A long avenue with no end in sight, the yellow sand covers the sky above, the wind gusts, blowing in the ears, like a ghost crying, on both sides of the avenue, growing extremely gorgeous flowers, like a bright red sea.

The flowers have a rich aroma that is refreshing at first, but with a few bites, it becomes disgusting and can almost spit out all the overnight meal.

Two figures gradually appeared on this avenue, and one in front of him, his face was pale, his movements were stiff, his clothes had been weathered and broken, and he was holding a rusty broken sword, walking slowly forward.

There is a person in the back, dressed in a dark robe, with a delicate face and a slender figure, except for a head full of white hair, which looks extremely abrupt in this desolate picture.

This person is Liu Xunxiang who followed the envoy of the Fog Hidden Sect after dripping blood to open the jade.

Last night, when the wind broke down, he saw the legendary messenger of fog, who was walking in front of him at the moment, and Liu Xunxiang felt that this person was a little weird, so he used his spiritual sense to observe it carefully.

It turned out that although the person in front of him had an intact body, he had no life in his body, and his aura was completely dissipated, not like a puppet, but more like a person who had just died.

Under the weirdness, Liu Xunxiang resisted the idea of making a tentative move, and the messenger saw that Liu Xunxiang saw him, turned around and walked out, Liu Xunxiang hesitated, and followed out of the hall.

As a result, as soon as he stepped out of the main hall door, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, and it became the long yellow sand road in front of him now, along the way, he was always a few steps behind, staring at the person in front of him with his eyes.

"Look at the costumes, this messenger is probably the disciple of the Fog Hidden Sect back then, but this person has been dead for many years, why can he still be incorruptible, move freely, and appear in front of his main hall beyond the magic circle of the Golden Spirit Sect, is it not this Fog Hidden Sect, he was not dead back then, and there are still descendants who can't stay. Liu Xunxiang's eyes narrowed slightly, and she said secretly in her heart.

The road was silent, and I don't know how long I walked, in front of the avenue, a coffin was placed, the black paint outside the coffin was light, there was no trace of falling off around, the year was definitely not long, not a thousand years ago.

But if it was done in recent years, who did it, and who put it on this deserted yellow sand road.

Liu Xunxiang stopped, not moving forward, and the messenger in front seemed to notice that the people who were following behind did not continue walking, and also stopped, turned around awkwardly, and stared at Liu Xunxiang with a pair of black eyes.

Liu Xunxiang's brows furrowed even tighter, from last night to now, he didn't see the front of this person clearly, but now he looks at it, but this person has had his eyes gouged out before his death.

The aura in the body suddenly surged, condensing the whole body, and the gray mist in his eyes rolled, like a thunderbolt that destroyed the world, Liu Xunxiang said tentatively: "Messenger, but is there something?"

The messenger didn't answer, as if he couldn't hear him at all, and began to move his steps, slowly walking towards Liu Xunxiang, who felt that things were strange, and felt a chill down her spine, and slowly stepped back, trying to communicate with the messenger.

"Messenger, but you want me to enter this coffin?"

The messenger was still in shape, and continued to move forward, Liu Xunxiang's eyes flashed with anger, and the gray mist rolled in his eyes, and suddenly exploded.

A strange fluctuation instantly enveloped the mist hidden messenger, and the gray mist spiritual sense rushed into his sea of consciousness, but he was stunned, this person's sea of consciousness was exhausted, there was nothing, and the gray mist spiritual sense had nothing to break, and he pounced on it.

Liu Xunxiang was shocked in his heart, why is this person still conscious when the sea of knowledge is exhausted.

According to common sense, the knowledge of the sea is the source of support for people's action and thinking, even if it is a mortal, there is also a knowledge of the sea, but compared to the monk, there is no spiritual cultivation, but the sea of knowledge is exhausted, which means that this person has been unable to think at all, and has long lost the most basic reaction.

But just now, Liu Xunxiang stopped, and this person immediately noticed it and turned around, which did not conform to Liu Xunxiang's cognition at all.

