Evening.

The sun is setting.

A young man rode a white horse slowly from the other side of the muddy mountain road.

The empty mountain road, from a distance, looks like he is alone, it seems to be a little lonely, but also a little poetic.

The horse's hooves clattered into a village.

The village is not big or small, and the buildings are a little dilapidated.

Standing on the side of the road, all the people were looking out, and there were no children in sight.

In the middle of the village.

There is an inn.

There was a human head hanging from the door of the inn.

It was dripping with blackened and sticky blood.

The old man on the side of the street turned a blind eye to this.

Their expressions were empty and dazed.

There is also a slight sense of decay.

There was almost no flesh on his face, and his tight skin wrapped around his bones, like a dried corpse.

That empty gaze fell on the person's body, and it made people's scalp tingle.

The young man on the white horse didn't care about the eyes of the old people.

He squinted at the inn in the middle of the village.

In his eyes, there were countless dark red and black silk threads around the inn.

Every silk thread has infinite killing opportunities.

If you just walk to the inn without hesitation, I'm afraid that before you arrive, you will already be cut into countless pieces.

It's not so much an inn.

It's better to say that it is an unknown existence, entrenched brood.

The youth dismounted.

He reached out and patted the horse on the neck.

The horse snorted very spiritually, turned and ran to and fro.

Halfway through, an old man with a scythe struck out from the side of the road.

The edge of the scythe slammed down on the horse's neck.

But I only listened to the sound of "ding".

A strong force struck.

The scythe in the old man's hand couldn't hold it, and he suddenly let go.

At the same time as the scythe fell downward, the old man's whole body also flew backwards.

He planted his head in the haystack at the back.

The horse seemed to have no idea of the old man's attack.

But the animal's instinct still makes the horse can't help but speed up.

In the blink of an eye, I fled this strange village.

The young man seemed to have encountered something funny, and couldn't help but smile.

Unhurriedly, he walked to the edge of the haystack.

The voice was indifferent, "Are you planning to come out on your own?" Or do you want me to fork you out? ”

The haystack shook visibly.

The old man, with a head of grass clippings and a gloomy face, crawled out of the haystack.

"Outlander, you shouldn't come here."

When the old man saw the young man's smiling face, he couldn't help but shudder and stepped back.

One stumbled and almost retreated into the haystack again.

Probably feeling a little embarrassed like this, the old man gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

"I shouldn't have come, so what about you?" The young man was not angry and asked rhetorically.

The old man sneered, "Joke, I was originally the village chief of Xixin Village, shouldn't I be here?" Where should I be? ”

The corners of the young man's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help complaining, maybe it should be under the car?

He clenched his fists and coughed lightly, "If you are the village chief, the village has become like this, do you know what's going on?" ”

The old man rolled his eyes, "Hell, I'm just an ordinary old man, how do I know why the village has become like this, you ask me, who do I ask?" ”

Between the words, there is a lot of resentment.

The young man was silent, the village became like this, eating and drinking were problems, and the old man was also very guilty.

It's normal to have grievances, but it's not normal to have no grievances.

The youth turned his head.

Looking at the side of the street, there were other old people like puppets.

"So what's going on with them? Why are you okay again? ”

When the old man heard this, he was extremely irritable, "Get out!" Get lost! Get lost! What are you asking? You think I'm going to ...... Ga? ”

Facing the long sword that the young man drew out of nowhere, the old man, who was pressed against his throat by the blade, suddenly changed his tone, and his voice became sharp and thin.

He looked at the young man in embarrassment, his face flattering, "Maybe...... You can say that, you see? ”

In addition to being afraid, the old man was still a little dazed.

The young man obviously didn't carry a long sword on his back.

Where did this sword come from?

The sharp aura emitted by the sword body not only made his hair stand on end, but also had the illusion that he would be cut in half at any time.

This sword is extraordinary.

The youth let go.

Then the old man saw an incredible scene.

The long sword under his jaw began to split silently, turning into countless dense, slender and long debris, and gradually disappeared.

Maybe not disappearing.

It's just that those debris are too fine, and if you turn the angle slightly, it will naturally reach the blind spot of the human eye, and then give people a strange sense of disappearance.

The old man doesn't understand this.

In his eyes, the sword shattered.

One doesn't breathe, and then disappears without a trace.

It's like a juggler.

I couldn't help but be shocked.

His breathing was a little heavy, and his body was a little shaky, as if he was afraid, and as if he was excited.

I wanted to kneel down and kowtow directly, but I was resisted by an invisible force and couldn't move at all.

"Don't kneel and answer my question." The young man's eyes were as cold as ever.

"If your answer satisfies me, perhaps I can promise you some trivial things."

"Yes, sir."

