After a long time, Ye Qingcheng staggered back a step, supporting his body with his sword, not letting himself fall, and gasping heavily.

In front of him, a severed ghost distorted and dissipated into the air. A ghost sword that was regarded as an emperor in the Demon Melting Demon-Yin Emperor, had been broken, and the remaining half was inserted into the ground.

"Although, I, can't enter the underworld......" The sword broke and died! Yu Feng failed, and the soul shadow gradually dissipated into the air with his dream of being a hero, and his faint voice echoed weakly, "Sooner or later, one day, someone will send you to the ...... for me The underworld, suffering from endless purgatory, suffers ......"

............

After a long and cold ordeal, the night faded and dawn fell.

The sky was full of stars, and the reckless forest of no return was shrouded in a layer of gloomy sky, and the sky was covered with fish belly white. At this moment, a terrifying figure came from the woods. It has a snake head, a pair of wings on its back, and a snake body on its lower body. It dragged a serpentine scythe in its claws, hooked with a mangled corpse with black smoke. This is the snake puppet, and what it is dragging is the corpse of the puppet of Xiao Jing, the demon melter.

It glanced around expressionlessly, except for the traces left by a large number of battles and a ruined mountain cliff, there was no Ye Qingcheng in front of it. Then, it coldly dragged the corpse in the direction of the Watchman Cliff to the north.

............

In another part of the forest, an ancient tree had fallen and broken, and the surrounding area was littered with signs of destruction. A huge corpse of a female fire yang beast emitted black ghost smoke was left among the fallen trees. There was also a long sword deeply embedded in its skull, and the figure of the wolf bèi rain string, leaning on the long sword, sat on its head, quietly looking up at the night clouds floating leisurely on the sky.

At this moment, an equally tired figure walked over. He was tall, but he looked very thin, with wisps of white soul smoke remaining on his body, a bronze blindfold, and a transparent white holy soul ball in his hand, in which a turbid yellow Yin Soul Fire was imprisoned.

"Where did this thing come from?" said the black blind man in astonishment.

"The ghost thing summoned by the medicine stone. Yuxian said weakly.

"Then your battle must be very hard, right?"

"Not to mention the hard work? I almost got my life in. With that, Yuxian pulled out his long sword, jumped down from the corpse of the female fire yang beast, and said with a sigh: "Fortunately, the medicine stone escaped, otherwise, I would be the one who should escape." ”

"Why did he run away?"

Yuxian shook his head and said, "Your battle is over too?"

"Kyo Ash is dead. The black blind man raised his palm, showed the white holy soul ball in his hand in front of Yu Xian's eyes, and said, "This is the soul source of the Phantom Thousand Army, I think it is a bit useful to keep it." ”

Yuxian smiled bitterly and said admiringly: "You're still amazing." By the way, how is the battle on the young master's side?"

"The young master is defeated. The black blind man said.

"What! Gu Teng Chun is so strong?" Yu Xian was shocked violently, and then hurriedly asked, "Then is he in danger?"

"Although the young master was seriously injured, he was rescued by Hua Lao, but let Gu Tengchun escape. The black blind man said.

"Even if Gu Teng Chun can defeat the young master, does he have the strength to escape from Hua Lao Shou Shao?" said Yu Xian in disbelief.

"It was the young master who asked Hua Lao to do this. The black blind man said, "The young master defeated Gu Tengchun with his own hands. ”

"Understood. Yuxian nodded, and was defeated by one person, so he found someone stronger to kill that guy, which is not Liu Beishui's style. After a little hesitation, he asked about the battle he was most concerned about, "How about the battle between Ye Shao and Yu Feng?"

"It's a winner. The black blind man said, "One is still alive, and the other is completely gone." ”

............

The sky gradually brightened, and the vast forest of no return was covered with a vast expanse of snow. In the faint light of the morning light, the sky and the earth were cold.

The Watchman Cliff stands alone in the forest, and the Fountain of Immortality below the cliff is frozen. A tomb sits on the edge of a cliff, bathed in the morning light. When Yuxian and the black blind man flew back, there were only two lonely figures on the edge of the cliff.

A thin old donkey, Xiao Bian, with a big sword hanging diagonally on its body, stood quietly on the edge of the cliff, drooping its eyelids, and was napping. By the grave on the cliff, a silent figure sits. His short silver-white hair shimmered with a charming light, and in front of him lay a broken, broken sword with the mark of a black bird. He sat cross-legged in front of Fushan's tombstone, bowing his head, looking tired, and his body was frozen with shocking blood. He was naked, covered in scars, except for a gray cloth wrapped around his chest, on which blackened blood congealed.

He was so tired that he sat cross-legged and fell into a deep sleep.

In a few months, he would be a sixteen-year-old, that is, he would still be a fifteen-year-old. However, his tired figure gives people an indescribable sense of vicissitudes. His heart is Ying Long's, but his indestructible inhibition controls this heart.

They didn't know what a terrible battle he had fought against Yu Feng. However, it can be seen from the scars on his body that he must have used perseverance to crawl out of death. It was a pyrrhic victory, and there was no joy to speak of.

On the ground, Yuxian took a step forward, wanting to wake up Ye Qingcheng, but was stopped by a voice.

"Let the big brother sleep. At this time, Liu Beishui, supported by Hua Lao, walked out of the south gate of the city with a white mink robe in his hand.

............

Five days later. In the dream:

On an ethereal cloud, there is a crystal stele. Gu Mu was wearing a cyan cloth robe, standing on top of the white clouds, his hands behind his back, staring at the picture on the crystal tablet, and did not speak for a long time.

Ye Qingcheng stood behind him, quietly waiting for him to speak. This is a dream, and all the qiē is imagined, including the crystal tablet and the picture on it. On the crystal tablet, there was a forest shrouded in cold nights, and a blood-red spiritual flame rose in the forest, and a silver-haired young man stood in the spiritual flame, staring at a hideous sword blade skeleton.

This is the scene of that night, imagined by Ye Qingcheng and presented to the Gumu clan to watch.

After a few more moments, the Gumu clan finally spoke.

"You've finally survived the first calamity of your life. Gu Mu turned around, showed a thin smile, and said, "It also brings such a big surprise to the teacher." ”

"Master, is this my spiritual color?" Ye Qingcheng asked.

"Not bad. Gu Mu nodded and sighed, "This is what I have been looking for for a thousand years. 100,000 years ago, the ancestor of the beast tamer, the Hellfire, had this kind of spiritual color, and it was named after the ancestor - the blood-colored Hellfire. ”

"Is this special ability a 'godsend'?"

"Yes, one of the most mysterious abilities in the world. ”