On the road.

On the way home, the scenery full of flowers in front of you stands on both sides. When the sunlight and temperature shine on the road, the bluestone paved road is like a layer of golden yellow paved by the sky, and the shadows are of different heights.

Lu Yan had already walked out of the cafeteria early and came to a position a hundred meters away. After some practice in the morning, my physique is much better than before.

Lu Qitian watched, the two streams of people entering and exiting were at a constant speed, his face was contemplative, and he almost stopped after taking two steps.

The main courtyard is often not the flow of people, but the building. The colors are naturally many and miscellaneous, but most of them are mainly white, simple and single, no matter what the style of the window, there will always be a light cyan three-tailed grass hanging.

Three-tailed grass is not a herb with important healing value, not a beautiful decoration, not an elixir, and naturally it cannot be related to any cultivation.

Mainly because of a rumor, when the moon is full, the three-tailed grass can attract spirits, as the guidance of the necromancer's summoning covenant spirit, but everything is targeted, and if it is useful, it is right, and the three-tailed grass can overcome the power of the necromancer, and in the place where it is planted, this herb is a disaster for the necromancer.

Necromancers are an unrecognized profession that is disgusted by all.

Besides, outside the cafeteria, Xu Yinuo's pure white face was already stained with blood, and there was a painful voice on the side, and the sound was continuous, like rain dripping.

"Ahh ”

Li Sheng's robe turned yellow, his arms were covered with blood, and Zhao Yin kept retreating, his palm clutching the ground fiercely, his face full of horror and fear, and his mouth let out a miserable complaint.

Li Sheng covered his arm, and his eyes looked at the sword that fell a few meters away from time to time. When Xu Yinuo took out a clean handkerchief, wiped off the bloodstains, and gradually walked over.

Li Sheng kicked hard a few times, making himself draw some distance, and when he ran out of strength, he yelled, "You...... What the hell is that ability?"

"What do you think?" Xu Yinuo raised his mouth, and his face became a little terrifying.

After asking, a purple afterimage appeared behind him, and made a sound "Buzz-", which was like the horn of a peak, sharp and sharp, but if you looked closely, it was like the horn of a monster.

Suddenly, Xu Yinuo's arms and veins all pulled out red lines, and between his eyebrows were twisted and twisted, strange, all red lines led out, and soon a round ball appeared.

In the obscurity, a calm and odorless qi gradually sank, and in the afternoon when the air mass flowed, Li Sheng was sweating profusely and shaking his head.

Strange, peculiar!

Such a thought suddenly appeared in Li Sheng's mind, and gradually, his body stopped, exhaled, opened his eyes, looked but did not speak.

Li Sheng didn't move, but Zhao Yin had already run away with an unsteady pace and a mess, so it can be said that he was abandoned.

Xu Yinuo didn't speak, but his eyes became deep under the refraction of the sun, mixed with a cold air that was half white and half light blue.

From his arms, the hairy blood vessels of his whole body were summoned.

Li Sheng came down and couldn't help but think in his heart.

Obviously, it is not much different from the same horizontal line, and looking at his momentum, it is so unstable, from the foundation, it can be seen that it has just broken through, and this day is the only thing that can be assured, but why is there such a big difference between the two.

From Li Chen's expression, it can be understood, few people can see through these, but the ability definitely occupies a place, and there are some bad relationships in the distribution.

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Eastern Forbidden.

Chaoshi District.

It's not a bustling street, the buildings have yellow-white facades, and from a distance they look like dwarf black mushrooms, crowded in the center of a sunken place, surrounded by empty peaks.

Under the old green tile house, there is an old man, as usual, still wearing a black robe and a cane.

He had gray temples, thinning hair, and a pair of slitted eyes, which were bloodshot, as if he had not slept all night.

Looking at the sky, the sky on this day was covered by mist, running through the entire area of the court, no matter which road it was, it was in the drift and spread of mist.

The old man was the village chief, and he stood outside his dwelling. Familiar streets, no fireworks rising, just because it's too early.

In a trance, the old man took a step, the crutches made a "bang-" sound, and his eyes looked out of Chaoshi, the old, cloudy eyes, the eyes were bitter, and he left the place where he had not left for decades with bitterness, which was a departure since he took over as the village chief.

After a stick of incense......

The clouds and smoke were misty, and the mist still shrouded the land, the soil that was named the Eastern Forbidden Wasteland.

The road is rugged, and the mountains and rivers are like abysses with no real end in sight, only the short mountain streams, and the chirping of birds and beasts.

It seems that I am really old, but as long as I want to go forward this time, go one more way, to the end.

The old man put his hands on the crutches and walked slowly forward, from beginning to end, he only looked at the top of the mountain, the peak.

Now he has moved away from the Chaoshi area and walked towards two small deep mountains.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, these two mountains are ordinary, and the ordinariness lies in the absence of powerful beasts and lives, and the absence of precipitousness.

But I know that they are extraordinary mountains, and they are the only secret of the Eastern Forbidden.

It is precisely because of this existence that it represents disaster and enormity, so the outside does not dare to invade here.

The old man's pupils flowed with jealousy, even if he was silently reciting it in his heart, he didn't dare, harboring disrespect.

Soon after, at noon. The old man came to the waist of the small deep mountain, and the trees were very lush along the way, but only here was that they were scarce and pitiful, and some even withered.

The old man turned a blind eye, and with his mutilated and unhealthy body, he walked to the low grass, and when he walked in, it was no longer a forest, but a particularly narrow river, and he followed the river.

It's coming soon!

He meditated in his mind, as if he had some impatience.

Ahead, the river slowly shrunk, surrounded by mottled cyan ironware, and directly above, there was a strange boulder, faintly revealing a faint and elegant atmosphere.

The water source was cut off here, except for the strange boulder. The back is a three-meter-tall silver-white pair.

"Boom ......"

Suddenly, the boulder collapsed, and a small gap appeared, and looking into it was a deep passage, with a faint meaning. The collapse brought up a piece of sand and dust, and the empty and misty breath floated out of the silver-white tower, and the sky and the earth were suddenly slightly cool.

If others find out, they will definitely be shocked to the extreme, this is a secret that they have never discovered, not to mention the silver and white tower, although it is not as complete as the Bitter Sea Tower, it is so shocking, but this slight coolness that changes the world is by no means ordinary.

The old man took a deep breath, bowed, and walked in with some awe.

At the same time, in the Chaoshi district, the bustling street, the most hidden place.

In the dilapidated room, Fan Fan lay on a pile of wooden boxes, controlling a pair of scissors in his hand, making it float in the air.

I saw his hand move, swinging it to the left, and the scissors also shook, and flew towards that side with some speed, inserting into the wall.

That wall is full of shocking shallow mouths. Fan Fan looked at his hands, cried bitterly, and said self-deprecatingly: "The noisy streets, there is no interest in it for a long time, this mental power is too useless. ”

He just wanted to know how to cultivate, and it could also be said that he wanted to go out more.

"Boom-"

The door outside the room was kicked down, and a group of people walked in, led by a black-faced young man who looked around with disdain in his eyes as soon as he entered.

Why disdain, just because his surname is Shi, everyone in the district.

This harbor of memory, do you all want to break into?

Fan Fan looked at it coldly, and he was angry.

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