Barren hills.

The flat terrain has no obstacles and no end as far as the eye can see. There is a land of 100,000 miles here, but there are corpses and bones everywhere, and it is a barren land with a lifeless anger and an eerie atmosphere.

Most people now know it as a barren hill, but for a long time ago, it was called a fertile field.

At that time, the fertile field was rich in resources, abundant vitality, countless treasures of heaven and earth, and huge yuan crystal mines were everywhere. Fertile has such superior conditions, and naturally there are many powerful forces taking root, thus raising generations of strong people.

But human greed knows no bounds, and living in harmony is just empty talk. Because of the greed of various forces in the fertile field, they wanted to occupy more resources, and even wanted to dominate the fertile field, so war began to breed.

It's just that although many forces on the fertile field are quite powerful, none of them can overwhelm all the forces and become the overlord of the fertile field, so the war in the fertile field has been continuous.

War will inevitably be accompanied by bloodshed, and a sea of blood and feud will breed immediately. So it was originally just a battle for resources, but later it became a retribution at any cost.

There is no way to repay grievances, and hatred is accumulating from generation to generation, getting deeper and deeper. The fighting intensified, with countless casualties. For a long time, hundreds of millions of floating corpses in the fertile field shed thousands of miles of blood.

In the end, the war finally escalated to a situation of non-death, and the top powerhouses of each force all went to war.

That war destroyed the world, 100,000 miles of fertile land was trampled, and since then it has become a barren land with scarce resources and lack of vitality, and has become a "barren hill" in the mouth of later generations.

Because of the long-term war, too many warriors have died in the barren hills, and countless bones are buried under the land, and even the corpses are directly exposed, so it has caused a lifeless and resentful situation.

It is also because the anger of death and resentment is too strong, so that those who are not determined will enter it will erode their sanity, and the light ones will go crazy, and the heavy ones will die. Therefore, except for a few risk-taking adventurers who go in to seek adventures, few warriors enter it - of course, the inheritance that may have survived those forces that have been destroyed has always attracted the covetousness of a large number of warriors.

For a long time, the barren hill had been peaceful, but recently this peace had been broken by the presence of necromancers.

The so-called necromancers are some evil cultivators among the martial artists, who use their death qi and resentment to cultivate. What is strange is that as long as this kind of cultivator has enough dead qi and resentment, the ascension of the realm is like riding a rocket, and there is no bottleneck at all.

Heaven is fair, and the realm has risen so quickly, it is naturally extremely difficult to become a necromancer, not only does it require dead resentment, but it also needs an extremely rare bead that can gather dead resentment and make use of it-the Dead Resentment Bead.

The Death Grudge Bead is a kind of bead naturally formed by the evil charm energy between heaven and earth, which can collect death qi and resentment into it and use it for the holder.

Although necromancers are rare, they cause a lot of harm every time they appear. Because necromancers can't resist the temptation of increasing their strength at all, but many times they don't have enough death qi and resentment to cultivate, so they will automatically create death qi and resentment.

Naturally, it is to kill a large number of people. Everyone knows that every person who is killed in no apparent way can produce a lot of death and resentment, so the necromancer will take advantage of this simple and quick way. For them, it is very easy to kill some ordinary people who have no power to resist, and they can die with a slight wave of their hand.

In this context, the world of martial artists is more exclusive of martial artists like necromancers. Some martial artists are very hostile, because if there is enough death qi and resentment, the strength of the necromancer will increase too quickly, and it will not take long to surpass them all.

However, there are also some warriors who are not hostile to necromancers, on the contrary, they are quite happy to meet necromancers, because then there will naturally be a large number of necromancers.

The so-called necromancer is the situation of deceiving the corpse after the corpse is sucked away by the dead resentment bead. The reason for being able to deceive corpses is that the necromancer has no resentment and is too clean, and the skeleton can produce a liquid that can provide energy to the necromancer and has a powerful healing effect - bone purification.

In the world of martial artists, nothing is comparable to life, and everything becomes empty talk without life, so almost all martial artists put life first. And high-grade healing medicine means life, which is something that a warrior dreams of.

Wastehills.

This is a small town standing on the edge of a barren hill, there are thousands of families in the town, and there are basically all that should be, and it is the only gathering point in the surrounding thousands of miles.

There are very few outsiders in the town, and only occasionally some adventurer mercenaries come to look for adventures in the barren hills. However, the nearest barren hill town has a steady stream of warriors, so that all the inns in the town are immediately full, and the innkeeper is very happy.

This was not enough, a few inns in the town alone were not enough to accommodate a large number of warriors who came, so those foreign warriors coerced and lured them, and lived in the homes of thousands of townspeople, and only in this way could they barely fit all the warriors.

Like a barren hill, the town of Arakuja has lost its former desertion and has become lively, with warriors fighting in the town every day. Minor injuries vomited blood, heavy ones lacked arms and legs, and even more serious ones died on the spot.

