Above the forest sea, thousands of leaves dance with the wind, such as fluttering green butterflies, sometimes far and sometimes near, sometimes high and sometimes low, if spiritual.

This scene surprised Wan Tian, this situation and this scene are like a dream, who would have thought that there would be such a world in a book of exercises.

"Senluo Wanxiang is really extraordinary, it is worthy of being the highest mental method of the Wanshan Sect!, I just don't know if other exercises also have such a wonderful world?" Wan Tian muttered to himself, "No wonder everyone wants to practice, this is simply very much people can imagine." ”

For him, a person who had just come into contact with cultivation, everything in front of him could only be described as magical, which made him very interested in the world of cultivation. Wan Tian watched the butterfly dance intently, like a child opening his eyes to discover a novel world.

The wind moved, the butterflies danced, and gradually came to the front of Wantian, and pieces of fallen leaves flew around, surrounding him. Dots of fluorescence light up from the green leaves, as clear as fireflies, and gradually join into a glittering image.

If someone were to observe from a distance at this moment, they would find that Wan Tian was wrapped in a big tree, and Wan Tian was located at the root of the tree.

Wan Tian felt the little kindness transmitted in this fluorescence, and under curiosity, he stretched out a finger and pointed at the green leaves, and a circle of ripples swung from the fingertips, and where the ripples passed, thousands of green leaves turned into a little green light.

The green mangs fell like rain, such as a lead, and converged towards the chest of Wantian, for a while, the chest of Wantian was full of green, and a vibrant opportunity swayed.

This......

Wan Tian was taken aback, and retreated again and again, but the green mang followed him like a shadow, and it ran into his chest, no matter how Wan Tian dodged, he couldn't stop the green mang.

With the influx of green light, the slightest sense of coolness permeated the chest, and then extended towards the limbs. Wherever the coolness went, Wan Tian could obviously feel some kind of change in his body, and the crispy and numb feeling was constantly transmitted to his brain, and after a while, Wan Tian snorted comfortably, no longer dodging, and let the green mangs pour in.

The green mangs soon occupied Wantian's body, and the coolness permeated the whole body, and a fluttering feeling rose from Wantian's heart. The meaning of coolness is to turn around the limbs and bones of ten thousand days, like an emperor who patrols his territory, and then discovers the head of this worldly place.

The horn of attack sounded, and Wan Tian felt a cool feeling in his body rushing to his brain, and as soon as his head was cold, the whole person was instantly stunned. Then some vague images flashed in my mind, and the dusty memory gate began to loosen a little at this moment, and the thick fog gradually thinned under the impact of coolness.

This is...... My memory?

Wan Tian trembled with excitement, since he woke up, there seemed to be a fog shrouded in his mind, whenever he wanted to clear the clouds and peek into the truth, there would always be an invisible big hand to drive him out of the fog, so that he could not see half of the memory, but now there is hope to see the light of day, how can he not be excited?

Who am I and where am I from?

Wan Tian stared closely into the depths of the fog in his mind, praying that he could retrieve his own memories from it. Following the opening path of coolness, Wantian's consciousness passed through the fog and finally came to the depths of memory. However, a heavy dark black gate stalled in front of him, and the majestic momentum discouraged him, and even the cool and blue that had been indomitable all the way stopped, looking at the heavy gate, and hesitated.

What is it? Why do I have such a door in my mind? What is behind the door?

One question after another came out, but no one could give him half an answer.

But now that they're all here, there's no reason to give up. And judging from the current situation, it is very likely that behind the gate is the memory of ten thousand days.

Wan Tian took a step forward, pressed his big hand heavily on the door, snorted slightly, and used all his strength to push open the door that closed his memory. But this gate is like a majestic mountain, thick and I don't know how much, no matter how hard the ten thousand days are, it can't make it move half a minute, and after a lot of effort, it will make itself tired and panting.

"No, give me back my memory!" Wan Tian slammed against the door, screaming in despair. If behind this door is his memory, then he wants to retrieve his memory, with his ability, it is undoubtedly a fantasy.

In despair, the cool blue spirit was transformed into a green long sword floating in front of Wantian's eyes, and the meaning was self-evident. Wan Tian's heart moved, he reached out and grabbed the long sword, and with all the strength of his body, the sword stabbed straight down towards the pitch-black gate.

Rumble!

The entire door shook violently twice, and Wan Tian felt as if his head had been hit hard with a heavy hammer, and his consciousness almost fainted. However, when he caught a glimpse of the long sword inserted into the closing place of the gate, a little light came out of its crack, which made Wan Tian feel overjoyed, and he continued to push the long sword forward with all his strength.

A thick black cloud like ink turned into a skull and roared down from the top of Wan Tian's consciousness, and from the open mouth, an endless evil aura emanated.

As a last resort, Wan Tian had no choice but to draw his sword and turn around and cross the top of his head, a blue light flashed, and the skull was split by a sword, turning into a black mist and dispersing.