The old man's voice trembled visibly.

He said his name, and then he said all kinds of strange things that had happened recently.

Anything he could think of, he said.

The old man's name is An Baolai, and he is an ordinary villager in Xixin Village.

But since Jingming Temple was closed by the government more than ten years ago, people have often disappeared from this side of Xixin Village.

After five or six years, there were no more young people in the village, and most of them had left the village.

The original village chief left early.

There was only a group of old men and women left in Xixin Village, and An Baolai became the village chief at this time.

As he spoke, An Baolai reached out and slowly pulled away the greasy and shiny clothes wrapped around his body.

On his body, which looked like dead wood, in the middle of his chest, a dark red transparent crystal the size of a grain of rice was embedded in it.

"My lord, I don't know exactly how it happened."

"I just remember five years ago, the day I came back from the mountain, there was a sudden loud noise at the inn."

"Something seems to be shooting out of the inn."

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the crystal on his chest, "This thing came out of nowhere after that day." ”

The young man bowed his head slightly.

I saw that around the dark red transparent crystal, there seemed to be a dark shadow spreading.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

An Baolai only felt that the young man's eyes seemed to light up.

I can't help but have a strange feeling that I have been seen through inside and out.

The young man sighed slightly.

In his eyes, that crystal was like a seed.

Only a little bit is exposed on the surface.

Hidden underneath it is the rhizomes of the human body.

But even so, such crystals still give him a very familiar sense of immediacy.

His eyes darkened slightly, "How many people in this village can stay awake like you?" ”

An Baolai shook his head with a wry smile and said nothing.

"Can you get out of here, then?" The youth asked again.

An Baolai continued to shake his head, "No, my lord, as long as I leave the village three miles away, there will be a faint pain in my chest, as if it will burst at any time." ”

"I'm too timid, old man, to keep going."

The young man nodded, "It seems that although you have become an adaptor, your life has also been controlled by others." ”

"Adaptor?" An Baolai was at a loss.

The young man didn't hide it, pointing to the crystal on his chest and said, "If I'm not mistaken, this thing on your chest should be the crumbs of a divine soldier." ”

"Divine soldier, you should know, right?"

An Baolai nodded again and again, paused halfway, and mechanically looked down at the crystal on his chest.

"My lord, you're not joking, are you? How could this have something to do with the Divine Soldiers? ”

"Little old man is just lucky."

There are many legends about various divine weapons in this world.

Ordinary people may not know what the Nine Sects are, but they definitely know about the Divine Soldiers.

Of course, the knowledge here is limited to legends and furs.

"Whether you believe it or not, your body has adapted to the detritus of the gods."

"I'll just ask you, everyone else in the village is confused, only you are the only one who stays awake, and even stretches out your hand to make a move, do you think...... Is this just luck? ”

"Do you believe it?" The young man and An Baolai looked at each other.

An Baolai actually didn't understand well.

But he still understands the general meaning.

It was because he had adapted to what [Divine Soldier Crumbs] he was able to stay awake and not be stupid.

To say that it was just luck is not even believed by himself.

So...... Is it really a divine soldier?

Just when he was in a trance, the young man said, "You don't have to be too surprised. ”

"The Divine Soldier is not as mysterious as you think."

"In a sense, the gods are everywhere."

"I didn't know much about it."

The young man seemed to sigh and looked up at the sky.

At this time, the sun had set, the sky was getting dark, and the clouds in the sky seemed to be stained with a layer of lead, and it looked very heavy.

The young man is naturally Li Boyang.

It's strange to say, not long after he left Wuyue Sect, he met Xiao Fan again in Jinliu City.

Xiao Fan was already the senior brother of the Liuyun Sect at this time, and if nothing else, he had already entered the realm of hell.

He probably wanted to teach Li Boyang a lesson, so as to show his anger back then, but he was beaten up again by Li Boyang.

Fortunately, before they do it, they are concerned about the various effects.

Therefore, this battle, except for the two of them, is not known to others, and it is quite secretive.

The two of them didn't know each other, and they talked a lot after that.

Xiao Fan was very curious about why Li Boyang could do it so quickly, and asked him how to do it.

Li Boyang knew everything, and directly related the sword intent, the sword shape source qi, the power of my will, etc., and said it all.

But it's all about ideas and the like, and there is not a word about how to do it.

Xiao Fan was not surprised, Li Boyang's willingness to say these concepts had already made him overjoyed, where could he ask for more.

So when Li Boyang asked him about the divine soldiers, he was not stingy and told him everything he knew.

Speaking of Xingtou, he even said that he had his own guesses about the divine soldiers.

This speculation was said, but it shocked Li Boyang's heart.

Some are unbelievable.

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