Today is the New Moon, and there is no moon in the sky.

The few stars have long been obscured by the clouds, and the mountain wind is howling in the cold night, bringing bloody omens.

There was a crescent moon on the ground, and it was a lake, which was originally as bright as a jade belt surrounded by mountains.

But tonight, I don't know what happened, the jade belt has long been stained with blood and turned into a scimitar.

I saw that the water surface of the small mirror lake was red, turbulent, and full of demonic energy.

There are several demon corpses stacked on the shore of the lake, flesh and blood stumps floating on the water, and there are countless demons hiding under the water, and the roaring beasts roar from the water, and the whole lake is like a fragile mirror, barely blocking the attack of the demons, and it is precarious.

"Nian Zhen, Great Witch!"

On the shore of the lake, a young woman in her thirties with a black bow in her hand had a happy look on her face and walked towards them quickly.

The black bow in the woman's hand and the clothes on her body were stained with black and red blood, especially the black bow, which was still dripping blood, and it seemed that she had just experienced a hard fight.

"You're here!" She breathed a sigh of relief.

The white-robed woman nodded at her, "Sister Gong, what's going on?" ”

The young woman's face became solemn again, and she pointed to the lake, "There is a tower in the center of the lake, and these demons and demons came out of the tower!" ”

The surface of the blood-colored lake rippled and the dark tide was surging, tumbling out one bloody breath after another.

If you look closely, you can vaguely see a swarthy iron tower reflected in the water.

The white-robed woman frowned, "I'll see if I can seal it first." ”

She braved the wind and came to the center of the lake, killing the demons that emerged from the water, and at the same time setting up a seal.

Ten minutes later, the aura spread from beneath her feet, rapidly spreading in all directions.

Dazzling golden light flowed out from the magic circle, illuminating the heavens and the earth, and most of the demonic energy permeating the lake was washed away in an instant.

The mountain wind on the lake is lonely, and the woman's long black hair and robe are hunting and flying in the wind.

Mu Yu stood on the surface of the lake with a sword, the tip of the sword dripping blood, and the killing intent was cold, like a steep ice.

This situation and this scene are so familiar, so familiar that people are in a trance.

For a while, I didn't know if it was in an illusion, a dream, or an obsession.

"Grandfather!" The young man called out in a low voice.

The old man with white hair woke up.

The young man nodded towards the lakeside not far away, "Grandfather, what's going on?" ”

yes, what's going on?

Not far away, Rong Nianzhen, a young robe in his twenties, stood in the crowd, looking at Xiaojinghu with gloomy eyes, and did not pay attention to the movement here.

Behind him, about a dozen people were around. Judging from the aura on those people, they are all high-level cultivators who have attained the Dao, and their strength should not be underestimated.

When we meet again after 70 years, the faces of those people are strange and a little familiar.

For example, the young woman holding the black bow next to her was Gong Rouxue, the patriarch of the Gong family.

If it is said that the world that I crossed not long ago contains the wedding of Murong's two families, it is an absurd and bizarre dream. The scene in front of me is clearly 70 years ago.

Seventy years ago, he asked Mu Yu to come to Xiaojing Lake.

The demon tower in the lake was out of control, and Mu Yu raised his sword to seal it.

The dusty picture in the memory gradually woke up. Every detail is almost the same as it was back then.

The only difference is that there are more of them who are cold bystanders.