Wen Yuan smiled nonchalantly.

He didn't look back, but the aura around him had already gathered, and an invisible deterrence and pressure attacked the man behind him.

The overwhelming feeling of suffocation -

The visitor hurriedly took dozens of steps back, half-kneeling and said in fear: "Lord, it's me." ”

That pressure vanished immediately.

"Qing Zhan, how did you find me?" Wen Yuan turned around and spoke calmly.

"Back to the Lord, follow the corpses and bloodstains along the way...... I found it. Qing Zhan replied honestly.

It's kind of interesting.

Wen Yuan smiled, facing the rising morning glow, that face shining under the magnificent morning glow.

Maybe it was because of the previous fight, there was a trace of blood in the corner of his eye, which made his smile a little more bewitching.

Even if he is a man, seeing this situation, Qing Zhan was a little stunned.

In fact, frankly speaking, Wen Yuan's appearance and temperament are excellent. The curvature of his eyebrows and eyes is beautiful, his facial features do not have any flaws, and his facial contours are very clean, without a trace of superfluous lines.

His lips were naturally blood-colored, and that color made his whole face a little brighter.

But Wen Yuan is born not to laugh, and there is something deep in his eyes.

This makes the people who have been staring at him for a long time inexplicably a little scared.

At this time, it was clear that he was just standing at random, and there was an invisible aura. Coupled with the fact that he has been in a high position for a long time, he has not yet spoken, and he has three points of deterrence.

Qing Zhan hesitated for a moment and spoke: "Venerable Lord, are you injured?" ”

"Huh?"

"I smell a lot of blood." Qing Zhan replied.

Qing Zhan has a very keen sense of smell. What's more, he also noticed with sharp eyes the ink-colored robe that the Lord was wearing today.

The Lord is always like this, every time he wants to do something, he always wears dark robes. And today, the color of his chest is darker than in other places.

After hearing this, Wen Yuan replied nonchalantly: "It's okay, it's someone else's blood." ”

Also, how could the Venerable Lord be hurt by those people, Qing Zhan thought.

Wen Yuan looked boredly at the center of the river.

He had good eyesight, and he could see a cluster of blue things in the center of the river.

It was a tree with a strange shape.

He had seen this kind of tree in the Yuehua Spirit Realm, and it was called the "Gathering Spirit Tree".

This kind of tree can hold the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, so the spiritual energy under the spirit gathering tree will be much stronger than other places.

But why did this Spirit Gathering Tree appear here?

The surging river under the cliff is rushing day and night, but this spirit tree is intact.

When things are impermanent, there must be demons.

Wen Yuan's thoughts were surging, and when he turned around, he saw that Qing Zhan was still waiting on the side, so he said with his hand: "You send someone to dispose of the blood stains on the corpse, and I will stay alone for a while." ”

"Yes, my lord." Qing Zhan replied.

Qing Zhan thought a little strangely in his heart, obviously there was nothing in the center of the river, what was the Lord looking at?

is worthy of being a lord, and his behavior is not something that ordinary people like us can see.

Qing Zhan got up to say goodbye, but in an instant, he disappeared on the top of the cliff.

……

There is only the sound of the rushing river and the never-ending sound of the wind.

The blue trees in the river sway in the wind.

Wen Yuan took out the Cloud Blood Sword from his side, the sharp sword flashed in the glow, and the hilt of the sword was covered with some complicated dark red cloud patterns.

It's obviously not bloody, but it's a little evil.

After all, it was something that was brought out of the Infernal Cave.

Wen Yuan shook his head slightly.

A blurred light reflected on the Cloud Blood Sword, reflecting Wen Yuan's indifferent eyes without the slightest emotion.

He looked at himself, and unconsciously remembered what the souls of the sword had said to him before they died.

"If you kill innocents like this, you will definitely die a bad death in the future!"

Indiscriminate killing? I only kill those who want to kill me.

"You will definitely get retribution in the future, and there will be no place to die in the future!"

If there was such a thing as retribution, then I would have died when I came out of the Infernal Cave.

In the faint light, Wen Yuan's face was expressionless, his face showed an extremely cold look, and his arm muscles were slightly tense-

"When—"

A crisp sound.

The Cloud Blood Sword fell out of his hand and smashed into the rocks beside him.

Wen Yuan didn't reach out to pick it up, but just closed his eyes silently in the wind.

In fact, there is no need to think about it, what has passed has no special meaning.

But why do you remember it again?

"Xiao Yuan, I don't want to kill you, but only one of us can get out alive."

"Obuchi, I'm sorry. But I really wanted to have another life. ”

"So you go and die-"

The sound of swords piercing into flesh, punches and kicks, and the sound of firelight mingled. Blood splashed on faces, clothes, and land.

Xiao Wenyuan was hit hard into the corner and collapsed to the side.

His pupils were constricted, and his mouth was full of blood.

He was supposed to lose consciousness, but at the moment of checkmate, he pulled out the Cloud Blood Sword.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, he smelled a strong breath of blood.

How it happened is not well remembered.

Seeing the enemies around him fall one by one, the so-called friends fell one by one...... In the end, I was the only one left.

Xiao Wenyuan survived.

He still remembered the look of disbelief on the man's face when he plunged the Cloud Blood Sword into the man's chest.

"Obuchi ......"

"Don't bully Xiao Yuan, he's my brother, if you want to beat me, hit me! Ouch! ”

"I'm a few months older than you, and that's your brother, eh! Why do you have a cold face? ”

"Don't worry, we will be able to go out together in the future."

"Obuchi, I'm sorry—"

Don't reminisce anymore, let's end it quickly.

Promise and trust are fake, they are just the product of hypocrisy after the blood is on the head, and it will be shattered before the dawn.

I only have myself.

I can only trust myself.

In a place that Wen Yuan didn't see, the blue tree in the center of the river suddenly flashed, but it returned to its original state in a moment.

It's business as usual.

Wen Yuan fell into a heavy and confused ethereal.

The surrounding scenery disappeared, and the sound of the river and wind stopped, blurring into deep and shallow gray-white blocks.

He went back to when he was young, powerless, cowardly, and blindly trusting himself in others.

Over the years, he has obviously taught himself to be cold-hearted, ruthless and courageous, and has gained the power and status of his heart.

But why—

He's not happy?

He stepped over a river of blood and a mountain of bones.

When I look back, I realize that I am alone.

At that moment, Wen Yuan felt an unprecedented loneliness.

I don't know how long I've been in the chaos.

It wasn't until the sun was high that Wen Yuan raised his heavy eyelids and slowly opened his eyes.

The sun is shining.

Wen Yuan sat alone on the edge of the cliff, only to feel a splitting headache.

"Lord." A green voice came from behind him.

Wen Yuan sobered up in an instant.

Qing Zhan had actually come to the top of the cliff long ago, but when he saw that the Venerable Lord seemed to be thinking about something alone, he thought that the other party was taking advantage of such a magnificent scenery to enlighten.

So he didn't dare to come forward and disturb.

is worthy of being a lord, and he can have an understanding of heaven and earth at any time, Qing Zhan thought with admiration.

At this time, Wen Yuan heard Qing Zhan's voice, and his heart was a little delicate.

He had always been vigilant, but just now he fell into a demon in his heart, and he was unaware of Qing Zhan's arrival.

"What?" Wen Yuan asked in a flat tone.

"Returning to the Venerable Lord, the corpse and bloodstains have been disposed of."

"Hmm."

"In addition, there is one more thing......" Qing Zhan's expression was solemn, and a look of hesitation appeared on his face.