In the dark space, there are voices of grief and indignation shattering to the ground in the space, and the flames of hell are slowly rising, catering to the resentful emotions in the air, this is a lament from the soul.

Xue'er couldn't open her eyes at all, she just felt that her soul was constantly being torn apart, and the scorching flames were all over her body, and the pain was spreading, was this a punishment from hell? An indifferent voice filled the space: "Twelfth life, killed by your loved ones!" The thirteenth, reduced to the path of Shura, was immediately executed. Suddenly, the voice shouted: "You, be bold ......"

Before the words fell, something wrapped around her body, and the leisurely fragrance of epiphany lingered on the tip of her nose. The pain was gone, and a wave of warmth soothed the wounds she had suffered, and a soft wind blew through her inky green silk.

She opened her eyes slowly, only to find that she was tightly wrapped in huge lilac petals, cut off from everything outside, unable to see or hear, and slowly something was pulling at her...... Time and space are constantly changing, Xue'er is at a loss, she doesn't know what awaits her in front of her, she wants to move, only to be stunned to find that she has no body at all, just a wisp of thought, it should be said to be a wisp of ghost......

Pressing the panic, Xue'er stood quietly in the inexplicable space, looking around, on the lilac petals, there was a flowing purple halo, and the dense fine lines seemed to be like blood vessels, and there was something crystal clear and translucent inside, like a spiritual object.

What the hell is this?

Why does it feel so familiar? The smell that lingers on the tip of the nose seems to come from the depths of the soul.

On the one hand, he is afraid of the unknown, and on the other hand, he is very sure that there is no danger.

Cher didn't know why she had such conflicted feelings.

The lilac light in front of her slowly projected onto her body, mixed with uneasiness and a slight sense of comfort, which made Cher even more confused.

Is this a dream?

Looking at the dreamlike space, feeling the ancient and vast atmosphere in the air, everything is so unreal.

"Hiss"

A slight cracking sound was particularly abrupt in the silent space, and Cher's heart was beating wildly, if the ghost had a heartbeat.

"Click...... Click......"

In the vein-like fine lines, there seemed to be something surging and undulating in it, and the whole space seemed to come alive, and there was something inexplicable gnawing at the petals, and a fishy smell came to the nostrils.

Xue'er was originally a lonely soul, and listening to this terrifying sound, it was like a thunderbolt, "blasting" into her soul, and almost scattered.

It hurts, it hurts! It was a trauma from the soul.

At this moment, the gentle brilliance of lilac in the space suddenly showed a thousand rays of light, like the sun in the summer, full of majesty and inviolable.

A small fraction of the lilac glow enveloped Cher, placing her between the stamens.

"Boom ......"

"Click......"

"Roar......

"Boom ......"

The nameless creature battled with the lilac glow.

Heaven and earth seem to be overshadowed, and the atmosphere of ancient peace and tyrannical slaughter are entangled in one place.

Xue'er, who was at the point of entanglement, a lonely soul curled up in the stamens.

What exactly awaits her? Everything that's going on here is so ridiculous.

The breath of eternity flows through the changes of time and space, and time seems to go backwards in a fierce battle.

"Click......"

The petals split from both sides, a soft and familiar force pulled Xue'er, she couldn't help floating in the air, it was pitch black, like a road, and not far away there was a basketball-sized light, Xue'er was sucked in before she could react.

On the top of a nameless mountain, in the midst of a flourishing garden.

The man in white suddenly stood up, the wine jar in his hand fell to the ground, and there was a "pop" sound, and the red wine was spilled on the ground, but not a single point was splashed on his pure white clothes like snowflakes.

His deep eyes, like a secluded pool, flashed with sharp light, passing through the distant sky, his red lips opened slightly: "I didn't expect those three fools to really succeed." ”

His words are as cold as ice, and people are frightened to hear.

A gorgeous colorful butterfly flew in front of his eyes, his eyes instantly became angry, his hand came out without a shadow, and the delicate wings of the colorful butterfly were pinched in the blink of an eye.

Little by little, with ruthlessness, crushed the beautiful wings.

Between the feet, a faint shadow fell among the flowers, it was a beautiful butterfly that had lost its wings, tossing and rolling on the dirt, as if unwilling to resent.

The slender white-clothed shadow walked farther and farther, but left a sentence echoing in this prosperous and fragrant space.

"I will repay you three hundred times what you owe to me." There was anger churning in her beautiful eyes: "Sanzun, I want to see how you fight with me." ”

The apparent tranquility in this heaven and earth was finally disturbed by the obsessive affection of a few people, and all the undercurrents in the past were turbulent, and finally it would reveal its hideous face little by little, a woman's crossing, not to mention the change of the wheel of fate, immortals, mortals, all living beings under the world, all of them have deviated.

The chaos in the world is coming, and the living beings may be ruined, but now there are a few people who can understand, but it is just with their own fate.

In the north of the Hua Dynasty, on an unknown back mountain, the forest is full of cypresses, and the thick vines are wrapped around the big trees, revealing the cold of the forest.

"Adversary...... You...... Cannot...... Good...... Dead ......"

An intermittent, desperate roar came from the depths of the forest.

"Ahh

A terrible scream echoed through the dense forest, startling countless birds.

I saw that next to the stream that meandered down from the back mountain, there were more than a dozen corpses lying in a mess, red blood stained the clear stream, and a faint smell of blood wafted into the air.

Mo Zhanpeng, who was dressed in black, carried a bloody ruthless sword, and looked coldly at the man who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing and begging for mercy.

