The black armor was suspended in the air, and it didn't see any movement, it began to slowly melt like a heated wax block, dripping into the air, and causing a circle of ripples on Youlan Mu's chest, and the dark strange liquid continued to melt into Youlan Mu's body, and at the same time, a faint black light gradually appeared on the surface of his body.

When all the black armor melted into Youlan Mu's body, the surface of Youlan Mu's body erupted with a dazzling bright light in vain, and then dimmed again.

Youlan Mu, who was in his sleep, suddenly shivered coldly, he got up blankly, saw that the doors and windows were locked, yawned and lay back on the bed.

That night, Youlan Mu had a long, long dream, dreaming that he was in a world of blood and fire.

On the crimson hillside in the distance, a red-haired man stood with a knife, staring into the distance against the hot wind.

He was dressed in hideous black armor, and there were thick spikes on his shoulders, one of which had a bloodied skull running through it. His feet were littered with corpses, both human and unnamed. The mountains of corpses were intertwined, and countless broken limbs overlapped each other, building a mountain of corpses under his feet.

This is a tragic battlefield, and this man stands in the center of this battlefield, standing in the most conspicuous and dangerous place.

Now there is another person behind this man, Youlan Mu.

You Lanmu didn't know why he was there, but he felt that he should be standing there, standing at the front of the battlefield.

Suddenly, at the junction of heaven and earth in the distance, sword light rose to the sky, surging in all directions like a tide, forming a siege. Behind him, a decomposing corpse crawled out of the pile of corpses and lined up in a long line.

The torn blood-colored dragon banner hunted in the high spirit of war, and the rumbling of war drums echoed once again in this devastated land.

Is there going to be a war? Youlan Mu's heart was beating faster and faster, but looking at the generous back of the red-haired man in front of him, his anxious heart gradually calmed down, and it seemed that as long as there was this person in front of him, everything would no longer be terrible.

The red-haired man's body seemed to move slightly, and then stood there silently.

A gust of hot wind blew, and the red-haired man's body instantly turned into countless fine dust, which disappeared with the wind, leaving only a dark black long knife, stuck at the top of the corpse mountain.

The sudden change pushed the stunned Youlan Mu to the forefront of the battlefield, and the sword light surged all around, and the situation of death made his face change greatly, and there was only one choice in front of him, that is, kill!

To kill it is to live, and to kill it is to die.

Youlan Mu didn't know why he had such a dream, in the face of the situation of the enemy in the world, an irrepressible killing intent surged in his heart, it was unwilling to fate, it was anger at a desperate situation, and there seemed to be some other emotions, but they were no longer important, and only the dark long knife was left in his eyes.

This knife is as dark as jade, overflowing with cold, and the handle and blade fit perfectly, as if they were one piece. If you look closely at the hilt, it is embossed with a tight dragon scale pattern, and its length is more than enough for both hands to grasp.

Youlan Mu stepped forward involuntarily and reached out to hold the black knife left by the red-haired man. At that moment, he seemed to have become the soul of the sword, the supreme of the sword, and his body and even his soul were resonating with the sword. Then he pulled out his long knife in an impassioned shout, slashed against the sky, and swung out a sharp sword light that pierced through the heavens and the earth, and struck at the ten thousand sword qi head-on.

In an instant, a dazzling light engulfed the entire mountaintop......

Youlan Mu suddenly woke up from the dream, sweating profusely, her face was slightly pale, and her chest rose and fell violently, as if she had not woken up from her previous dream. When he regained his spirits a little, he saw the familiar room and exhaled lightly.

"It turned out to be a dream..."Youlan Mu muttered to himself, with a slight regret on his face, although the dream was scattered and people woke up, but the last moment of the dream that dominated the world still made Youlan Mu a little difficult to let go.

"It's a bad body, the bones are slender, the muscles are weak, and the meridians are as thin as noodles, do you dare to be a little worse?" Suddenly, a deep voice exploded in his ears, startling Youlan Mu suddenly jumped up from the bed, he scanned every corner of the room back and forth, but did not see a single figure.

"Don't look for it, unless you reach the Yuan Infant Stage, don't even think about finding me even if you look for 10,000 years." The abrupt voice rang out again.

"Junior Li Mu, I don't know what the seniors are visiting late at night?" Youlan Mu took a deep breath and asked respectfully. He was originally a smart person, and the other party was able to talk to him so closely without being discovered, which was obviously not an ordinary person.

"It's nothing, seeing that your qualifications are too poor, I'm a little disappointed, and I can't help but want to help you improve your strength."

Boost your strength? There is such a cheap thing, Youlan Mu doesn't believe that there is a free lunch in the world, the other party must have a purpose, and asked at the moment, "I don't know where the predecessor is, can he show up?" ”

"It's too much trouble to go out, so you might as well come in."

In? Before Youlan Mu could react, his eyes went dark, and his mind felt dizzy, and when he regained his senses, there was a burning world everywhere he looked.