In addition, there are many warriors who enter the barren hills every day, but when they come out, they are embarrassed, and the number of people is not enough for half of the time when they enter.

In an inn in the town, three teenagers were gathered together, and their faces were quite gloomy, as if they could wring out water.

"The tutor has been out for so long and there has been no movement, what should we do?" a young man who was anxious stood up, his face angry and anxious, and almost knocked the table off.

No one spoke, and they all fell silent, and the young man sat down a little depressed.

"Maybe not on the mentor's side, I'll go out and look for it, maybe I'll be lucky. After a long time, one of the white-clothed young men stood up and said softly, but the breath in his tone was a little insufficient, and his face was slightly pale, obviously suffering from internal injuries.

"Your injury ......" The young man raised his eyebrows and said with some concern, "Does it matter?"

"Don't worry, it's nothing. The young man in white smiled and said, "I'm not so weak, otherwise it would make people see jokes." ”

"Then we'll go too. The teenager and the other teenagers said in unison.

The young man in white did not refuse, and the three of them walked out of the inn.

......

The rumbling sound continued to sound, not only was there a huge thunder sea in the sky, but even a thunder sea was formed on the ground, and the thunder was constantly slapping around.

And in the small thunder sea on the ground, a figure sat crossed, and his whole body was covered with a thick blood shackle, looking like a corpse covered in blood and dried by death.

The surrounding thunder slammed into the figure from time to time, and the terrifying power of thunder wound up, constantly eroding, but that figure was like a bluestone in a storm, standing still.

I don't know how long it took to do this, the corpse-like figure suddenly moved slightly, and a pair of eyes under the thick blood flail opened, and the thunder flashed inside, looking a little weird and terrifying.

The thunder in his eyes gradually faded, and the figure stood up, he glanced at himself at the moment, and seemed to smile helplessly. His fists clenched suddenly, and a huge force rushed out from all corners of his body.

Burst!

Like the sound of a balloon bursting, the thick blood shackle burst in an instant, shooting in all directions, revealing the white and intact skin inside.

Looking at the fair skin that occasionally seemed to have a flash of thunder, Leng Yu shook his head helplessly, every time he cultivated hard, the skin he grew became more white and tender, and he looked completely pampered and cultivated, without the appearance of a martial artist at all.

took out a cyan robe and put it on, it looked a little elegant. Leng Yu smiled helplessly, his robe only had a white robe and a green robe and a black robe, and the black robe was not worn much, only when it was special, so it was generally a green robe and a white robe. I originally wanted to neutralize my fair skin, so I gave up the white robe, who would have thought that it would be another temperament.

Shaking his head helplessly, Leng Yu no longer paid attention to the matter of the robe, he didn't care about this kind of thing, it was better to be elegant, he could pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger.

In a flash of light, a black token appeared in his hand, with the words "one thousand six hundred" on it. Leng Yu was a little surprised, it had been a whole month to be struck by lightning here, and three thousand points had been consumed.

"It seems that we have to find a way to earn some points, otherwise we won't be able to get into other places. Leng Yu muttered to himself, and immediately stopped thinking about it, and swept towards the outside of the formation, a month has passed, and I don't know if Ruoshuang has any other cultivation tasks.

Half an hour later, Leng Yu appeared outside his assigned room, and he breathed a sigh of relief, because he didn't see Su Li, who gave him a headache. He was a little afraid of the wild savage girl, who knows if she would attack again desperately, it would be a big loss.

As soon as I entered the house, there was only Leng Menghan inside. As soon as this Nizi saw Leng Yu, she ran over and grabbed his arm tightly, and called sweetly: "Brother Leng Yu." ”

Leng Yu touched her head with her other hand, and said with a smile: "What about your sister Ling'er?"

"Oh, I forgot if you didn't say anything. Leng Menghan stuck out her tongue cutely, then took out a parchment roll from her spatial ring, handed it to Leng Yu, and said coquettishly: "This is what Mentor Ruoshuang asked me to give to you, and she asked you to leave the Heaven Breaking Academy immediately and go to them." ”

Leng Yu took the parchment roll, smiled at Leng Menghan, and said, "Then Menghan, you stay here, I'm going out to find Mentor Ruoshuang." ”

"Okay, Brother Lengyu be careful on the road. ”

Leaving the Heaven Breaking Academy, Leng Yu hurried to the barren hill non-stop, and he already knew the reason for the matter. Destroying the Necromancer and bringing back the Death Bead was an order given by the Great Elder to Ruoshuang himself, so Ruoshuang immediately set off with her team. At that time, Leng Yu was in the midst of deep cultivation, so Ruoshuang didn't wait, and only asked Leng Menghan to wait for him to get out of the customs and then ask him to catch up.