Pulling away the branches and walking into the black mountain forest, a dark cloud was bleak, the ground was littered with rocks and broken trees, the corpses of birds and beasts were all over the place, and the ravines on the ground were as if two peerless masters had fought here for three hundred rounds, and the dust and wind drifted together. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Li Molan frowned and walked through the clearing, and then saw a corpse in the woods.

This corpse was obviously killed, the flesh and blood of the body were blurred, the bones pierced out of the abdomen like a sharp sword, looking at the clothes, probably the cultivators of the southern sects, it should be a coincidence that he fell directly from a height of tens of thousands of meters on the Tianshan Mountain and fell on the island, although he had tried his best to protect his body with aura, but he still couldn't escape the tragic death.

There were two severed swords on the ground, stuck in the dirt, like tombstones.

Even a master like Li Molan was seriously injured in this upheaval, it can be imagined how many cultivator geniuses would have tragically fallen here, the five hundred young masters on the way to heaven are equivalent to the future of the Beihai Cultivation Realm, and they are the pillars of the Cultivation Realm in the next hundred years, there is no shortage of super masters who have reached the Three Realms at a young age or even reached the Dragon's Eye Realm at the age of thirty or forty, even if a small half of them died in this upheaval, it is also a matter of resentment for Beihai, how many years will it take to cultivate?

He could even foresee that the gloom of the monastic world would be bleak in the next year or two.

Leaning on a tree, Li Molan sat cross-legged on a hill with a wide view and began to meditate and recover.

Judging from his glance just now, he didn't see anyone on this not too big island, the whole island is simply a sesame watermelon gap compared to the huge Heavenly Tomb, if he was at the peak of his state, it would only take about two hours to cross such a palm-sized island, but now he is seriously injured, and he can only barely walk, let alone fly.

The sky was pitch black, obviously it was not the time of night, but it was like a piece of ink, and in the whirlpool at the end of the firmament, countless black thunder snakes were still jumping, exuding a terrifying meaning.

Li Molan's eyes calmed down, and the faint sword intent spread out to the surroundings, and the only unwounded spirit sensed every move around him, and some of the plants and trees were all soldiers.

Suddenly, the wind blows.

A man came out of the woods.

A swarthy young man in a coarse cloth robe, dressed plainly, and his face was extremely ordinary.

It's just that this young man's gaze is very cold, like a sharp sword, spreading a terrifying aura in the mountains.

Looking at this young man, Li Molan's eyes gradually became cold.

He knows who he is, and he knows who he is.

Li Molan once asked a steward of the Wang He family for a piece of information, which was about the contestant named Annan, and through a few descriptions on the information, he knew that the realm shown by the other party was the first realm of the dragon's eye, and it was a northern scattered cultivator, and he was a young genius who had no worries and no statements, and he specially came to participate in the Heaven Worship Conference.

The description recorded in that dossier was simple, prosaic, and hardly attracted anyone's attention, except for the second- and third-rate sects of the southern sects that would pay attention to such a talented young man with great potential, and ponder throwing an olive branch to him after the Heavenly Sacrifice Conference.

But Li Molan looked at the file at that time, and her brows were locked.

He fought with this young man named Annan, because this young man killed many mortals in the villages on the Heavenly Tomb, and he used a brutal divine soul attack to directly wipe out people from the soul level, which means that he has no chance to enter the underworld and be reincarnated in the afterlife.

Later, more than a dozen villages of all sizes on the Heavenly Tomb were attacked, and at that time, the Wang He family and the Ye family also set up a special investigation team to deal with this matter, and it could only be concluded that it was done by the contestants of the Heavenly Sacrifice Conference, but the reason is unknown, and there is no conclusive evidence to explain who it is.

Li Molan knew that he did it, so he had always paid attention to this young man named Annan, that time the two fought each other, and they retreated at the first touch, and the coarse clothed boy showed at least the strength of the dragon's eye realm, but at the Heaven Sacrifice Conference, he seemed to have regressed to the dragon's eye initial realm, and it was natural to retain his strength, but the methods he used were completely different from when he fought with Li Molan, and those weird black fogs had never been used.

So what exactly is he trying to hide? What is he killing ordinary people repeatedly? and...... Why could he perceive that this young man in coarse cloth had always had a strong murderous intent towards him, almost undisguised?

Annan looked at Li Molan in the woods.

Li Molan also looked at him.

Neither of them spoke, only the dead air was filled with a sense of tranquility, only a chill that grew colder and colder.

Annan laughed, there was a very weird and strange forest on his dark cheeks, which reminded Li Molan of that genius insect master Wen Shiyu, the black-robed young man laughed like this coarse-clothed young man, like a madman, very scary, weird and terrifying.

"I really didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it, such a coincidence. Annan burst out laughing, and the shrill laughter was harsh and hard to hear.

Li Molan looked at him with a frown, pulled the North Sea Dragon Elephant out of behind him, and then looked at him and said, "You are laughing so ugly. ”

Annan's laughter stopped abruptly, and then he looked at him with very terrifying eyes, stiffened his body like a living dead, and said quietly: "You will definitely die." ”

The aura on the coarse-clothed young man's body fluctuated, but it could be seen that he must have also been injured, but it was obviously much stronger than Li Molan's aura.

Li Molan said in disgust: "It's disgusting for you to talk like this, stay away from me." ”

Annan's eyes widened, his expression was extremely terrifying, like a powerful ghost in the legend of the underworld, and he screamed: "I will kill you, and then kill Yu Hongyi, to pay for the lives of my dead disciples and grandchildren." ”

"Do you have any grudge against me?" Li Molan vigilantly put her sword in front of her and said coldly.

He carefully looked at the coarse-clothed young man, and determined that the other party's mental state seemed to be very abnormal, but he didn't know what grudges he had with him in the past, and where they had met, which was really puzzling.

"I want you to pay for your life......" Annan's eerie and terrifying cheeks twisted, and he repeated the sentence repeatedly, the muscles in his face trembling.

If there is a girl here, seeing the ghosts wandering in the forest in this dark night, I am afraid that she will faint directly from fright.

Li Molan frowned and took two steps back, unsure in her heart, and asked, "You can't be looking for the wrong person, right?"

If he was in his heyday, he would definitely be able to slash with a sword now, but it was obvious that the other party was in good condition and his strength was already strong, and his breath was weak, so he had to say something to delay time, and at the same time think about what to do next.

Annan lowered his head, and then raised his head suddenly, looking like a neurotic madman, like a strange person with a terrifying expression, he suddenly roared: "Old man Lu Buwei, I want to take the lives of you and Yu Hongyi to avenge the more than a thousand disciples and elders of my Guanxin Valley!"

Annan's voice was poignant and sharp, piercing the sky and reaching into the sky.

It seems to contain countless blood and tears of hatred, as if this hatred is endless.

The Lord of the Valley of the Heart of the Heart.

Lü Buwei.

That Guanxin Valley, which was destroyed overnight and caused an uproar in the monastic world?

Li Molan finally understood the identity of the other party, and at this moment, he suddenly felt that something was not good. (To be continued.) )