Above the heavenly dome, the clouds of fire rolled endlessly, and the deep trenches and cracks under the earth crisscrossed the ground, and occasionally scorching earth fire erupted from the cracks, bringing up a fiery red arc. There were no green leaves, no trickling streams, only scorched earth and fire intertwined with red and black, and even the air was filled with a strong smell of sulfur.

Where he had been, how could he look at the apocalyptic scene, and it was so similar to the environment he had dreamed of in his dreams.

"I'm here." Suddenly a voice sounded behind him.

Youlan Mu looked back in amazement, and saw a big man in black standing behind him at some point, so shocked that he immediately took two steps back, staring at each other with a wary expression.

It was a rugged man, with knife-like cheeks, a dark complexion, a short unkempt beard full of masculinity, and a cross-shaped scar on the left side of his face, which made this resolute face look a little more murderous.

"My name is Pojun, little one, what's your name?" The middle-aged man grinned, revealing a row of snow-white teeth, but the smile was a bit like the expression of a lion when it saw its prey.

"Junior Li Mu." Youlan Mu took a step back without leaving a trace, the strange world and strange people made him feel vigilant.

"Senior, what kind of place is this?" Staying here, Youlan Mu has a strange and intimate feeling, indescribably weird.

"Don't talk about a senior, I don't like to hear it, here is your knowledge." Po Jun said dissatisfiedly with a wave of his hand.

Knowing the sea? How could his sea of knowledge be a post-apocalyptic scene.

"Uncle Broken Army, what the hell is going on." Youlan Mu asked.

"Uncle? Am I that old, I'm only over 2,600 years old this year, and I'm still in good spirits. Po Jun rubbed his rough chin and said.

Youlan Mu secretly scolded the old monster in his heart, and changed his words, "Brother Broken Army." ”

"I'm the third in line."

"Third brother." Youlan Mu changed his words again.

"Good boy, really clever enough." Po Jun smiled and patted Youlan Mu's shoulder.

Youlan Mu dodged to the left, but Po Jun's thick palm was still firmly slapped on Youlan Mu's left shoulder, and the huge palm force pressed Youlan Mu's body sank, and he was almost slapped to the ground by the other party's palm.

You Lanmu rubbed his aching shoulders and looked at the dark-skinned man in front of him called Pojun again, and immediately had a clear understanding of the difference in strength between the two.

"Third brother, what did you come to my sea of knowledge in the middle of the night?" Youlan Mu asked cautiously, thinking hard about what to do.

"It's nothing, I don't want your money, I don't want your life, I just want you to help me send someone back to his hometown, that place is a bit dangerous, as a reward I can help you improve your strength."

The corners of Youlan Mu's eyebrows were slightly raised, a little dangerous? Even a place that an old monster who had lived for more than 2,600 years felt dangerous, he felt that it was better not to go.

"My qualifications are very poor, I'm afraid I won't be able to get to the place you said even if I practice for a lifetime. You better change someone, I heard that there are many geniuses among the inner disciples, maybe there are some you are satisfied with. Youlan Mu suggested with a serious face, as the saying goes, dead friends don't die poor, and it's the right way to send this old monster away.

"You're useless in saying that, aren't you......" Pojun dragged a long tail note, revealing a kind of indifference to human life in his voice.

Youlan Mu saw sweat on his forehead, and his thoughts turned sharply, thinking about how to coax the other party away.

Without saying a word, the black light flashed in his right hand, and a thick black knife appeared in his hand.

At the moment of seeing the black knife, Youlan Mu's expression froze, this knife seemed to have appeared in its dream, and when he looked closely, the appearance of the two knives was exactly the same, and there was an indescribable sense of intimacy.

"I hate long-winded people the most, give a happy word, do you agree or not." Po Jun put the knife directly on Youlan Mu's neck, and his words were full of bandits.

At the moment when the long knife was close to his skin, a thin layer of frost spread down Youlan Mu's skin, weaving a snow-white crystal ice flower on his neck, and he shivered with cold.

It seems that there is a cold qi in the body that is scurrying around in the internal organs, and Youlan Mu wants to use the spiritual power to expel the cold qi from the body, but how do you know that the spiritual power stopped at the moment of encountering the cold qi and lost contact with him, and then his entire left half of his body lost consciousness, and even his consciousness seemed to be half a beat slower.

"I'm going... Go. Youlan Mu shook his teeth and spit out two words heavily, and a faint frost began to crawl down his neck and up his cheeks, as if the blood in his body was about to freeze.

Pojun laughed, laughing so boldly, and so hateful. He slowly put back the long knife that exuded cold air, and at this time, Youlan Mu had been frozen into an ice sculpture.

Po Jun's rough palm stroked the blade of the knife, as if caressing a woman's face, "Old man, he can't even resist the aura you exude, do you still want to choose him......"