Just when the black knife in Song Yifei's hand burst out with the supreme sword intent, thousands of miles away near the ancient city of Xiangyang.

A nameless hill suddenly and silently cracked a dark gap, and streams of evil, treacherous black mist gushed out from it.

As if conscious, these evil and treacherous auras wandered through the air before being projected onto the nearest village.

Soon after, the village was filled with blood, and a heart-rending roar was heard.

The voice is full of evil, tyranny, bloodthirsty, and madness!

......

The spiritual world collapsed, and Song Yifei's consciousness fell into boundless darkness, until a touch of ancient cyan light pulled him out of the darkness.

"Whew!"

Song Yifei suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath, like a drowning man on the verge of death.

"Senior, are you awake?"

A voice of surprise sounded beside Song Yifei.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

Song Yifei looked around and found that he was still in the abandoned Buddhist temple, and Mi Mengjiao was kneeling beside him, looking surprised.

"It's almost a day!"

"Oh!"

"What happened, why did you suddenly fall unconscious?"

Mi Mengjiao asked with palpitations.

"You didn't feel it?"

Song Yifei frowned and asked suspiciously.

"Sensed what?"

Mi Mengjiao was a little puzzled.

Song Yifei sat up straight and looked around again, only to find that there were no traces of knife intent cutting around.

Is it just for me?

Song Yifei thought a little depressed.

"Since you didn't feel it, forget it!

"He woke up during the day, and he ate and slept again! But his spirit is much better than some time ago!"

Speaking of the situation of her younger brother Mi Lindong, Mi Mengjiao was even more happy.

Mi Lindong is almost her lifeline now, and her originally precarious body has finally been cured, and the joy in her heart can be imagined.

"Thank you seniors for saving your two lives!"

Mi Mengjiao couldn't help but thank her again.

"It's just a gesture, and you don't have to thank me!"

Song Yifei shook his head gently, so that Mi Mengjiao didn't have to care too much, he just did it easily to treat the other party, he didn't think about reciprocation, and he didn't show any mercy.

"You go take care of your brother! I'm going to practice for a while!"

"Senpai, is your body okay?"

Mi Mengjiao looked at Song Yifei, who was younger than herself, and she always felt a little awkward when she shouted the two words of her senior.

"Don't worry!"

The moment he woke up, Song Yifei had already sensed the condition of his body, the true qi, dantian, and meridians were all intact, as if everything that happened before he fell unconscious was an illusion.

It is also possible that the sword intent only attacked his spirit, so Song Yifei was a little impatient to go in and out of the spiritual space to take a look.

"That's right, senior, you still have this knife!"

As she spoke, Mi Mengjiao took out the black knife made of a short metal ruler from her arms.

“......”

The moment he saw the knife, Song Yifei couldn't help but shudder. He was really bitten by a snake once, and he was afraid of the well rope for ten years.

In retrospect, he really hated the system.

Knowing that injecting true qi would trigger knife intent, he didn't know to warn him in advance.

He took a deep breath and re-caught the knife.

"This knife belongs to your two brothers and sisters, and I can't take your things for nothing! Wait a minute, you and your brother can discuss it, and you can make a request! As long as it's not too much, I can promise you!"

Song Yifei is not a good person, but he has not fallen into the role of bullying children. This black knife is the key to open the Emperor's Tomb, it is impossible for him to give it up, no matter whether Mi Mengjiao and the two agree or not, they can't change the result.

"This ......"

Faced with the promise given by Song Yifei, Mi Mengjiao was a little embarrassed. After all, Song Yifei saved them, and it felt a bit too much to ask for more, but this promise was too important for them.

"Thank you, seniors, thank you!"

Mi Mengjiao accepted it with a slightly red face, and then turned back to take care of Mi Lindong.

Song Yifei closed his eyes and concentrated, and his consciousness sank back into his mind, checking the situation in the spiritual world.

The white spiritual time, which was originally illusory and ethereal like a fairyland, turned into a pitch black at this time, like a starless night sky. There is only one bluestone ancient mountain, standing in the void, exuding a faint cyan brilliance.

"It seems that I can wake up from my unconscious state, all thanks to this bluestone divine mountain with fist intent and palm intent!"

The consciousness in a state of ethereal is projected into the bluestone sacred mountain. A thick and solid, unwavering artistic conception immediately filled his heart.

"Nothing has changed!huh, this knife?!"

The bluestone sacred mountain gave Song Yifei the same as the original, and there was no change. When his consciousness was detached from it, he inadvertently found that on top of the mountain, I don't know when a bronze ancient knife was inserted.

"The sword intent is also there! What happened at that time?"

Looking at the illusory and transparent sword intent that was also inserted on the bluestone mountain, Song Yifei was puzzled.

At that time, when the sword intent soaked into his mind, he originally wanted to use the sword intent and the bluestone divine mountain to resist, but that sword intent was too powerful, and as soon as he reflected it, the entire spiritual world collapsed, and he didn't know what happened later.

Song Yifei mobilized his sword intent and found that it could still be used normally.

"This bronze knife won't be similar to the sword intent condensation of the Bluestone Divine Mountain, right?"

With the mindset of giving it a try, put your awareness into it.

Mi Mengjiao, who was taking care of Mi Lindong, felt a domineering knife intent emanating from Song Yifei's body, and her body began to tremble unconsciously, and she couldn't help but want to surrender.

"It turns out that the predecessors really practiced the sword technique!"

The knife intent came and went quickly, except for a cold sweat, it didn't do any harm to Mi Mengjiao.

Song Yifei's consciousness left the spiritual world, and when he opened his eyes, they were full of strange colors.

"Except for changing the wallpaper for the spiritual world and adding a powerful sword intent, nothing else seems to have changed!"

At this time, his mood was very complicated, it seemed that not only did he not have any loss, but also a blessing in disguise, directly condensing a powerful sword intent.

"But, I'm always a little uneasy!"

After thinking about it for a while, I really couldn't think of a clue. His current situation, I'm afraid that no one in the entire martial arts world can explain it.

"Forget it, if there are more lice, don't bite!"

The appearance of the Bluestone Divine Mountain has already exceeded Song Yifei's cognition, and now one or two more strange things seem to be no big deal.

In fact, even if he is there, it is useless, but it adds to his psychological burden.

Outside the temple, he caught two hares, a few birds, and a roe deer, and after Song Yifei handled it simply, he roasted it on the fire.

Mi Mengjiao, who had been hungry for almost a day, covered Mi Lindong in her sleep, and then stayed by the bonfire and swallowed saliva.

Now the weather is freezing, and yesterday it rained coldly, even if the bonfire was baked, the whole temple was still in a gloomy and cold state.

Mi Lindong unconsciously curled up together, holding the thin clothes tightly on his body.

Mi Mengjiao, who gave the clothes to Mi Lindong, her face was slightly blue, but she just endured it.

Noticing the situation of the two of them, Song Yifei transformed the true qi of the Northern Darkness into a positive, and his body began to exude a warm breath, like the rejuvenation of the earth, and the warmth was melting.

When the meat was almost roasted, Song Yifei groped around his body, and then looked at Mi Mengjiao, whose face had recovered.

"Do you have any salt with you?"