Night.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and when you step out of the center of the forest, the surrounding trees are becoming greener. The huge canopy of trees obscured the sky, and the cold wind blew through and made a rustling sound.

Wen Yuan walked alone in the woods.

He lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes hiding the look under his eyes.

Wen Yuan has walked a long way, and it stands to reason that he and Mu Jiujiu should not be far apart, but he has not found any trace of her.

The Cloud Blood Sword trembled lightly in his hand, and the light flashed in the night.

Wen Yuan glanced at it and said softly, "I know that she also has the ability to protect herself, but I'm afraid that she will encounter the black shadow from before again." ”

That monster's recovery ability is extremely strong, and the blood jade in her hand is not effective from time to time, if it encounters it again, I am afraid that the situation will not be good.

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly heard the sound of Suo Suo in front of him.

Wen Yuan's eyes changed slightly.

As far as the eye could see, in the forest where he was alone just now, I don't know when countless dense black shadows emerged. Like a ghost, approaching him.

He stood still for a moment, his voice as cold as moonlight.

"Let's get it all."

Just as he was about to draw his sword, his eyes inadvertently swept over the woods in the distance, but he saw a familiar figure flashing by.

At such a distance, it stands to reason that ordinary people can't see it, but Wen Yuan's eyesight is excellent, and this person has a special status for him, so he is sure at a glance that that person is Mu Jiujiu.

Wen Yuan immediately wanted to leap over, but he was surrounded by a group of people who were standing stiffly. The group of people were blue, pale, and had blank pupils, and they came from all directions.

Wen Yuan remembered that he had encountered a similar situation before, but those people were not strong at that time, and they were no different from ordinary people. Their advantage is that they are crowded and have no pain.

And the people in front of them, in addition to the above characteristics, their strength has also improved a lot.

A stream of black air struck Wen Yuan, and Wen Yuan dodged it extremely quickly, swinging out a powerful sword qi-

"Bang!"

The surrounding trees were broken, dirt splattered, and sword qi swept through the people around them, blood bursting out.

A group of people fell, and another group of people stood up, and a steady stream of ......

Wen Yuan stabbed the Cloud Blood Sword into the body that rushed in front of him, and his posture was extremely flexible as he walked through the crowd. Sometimes he landed on a tree, then leaped down, slashing countless dead people with a single sword.

He found that because of its special existence, as long as the sword cut the flesh and skin of these dead people and gushed blood, they would not get up again, as if they were out of control.

And the one he attacked with his sword qi, although the range was larger, but even if those people were drenched in blood and had already seen the white bones, they kept crawling towards him, grabbing him with their hideous and thin hands......

Because Mu Jiujiu was not there, Wen Yuan was even more undisguised. Blood glittered in the depths of his eyes, and his entire eyes were filled with violence and cold.

Another dead man pounced on Wen Yuan, and at the same time, his blue fingertips shot out black air currents—

Wen Yuan's expression was indifferent, he turned his head to dodge, and directly slashed over, and his head fell to the ground.

There were more corpses under him.

Wen Yuan glanced at the direction in which Mu Jiujiu disappeared, and the look of worry flashed in his eyes.

I can't go on with them anymore.

The Cloud Blood Sword pointed at the sky, and a dazzling red light flashed. With the deafening roar of the dragon, in an instant, a dragon surrounded by blood light and flames appeared, spitting flames from its mouth, and attacked around-

The men were scorched by the flames, wailing in pain, their faces distorted in the light of the fire.

Wen Yuan didn't have the slightest pity in his eyes.

He has limited kindness to the living, let alone this half-dead monster?

Rather than being controlled by others after death and doing things that are involuntary, it is a relief to get rid of them completely.

Wen Yuan just wanted to jump away, but his legs and feet were grabbed by a hand.

The man's hands were black and thin, like the hands of evil spirits in the abyss.

He crawled through the dirt with difficulty, only half of his body intact, the other half charred and blackened, emitting a stench. His pupils were blank, his face was almost smoothed, and his eyes were bleeding......

Any person who is dragged by such a thing will feel a little uncomfortable in the bottom of his heart.

But Wen Yuan's heart was not turbulent, he walked out of the original Infernal Demon Cave, and he didn't know how many bloody and terrifying pictures he had seen.

His expression didn't change at all, and he took out the cloud blood sword, and wanted to cut off the man's hand.

At this moment, the "dead man" in front of him spoke.

“…… Kill him. ”

His voice was hoarse, and it seemed to take a lot of effort to say every word, obviously his voice was very soft, but every word had the taste of gnashing his teeth and not dying.

At first, Wen Yuan thought that this person was talking about himself, but seeing that he was just holding on and not hurting himself, he suddenly understood something.

This "he", perhaps, is the one who controls them?

Wen Yuan looked at him steadily, and the man's face had turned blue and black for some reason. His eyes were bulging, and he looked very terrifying, but the hollow bottom of his eyes was clearly sad.

"Okay, I promise you." Wen Yuan suddenly spoke.

"No matter who this man is, I will let him die without a place to bury."

After hearing this, the man seemed to be relieved, let go of the hand holding Wen Yuan, closed his hideous eyes, and never moved again.

Wen Yuan was silent for a moment and glanced back.

Those monsters that are not human or ghost look terrifying and hideous, but their expressions are painful.

He then turned and quietly walked away.

Wen Yuan came to the place where Mu Jiujiu disappeared before.

He searched around, and then integrated his spiritual power into the sound and spread it, but no one responded.

Wen Yuan frowned, so he had no choice but to continue walking.

Suddenly there was a beast chirping in front of him.

Immediately after, he saw a huge spirit beast appear in the forest, and it seemed to be carrying something on its back.

Seems to be a blur of flesh and blood...... Person?

……

Duan Qianxiao felt like he was in chaos.

He returned to the time when he first entered the Yue Sword Sect for a while. The admired elder brother Cheng Yan had a serious expression, but there was a gentle smile in his eyes.

He handed him a saber and said to him, "Senior brother, you are already a disciple of the Yue Sword Sect, you must always remember ......"

After a while, I came to the Canglan Hall again, the midsummer sun shined through the vines, and Sheng Canglan was reading quietly on the bamboo chair.

The color of his robe has always been refreshing, and the whole person is beautiful, and he raised his eyes slightly when he saw him coming: "Come to beg for wine again?" ”

As soon as the picture turned, he came to the forest with Mu Jiujiu and Wen Yuan, and everyone laughed and talked about rumors and interesting stories. Wen Yuan roasted the leg of a spirit beast, and as soon as he reached out to pick it up, Mu Jiujiu grabbed it and grimaced at him.

He was just about to say something, when he suddenly felt a chill on his body, and his surroundings suddenly turned dark. Everyone was gone, and the long darkness gave him a sense of evil and weirdness.

It's an extremely uncomfortable feeling, like trying to dig out the dirtiest side of the human heart, and then gradually take control of you, destroy you, and turn you into a walking corpse.

Suddenly, Duan Qianxiao understood.

It wasn't that it was dark all of a sudden, but that the monster surrounded him and gradually devoured him—

Just then, he heard a familiar voice.