The five-foot man had long since lost his previous arrogance, he knelt on his knees, his head was on the pile of stones in front of him, and the big round earring on his right ear kept swinging with his body.

"The Great Devil...... No...... No...... The great god ......" The five-foot man shouted in horror, "Please go around me...... Wrap around me...... A ...... Little life ......"

Mo Zhanpeng slowly raised the ruthless sword in his hand, and the blood beads on the tip of the sword looked particularly magnificent and red in the sunlight.

The handsome face carried the coldness of Sen Han, and the corners of his mouth pulled slightly: "Rao? Amusing. He shook his head, he didn't expect that the most famous bandit on the rivers and lakes, Cang'er, was such a spineless person, although he didn't have a good reputation like himself, but he was also a butcher who had slaughtered Hejiazhuang in one night, and he was so sloppy, perhaps, people who killed heavily were always afraid of death.

Or feeling the killing intent of Demon Zhanpeng, the Cang Er raised his head, and a vicious and desperate light flashed in his eyes: "Big devil, you can't die well, you will go down to the eighteenth floor ......"

With a lift of his wrist, without any hesitation, the ruthless sword was like lightning, drawing a graceful arc in the sun.

"Ah......h

With a scream, a blood-stained life disappeared into the depths of this nameless jungle.

Mo Zhanpeng's handsome face, with a heavy cold aura, stepped over the corpse, and he walked to the upper reaches of the stream, where the water was still clear and fish could be seen. He crouched down, stroked the sword with pity for a while, and then immersed the sword in the stream, and the blood stains left on the sword body were washed away in the flowing stream in an instant.

"......"

The ruthless sword is unsheathed, and the whole action is like flowing water, which is quite pleasing to the eye.

Mo Zhanpeng cleaned his hands and face, easily jumped on a cypress that was enough for two people to hug, set up a package on the branch, picked up the package, and landed on the ground, he took out a black shirt with silver trim from it, changed it quickly, and the original bloody clothes were cut into rags by him, and thrown into the stream, and then he gave up.

After everything was dealt with, Mo Zhanpeng walked towards Cang'er's corpse, carefully avoided the blood stains, and swiped not far from his left arm on the long placket, a piece of brocade cloth fell out, and the tip of the sword was raised, and the brocade cloth was provoked.

Mo Zhanpeng pinched it in his hand, the brocade cloth material is excellent, it is actually made of hundred-year-old ice silk, the tentacles have a warm coolness, and it seems to emit a lilac light under the sunlight, which is worthy of being the secret treasure of Yingxue Mountain Villa.

After tracking for half a year, he finally got it, and he was about to open it to take a look, when suddenly, a faint sound came from the south of the dense forest, about fifty meters away.

"Save ...... Life...... Save...... Destiny ......"

If it weren't for Mo Zhanpeng's hearing, the reason why he was forced to practice in the dark in his early years, he couldn't hear such a faint voice at all, who would be in such a remote place? Listening to this tone, it seems to be a female voice.

Mo Zhanpeng looked up at the place where the bird's sound came, frowned slightly, and said in his heart: How can there be an alarm in the morning of Yuchen? Don't......

Time is limited, so he can't afford to think too much. A few walks to Cang'er's corpse, carefully avoiding the blood stains, and with a stroke on the chest not far from the left arm, a piece of brocade cloth fell out, and the tip of the sword was raised, and the brocade cloth was provoked.

Looking at the brocade cloth, Mo Zhanpeng's eyes flashed with indescribable emotion.

This brocade cloth looks very ordinary, but pinched in the hand to find that the material of this brocade cloth is excellent, it should be made of hundred-year-old ice silk, the tentacles have a warm coolness, and it seems to emit a lilac light under the sunlight, which is worthy of being related to the "epiphany secret code".

After tracking it for half a year and paying a lot of price, I finally grabbed it today.

Mo Zhanpeng was about to open it to take a look, when suddenly, a faint sound came from the south of the dense forest, about fifty meters away.

"Save ...... Life...... Save...... Destiny ......"

If it weren't for Mo Zhanpeng's hearing, the reason why he was forced to practice in the dark in his early years, he couldn't hear such a faint voice at all, who would be in such a remote place? Listening to this tone, it seems to be a female voice.

Mo Zhanpeng didn't want to care about such a thing, but there was a voice in his heart that kept shouting to him: You must go and go, otherwise you will regret it in the future.

He didn't understand why he had such thoughts, but his sixth sense told him that there was something important to him.

Mo Zhanpeng believed in his sixth sense very much, and it was his sixth sense that saved him countless times when his life was in danger, so although he was very confused, despite the high bird cry in the woods to the west, he still followed the sound towards the south.

The neat figure, shuttling through the lush cypresses, cutting down the branches that really can't be crossed, and stepping over a low bush, showing in front of Mo Zhanpeng is actually ......

A pale slender arm, as if sticking out of the soil, its slender fingers kept scratching in the air.

"Save ...... Life...... Save...... Destiny ......"

Mo Zhanpeng's heart jumped, is it a human or a ghost?

However, before he could go over to check, he was shocked to find a poisonous snake-like coldness behind him, he turned around, but saw three people, all dressed in white, with extraordinary texture, all holding swords in their hands, the swords were wide and thin, and it could be seen at a glance that the swordsmanship of these three people was absolutely extraordinary.

"Leave something behind, and I'll spare your life."

Mo Zhanpeng smiled coldly, "Poof! The ruthless sword came out, the rainbow was like a glow, and a sword swept towards the three of them.