The weather tonight was fine, there were no clouds, and the moonlight was cold and scattered on the earth.

Outside the border city is the plain, and in the distance, shadowy branches of trees sway in the wind in the night.

He strode through the border city, and he didn't listen to the roars that resounded through the sky, nor did he go to see the city lord who was already standing on the wall of the border city.

Under the gaze of all, the red fire shone on his resolute face, and his thin lips were pursed, and he passed through the border city, and as soon as he left the gate, he strode across the plain towards the south.

He didn't ride a horse, he ran faster than the fastest steed.

Nor did he take the post road, but ran along a straight line in the wilderness to the south.

A straight line is definitely the closest distance.

The solid and powerful footsteps fell on the ground, and the dull sound of "dong" and "dong" sounded like a drum.

The night covered the land like a huge curtain.

A knife ran forward against this curtain, pushing the curtain forward like a spear, pulling out countless textures like desert sand waves.

And then it rippled like a wave.

The night was getting deeper, and the air was starting to get damp.

In the night sky eight hundred miles away from the border city.

A small black cloud drifted at a rapid speed in the direction of the border city.

More precisely: it's flying.

The black clouds were supposed to be floating.

Wherever the black clouds fly, they obscure the moonlight. At the beginning of this month, there was only a crescent moon in the sky.

Strangely enough, where the black clouds flew, the moonlight that was originally bright became hazy and light.

A drop of water fell from mid-air and landed on the hard bluestone on the ground. There was no expected sound of raindrops bluestone.

But it's a subtle sneer. Then a cloud of cyan smoke rose, and in a blink of an eye, the bluestone was corroded into a small hole, and green smoke was still emitting from the small hole.

Although the moonlight was hazy and faint, the sky was clear except for the small black cloud above.

Where does the rain come from?

And what kind of raindrops can corrode a small hole in the hard bluestone in the ground?

The so-called dripping water through the stone is also the accumulation of many years.

The clouds kept flying in the direction of the border city, and there were faint moans and roars of suppressed pain in the clouds.

Damn two-legged sheep, damn ants.

This black cloud was the young man in brocade who was seriously injured by Su Yan's sword in the small courtyard of the town

The withering of the raccoons.

In the small courtyard and Su Yan, he was seriously injured. Five of the ten nails with a faint blue luster had been broken by Su Yan with one palm.

That's what he is.

He was also stabbed in the chest, but fortunately, the demonized body defense of the Raccoon clan was amazing. He fled quickly, and was dodged by him after the tip of Su Yan's sword pierced his body three inches. But the sword qi had already entered his body, frantically destroying the tendons and internal organs in his body.

He didn't dare to stop, and he had already sensed several powerful human breaths on the way.

If he doesn't immediately return to the dark world outside the gate, it will be difficult to go back.

The task of entering the customs this time was not completed, but all the wolf guards brought by them died in the small courtyard.

Damn it!

The black cloud is the demonic energy that cannot be recovered after being injured.

If it weren't for the fact that he kept absorbing Yuehua along the way, I was afraid that those demonic qi would have already dissipated in heaven and earth. The demonic qi dissipated, and by then more than two hundred years of cultivation would turn into flowing water, not to mention that it would be even more difficult to advance in the future.

You can only keep the body of the raccoon for the rest of your life.

No one in the Holy City cares too much about a raccoon that cannot be shaped.

Even if he is the grandson of the Great Elder.

Because although ordinary raccoons are also nobles in the Holy City, they are not too few.

It is precisely because the demonic energy has not dissipated that the demonic energy in the human territory is as dazzling as a fire in the night. Ordinary people can't sense it, but none of those cultivating humans will know about those races outside the gate.

Damn two-legged sheep, damn boy in white!

The withered fury almost wiped out the last vestiges of his sanity, and the evil rolled in the night. He vowed that one day he would catch the young man in white and let him die a painful death after tasting all the torture in this world.

