The twilight on the horizon of the forehead was white, and the glimmer of the early morning shone on Wang Yan through the gap.

Wang Yan woke up from his sleep, looking at Chu Er who was still asleep on the side, he still felt that all this was still so illusory, and he gradually understood that he himself would be the game-breaker in this predicament, only he came here with his memory.

For this village, he has a vague and familiar feeling of the people in these villages, as if the memories of his past life still exist in his mind, and he will always think of something when he sees something, he likes to get along with these people, and feels that there is a special sense of comfort.

The more he felt this way, the more scared he felt, and when that day these subtle feelings would make him want to live here all the time, and Chu'er didn't know that this was a dilemma, so he naturally wouldn't think of leaving here. If he also falls, then they will really be born and sick here like mortals.

He understood why Priest Chengyu would say that no one could leave this place for thousands of years, not because there was much danger in the forbidden place, but because these people who came in would lose their memories here, and regard this place as a real home, if they couldn't wake up, they would really die of old age in this predicament, and he was the only one who came here with his memory, he was the accident.

Wang Yan crept up from the bed, did not wake up Chu'er in his sleep, quietly walked out of the door, he took a deep breath of the fresh morning air, since he is the one who breaks the game, then it is necessary for him to find a place to break the game.

Since he couldn't get out of the village and the back mountain, he should be able to find something strange if he walked through all these places.

Facing the dawn fog and dew, while the people in the village were still asleep, Wang Yan walked through the back mountains and all the places in the village, but he didn't find anything unusual, which was no different from those ordinary villages in the ordinary world.

"Little Wind"

Chu'er stood at the entrance of the village and called softly, like a little daughter-in-law waiting for her husband's return.

After Wang Yan heard Chu'er's call, he walked directly towards her quickly.

When she was about to reach her, a monument eaves attracted Wang Yan's attention.

Wang Yan slowly approached the eaves of this stele, the owner of this stele eaves is just an inconspicuous tower stele, about half a zhang high, most of the black paint on the stele has fallen off, revealing the laterite bricks inside, close to a towering locust tree.

Because of its insignificance and inconspicuousness, because the tall tower of the old locust tree blocked it, Wang Yan passed by several times and did not find the existence of the tower monument, if it wasn't for Chu Er calling him, he wouldn't have noticed it.

Wang Yan stared at the tower stele quietly, there were some words on it, but after years of erosion of wind and rain, he couldn't see what was written on the stele.

Suddenly, countless memory fragments appeared in his mind, all of them were scenes in the vicinity, but no matter the picture presented by the memory fragments at that angle, there was no such tower monument.

Wang Yan covered his head with his hands and squatted on the ground, his lips trembled slightly, his face turned pale instantly, and cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead.

Too many memory fragments appeared in Wang Yan's mind in a very short period of time, and at this moment, his head seemed to be torn apart, and these memories were forced into it.

Every few milliseconds, a picture flashed in Wang Yan's mind, all around the old locust tree, in all directions, far or near.

Wang Yan took out the evil sword and leaned it on the ground, supporting his trembling body, although the picture was still flashing in his mind, he already knew the truth at this moment.

With a pale face and sharp eyes facing the tower monument, the corners of Wang Yan's mouth rose slightly. "Come out, I don't know why there are so many pictures in my mind, but these pictures only say one thing, no matter how inconspicuous you are, it's still the superfluous one. ”

"Even if you know the truth and have memories, in my predicament, you are still just a mortal who has lost your true element. It would be painful to know that the truth still can't get out of the predicament. A layer of mist appeared around the inconspicuous tower monument, and the mist dissipated, and a bewitching young man who was about the same height as the tower monument, but with a face like a demon, appeared in front of Wang Yan, with a strong sense of ridicule on his mouth.

"Since Priest Chengyu said that I can get out of the forbidden land alive, then I must have a way to kill you. Wang Yan endured the sharp pain in his head, firmly raised his free left hand, and slapped it heavily on the forehead of the bewitching young man.

"You still want to kill me with this little strength, it's lighter than scratching, don't you want to kill me, come again." ”

The bewitching young man who was hit did not move at all, but Wang Yan, who punched, curled up his entire left hand with the power of the shock.

Wang Yan gritted his teeth, and hammered his fist with all his strength in the face of the bewitching young man.

"Again, with this kind of strength, even if you shock yourself to death, you can't hurt me in the slightest. ”

Wang Yan was indomitable and punched one punch after another, the fist in his left hand was already hurting, and he could vaguely see the white bones of Sensen, but Wang Yan still did not stop.

The sound of bone cracking sounded, and Wang Yan's five phalanges were broken together, but the bewitching young man still looked calm and light.

"Waste is waste, you've had enough, then I'll send you back to the West with one punch. The bewitching young man punched gently, and Wang Yan could see the trajectory of his punch, but he still couldn't dodge.