"Whew, it's dangerous!" Wan Tian secretly exhaled, but before he could swing his sword and slash at the gate again, thousands of evil skulls gathered in the sky above the gate, all of them were black and steaming, like a group of evil ghosts looking directly at Wan Tian, and the rattling sound kept ringing, making people feel goosebumps when they heard it.

Wan Tian was dumbfounded the moment he raised his head, he could still deal with a skull, but such a large number of skulls simply wanted his life! But the memory is in front of him, if you don't take it, I don't know when I will have a chance next time.

Thousands of skulls swarmed down, not giving time to think at all. And the long sword in his hand suddenly broke away from Wan Tian's control, and spread out three feet above Wan Tian's head, transforming into a turquoise barrier to protect Wan Tian.

Evil skulls roared outside, crashing against the turquoise barrier. Wantian is like a small stone in a mudslide, pushed out by the surging current, and there is no ability to resist at all. And the door of memory that was close at hand was getting farther and farther away from him.

Wan Chongluan came to the sky above Xiao Fengluan in one step, only to see that several elders led by Wan Qianqiu had come here at this time, and they all looked down with a look of surprise and confusion.

The originally beautiful small peaks and mountains seemed to be dyed with ink at the moment, pitch black, and a rich death breath came to the face with a strange aura, and I couldn't help but vomit when I heard it, and had to be separated by spiritual power.

"Sect Master, you're here, do you know what the situation is?" Wan Qianqiu asked with a solemn face, and several elders of Wan Lin also set their eyes on Wan Chongluan.

Wan Chongluan's eyes flashed, but this look made him feel shocked.

Wantian is gone?

When he left, he obviously used his spiritual power to arrange a defensive spirit array, the purpose was to prevent others from disturbing Wantian, but now, the defensive spirit array was destroyed, and Wantian was nowhere to be seen.

Could it be that someone came to attack the Wanshan Sect again, and it just happened to run into the Wantian? But even if it was to attack the Wanshan Sect, Xiaofeng should not be the first choice.

Bursts of questions rose in his heart, Wan Chongluan was in a hurry, he didn't have time to say hello to the others, and rushed to the lacquer-dyed place below, and Wan Qianqiu next to him hurriedly shouted: "Sect Master, be careful, this black gas doesn't know where it comes from, it's very powerful!"

But Wan Chongluan had already jumped down, Wan Qianqiu gritted his teeth, and then rushed to the small peak below. The remaining Wanlin elders looked at each other, hesitating, not knowing whether to follow or not. With their cultivation in the spirit realm, they felt a sense of nausea and vomiting just by smelling the smell of this heavy black qi, let alone rushing to the center below, and could only watch the two masters in the sect go to the dangerous place in person.

As soon as Wan Chongluan approached Xiaofengluan, he immediately felt that the pressure on his body increased, like a boulder, his movements became sluggish, and the black gas that filled the air was like a beast seeing fresh meat, and rushed over with a roar.

Hmph! It's your turn to be presumptuous in my territory!

Wan Chongluan was covered in blue light, and the dazzling blue light burst out, blocking all the black qi that came from the outside, and constantly expanding to the depths. Wherever Bimang passed, the black qi was retreating, and it was not enough to stop the footsteps of Wan Chongluan.

"Sect Master, be careful!" Wan Qianqiu followed, and found that a cloud of black qi had wrapped around the back of Wan Chongluan, transforming into a black beast and biting down, and the ferocity was no less than the full force of a Netherworld master.

You must know that Wan Chongluan's injury is not yet healed, if he is hit this time, even if Wan Chongluan takes it, he will inevitably be injured again.

Pieces of fallen leaves fell, and the swirling leaf body exuded bursts of sharp energy, cutting the black beast into several large pieces when it was about to pounce on the top of the head of Wan Chongluan. The black beast wailed, and reluctantly turned into a black mist and retreated.

"This is?" Wan Qianqiu stretched out his hand, and an autumn leaf flew upside down from the black mist and stayed in his hand. I saw that the autumn leaves were curled, wrapped in a trace of black mist, and its sex was fierce, like an untamed beast, and it was struggling frantically in the autumn leaves at this time.

Wan Chongluan took the autumn leaves, looked at them carefully, and pierced the autumn leaves with one finger, and the trace of black mist was like a beast out of the cage, following Wan Chongluan's fingers, climbing up rapidly, and he wanted to rush into Wan Chongluan's body.

But where will it succeed, at the moment when the black fog leaves the autumn leaves, the fingertips bloom, like a round of bright sun, under the abundant light, the black fog is like seeing a natural enemy, unable to retreat, a sigh of sorrow, into nothingness.

"It turned out to be Netherworld Demon Qi!" Wan Chongluan said in surprise, raising his eyes to look into the depths of the black mist, his eyes were bright and uncertain, as if he had thought of something.