The higher the ranking, the higher the rewards you get.

After observing outside for a long time, Su Ziyu crossed the ranking stone tablet and walked into the path of inquiry.

The mist rushed towards her, and there was a little girl in a long gray dress, with a hole in her left shoulder, and black blood soaked in the crimson dress.

As if due to excessive blood loss, the little girl's face was pale, her forehead was covered with sweat, her eyes seemed to be open and closed, and she looked sleepy. When she saw Su Ziyu, a hint of joy appeared on her face, but it was a little terrifying in the fog.

"Big brother, help me!" The little girl ran towards Su Ziyu, and when she saw that she was about to approach Su Ziyu, a strong and powerful arm pierced the little girl's chest from behind, pulling out a heart that was still beating.

"Help me!" the little girl stretched out her hand, wanting to grab Su Ziyu.

Su Ziyu stretched out his hand, and a long sword condensed and formed, stabbing out lightly, cutting off the strong and powerful arm, and the blade of the sword turned, splitting the little girl in half.

He didn't have a sword, but he wanted a sword, so he had a sword.

The little girl's eyes were round, and she didn't bat at death.

Behind her was a two-headed man, with a hideous face, roaring, angry, and rushing towards Su Ziyu.

Su Ziyu stood with his sword in his hand and looked at the two-headed man quietly.

Serenity!

Unmoved!

The sword is very abrupt, transitioning from an extremely static state to an extremely moving state.

The tip of the sword pierces the garment, enters the skin, tears the muscles, passes through the heart, and pierces from the back.

The wound was so tight that not much blood flowed out, some of it dripped along the blade to the hilt, and some of it slid against the skin, staining the chest and clothes.

Su Ziyu drew out the long sword little by little, shaking off the blood on the sword surface.

The wounds of the lost blockage were like a collapsed dam, the red blood was like a flood splashing, and the smell was strong on the face, on the clothes, and on the ground.

Blood flows from the corpses, sticks to the ground, makes detours when it encounters weeds, and if there are enough of them, they converge into streams.

Su Ziyu looked at the two corpses, one large and one small, and there were no fluctuations in his emotions, but he felt that he should show some emotions.

It is a part of the jungle with a lot of weeds, some shrubs but not many, and then there are tall trees with a little more leaves, covered with mist over the canopy, and visibility is very low.

Su Ziyu crossed the two corpses and walked forward, neither fast nor slow, the distance of each step was equal.

Suddenly a man walked out of the front, with a white face and beard, of medium stature, wearing a gray-white robe and carrying a long sword with a sheath.

The man in the gray shirt stood in front of Su Ziyu, took out a scroll from his shirt and unfolded it, it was a painting, the painting showed a little girl, sitting on a swing, swinging forward, with a smile.

Gray-robed man: "Have you seen her?"

Su Ziyu: "I've seen it!"

Gray-robed man: "Where is she?"

Su Ziyu: "In front, it's already dead, I'll kill it!"

Gray-robed man: "Why?"

Su Ziyu: "I think!"

Gray-robed man: "Do you think I deserve to die?"

Su Ziyu didn't speak, just quietly pulled out the long sword in the gray-robed man's chest and shook off the blood on the sword. This long sword has no scabbard and can only be carried.

The gray-robed man stared at Su Ziyu and slowly held the hilt of the sword, his sword was very fast, it was already unsheathed when he held the hilt, and it had pierced the throat of the enemy when it was unsheathed.

Therefore, the gray-robed man's sword pierced Su Ziyu's throat.

Su Ziyu looked at the gray-robed man, and then looked at the sword in his hand, a strange sword, very thin, almost transparent, he could see his own face, and he could see his own eyes, but he couldn't see anything from his own eyes.

The pierced throat transmits a sensation that should be painful, and it should be very painful to be pierced.

Su Ziyu has such a feeling, he often has such a feeling, it is not unfamiliar, even familiar.

Having this feeling again, he was calm.

He calmly struck out, calmly piercing the throat of the gray-robed man, calmly watching the blood splash on his face, calmly watching the gray-robed man struggle to die.

"How dare you kill my son, take your life!"

It's a powerful sound, and the leaves and weeds are falling in one direction like the wind blowing, and it's very real.

Su Ziyu looked up and saw that he was a very thin man, with all his hair white and his chest exposed, walking from the depths at a very fast speed.

The white-haired man made a move, stirring the vitality of heaven and earth, condensing into a giant hand of Yuan Force, and pushed it towards Su Ziyu, and the grass, trees, mountains and rocks along the way shattered and flew away.

Su Ziyu held the sword in his right hand and raised it horizontally, stabbing it simply and directly, and it was ordinary, so he dissected the giant hand of Yuanli. He shook forward, reached the white-haired man, and pierced the white-haired man's eyebrows.

The arm exerts force and shatters the white-haired man's head!

Somewhat boring!

He thought!

As he walked forward, he suddenly stepped into the air and fell uncontrollably, and the weightlessness strongly stimulated him, giving birth to the idea that he would fall into the flesh.

If only you could fly!

He thought!

He flew in mid-air, the strong wind against his face, a little cold!

A gray eagle flew head-on, with an ugly cry and malicious eyes, pecking at him.

He was not easy to provoke, so he pecked back and tore off the hair on the gray eagle's neck. The gray eagle also tore a cinch of hair from his neck, and it turned out to be a battle of defeat and defeat.

Another gray eagle flew in to join the battle, blood spilled in the air, the eagle cried, and its feathers flew away.

More and more Grey Hawks are joining the battle, and it is tragic and bloody.

He fell to the ground and struggled to get up several times but failed.

Boom!

Burst!

He smashed on a stone, and it was torn apart, and the flesh was imprinted on the stone, and it would take many rainy days to dim.

He left the mark of death on the stone!

Death is not interesting, he is just calm.

Calm is the maggots that breed in the corpse of the gray eagle, dragging their long tails, squirming slowly, and their white and tender bodies cannot withstand the sun.

Maggots feed themselves from carcasses and grow into flies, looking for rotting and smelling things, sucking nutrients from them for their own survival, and then spreading some of the toxins they carry.

He's just some toxin that flies transmit, tiny and unnoticed.

Only when entering the interior of the living form, it will continue to divide and grow stronger, scourge the life form to death, and then drill out of the corpse to find the next life form.

He has an infinite number of himself, each one is the same, involuntarily, purposelessly, with the wind and fate, sending himself into the body of life to divide and grow.

At some point, he felt that he should be united, and then he should be united into one, tall, handsome, and powerful.

Walk the earth as a whole, hunt down all kinds of lifeforms, fight against all kinds of great forces, preach your own ideas, collect all kinds of interesting things, and then sleep.

When I woke up, I stuffed the ants next to me into my mouth and ate them, and then ate the ants that were gathered outside, so that I had a little strength to get up, and I had to break the harassment of the great forces.

It didn't make him feel bored!

He thought about leaving!

He tore through the space and got into it, it was tight, not very comfortable, and he could only move forward.

Sometimes you see twinkling stars, sometimes you come across small patches of land on which you can rest, sometimes you come across whirlpools, which are very dark and very attractive.