A blinding stream of blood burst from the altar, tearing open the night vault.

The entire Bailing Mountain seemed to shake suddenly, and let out a silent roar. The wind was blowing, the sand was flying, the trees were shaking, and the insects were startling.

Zhi Hunt Zhen descended down the mountain, his ten fingers changed, and he formed a magic talisman. Wherever he passed, wisps of treacherous blood mist floated out from under his feet, spreading rapidly in all directions, like a scurrying blood snake, covering the hillside in an instant, and then sweeping away towards the battlefield below.

Wang Ziqiao followed behind, witnessing a horse that was busy burning and looting and being entangled in the blood mist, letting out a terrible roar; he caught a glimpse of the Wu tribe hiding in Tibet being submerged in the blood mist, and the flesh and blood exploded all over their bodies, turning into nourishment for the blood mist; he saw the wind media falling horizontally around the wind whisper in front of the bamboo building with the smoke and fireworks, and his face was full of despair and sadness. Blood mist was pouring in from all directions, letting out a mournful whimper......

"My people, don't be sad. Fengyu leaned his back against a broken beam, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, "Sooner or later, we will all usher in our final destination." ”

The little wind medium next to him sobbed weakly, his bloody belly trembled, and his intestines flowed to the ground.

"Don't cry, my child. Feng Yu stretched out his hand with difficulty, rubbing the silver hair of the little wind medium, "This is the destination, and it is also our journey." When the wind brings us, it will take us away. Don't be afraid, my child, let us finish this journey. ”

His calm voice calmed the wind media. They struggled to get up, holding hands, and stared at the blood mist calmly, the beads on their braids making a crisp tinkling sound in the wind.

"May you and I follow in the footsteps of the wind. A wind medium muttered, closing his eyes, and was immediately engulfed in the rushing blood mist.

The wind media around him shouted loudly: "May you and I follow the footsteps of the wind." Before the words fell, they were shrouded in blood mist, and there were no bones left.

"May you and I follow in the footsteps of the wind. The other media seemed to be sad and happy, chanting loudly, and disappeared into the rolling blood mist one by one.

Seeing the blood mist getting closer and closer, Xiao Feng's voice couldn't help but tremble: "Wish, wish...... You and me...... Chasing, following the ...... of the wind"

"Don't be afraid. Wind media wander all their lives, and death can't really make us stay. Fengyu smiled and went to hold the hand of the little wind medium, but it was empty. The blood mist swept past the small wind medium, and then pounced on the wind whisper.

"Zhi Gongzi, wait a minute. Prince Qiao suddenly spoke.

Zhi Hunt Zhen drew a magic talisman with his left hand, and the blood mist stopped in front of Feng Yu. "Sir, this is going to be ......"

Wang Ziqiao couldn't see a trace of expression on his face: "This wind medium is no longer good, let him finish the last journey by himself." ”

Zhi Jia Zhen was stunned, and glanced at Wang Ziqiao thoughtfully.

"May you and I follow in the footsteps of the wind. Fengyu was calm, and his body became empty little by little, as if it were transparent. "Ding Ding Dong Dong-" His silver braids unfurled automatically, and the beads fell like teardrops, bouncing and rolling.

A gust of wind blew by, and the wind whispered away. In the firelight of the night, Zhijia really saw the wisps of silver hair floating, like silver fluffy dandelion seeds, flying with the mountain wind, disappearing into the misty sky.

"It turns out that this is the nirvana of the wind media clan. "Zhijia is really out of the ordinary.

Prince Qiao bowed slightly: "According to legend, the wind medium is the spirit of the dandelion. After death, their faith returned to the seed and continued to travel between heaven and earth. ”

Zhi Zhenzhen shook his head: "Sir, do you want to leave the last faith for Fengyu?

Prince Qiao stared at Zhi Jiazhen, his eyes were like electricity in a virtual room, splitting the vast night.

"You don't understand. He turned his head, looked up at the vast sky, word by word, categorically, "At the end of the road, Fang shows faith!"

Zhi Hunt Zhen pondered for a long time, leaned over, and said: "Hunt Zhen has been taught." ”

"Something is wrong!" Zhi You looked around in horror, blood mist like a tide, murderous aura like a boil, and kept pouring here. The craggy rocks kept trembling, flashing mysterious light patterns again and again.

