The vast clouds and smoke are shrouded, and the endless Red Sickle Mountains float and sink in the sea of clouds. Like the blazing sun, above the high sky, a ten-zhang purple gold rafting boat shines with fine light, sailing above the sea of clouds.

On the deck, a young man dressed in blood sat upright, his eyes closed, and the wind caressed his long black hair. The handsome face, as firm as a jun, although only ten years old, gives people a steady, mature atmosphere.

The people who walked by, some regretted, some joyed. But no matter what mood he felt, no one came to disturb the boy.

The purple gold rafting is driving slowly, and the sun sets and the moon rises.

The young man slowly opened his eyes, with a faint loss between his eyebrows, shook his head and sighed softly, walked to the side of the boat, the cold wind was blowing, and he didn't know what to think when he looked at the full moon in front of him.

"Senior Brother Liu Feng, what are your plans to leave this time?" a weak voice sounded behind him.

The young man muttered self-deprecatingly, "I'm an outcast of the Eternal Saint Sect, and I've lost my strength, I'm just an ordinary martial artist. ”

This young man was Liu Feng, who was expelled from the school and became an outcast. Liu Feng followed the rafting of the Eternal Saint Sect out of the Red Sickle Mountains, which could be regarded as the last bit of kindness of the Eternal Saint Sect to the outcasts.

Song Xiaomeng gently walked to Liu Feng's side from behind, wearing a blue and yellow power suit. Tall figure, slender legs, although the appearance is not outstanding, but it also has a unique flavor.

"Don't be discouraged, I believe that Senior Brother Liu Feng will definitely rise again. Song Xiaomeng turned his back to Liu Feng and looked at the vast smoke clouds in front of him, "So ......"

Snort –

Under the moonlight, the cold light flashed. Everything happened too fast, Liu Feng hurriedly turned away, his right eye was cold, and blood gushed out. Liu Feng lost his martial arts, and although he tried his best to dodge, he was still much slower.

"Uh! Why?" Liu Feng looked at Song Xiaomeng in disbelief, and the sharp blade pierced the dantian and pierced Liu Feng's body.

"Because Senior Brother Chen also believes. Song Xiaomeng looked pity and shook his head, "Just like before, Senior Brother Liu Feng, you can help me again! Let me get your head back, so Senior Brother Chen will be very happy." ”

Liu Feng smiled coldly, his eyes were full of remorse, "Count me saving the wrong person!" I didn't expect that I had saved a white-eyed wolf back then. Liu Feng retreated suddenly, rolled over and fell off the boat.

"Bastard!"

Song Xiaomeng stepped forward and grabbed Liu Feng, but only tore off a rag. Seeing Liu Feng's figure engulfed by the clouds, Song Xiaomeng scolded unwillingly.

The rafting is high above the ground, and the location is the most mysterious of the Nine Shadows in the Red Sickle Mountains. Liu Feng's chances of surviving if he fell down were very small, but Song Xiaomeng was still not at ease.

Later, Song Xiaomeng asked the rafting to stop, and waited on the periphery of the Nine Shadows for three days, but did not find Liu Feng's actions before leaving. No one knows the exact reason for Liu Feng's "suicide", and no one suspects a woman who is grief-stricken for her benefactor as an outcast.

Liu Feng's matter will be forgotten by them, there is nothing left, and someone will solve this "accident".

Every once in a while, someone will check on the perimeter. A week, a month, two months, five months, a year.

And so it went for three years......

The darkness of the Nine Shadows swallowed the light, the heavy air, the mottled earth, and the strangely shaped plants showed a trace of dead air. The air retains the smell of decay, and the wind carries a wail.

Snort-snort-snort-sss

In the mist, a thin figure dangled around.

Although the "man" was still walking, his heart had long since stopped beating, and a long branch pierced his heart. For some reason, he walked slowly. If Song Xiaomeng was here, he would definitely recognize that it was Liu Feng they were looking for.

The whole body is mutilated, and the limbs are twisted in different angles. The wound was rotten, and black blood was sticking. Using your leg bones, drag your feet forward. The right eye was torn open, revealing white bones, black blood, and clusters of carrion. The left eye is sunken, and the eyeball has long since lost its look. A shriveled and torn mouth, and the upper and lower teeth collide from time to time, making a clicking sound.

