The red light broke through the ground, and a ghostly figure jumped out.

The branches of the Bloodmare Mandala Tree, with their hard and sharp blades, densely wrapped around the figure, trying to make the figure unable to escape, tearing him to pieces with blades.

The ghostly figure did not dodge, but faced the countless sharp branches that rushed towards him, and met it with the long black knife in his hand.

The jet-black knife light flashed in his hand, and the hard branches of the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree couldn't stop half a minute, and with a bang, the dense branches that covered the sky fell in unison, smashing into the potholes and blood flowing across the earth.

"Uncle Wu." The City Lord of Mo recognized this figure and said in his mouth.

Lao Jia seemed to know Uncle Wu in the mouth of the Lord of Mo City, and muttered in a low voice: "Is it the master?" It turns out that the ghost knife master is not dead! ”

This figure that broke through the ground was the ghost knife that had been fighting with the old roots of the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree for a long time underground.

Shortly after Elder Bai's death, the Ghost Knife wanted to cut off the roots of the sacred tree in the cave. Unexpectedly, these tree roots, which were originally motionless like dead things, suddenly came to life, caught him off guard, and almost capsized.

After stabilizing the position, the ghost knife has been entangled with it, and no one can help anyone.

It wasn't until the bloodmare mandala tree became ferocious that the roots surging in the ground destroyed the entire underground structure, the cave collapsed, and the ghost knife was almost buried underneath.

At the moment of life and death, the ghost knife swallowed their secret blood-burning elixir, and only then did it send out that shocking sword, breaking out of the ground from the ground, wanting to die with the blood mandala tree.

……

……

Looking at the ghost knife that was dry and thin at this time, but still had infinite strength, Lao Jia seemed to have returned to the poisonous mist forest of the Great Ancient Snow Mountain.

Rescued from the sacred mountain by the ghost knife master, Jia Bujia was still a child less than four years old at the time.

In Lao Jia's memory, the master didn't like himself, and he didn't like it more and more.

The Ghost Knife Master doesn't like anyone.

Like, or rather, any affection, is a useless burden for him, and only slows down his knife.

When Lao Jia grew up and gradually took over the Black Wind and Sand Thieves, the ghost knife master became more and more elusive, and often disappeared for several years.

And the last time he saw the ghost knife master was sixteen years ago.

"There are too many worries in your heart, you are afraid of the front and the back, and the knife technique has to be in its shape, although it seems exquisite, but it lacks an indomitable determination. Are you still afraid that your unfashionable knife technique can hurt me? ”

The ghost knife master only left him this sentence and left.

Since then, he has never seen the ghost knife master again.

And he always thought that the ghost knife master had reached the end of his life, and he was driving the crane west alone in a corner of the desert.

In Lao Jia's memory, he had never been appreciated by the ghost knife master, and even the smile of the ghost knife master he remembered when he was a child seemed more like his own unwarranted conjecture than reality.

It's like a smile shouldn't be on the face of the ghost knife master.

But his memory is so clear.

In the evening afternoon, after the rain in the mountains and forests, he fell at the age of eight or nine, his face was covered with black mud, and he looked back at the ghost knife while crying bitterly, but saw that the ghost knife was actually smiling at him.

He actually laughed.

Too much time has passed, and Lao Jia doesn't know whether this memory has really happened, or a fairy tale dream he has woven since he was a child, but he believes it to be true.

What is true and what is false?

Dreams, are they illusory?

So, how real is it?

Is it really, is it real?

Look at the pouring rain that falls from the sky, the rain obscures everything, and the clouds obscure the stars.

Is there really a god in the sky, watching everything in this world?

Will it mourn for the poor creatures of the heavens?

No one answered the doubts in Lao Jia's heart at this time, even if he was going to die soon, this was the last request of his life.

Through the "remnant defeated general" who was tired and scarred at this time, Lao Jia came to Yun Xiaotian and led him to a place where no one was around.

Berwynth looked at the two of them curiously, wandering around with thieves, trying to pretend to pass by and eavesdrop.

Ye Bingyue looked at Berwyn's nature unchanged, with a gossipy look on his face, grabbed his ears, and scolded loudly.

"You really should have died early, I knew I shouldn't have saved you just now, and let you be poked by that monster!"

"Such gossip, sooner or later, you will kill yourself, and don't bother others then."

Bowen Shi knew that he was wrong, and he didn't quibble with Ye Bingyue, and said: "This kid, why was he taken a fancy by the indigenous masters here so quickly, he looks quite familiar!" ”

Ye Bingyue replied, "Who knows? Anyway, you definitely won't be eye-catching, at best, you're just a little gangster, and even the big gangsters can't look down on you. ”

"Good men don't fight women. Cut, I'm Berwyn, and sooner or later I'm going to be a big guy. When the time comes, even if you enter my door, you will have to politely report to my little brother. ”

"Hey...... when you're dreaming? I'm too lazy to look at your stupidity. ”

The Bloodmare Mandala Tree was pinned down by the ghost knife, and they had a rare moment of rest, dealing with each other's bleeding wounds.