"What's wrong?" Barre asked, secretly hating that this turtle son had colluded with outsiders, and he didn't know how much he had hidden from his family. When I find an opportunity, I will definitely chop him alive.

"This is like the Heavenly Desolate Ancestral Court's secret Zhuyou Blood Sacrifice Great Array, plus the combination of the eight formations and the two formations......" Zhi You's face twitched, and he looked around in a hurry, "This is to pit all of us to death!"

"The secret of the ancestral court?" Barre was confused when he heard it, the ancestral court is the honorific title of the hometown of the Heavenly Desolate Wu Clan, but the two sides have long broken off their relationship, who still knows what the secret method of the ancestral court is?

"My lord, noble Wuqi, don't fight again!" Zhi You howled, "My lord, we have to think of a way to escape first, otherwise no one will be able to leave!"

Wu Qi's pupils shrank, and the afterglow was completely covered by the vast blood mist, and the mountains in the distance were hidden and difficult to distinguish. He knew that something was wrong, but Sun Hu was stalking like crazy, and Ma Hua followed one after another, not giving him a chance to breathe at all.

"Boom!" Sun Hu picked up the flaming copper rod and smashed it down again, ignoring the blade of the sword that stabbed him in the chest.

"Ding-" The tip of the sword broke through the rattan armor and pressed it against Sun Hu's hard chest, stabbing out a blood spot, and it could no longer go deeper. The tip of the sword rebounded from the momentum, and the last shot came first, twisting little by little as the flaming copper rod fell, bringing the stick crookedly.

The two Ma Hua had already pounced from behind, punching and kicking, shaking Wu Qi's clothes excitedly. Wu Qi's footsteps slipped backwards, cutting into the two horses, and the long sword slashed with a backhand, cutting off the throat of a horse. The sword light swirled in a graceful arc and pierced into the heart of the other horse.

By the time Sun Hu swung his stick and swept it again, Wu Qi had already jumped up, and the long sword changed more than ten times in a row in mid-air, and a little bit of cold light seemed to be virtual and real, and it was uncertain, enveloping Sun Hu's whole body.

"It's all for our family!" Sun Hu roared wildly, shook the flaming red copper stick, and his eyes burst out with bloodthirsty and crazy light, if he didn't play with his life, all the clansmen would be doomed.

One by one, Ma Hua jumped up one after another, kicking in a row, and a dense leg shadow chased after Wu Qi. Sun Hu ignored the change in sword light, and rushed straight up with his stick, and the imposing giant ape law phase also collided with him.

This rush was fierce and fierce, and Wu Qi was reluctant to block hard, but the shadows of Ma Hua's legs came one after another, and he had to abandon all changes, and the long sword hit the stick, and fought hard without any tricks.

The clashing sound of sticks and swords was like thunder, and Wu Qi's arm was numb, and his chest was stuffy. But he reacted extremely quickly, flipped back in the air, and the long sword circled like wings, instantly slashing the two horses. Then it accelerated suddenly, like a rolling stone, and fell downward, breaking away from the shadow of the horse's pinched legs.

Several Ma Hua immediately pounced, Wu Qi's waist straightened, the whole person fell on his head and feet, and rose upside down, and the long sword sprinkled a fan-shaped cold light, protecting himself from wind and rain.

Sun Hu stood still, staring at him, and the flaming red copper stick moved faintly with Wu Qi's figure, as if he had not hit, and he was about to shoot.

Wu Qixin felt that he was locked by Sun Hu's little spiritual power, and once he revealed his flaws, he would be hit by the other party. He had to spare a few spare strength, and he didn't dare to kill the other Mahua with all his might.

It's just that the sword path is different from the way of art and martial arts, and only by refining the sword heart can one realize the law of self-understanding, and it has nothing to do with the realm of mana.

"Zhiyou, which one laid down this Raushzi's blood array?" Barre couldn't help but feel furious as he watched the blood mist rise and fall from afar, wave after wave. He looked at Sun Hu, who was flawless, and secretly retreated.

"Which one else can it be besides the turtle son Prince Qiao you invited?" Zhi Yu pointed at Barre and shouted angrily, "Immortal Banban, you foolish ghost, you have made us miserable!"

Prince Joe Barre was skeptical, now was not the time to care, he glanced at Wu Qi again, suddenly turned around, and ran wildly towards the other side of the hill.