The body of the messenger holding the rusty broken sword still didn't stop, step by step, getting closer and closer to Liu Xunxiang.

Liu Xunxiang's heart was horizontal, the aura in his body suddenly exploded, his right foot was pulled back, his five fingers were clenched into a fist, and the aura suddenly condensed into his right fist, and the killing intent burst out all over his body, and he looked at the messenger who came and shouted: "Forget your life fist!"

A punch was struck, the aura condensed but not dispersed, and the killing intent surrounded it, with the sacrifice of life and death, and the momentum of moving forward went straight to the broken sword messenger.

And the intention has always been, a thousand miles to kill!

The majestic fist intent condensed and formed in the air, and it was instantaneous.

The fog messenger did not hide at all, on the side of his right hand, the broken sword rose, and the yellow sand in the sky suddenly turned into a yellow dragon and wrapped around the sword body, and the petals on both sides fell off one after another, mixing with the yellow dragon, like the scales on the yellow dragon, the broken sword vibrate, the sound was like a dragon's roar, and for a while, the color of the sky and the earth changed.

The sword fell, and the yellow dragon left the sword, colliding with the forgetful fist intent, and the lifeless fist intent that had been beaten by the heavenly dao trembling, but this yellow dragon did not dissipate, and after breaking the fist intent, the eyes continued to go straight to Liu Xunxiang to attack.

Liu Xunxiang's body retreated violently, and after stabilizing her figure, she slammed her fists into the ground and shouted: "Break the river!"

Two majestic qi rushed out from the ground, all the way forward, at the intersection just met the yellow dragon dragon head, the energy rushed out from the ground, breaking through the dragon head, the yellow dragon let out an unwilling roar, the dragon head exploded, but the huge dragon body that lost the dragon head still crashed into Liu Xunxiang.

Liu Xunxiang closed his eyes tightly, and a strong wind blew through the yellow sand, blowing his white hair like a group of demons, and his clothes were blowing the sound of hunting.

After the dragon's body, Liu Xunxiang opened his eyes and saw that the fog messenger stopped five steps away from him, and a pair of empty eyes were facing him.

"Sword intent?" Liu Xunxiang asked subconsciously.

When he was in Daqin, he knew that sword cultivation was divided into sword cultivation of the Tao and sword cultivation of art, but no matter what kind of cultivation it was, it was earth-shattering and weeping ghosts and gods.

Among them, the sword cultivation of art, Nangong Liuyun, the eleventh son of Nangong City at that time, was regarded as the strongest one in the sword cultivation of art he encountered, and the seven swords invited you to die.

As for the Dao Sword Cultivator, so far, although Liu Xunxiang has encountered a lot and killed a lot, he has not yet met a single one who has mastered the sword intent, and today, he has seen the sword intent in this Death Cultivator, who has been dead for thousands of years.

Fortunately, this sword intent, after the passage of time, has dispersed a lot, only the dragon head remains, otherwise just one blow, although the dragon head is broken, I am afraid that I will still be injured.

"The heirs of the Qing Ruins Sutra..."

The obscure and strange intonation came out of the mouth of the dead cultivator, the voice was very strange, and every word was said very stiffly, like the pronunciation of a childish child who had just learned to speak, which made people listen awkwardly, but it was real and clear.

Liu Xunxiang's eyes were suddenly shocked, this dead cultivator, can still speak!!

Forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart, Liu Xunxiang only felt a slight coolness on his body, this dead cultivator in front of him not only could speak and be conscious, but judging from the movements when he swung his sword just now, he was not as stiff and clumsy as walking.

This shows that this person's body is not stiff, so what kind of force is supporting him?

Liu Xunxiang now finally realized what Nangong Yixuan said to him, this kind of thing, if you are a monk who is a little less courageous, you will not be scared crazy or scared to death, and there is indeed no other result.

But what shocked Liu Xunxiang the most was this dead cultivation and telling his own exercises. At that time in Nangong City, a shop owner named "Wuji Pavilion of All Things" gave himself a jade slip, saying that it was one of the three great scriptures of ancient times, but the world had long been ignorant.

