenly, he found himself lying in the home of the Scourge Clan, and he had a white jade hand on his hand, he looked at the owner of the jade hand, and saw that it was a masked woman in red, who was squinting her eyes at the moment, looking at herself with a smile and saying, "Little guy, it's been thirty days, you finally woke up......