……

……

There was no one around, and Lao Jia whispered: "Yun Xiaotian, right?" ”

Yun Xiaotian nodded and replied, "Yes, let's call me Xiaotian." ”

"You ask you a question, is that okay?"

"Answer me truthfully."

Yun Xiaotian looked at Lao Jia's sincere expression at this time, with an urgent expression, and he didn't understand what happened to Lao Jia suddenly.

Lao Jia didn't wait for him to answer, and then asked, "Where are you from?" What kind of place does this look like for you? ”

When Yun Xiaotian heard Lao Jia's question, he froze in place, not daring to speak for a long time.

He didn't want to lie to Lao Jia, saying that they had fallen from the Endless Sea to get here, but he didn't know if he should tell Lao Jia his conjectures.

The two were silent, staring at each other.

Lao Jia's eyes were shining, as if he had seen through everything.

Yun Xiaotian was like a child who had done something wrong, at a loss, dodging Lao Jia's forced gaze.

"Very good, at least I didn't look at the wrong person, and my sword technique in this vein is not lost."

didn't hear Yun Xiaotian's answer, Lao Jia seemed to be even more relieved, maybe he himself already understood.

Yun Xiaotian didn't say anything, Lao Jia was like a mirror in his heart, how could he not know that he might have already known this answer, but he just couldn't believe it.

Yun Xiaotian didn't answer Lao Jia's question, he was apologetic, and Lao Jia understood it.

Lao Jia patted his head, and Yun Xiaotian didn't hide this time.

Lao Jia opened his mouth to comfort him, and laughed at himself: "I, a dying person, know it or not, what does it matter?" No one can tell the difference between the true and the false. ”

"It's enough for a person to understand his own truth!"

"Mediocre people disturb themselves, mediocre people disturb themselves!"

Lao Jia opened his mouth to laugh at himself, and the knot in his heart that had been entangled for a long time was gradually opened by himself.

"As long as I die tonight, my life can be regarded as a life without regrets, so what is not satisfied? Haha......"

Yun Xiaotian stood beside him, still confused, silent, looking at Lao Jia, and letting him ask and answer himself like a playful spirit.

Before people, there is always a chasm.

Yun Xiaotian didn't understand, he didn't know, what was Lao Jia next to him thinking, what did he understand? What do the words that come out of his mouth mean to himself?

Yun Xiaotian is hard to guess, the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that he is wrong, it's better not to talk nonsense, let him go.

It only took a moment for Lao Jia to come back to his senses, no longer in the gaffe just now, and said to Yun Xiaotian: "Little brother, thank you for letting me untie the knot in my heart all along. ”

"Ghost Knife Master, I can't last long alone, I'm going to go over and help him now!"

"I'm gone, there is death and no life."

"If I'm dead, the monster is still there. You and your friends, it's better to leave early, and don't continue to mix in this troubled water. ”

"You are still young, as long as you don't die, there is always a chance. Which Hellgate? ”

Yun Xiaotian wanted to open his mouth to answer, but as soon as Lao Jia finished speaking, he looked at the bloody mandala tree and ghost knife that were fighting not far away.

Without saying goodbye, Lao Jia swung the bloody knife on his waist and killed the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree.

Before leaving the crowd, he swallowed the elixir that would kill him if he ate it, and his eyes were bloodshot and his whole body was red, like a red-hot iron, and he pounced on the bloody mandala tree that was waving its thick old branches like teeth and claws.

City Lord Mo looked at the distant back, thinking uncertainly.

He was now in a dilemma, even if all the rest of them shot together, they wouldn't necessarily be able to kill the terrible monster.

But even if we retreat now, it will be too late.

Let's not talk about whether everyone else will listen to him, even if they escape, after a few years, when they recover, will they really be able to kill monsters that may be stronger than today?

Before the Mo City Lord could make up his mind, after Lao Jia, dozens of people who had taken a break to recuperate actually killed the Blood Nightmare Mandala Tree one after another.

The city lord of Mo was left behind.

He drew his sword, determined to die, and rushed to the demonic bloodmare mandala tree, which had eaten so many lives.

Never die.

So many people have died, and the living warriors don't see the monster in front of them fall to the ground and die, who is willing to steal their lives.

The sound of the rain was silent, shouting and killing.

A silver snake poked out of the clouds for the first time in a long time, and the sound was deafening, resounding through the sky.

Bright electric light illuminated the entire sky, and the holy mountain was like a bright dragon, rising into the sky.

The silver dragon-like thick electric pillar, like a divine punishment from heaven, exploded in front of the eyes of the Mo City Lord, and the electric vapor knocked him away, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The Bloody Mandala Tree, which had been evil for a long time, was struck by lightning, and the blood-colored sap of sin was ignited by the heavenly fire brought by the lightning.

The fire soared into the sky, burning the sky, and the rain could not be extinguished, but it was more like adding fuel to the fire and adding to the fire.

In the wind and rain, the thin ashes that were blown up were flying all over the sky, and I don't know who was the ashes that were scorched by the heavenly fire?

The white ash mixed into the desert wind and sand, has its own descendants to praise, the legend of the past.