The wind was chilling in my ears.

Tu Rui's eyes were in disbelief, and he roared, "I don't believe it! There are countless souls in my hands, and I ......"

"Bang!"

The black demon bones that flashed with lightning instantly pierced his heart!

They stabbed densely into Tu Rui's flesh and blood, and his body was suddenly full of holes! Tu Rui's body twitched, he felt as if every inch of flesh and blood in his body was exploding, he looked at Wen Yuan incredulously, and his body slowly fell backwards......

Black bone wings shrouded Wen Yuan, his eyes were dyed with a violent color, and he now looked like an invincible king, but also like an indescribable monster.

Duan Qianxiao's eyes flashed with surprise, and Luo Cheng's eyes were also a little strange.

After Tu Rui died, the eyes of this group of outlaws were a little hesitant, and the previous ruthlessness disappeared. Some simply scattered and fled.

Wen Yuan said to Duan Qianxiao: "Don't leave any of them." ”

Duan Qianxiao nodded, these people were originally extremely heinous people, and they were innocent of death, not to mention that the weak in this exiled land were already the weak, and it would be an endless disaster for them to escape.

They rushed up and intercepted those who fled, and those who had no fighting spirit were extremely easy to deal with, and they would kill with one blow!

Wen Yuan withdrew the demon bones, and his gaze returned to his former calmness. He walked all the way, past countless blood-stained sand and cold corpses, and stopped in front of a sand dune.

Teal robes peek out from behind the dunes and flutter gently in the wind.

He stood here expressionlessly, unleashing a sword aura in front of him.

"Ahhh

The woman's screams came out, and she had nowhere to avoid them, so she simply came out, her body trembling. She took advantage of the chaos to run out when everyone was fighting, and wanted to find a shelter to wait for the matter to be resolved before coming out, but who knew that Tu Rui's group of people actually died, losing to them with only three people.

Wen Yuan looked condescendingly at the frightened woman, she was even wearing Duan Qianxiao's robe, but the robe was stained with his blood.

The woman trembled, "I was wrong, I was wrong...... But I really can't help it, if I know that I run away with you, they will kill me, please ......"

She pleaded bitterly, tears in her eyes, and looked at the man in front of her.

The man stood there, the sky behind him darkening, a faint light reflecting his icy skin. The curvature of his eyes was smooth, and the light of his eyes was more moving than the stars, and she had never seen such a man in her years of exile.

Wen Yuan was silent.

The woman regarded the other party's silence as a soft-heartedness, yes, no matter how the other party is, he is also a man, and there is always pity for the jade.

Wen Yuan suddenly said lightly: "Do you think that I won't kill women?" ”

When the woman heard his words, her heart was cold. She froze, cowering at him.

She bit her lip slightly, and wanted to fight for something more, so she plucked up the courage to rush forward, wanting to grab the other party's hand, and said softly: "Please, as long as you let me go, you can do anything......"

The voice had a bit of a charming flavor.

Wen Yuan looked at the woman in front of him, the other party's appearance was delicate, maybe he had been in this windy and sandy place for a long time, his skin was not very delicate, and his fingers were slightly calloused.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered another girl.

Her skin is soft, her body always exudes a sweet fragrance, her eyes always contain a layer of water, and her cheeks always seem to be dyed with a layer of peach blossoms. Sometimes she would sneak a peek at him, and then turn her head away as if she didn't care.

Wen Yuan lowered his eyes, and a strange feeling appeared in his heart.

In fact, he and she haven't known each other for long, but for some reason, from the first time they met, there was a subtle, familiar feeling at first sight.

Wen Yuan thought of the bowl of porridge she boiled for him, and just like his mood now, the worry of parting, just like the slightly astringent taste in the porridge, occasionally remembered her with delicate sweetness.

The change in his state of mind was also unexpected by himself. In the past, it was probably difficult for him to imagine himself now.

The woman in front of him was still looking at him, and hope appeared in her eyes.

Wen Yuan pulled away from his memories and spoke softly.

"You're so ugly, do you deserve it?"

This sentence is really mean for a woman, and as soon as the woman's expression changed, she saw Wen Yuan suddenly shoot a sword at her, her pupils shrank, and she closed her eyes in horror-

The expected pain came, but it didn't seem fatal. The woman opened her eyes in surprise and wondered why this man hadn't killed her with a sword.

Wen Yuan said slowly: "This is to return it to you for Duan Qianxiao." ”

The woman was stunned, looked down, and found that the location of the wound was exactly the same as the place where she had stabbed the man before.

A line of blood in the center of the Cloud Blood Sword flashed, and a mist rose from the sword body, and the blood stains on it seemed to have been absorbed, and quickly disappeared.

Wen Yuan put away his sword, turned around in the twilight, and didn't look at her anymore.

The woman looked at the back of the man in a daze, the man's robe floated gently with the wind around him, and the inky cloud-like robe floated in a faint dark light.

She felt a little unable to take her eyes off it, and it wasn't until the figure faded away that she covered her wound and crouched in the sand.

……

Mu Jiujiu looked at the mural in front of him, and a feeling of palpitations rose in his heart.

Now in this mural, everyone's faces seem to be surrounded by a black gas, and their bodies and expressions reveal a distorted feeling. They slaughtered and devoured each other, and the surrounding blood burst out, blending with ominous flames......

The world is burning, and Mu Jiujiu seems to hear the painful wails of the people around him, like purgatory on earth.

Mu Jiujiu suddenly felt that the air around her had become unbearable, and she ran in the darkness, thousands of black qi shooting towards her, gradually devouring her......

"Are you alright?" A gentle voice suddenly sounded beside him.

Mu Jiujiu broke free all of a sudden, and found that Wen Wugui was staring at him beside him, and his eyes were not shocked.

"I know it's weird to say, but I just feel like I've been sucked into the painting." Mu Jiujiu smiled bitterly.

"Be still, don't dwell on it." There is no way back.

Mu Jiujiu nodded, she suddenly thought of something, and took out a white silk cloth from the storage ring.

This was given to her by Sister Yumeng in the forest, when she told herself that this thing had the effect of breaking the barrier, and she had put it in the robe, but then she was afraid of losing it, so she put it in the storage ring.

She put this silky thing in her arms, and her heart was certain. Mu Jiujiu continued to see this strange mural.

The next picture is the pure white-robed man who appeared before. He walked among the ruins, looking at the hellish scene in front of him, and his eyes flashed with sorrow.

Then he crossed the mountains and came to the great blue tree, and his hands were folded as if praying for something. On the tree, the figure of the divine beast with golden pupils flashed, staring at him.

In the next picture, the white beast and the man seem to be talking as if they have agreed to a deal. Countless points of light from the Blue Tree gathered here and surrounded them. Underneath them, a mysterious and intricate pattern gradually floated.