After a day and a night of flying, there are still three hundred miles away from the border city. Sensing that the aura of the human powerhouses following behind him had disappeared, and the withered land on a barren hill, he had to rest.

Flying 5,000 miles in one day and one night, this is a terrifying speed. Even with their raccoon clan, not everyone can do it, not to mention that he is still seriously injured.

Continuing to fly, the black demonic energy that enveloped him was afraid that it would really be blown away by the night wind.

As soon as the withered fox landed on the top of the hill, a sword light lit up in the night without warning.

The sword light came quickly, and it was still a mile away when it first lit up, and it took a few breaths to reach the top of the hill.

A roar of rage.

The demonic energy around the withered body rolled back, revealing the body of an eagle, the tail of a lizard, and the wings brought a gust of wind to meet the sword light.

A knife did not speak, he never spoke during the battle, and every action unrelated to the battle was a waste, which was a valuable experience summed up in countless battles.

His instincts allowed him to sense the demonic energy from a long distance.

It was a breath similar to that of a werewolf

The handle of the knife is one foot long, and the blade is narrow and long, which is the standard war knife in the army. I don't know if it's because it's stained with too much werewolf blood, but the entire knife body is glowing with a black light. From the past, every time a werewolf was cut off, a knife had to be replaced, and now, a werewolf has been cut for a whole year, but the blade is still intact.

Both hands held the handle of the knife tightly, the ten fingers were overexerted and the fingertips became pale, the swelling green tendons were like earthworms crawling on the back of the hands, and the thin lips were tightly pursed, except for the withered beasts on the top of the hill in front of them.

There is nothing else in the world.

The long knife came forward.

The wind rises on the ground.

The knife shattered the moonlight like a shattered mirror.

At the foot of the mountain, a large tree was uprooted by the withered beast, and a huge tornado formed in the middle of the flight, and it met the sword light with a violent force that tore through everything.

Rumble!

The two huge forces collided fiercely, and the small trees and wild grasses on the ground were blown into the distance, the hill cracked, and the loose stones rumbled down the mountain. The night was stirred up like a pot of paste, forming a huge whirlpool.

The demonic energy once again turned into a black mist and rolled.

A terrible howl came from the black mist, and the withered body rolled along with the black mist.

Damn! The injury worsened again, and the metal-like body showed signs of cracking, and purple-gold blood seeped outward.

Withered and furious, he had already seen that a sword was not a human cultivator,

The surrounding heaven and earth vitality did not fluctuate too violently, but I didn't know where he got such a powerful power.

was actually injured by another "two-legged sheep" in his eyes again, and his only vestiges of reason were annihilated by anger.

No more escaping.

The knife retreated a full ten feet to the rear, and his legs plowed the ground into two deep trenches.

This time the enemy was different from those werewolves in the past, and for the first time, he didn't stab the other party in two.

His face was like the stone strips of the red gate wall, indifferent and calm.

So what? If one knife doesn't work, then another one!

So he raised the knife and slashed again, one knife after another, and the knives continued, forming a knife curtain.

In the face of the war knife that was cut again, the withered and fierce body unexpectedly calmed down, and the original hideous and vicious body turned into a human form again, facing the oncoming knife light, he closed his eyes and did not dodge, and began to chant obscure syllables in a low voice,

The black fog rolling around slowly faded, and the whole body began to emit a misty white light.

His brows were furrowed, as if he was enduring boundless pain, but his face was full of piety,

"Great and divine...... Yes...... , according to the ancient covenant...... Pious Servant...... Always follow in your footsteps...... Pious waiting for your ....... "The voice is choppy, the intonation is strange, and the syllables are obscure, making it uncomfortable to hear.

This is an ancient saying of the Raccoon people, and there is not much to say.

As he kept chanting, the air around him became more and more viscous, his withered body became lighter and lighter, and the white light became more and more abundant, as if he was standing at the node of two different spaces.

The knife is slashed in the viscous air,

Like slashing in a swamp,

It is like cutting in a great river.

