Chen An felt that he had a long, long dream.

In the dream, he became a little child, a little child who had no parents and was bullied in the family, bullied and excluded by everyone, and even did not get the inheritance of the family martial arts.

Therefore, he has a stubborn personality and tries to become a master with his own efforts, and stubbornly believes that he will be able to succeed. There is no guidance, no martial arts classics, just by figuring it out, it is simply whimsical to want to become a martial arts master.

But the truth is like a legendary story, he first picked up a broken knife from nowhere, and swung the knife at the tide ten thousand times a day. These 10,000 times he practiced only one move to slash, and he would only do this one. But he didn't feel bored, he endured loneliness, endured loneliness, endured the white eyes of his clansmen, and just immersed himself in his own world and kept practicing knives.

Ten years later, when he grew into a young man, there was only one way to come and go. During this period, he endured all kinds of ridicule, but he still went his own way, insisting on the habitual practice of swinging the knife 10,000 times a day.

Until one day, he met a colorful tiger in the wild, this tiger is two feet tall, three feet long, the size of a house, obviously a tiger demon that has become a climate.

In the face of such a monster, if he doesn't fight, he will die, so he swung a knife in his apprehension.

There was nothing fancy about this knife, just like when I usually practiced swinging the knife against the tide, despite the apprehension, I was still focused, full of hope, and full of anticipation.

Outcome...... The sword fell and the tiger died.

In the face of such a result, he himself was very surprised, a person who does not cultivate internal qi, does not practice martial arts, and can only make one move, can easily swing a knife to slash demons, it is too illusory and unreal. Even he realized that he was dreaming.

He hurriedly looked at the knife in his hand, this rusty and worn-out wood knife, at some point, turned into a curved scimitar with a blood-colored blade with a black jade handle.

"Blood Moon Knife. ”

Rumble......

Chen An's mind was as if he had been struck by lightning, and a muffled sound exploded, and the things in front of him became illusory, and his vision began to rise, and he rose higher and higher, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers to a narrow mountain road.

He looked at it from the highest vantage point and saw two people facing each other on the mountain path.

A burly figure, I am afraid that he is not two feet tall, with a round face and beard, very rough, and a wide robe with white lines on a black background but he can't hide the knotted muscles under it, making him look full of explosive power all over his body, and ready to attack, what is even more frightening is that a pair of yellow pupils glow with a fierce light, and its ferocity and the weight of the anger can scare people to death.

The other person, although short in stature and thin and thin, was not at all deterred by the other party's momentum. He just stood there quietly, and there was a strange and terrifying feeling, as if he was a Shura evil ghost crawling out of the nine secluded abysses, even the gods and Buddhas of the heavens could pull him to hell, giving people fear and despair, and like the will of heaven and earth arbitration, high and majestic, he could rain down the punishment of thunder at any time, which made people tremble.

This evil and the good are mixed with each other, and they do not show disharmony at all, but rather expound a certain essence.

"It's ......"

Chen An's consciousness hung high for nine days, and he immediately realized that this was actually the Shanyang Dao of Wansheng Mountain. And the two people facing each other turned out to be the ghost and demon king and himself?

No, that's not himself, Chen Anxin is sure, it's himself who has been replaced by blood shadow.

It's because he has been taken away by the blood shadow, otherwise how can he explain all this in front of him. But if that's the case, how can we explain the previous dream Q&A? With the power of blood shadow, completely erase one's own existence, completely take away oneself, and completely effortlessly, why bother to fool oneself by saying a lot of nonsense in one fell swoop many times.

Just thinking so, the two people below moved.

The demon king and the ghost wu rolled on the spot, turning into a white-veined black tiger roaring in the sky, and in the roaring sound, it became bigger and bigger, like heaven and earth. In the blink of an eye, it swelled to the size of a mountain, and the body of "Chen An" couldn't even compare to a single hair in front of him.

But this super visual impact of the contrast changed at the moment when "Chen An" raised his head.

"Chen An"'s body has not become larger, but it gives people the feeling that he is the center of everything, and his eyes will ignore the ghost that seems to have become a background board, and bet on him.

A pair of blood-red eyes pierced through the four extremes and eight desolations, making all races bow down, gods and demons tremble, and demons and demons were torn apart, making all the existences that looked directly at it tremble in fear and despair.

That's the source of all fear.

It was the source of fear, the Blood Moon Eye.

At the same time, "Chen An" had an illusory scimitar in his hand at some point, and the black jade was blood-colored with a blade.

He held the blood-colored scimitar and swung it slowly, light and casual, like a calm daily life like eating and drinking, without a trace of killing intent and death, only focus on piety, concentration on doing anything, piety to this knife.

And the ghost Wu who was stared at by the blood moon seemed to recall a certain inheritance memory, remembering what the scene in front of him represented, so he couldn't move anymore.

