Huge towering trees.

The trance and hazy war drums of the distant sky, the noisy war, and the hoarse cry.

Ning Yi hadn't been here for a long time.

He stood in a daze on this weathered battlefield, the rough sand and gravel grazing across his face, rubbing hot blood, and the pain was so clear that it seemed that it was not a dream.

The mutilated armor and dry bones were swept up by the wind and sand, and the armor soldiers who were struggling to stand up were crumbling.

The scarlet blood bones frozen into ice chips suddenly shattered into powder and truncated off.

The distant sun had not yet had time to burst out with blazing light, and it was obscured by a series of white bone fragments that covered the sky like locusts.

"Perhaps...... And save ......."

"Help us...... Rescue ...... You ...... yourself"

"The Sword-Wielder...... You can't die!"

Why does this sound so familiar?

The appearance of the three words "sword bearer" made Ning Yi's thoughts "click" and shattered.

It's like being struck by thunder.

He remembered.

Break through the courtyard of the first realm of Anle City.

The voice said yes.

"It's useless...... Unstoppable ......"

"Plains of Bones...... It doesn't work......"

The great pain hit Ning Yi's heart.

He opened his eyes and sat up suddenly, cold sweat on his forehead, and his whole body was already wet with sweat.

The unspeakable sadness made Ning Yi feel lost and stunned, he leaned on the soft pillow of the bed behind him, his eyes were dark, like a blind man, unable to see what kind of environment he was in front of.

Ning Yi silently chewed on the pain caused by the bone flute.

The Sword-Wielder...... After he took over the sword bones of the "White Bone Plain" in the back mountain, he never came to this weird dream again, Ning Yi once thought that this was really just an illusory dream that would eventually be shattered.

"Looks like I'm too naïve......"

Calm down.

The light in Ning Yi's eyes gradually recovered, he lowered his head, and found that the feeling in the futon was a little strange, he was the only one who slept alone, but the space was not wide, but ...... Some crowded.

The room reverberated with the sound of a slight, steady breathing.

Ning Yi lowered his head, gently lifted the quilt, and saw the girl's sleeping little head, leaning on half of her arm, and a little beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, I don't know what she just did, it consumed a huge amount of mental energy?

It is difficult for a practitioner to be so asleep.

Ning Yi noticed that the girl's neck was tied to a piece of white jade with a texture like mutton fat, in the dark, exuding a slight light, Ning Yi reached out and touched it gently, with a hint of warmth.

He was a little confused, looking at the white jade, and found that this jade was not a flawless white jade, and there was an extremely conspicuous wisp of black inside, like a thin and narrow ink Jiao.

"It's ...... Dead air?"

Ning Yi frowned.

His soul immersed in the heart lake, and he glanced around the sky above the divine pool, but found nothing, and the dead qi that was originally suspended above the pool water was completely emptied.

"Those dead qi should be pulled out with the sword intent and show their original form, right......" Ning Yi rubbed his eyebrows, and wanted to ask the sword weapon near the seniors, just now, whether there was any change in his heart lake.

I called "senior" several times in a row, but there was no response.

However, the clay statue was clearly asleep.

Ning Yi once again cautiously probed the Divine Pool with his Divine Thoughts, but did not find the slightest abnormality.

He silently withdrew from his inner gaze.

After Ning Yi's divine thoughts left, a touch of ink appeared in the pure white divine pool.

......

......

There were no lights in the room.

And so it went from night to day.

The rooster crows until noon.

The girl woke up slowly, slowly opened her eyes, and she heard Ning Yi's tired voice.

"In this piece of jade, is my dead air?"

Ning Yi, who had studied the white jade jade all night, said hoarsely, "Where did you get this?"

This piece of jade looks very ordinary.

But there seems to be a great secret art hidden inside.

The girl shook her head and did not answer Ning Yi's second question.

"It's dead air...... I can make you feel better. ”

Ning Yi once tried to inject the jade with starlight and divinity, and found that there was no way to drive the jade to make this jade for his own use.

"There may still be some dead air in the divine pool, and it can't be cleared up...... It shouldn't be a big deal. Ning Yi said softly: "You must be very tired when you use jade, right?" girl, you can tell me how to use this piece of white jade, you don't need to work hard yourself." ”

Pei Fu still shook his head stubbornly.

Ning Yi sighed.

Now that the girl's cultivation realm, she can't see through it, she can't guess it, and she needs to rest for so long to use this piece of jade, and she is in a state of complete ignorance of the outside world during the period, which can be imagined...... How much effort does it take to make this piece of white jade.

No matter how Ning Yi asked, the girl refused to say more.

Helpless.

The days that followed.

No matter where Ning Yi is, the girl follows like a shadow.

Eating, sleeping, practicing.

The cultivation of the "Wanhua" sword intent was very smooth.

But Ning Yi's cultivation did not go well...... Originally, he could be energetic and didn't need to rest for ten consecutive days, but now Ning Yi only feels that he wants to stop and sleep more and more.

Once you fall asleep, that familiar dream will come.

Withered giant trees, torn canopy.

There were also hoarse and painful voices, the whole world, countless undead calling, shattered sand and stones flying, all echoing in unison with the cry of the sword-wielder not to die.

Is it death?

Ning Yi noticed that the girl's piece of white jade jade came from nowhere, the ink inside became darker and darker, accumulating more and more, first a very light black line, twisted, entangled, and then thicker, now like a small snake, the original texture of the extremely hard and smooth skin, also exploded cracks.

Ning Yi asked the ma-robed Taoist at the door of the mansion to go to the library in Tiandu and help him find some ancient books.

He found the annals of the Heavenly Capital five hundred years ago, the history of the rise of geniuses on all roads.

It records the old things of the young emperor, the Lu Sheng of Shushan, the unknown third person, and Yu Qingshui in southern Xinjiang......

He turned to Yu Qingshui's ending.

"The tenth realm, died due to the erosion of death qi, feathered in the mountains of southern Xinjiang, and black wisps appeared on the body before death, irreversible, and finally unable to return to the sky. ”

Ning Yi was silent and continued to turn the pages, tracing forward.

The last genius who climbed to the top of the Changling Tomb.

"In the ninth realm, he died from the erosion of dead qi, his qi and blood were exhausted, and his whole body was engraved with black wisps of ink, like armor, irreversible. ”

Fingertips were already trembling a little.

One more.

"The seventh realm, died from the erosion of dead air...... Covered in black wisps, irreversible. ”

"The skin is like a black wisp...... Irreversible. ”

Irreversible, irreversible, irreversible.

This is the end of everyone, including the "living immortal" Yu Qingshui, without exception.

The inky black wisps stained their bodies, and they all died.

Ning Yi raised his head, and the warm sunlight fell on the top of his head, shoulders, and body.

He slowly lifted his robe, revealing an arm.

The inky black lines slowly emerge along the blood vessels, like silk threads carved into the bones.

Ning Yi was extremely tired and closed his eyes.

His spirit fell into the lake of his heart.

The rumbling sound, the shattered dream, was torn apart by the dark aura.