"Senior... Looking for incense in the lower willows, getting Yin Jue, checking the ancient books and learning about the secret of the Fog Hidden Sect, opened the jade jue under curiosity, attracting the seniors, I don't know if it is a taboo for the seniors?" Liu Xunxiang's mind was spinning rapidly, trying to communicate with this dead cultivator.

He couldn't see anything in his dark eyes, but Liu Xunxiang could still clearly feel that he was staring at himself.

"The edict, the extreme of the ancients, the living people sacrifice to the sky, seal the heavens and prisoners, and all living beings need to cross the immeasurable calamity, such as the abyss and prison, and it is regarded as supreme enlightenment. ”

Liu Xunxiang was stunned for a moment, a little didn't understand what this dead cultivator said, he held his breath and stared at this dead cultivator, and didn't dare to answer.

After this dead cultivator said this, his body became stiff again, and he slowly turned around, only this time, he was not as dead as before, but kept repeating the words he had just said in his mouth.

Liu Xunxiang looked at his back, and read softly in his mouth: "The edict is extremely ancient...... Regarded as supreme enlightenment. ”

After reading, he was vigilant all over, always paying attention to his surroundings, but he didn't find anything abnormal, and after waiting for a while to make sure that there was really no danger, he slowly followed.

And the death cultivator of the Fog Hidden Sect had already walked to the dark coffin, Liu Xunxiang looked vigilant and did not step forward.

Death Xiu stretched out his hand and carefully stroked the lid of the coffin, that action, it was like stroking his lover's face, Liu Xunxiang frowned, since he opened the jade jue with blood, the things he encountered were more and more weird, which made him feel a little uneasy in his heart, this fog hidden sect, there are too many doubts.

After pondering for a moment, Liu Xunxiang looked at the dead cultivator who was touching the lid of the coffin, and asked, "Senior, I want to ask, the edict, the ancient extreme... Regarded as supreme enlightenment, what do you mean by this?"

Dead Xiu's body was shocked, and the hand that was touching the lid of the coffin suddenly stopped, and then his body took two steps back, Liu Xunxiang saw this, and noticed that something was wrong, and his body suddenly retreated.

I saw that this dead cultivator suddenly held his head in his hands, his face was distorted, and he seemed to be extremely painful, but he still shouted loudly in his mouth: "Imperial edict, the extreme of the ancients, the living sacrifice to the heavens, the sealing of the heavens and the prison path, all living beings need to cross the immeasurable calamity...... Regarded as supreme enlightenment. ”

"The edict, the ancient extreme, the living sacrifice to the heavens... Regarded as supreme enlightenment. ”

"Edict, Ancient Extreme..."

Over and over again, the dead cultivator looked like a madman, and began to hit the heavy coffin with his head, shouting loudly as he did so.

Liu Xunxiang looked at this scene, only feeling dizzy, as if someone was saying the same thing to herself, over and over again, word for word.

This voice was like a spell, even if he covered his ears, he was still pierced by this voice, and it seemed that this sentence was repeated everywhere in the entire Huangsha Road.

"Roar!!

Liu Xunxiang pounced, knelt on her knees, and roared to the sky, and with this roar, the strange sea of flowers on both sides suddenly exploded.

After the roar, Liu Xunxiang also lost the strength of his whole body, his hands hung down on his knees, his hair was scattered, his head was lowered, and he knelt on the yellow sand road like this.

The yellow sand road was dead and silent again, only occasionally there was a whisper, which disappeared with the wind in the yellow sand.

I don't know how long it took, Liu Xunxiang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were scattered, his expression was numb, and the corners of his mouth covered by messy white hair showed a strange smile, and he said slowly: "Edict, the ancient extreme, the living people sacrifice to the sky, seal the heavens and prisoners, all living beings need to cross the immeasurable calamity, like an abyss like a prison, enshrined as... Supreme awareness. ”