She's dead.

She remembered everything as the black lines of the death sword intent enveloped her, and at the same time, in her mind, a voice calling herself a mountain mare.

The Nightmare melted into her soul, and by changing her memory, she wanted her to unknowingly take him out of this secret realm, but her death had nothing to do with the Nightmare, or rather, she also wanted to thank him for giving her a chance to take revenge with her own hands.

A few days ago, before meeting Su Li and the others, Xia Rou and the five senior brothers and sisters, in order to try their luck, chose to go to the small lake in the center of the Purple Bamboo Forest to find the legendary Purple Emperor Bamboo.

Purple Emperor Bamboo, a spiritual thing that can only evolve after tens of millions of years of growth, Thunder Genus, born in the shape of a sword, can store a large amount of thunder spiritual power in it, even if the immortal cultivator does not have a thunder spirit root, he can also control the thunder and lightning through it, whether it is fighting or fighting against the Thunder Tribulation, it has a strong effect, and it is the favorite choice of most swords when cultivating the spirit sword, so as long as they can find a Purple Emperor Bamboo, they may not have to worry about the resources they use for cultivation in the future.

However, like most immortal cultivators who were lucky, they also found nothing, and after searching for three days without results, they had no choice but to give up.

After that, several people sat around the small lake, and discussed waiting for the dawn to go somewhere else to continue looking for the elixir, but that night, the mutation suddenly occurred.

The originally calm surface of the lake suddenly became turbulent, and then a man in black rushed out from the bottom of the lake, and just by looking at his face, he seriously injured Senior Brother Lu, who had cultivated the highest level, with one palm, and then before they could react, a red talisman was thrown in front of them by the man in black.

Blood Charm!

The red blood mist spread in an instant, and only Xia Rou was not contaminated because she was far away, and then ......

Looking back now, Xia Rou still felt that her heart was twitching, just a blood talisman made the five senior brothers and sisters of the eighth layer of qi refining die of exhaustion in the cannibalism, she wanted to stop it, but they pierced her stomach with a sword in her hand, and she of the seventh layer of qi refining couldn't even intervene in their unconscious fight, she could only watch, cry, and shout weakly from a distance.

Demon Cultivator ......

Xia Rou really wanted to ask, why are there always good people who don't live long, parents are, masters are, and several brothers and sisters are too.

After the few people who were hit by the Violent Blood Talisman gradually lost their breath, the man in black who had been hiding walked back again, and he looked at Xia Rou who was leaning against the tree due to a serious abdominal injury with great interest, and then slashed it away.

Xia Rou used the spirit sword to support the ground, barely dodging the knife, but her left wrist was easily cut off, and then, the man in black was not in a hurry, he slowly withdrew the knife, smiled contemptuously, and said: "It seems that my knife hasn't rusted yet, but it's been thirty years, and you people from the Xuanling Sect are still so incompetent, you can't resist a violent blood talisman." ”

"Are you...... Demon cultivators? Xia Rou looked up at him, wrapped her wound with spiritual power, leaned her back against the tree, and barely raised the spirit sword with her right hand, assuming a defensive posture.

"What is positive and what is demonic?" The man in black walked towards Xia Rou gently, and at the same time, the spiritual power of the twelfth layer of Qi refining burst out, with some strange aura, exuding a coercion like essence to envelop Xia Rou, making it difficult for her already seriously injured body to even move.

Then he raised his hand, stretched out a finger and pointed at Xia Rou, laughed and said, "Don't care, I just think this sentence is more handsome, and it doesn't mean anything else, after all, as a demon cultivator, of course I know what a demon is, hahaha!" ”

The man in black laughed maniacally, and poked his finger at Xia Rou heavily, and then poked her entire right eye.

The pain that made the soul tremble spread, Xia Rou roared, and the spiritual power condensed in the dantian was chaotic, but it was also under the stimulation of this pain that Xia Rou miraculously broke free from the coercion of the man in black, and then, she gritted her teeth and raised her hand, poured out the spiritual power in the dantian, and slashed at the man in black with a sword.

With a pop, blood spread, but unfortunately it wasn't the man in black.

Xia Rou's sword was cut into the air, on the other hand, the man in black was like a mouse, slashing at Xia Rou one by one, Xia Rou wanted to escape, but her right leg was cut off by a knife, and then her whole person was kicked to the ground by the man in black, she was not dead, not because of her strength, but because the man in black didn't want to lose her fun so quickly.

So what is death? Xia Rou, who was lying on the ground at the time, was thinking about this question, and now Xia Rou, who is looking at the sky, is still thinking about this question, she can't find the answer, so she can't let go, maybe this is the so-called obsession?

She was born in a fairly wealthy family, her father is a well-known good person, willing to give, build bridges and pave the way, as long as he can, he can help, but when Xia Rou was nine years old, a small wind and cold easily took his life, and then only a year, his mother also died in a hurry due to grief and overwork.

Fortunately, the younger brother is angry, and he has been both civil and military since he was a child, although he is not very old, it is not a problem to keep the foundation of the Xia family.

However, the good times didn't last long, when she was twelve years old, a demon cultivator descended on Beilan City, and the cuffs were spread, and a thick blood mist shrouded nearly half of the people in Beilan City, and her younger brother struggled to push her away, and she was engulfed in blood mist, and when she reacted, the demon cultivator flew away, the blood mist disappeared, and the people in the blood mist were naturally gone, including her younger brother.

She didn't quite remember how she had come over in those days, and when she was conscious again, what caught her eyes was Master's face that had been a little vicissitudes.

The master found her in the dead and silent Beilan City, used magic for her to confirm the news that her brother was still alive, healed her, measured her spiritual roots, took her to rebuild Beilan City, and finally took her into the immortal cultivation world.

However, such a kind master was scattered under the thunderstorm, just because when he was young, he witnessed the demon cultivator killing people and he didn't save him in time, so he lacked Dao heart, heh! There is a lack of Dao heart! Heaven is unfair!

Alas...... So what is death? Come to an end? Annihilation? Home? Or to get started?

Xia Rou never believed in fate, but she had no choice but to compromise under the tricks of fate again and again, when the knife of the man in black slashed at her head, a black flame suddenly ignited in her heart, and then turned into black lines and climbed her spirit sword, and then, Xia Rou's wrist moved slightly, and the spirit sword all over the black lines automatically flew up, and in the surprised gaze of the man in black, his knife was cut into two pieces.

"Sword intent?" The man in black screamed, but after seeing Xia Rou lying half-dead on the ground again, he let out a sneer, no matter how strong the sword intent is, the person driving the sword intent can't even hold the sword.

He threw the broken knife in his hand, and the dark red spiritual power on his palm quickly gathered, hitting Xia Rou's chest hard, and then grabbed the palm of his hand, pulling out Xia Rou's heart.

At this moment, a large amount of black mist rose from the lake, which spread to all sides in an instant, submerging Xia Rou and the man in black.

Before Xia Rou's consciousness dissipated, she only vaguely saw a black shadow of a humanoid, looking at the black flame in her chest with a faint gaze.