Until a round of crooked blood-colored crescent moon rises.

The scarlet moonlight sprinkled on the huge demon body smoothed the hair that stood on end due to horror, relaxed the body that was stiff with fear, and dispelled the despair and fear in its eyes, leaving only a piece of joy to meet the final arc light.

It seems that it is not a fatal thing at all, but the mother's embrace, the lover's heart, the final destination, and only when you return there, can you feel the warmth and make the heart at peace.

Rumble......

The headless tiger corpse, the tiger's head fell on the other side, and there was no ferocity on his face, no fear and despair, only a happy smile......

Chen An's consciousness floated in the clouds, and after witnessing all this, he seemed to have a trace of understanding of the mystery of the blood moon arc in his heart: everything in the world is painful and helpless, and everyone in the world is sinking in the sea of suffering, and cannot be detached. And the blood moon arc light is not only a knife technique, but also the light of connection, the light of transit, and the transcendence of the world from the sea of suffering.

At the same time, it is also the knife of insolvability, eternity is detachment, and death is also detachment.

Under a sword, immortality is eternal.

He also seemed to understand what the blood shadow said before: cling to life and death, not for creation.

However, Chen An has never been a person with low eyes, although he has benefited a lot under that type of blood moon arc, but the real problems that need to be faced have also surfaced.

What does Blood Shadow do to demonstrate the Blood Moon Arc Slash for himself?

Before, let yourself incarnate as a teenager to practice the sword against the sea tide, which is the origin of the Blood Moon Scimitar, and after that, the Demon Slash is the final form of the Blood Moon Arc, just to let yourself know the past of the Blood Moon Knife, so that you can go to Donglai to pull it up?

Chen An felt that it would not be so simple.

But he really couldn't figure out what the bloody shadow meant, so he looked down again. It's just that at this time, the "Chen An" who was transformed by the blood shadow also happened to raise his head.

With a pair of eyes, Chen An had a "buzz" in his mind, as if he had been smashed by a heavy hammer, and his eyes were black again, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss, and he was constantly sinking.

I don't know how long it took, the pain all over Chen An's body hit like a tide, and he sat up suddenly, like a fish out of water, his lips kept moving, desperately panting.

"Uh, uh......"

There was a strange sound around him, and he calmed down, and followed the voice, and what he saw was an old face full of wind and frost, and the ravines and folds were all over the place.

But at this time, this face was full of joy when facing Chen Anzheng, obviously because he saw him wake up.

As soon as his thoughts returned, the cause of the previous incident was immediately repeated in Chen An'an Lake, making him suspicious: "Uncle, you saved me?

The only thing he remembered was that he was robbed by the demon king on Shanyang Road, and as for the things in the dream, it was too illusory, and his brain was not very clear when he woke up, so he couldn't tell whether it was true or false. So he urgently needed to figure out where he was now, whether he had returned to the Central Realm, or if he was still in the Haotian Realm.

He asked, and as he looked at the old man.

This is an ordinary old man, about sixty years old, but he looks much older. Rough hands, stiff back, and bent legs and feet are obviously the result of perennial manual work. The standing posture is calm, because he practiced kung fu in his early years, but there is no trace of sympathy between heaven and man.

"Ah...... Belch...... Ah......h

When the old man saw Chen An get up and ask, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to press him back to the bed to rest, gesturing with something in his mouth.

Chen An's mind was sharp, and the corner of his eye immediately swept into the old man's mouth, where only half of his tongue was flicking. He mourned in his heart, thinking of Xiaoguang, and couldn't help but feel three points of kindness, and he was really tired, where he was sooner or later able to figure out, but his current physical condition could not be ignored, even if he was in prison, he had to cultivate his body in order to try to get out of trouble.

So he did not resist, and according to the old man's wishes, he lay down again.

It's just that at this time, he found a problem, the old man in front of him was extremely tall, and his palm was the size of a fan, so he was not of a different race.

The legend of the alien race, he had heard it in Daqian for so long. Legend has it that it is a descendant of the congenital gods, but the phoenix that fell after being expelled by the general king is not as good as a chicken, and has been denounced as a slave for several generations in a row, and has been discriminated against.

If this old man is really a foreign race, where is this place?

While thinking so, Chen An lay back, and in the process, he saw the beams of the house, the furniture in the house, the bed, and his short, thin arms......

Short?

Chen An's head was cold, and he suddenly sat up again, stretched out his hands in front of his eyes and looked at them carefully.

The palms and fingers are a little thin, and the complexion is yellowish and looks a little malnourished, but these are not the point, the point is that these hands are small and immature, and they are obviously children's hands.

Then, in horror, he looked at his whole body......

This is the old man's tall stature, obviously he himself has become smaller.

Although he had already experienced it once, he still couldn't accept it for a while, and his body was already seriously injured, after this fright, Chen An's eyes rolled and he fainted again.