After expelling the clans, Yang Mu did not leave Yang City, and wandered alone at the bottom of Yang City, because Yang Mu was not like those geniuses who had already stepped on the cultivators, who were full of curiosity about this world and wanted to explore. Yang Mu is just an ordinary person, he doesn't have such a broad vision, he doesn't have such a huge ambition, he just wants to survive in this world that is calm on the outside but hides mysteries.

He doesn't want to gain anything, as long as he can live, maybe he will do anything.

But today, for the first time, Yang Mu felt that a breath of fear had been permeating his heart. This aura is more than ten times stronger than those stall owners who only have the Spirit Gathering Period.

He didn't know who that weird person was, and he didn't know what they were talking about about the Broken Continent, even now, Yang Mu was out of breath, and he didn't dare to stop under his feet, although his mind was blank, but subconsciously only;

Run......

But Yang Mu is just an ordinary human body after all, everything has a head, let Yang Mu's inner fear dominate the whole body, and in the end he can only lie on the ground, exhausted, unable to move.

The morning fog still did not dissipate, and the bleak cold wind continued to cross his face, making Yang Mu gradually calm down from his tight breathing, he wanted to move, but found that his limbs seemed to be pressed by heavy stones, and every time he moved, there would be a feeling of swelling and pain.

"So, who are they?" Yang Mu couldn't help but think of such a question, even now, Yang Mu only knew the content of their conversation, but what kind of broken continent, plan, Yang Mu had disappeared from Yang Mu's vision after being expelled from the clan.

However, at this moment, Yang Mu heard a voice that made him creepy;

A heavy footstep.

If you just listen to the sound, the footsteps are very heavy, so heavy that each step makes the ground tremble slightly, but if you listen carefully, you can find that there is water on the road but you can't hear any splashing sound, it seems to be very light. Suddenly a rather contradictory mixed feeling arose.

But it was this strange contradiction that made Yang Mu's heart tighten, and his mind seemed to have been hit by something, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Although the limbs were not as swollen and painful as they had at the beginning, their brains could not react at all, and it was more as if they were pressed to the ground by other forces.

What to do? Is it really going to die here?

Sword Venerable

The dull footsteps made ripples in Yang Mu's originally calm mind, until the last moment, a huge wave was set off, and Yang Mu's head felt like it was about to explode at this moment, and the pain was unbearable.

However, when the footsteps stopped, the originally mighty waves fell into calm again, as if nothing had happened, and it was precisely because of such a large drop that poplar suddenly woke up from his slumber.

It was only at this time that Yang Mu felt countless soybean-like raindrops constantly dripping on his body, his rain-soaked hair covering half of his cheeks, and the water accumulated on the cold ground submerged Yang Mu's face on one side, which was extremely embarrassing.

And the footsteps of the poplar are no longer heard, but instead, there is a sense of oppression, and this feeling comes from the direction where the footsteps disappear.

Yang Mu tiredly opened his eyes that were not covered by hair, and the ripples in the puddle came into view first, followed by the burly but vicissitudes of life reflected on the water.

Who is it?

The feeling of fear that came from the heart came spontaneously, and his ears were piercing, and his eyes were dim, as if Yang Mu was now a dead man.

Whoosh!

At the moment when Yang Mu's eyes closed, a sound of breaking wind suddenly came from a distance, but immediately after, it seemed to be a light sound of a long sword out of the sheath, and then, a crisp but dull collision sound, set off a powerful aura of aura, pushing Yang Mu five steps away, rolling a few times before slowly stopping, looking closely, Yang Mu's face was hideous, and the already sore flesh became more painful after this rolling.

After a few light collisions, another sound of breaking wind came, but this time, the sound became louder and louder, and the strong sense of oppression made Yang Mu's heart instantly mention his throat, this blow was to himself!

Yang Mu's mind was already blank, knowing the last moment of life and death, a cold smile faintly appeared in Yang Mu's originally blank mind.

Boom!!!

A popping sound of robes being blown by the strong wind suddenly came from Yang Mu's ears, and then there was an old cold snort,

This was followed by a dull clashing sound of fist wind being resisted by a long sword.

In just an instant, a dull footstep was heard, and it kept backing until ten steps to stabilize its footsteps, and the splashes that had been lifted were also calm at this time, leaving only the sound of rushing rain.

Yang Mu's consciousness was still in a state of chaos at this time, and he didn't understand what was going on at all. At this time, a very familiar voice of poplar came from a distance, and the source of this sound was Chongtian.

"Old swordsman, I advise you not to interfere, it will not do you and me any good. Chongtian's voice was heavy and flat, but it didn't lose a hint of coldness, full of threat.

"This person has some fate with me, so I have to come to the rescue, besides, as a traitor in Tianhua, you can't be so rampant in the Tianhua realm!"

When Chongtian's voice fell, a vicissitudes of sound sounded, as if like a withered pine, but extremely sharp, the voice, contains a trace of coldness that ordinary people can't find, the whole is more like a withered pine that has just entered the cold winter, tough and upright.

Yang Mu opened his dim eyes again, and the angle was just right to see an old figure standing with a sword, seemingly casual but always on guard against Chongtian who was standing quietly not far away.

"Traitor?" Yang Mu said in his heart.

At that time, when Yang Mu was still in the Yang family, he had heard this word from Mr. Teach.

They were originally cultivators in the Tianhua realm, but because of their weak minds, in order to make themselves stronger and gain a foothold in the world, they chose another force opposed to Tianhua, that kind of power is demonic energy, and the judgment of the traitor is that they have two powers, aura and demonic energy.

As for why it is called demonic energy, why there is demonic energy in the Tianhua Realm, and how the rebel breed uses these two powers for his own use at the same time without being counterattacked, Mr. Lecture did not elaborate, and Yang Mu is not clear now, only knowing that the traitor is a traitor and a traitor in the Tianhua realm.

Unexpectedly, the traitorous seed that Yang Mu only heard from Mr. appeared in front of him alive like this.