Two straight eyebrows furrowed, and the deep eyes of the night sky carried an indomitable determination,

The sword light disappeared in a flash, and the knife light flashed again.

Countless extremely fast and short-lived, constantly flickering sword lights connected into a huge sword light and slashed towards the withered beast that was still singing.

Heaven and earth were shrouded in this sword, and the night was cut in half by the sword.

At this moment, the whole heaven and earth suddenly darkened, and then it was as bright as day, and there seemed to be a great and divine will descending on this heaven and earth.

At last the withered fox stopped singing, and opened the eyes that had been closed,

A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, a trace of remembrance. After a moment, the gaze that looked at a knife became pity, disgust, and it was a different will.

Heaven and earth are still quiet.

A voice that couldn't distinguish between men and women without a trace of emotion exploded in Yidao's mind:

"Ignorant and poor human beings, who have hurt my servant......"

A fingertip as white as jade was pointed at the sword light that was slashed, and the knife light shattered.

This volitional contemplation:

What secrets are hidden in this world? How can an ordinary human be hurt a demonized fox?

As the fingertips clicked, the will to descend fell into deep thought.

"Ah......h

Yidao roared for the first time, his hoarse voice was like an ancient giant, he lowered his head and glanced at the war knife that had accompanied him for a whole year, countless cracks appeared on the knife body, and with a bang, the clothes on his body turned into pieces, revealing his sturdy body, his ears began to sharpen, and his eyes became blood-red. At this moment, Yidao forgot where he was, forgot everything around him, and only a figure glowing white was left in his eyes.

"Kill him!" a voice rang out from the depths of his soul, ancient and vast, as if it had come from ancient times and traveled through the long river of time.

This is an immortal imprint in the depths of the soul, with endless resentment and murderous intent.

With a kick of both legs, the whole body of the knife catapulted like a stone towards the endless night sky.

The crescent moon in the sky, which had been curved, turned into a full moon at the moment when the sword flicked up, and the endless moonlight converged into a pillar of light to shine on the body of the sword.

Endless power poured into his body, and those boundless moonlight made him feel warm.

A barrier shattered, and the memory inheritance from the ancient times poured in like a tidal wave, and the sword let out a cry again, like the howl of a wounded beast, echoing in the empty night.

The withered gaze that looked at the knife changed, there was surprise, and suddenly, the originally holy indifferent and pitiful gaze became even more disgusted and cruel,

There's also a hint of fear

Feeling the gaze below, Yidao's gaze also became resentful and cruel, mixed with endless hatred, and at a position three hundred feet above the ground, Yidao stopped rising, looking at the withered fox on the ground or the will that descended on the withered body.

The body flipped back, and the head and feet rushed towards the withered fox below like a meteorite.

Kill the withered beast below, those hazy feelings that come all the way from the border city become clear and determined, kill him!

The tightly held sword swooped down towards the withered one, and the violent friction with the air brought out a flash of sparks. Falling like a meteor at night.

Looking up at the meteor falling from the sky, the withered fox still didn't move.

Slowly raising his palm, a pair of white and slightly transparent wings appeared behind him.

A palm appeared in the night sky, white as jade, the palm slowly became larger, the moonlight shone on the palm, those cyan palm lines, the veins were clearly visible.

The huge palm filled the entire heaven and earth, the palm of the hand faced the meteor, and without a huge sound, the space began to shatter, revealing a dark void in an instant.

The wind was raging, and the surrounding heaven and earth vitality was surging like a tidal wave, and under the effect of the law, this space began to repair itself.

At this moment, a huge redbud phantom rose from the end of the horizon, the stamen exuded a morning glow, from the ground it looked like a rising red sun, around the redbud around three colorful butterflies fluttering, a cyan rainbow appeared below, and at the end of the rainbow a huge red plum blossom.

The night is not over, and the red sun is born again.

Colorful butterflies dance with the sun, and Changhong passes through the sky and red dust.

A muffled snort and a strange syllable word sounded in the night.

......

...... ，

That night, the continent shook.

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