That punch seemed to be gently sticking to Wang Yan's abdomen, but Wang Yan's figure flew behind him like a cannonball. A wall was directly smashed out of a huge hole by Wang Yan, Wang Yan covered his abdomen with his left hand, and spit out a mouthful of blood in his mouth.

"I didn't expect that the first punch didn't kill me, the vitality is quite tenacious, then the second punch will be more powerful, I don't think you can hold it." The bewitching young man walked slowly towards Wang Yan's position, his right fist Zhenyuan was like a dragon surrounding, compared with the previous punch, it was not a little stronger, looking at the condensation of Zhenyuan, this punch at least used his strength, just now the punch did not say that Wang Yan was killed, it had aroused the anger in his heart, this punch he must beat Wang Yan to death.

The bewitching young man directly pulled the ruins down, and the dust covered his body, but the true yuan on his right fist was faintly visible.

The bewitching young man stood in front of Wang Yan, condescending, raising his fist high.

Wang Yan had already been pressed to the ground by the aura of a bewitching young man, and another mouthful of blood spit out.

The fist wind was like a dragon's roar, and the fist swept through the space, bringing up a brilliant band of light, approaching the top of Wang Yan's head.

Then.

Wang Yan felt a warm current appear in his waist, not the breath of the dragon clan's jade pendant, but the glazed beads of Wankuling.

Wang Yan didn't expect the glass beads to emit heat at this time, he put all the objects into the space bracelet, but only this glass bead and the dragon jade pendant couldn't put the space bracelet, so Wang Yan put all these objects on his waist.

The heat did not bring strength to Wang Yan, seeing that the fist of the bewitching young man was about to shatter Wang Yan's skull, Wang Yan's scalp had already felt the power of Zhenyuan, and he had already closed his eyes, waiting for a miracle to come.

......

Within the Heavenly Feather Realm.

Luoyun, who was meditating and cultivating, felt a strange thing appear in his body.

"Wang Yan" Luoyun Zhu lips lightly opened, and this breath actually came from Wang Yan.

Luoyun desperately entered all of his true essence into this breath.

Wang Yan opened his eyes and found that the bewitching boy's punch did not hit him, and a pair of dark golden winged phantoms appeared in front of Wang Yan to block the bewitching boy's blow.

"It turned out to be Luoyun, but I didn't expect this glass bead to connect me and Luoyun. Wang Yan exhaled lightly, but he didn't expect that what saved him was the unimaginable falling clouds.

"I didn't expect you to suddenly burst out with the power of the Ascending Immortal Realm, it's really interesting, I can still receive the power in my predicament, but the power of the Ascending Immortal Realm is still not enough, you still have to die, and I will book your treasure that can borrow the power of others. A hideous smile appeared on the face of the bewitching young man, and the second attack still did not kill Wang Yan, and at this time his heart was burning with anger.

There was an extra long blade in the hand of the bewitching young man, and the countless illusory powers around him converged on the long blade from all directions, and countless black lines were entangled, and the white long blade was covered by black vanity at this time, and the power contained in the long blade had reached the initial realm of ascending immortals.

"Look how I can smash the turtle shell in front of you and your body together," the bewitching young man raised the long blade above his head, and then fell down fiercely.

After Luoyun entered the true yuan, he was directly injured by the power transmitted by the bewitching young man's punch, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, and the entire mouth and the jade pu she was meditating on were covered with blood.

Bai Xu had already sensed something strange in Luoyun's body, and at this time he had already stood behind Luoyun.

"Luoyun, that's what it's all about. "What kind of power can silently break into the Tianyu realm without being detected, and also injured Luoyun, Bai Xu is very puzzled at this time.

"Wang Yan is in trouble," Luoyun spit out another mouthful ......of blood.

Bai Xu sensed that there was a more powerful crisis in Luoyun's body, and this force was actually Ascending Immortal.

"Who did this Wang Yan provoke in the end, a Chengtian Primal Realm actually let the Ascending Immortal do it himself. Bai Xu was very puzzled, he didn't care why Luoyun could communicate with Wang Yan, at this time he had to help Luoyun, otherwise Luoyun would be a dead end.

Bai Xu spread his five-zhang long giant wings, and his hands were directly transmitted into Luoyun's body to resist this powerful force.

The bewitching young man's face was hideous and excited, and the long blade directly slashed at the winged phantom that appeared before the falling clouds, and the feather phantom was directly shattered, and then a larger golden wing from the feather phantom directly showed its shape, which was more condensed than the previous feather phantom, and directly knocked the bewitching boy away along with the long blade in his hand.

The bewitching young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Wang Yan coldly, "It's another force of the Ascending Immortal Realm, your kid really has a lot of helpers, if this Ascending Immortal Realm monk himself stands in front of me, it will only be a tie with me, and he will still not be able to save your life with the power transmitted." ”

The bewitching young man has gone crazy, and he can't kill Wang Yan three or five times, which makes him feel deeply humiliated, the dignity of a strong person in the realm of ascending immortals has been trampled on, his eyes are bloodshot and red, no matter what price he pays today, he wants Wang Yan to die.