Life is long gone, leaving behind a walking corpse to walk through the darkness.

Liu Feng dragged his dilapidated body and walked with difficulty, as if something in the darkness attracted him, and walked towards the depths of the Nine Shadows Field.

The deeper you go, the heavier the dead air becomes. If anyone sees it, they will definitely be shocked by the scene in front of them, a pair of white bones, human race, beast race, demon race...... All races, the deeper you go, the more and more like a graveyard for all races.

Liu Feng passed through the vast sea of bones, and even the ancient dragon clan and the huge giant clan were buried here. The Nine Shadows Wild has existed for 10,000 years, and those who can retain the skeletons must be strong in their lifetimes, why did so many strong people fall.

Above the sea of bones, a golden human skeleton sits upright, although it has lost its skin and flesh, but the runes containing the way of heaven and earth shine on the bones. The aura of the desolation was wrapped around him, although he was only two meters tall, but it gave people a heavy feeling and made people tremble. This person has at least stepped into the realm of immortals before his death, and has the ability to reach the sky.

All objects close to the skeleton were crushed by the desolate aura around the skeleton, protecting the skeleton from being damaged for eternity, but Liu Feng was not affected, and slowly walked to the golden skeleton's side. Stopping, Liu Feng raised his head and quietly "looked" at the golden bones.

Buzz –

Suddenly, the golden skeleton light triumphed, and a purple light rose up from his forehead, and the desolate qi swept away, rolling up thousands of qi waves, and scattering the surrounding bones. Liu Feng stood there quietly, his long withered hair fluttering with air waves.

The aura of desolation wrapped around Liu Feng's corpse and slowly floated, and at this time, the golden bones seemed to be revived. The pitch-black eye hole ignited with a blue ghost fire, and a purple pupil appeared on his forehead, looking at Liu Feng coldly.

Snort!sneer......

One rune after another shone brightly and entered Liu Feng's body. The golden runes fell on Liu Feng's body, his body trembled violently, and puffs of black smoke came out of his body.

......

The land is reckless, and the wind is blowing.

One person is independent of heaven and earth, with thousands of rivers of blood under his feet, millions of floating corpses, and millions of gods and demons around him, calm and calm.

"I admire you for your combat power! Follow my gods and demons and protect your eternal glory!"

"Marshal Ska's beauty is Wu Mou's heart, but Wu is dull and natural. The man shook his head slightly.

"Are you really willing to die for those weak Terrans?! Compared to them, the gods and demons are your family!" Scar looked coldly, "The ants can't stop the dragon's footsteps!"

"Haha-" the man laughed, and his voice shook for nine days, "I was born and grew up in this land. Worthy of the heavens, worthy of the earth!

"Greet the wine and fight the enemy with a sword. I keep my heart, and I will never change!"

Kill –

A sharp sound resounded, and millions of gods and demons fought.

Heaven and earth shook together, and the sun and moon lost their brilliance. Mountains and rivers are broken, and stars are falling.

The battle was dark, and the sun and moon were dark. No one in the world knows the outcome, only one person fought bloodily. The divine blade was broken, the divine armor was shattered, and the martial ghost was like a bloody Shura, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or the enemy's blood.

......

"Kill!"

Tengdi sat up, his eyes glistening bloodshot, and he gasped for air. In the dream, he wields a sharp sword and kills enemies, enemies, endless enemies.

"Where is this?!!"

Standing up, he found himself in the middle of a wood, the wide canopy of trees obscuring the sky and the sun casting dappled shadows.

Click!

"What's it?!!!

Roar –

With a roar, a huge white night-collar bear looked at him fiercely, its sharp fangs rubbing lightly, making a terrible sound.

Run! Run!

Boom! Boom!

His heart trembled violently, and he ran wildly, and the giant bear behind him followed. Thick branches were snapped, claws tearing apart everything that stood in their way.

"What kind of place is this?!"

His mind went blank, and the White Night Collar Bear behind him slowly approached.