A light rose from the winding mountain road, and in the light, there was a handsome young man.

This young Taoist priest is none other than Xu Yu, who previously held the Transmission Flying Sword and passed through the head of Shu Mountain.

As the leader of the three generations of disciples of Shushan, and the personal descendant of Wushi, his future can be described as infinitely bright.

Xu Yu has never walked out of the Shushan Sword Sect, he has been cultivating in the sect since he was a child, and he is a stranger to the world. But in my heart, I am full of irrepressible desires.

He often heard that the brothers in the sect, after returning from the mountain, saw all kinds of wonders of the world, and those stories contained the experiences he had always longed for.

And now, he can finally go down the mountain.

Although he has a fatal gold medal in his body, the guy who only has the strength of the mid-fetal breath is really not taken seriously by Xu Yu, so in his own opinion, this trip is quite easy.

As for Li Xiaoyi, who only had the mid-stage realm of fetal breath, at this moment, he was closing his eyes in an abandoned temple.

Since he sneaked away from the second floor of the restaurant that day, he has never dared to go to a crowded place, so he can only live here.

At present, this ruined temple is not a random choice. Not far from here, there was a barren grave and a wild mound that no one cared about, where there was the nourishment that Li Xiaoyi needed for cultivation.

What's more, with the gradual refining of the fierce ghosts captured by Guo Yuan, Li Xiaoyi seems to have touched the bottleneck of breakthrough, and what he needs now is an opportunity.

Li Xiaoyi, who opened his eyes, swallowed the last wisp of the murderous soul into his stomach under the gaze of the starry sky, and the Nirvana Jewel slowly turned in front of him, and the seven-colored light ribbon was wrapped in the fierce soul of the bitter begging.

Li Xiaoyi twisted his hands, and when a wail sounded, his eyes that were like stars suddenly flashed with a burst of white light.

While Li Xiaoyi was suspicious, he didn't feel the slightest discomfort, so he let the white light burst into flames.

It was a scene, like a dream, illusory, unrecognizable.

But Li Xiaoyi recognized the mountain peak that towered into the sky, and even more recognized the dark mountain stream that didn't know the depths.

"White Bone Mountain!" Li Xiaoyi frowned.

This was the memory of the murderous spirit, and he was sure of it, because he saw the human face of the soul actually appearing in the scene like a dream bubble.

It turns out that as early as ancient times, the White Bone Mountain has existed, and there was no haze between the peaks at that time, and there was no sunlight all year round.

Instead, the light and the sun are beautiful, surrounded by mountains and white bone mountains, and there is a vibrant scene everywhere.

Until the black curtain falls, the black yin qi that rushes straight into the nine skies, from the bottom of the mountain stream, surrounds the entire mountain peak, and does not disperse all year round.

The place where the evil spirit is located is a large tribe, and he seems to be the leader of the entire tribe, and at this time, like all the clansmen, is trembling and kneeling to the sky.

As a special existence in the primitive tribe, the scope of the witch's power is still above the leader.

Because Li Xiaoyi saw one of the pictures, when everyone was prostrate and didn't dare to raise their heads, she seemed to stand out from the crowd, standing in front of everyone.

The cruel blood sacrifice began, and under the leadership of the shrine maiden, on an extremely familiar platform, men and women were thrown into the void of the mountain stream in horror.

This back is so familiar, Li Xiaoyi looked at the back of the witch priest, the long hair that reached the ground, and the white leather robe that was flowing and undulating.

With a move in his heart, Li Xiaoyi searched for the images of the witch in the leader's memory, but for some reason, it was all backs, and there was not a single positive image.

In the final scene, there seems to be a split within the clan, with the leader and his people and the witch's followers in a fierce confrontation.

The war continued until all the witches' followers were killed, and the leader hung their corpses all over the trees in the mountains, and finally on the altar, the corpses of the rebels were made from the heavenly fire along with the witches.

Before she died, the witch issued a vicious curse, and when she was drowning in oil, black gas suddenly surged under the mountain stream, and a pair of red eyes like lanterns flashed cold in the darkness.

Li Xiaoyi almost tried his best to see the truth behind the black fog, the scene in the leader's memory, but it ended here.

At the end of the disappearance of the whole picture, the pair of blood-red eyes suddenly moved, and Li Xiaoyi only felt that his hair was standing upright, and the sweat pores of his body were all cold.

It seemed that in the next moment, he was about to lose his soul, and it instantly filled Li Xiaoyi's whole body.

Fortunately, at that moment, the entire void scene was immediately shattered into dots of fluorescence, flying in front of Li Xiaoyi's eyes.

It wasn't until the cold wind blew through the darkness that Li Xiaoyi felt that the clothes on his whole body had been soaked through by cold sweat.

At that moment, those two eyes seemed to see him.

Li Xiaoyi couldn't believe it, because all the scenes he saw came from the memories of the tribal leaders. It happened in the past, in other words, those pasts should have become a thing of the past.

But Li Xiaoyi's intuition told him that it did see him!

Do you want to run?

Li Xiaoyi thought a little weakly, and another gust of cold wind blew, and he couldn't help but shiver, Li Xiaoyi suddenly laughed stiffly, maybe it was just an illusion?

However, just when he wanted to comfort himself like this, Li Xiaoyi suddenly found that he had broken through!

In the later stage of the fetal breath realm, an unexpected result, a frightening result!

Running the exercises, a message suddenly appeared in Li Xiaoyi's divine consciousness, jade.

Two very simple words, but they contain different meanings, he stretched out his hands, and his mind moved, and his hands actually changed at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

Very white color, the color is like mutton fat white jade, smooth and thorough, squinting at the offering table beside him, the hand knife slashed, and the wooden horns that broke in response to the sound were smooth and smooth.

Li Xiaoyi's thoughts wandered all over his body, almost where the thought passed, his body turned into jade in the same way, and an evil thought rose.

Li Xiaoyi's gaze looked at his crotch, and a pillar of optimus rose, stiff as a stone.

It's not bad, for this magical power, at least so far, he is quite satisfied, but when he thinks of those two red eyes, Li Xiaoyi is still very uncomfortable.

Does his sudden breakthrough have anything to do with this?

This is a very scary idea!

No one knows, even the leader of the exterminated tribe didn't see it, as for the witch, Li Xiaoyi speculated, it was very likely that she was the one who later turned into an ironclad corpse.

Using the seven-colored glow of the Nirvana Jewel to sweep all over his body, transparent without any discomfort, Li Xiaoyi was a little relieved, but he couldn't be happy.

Because in his extremely irritable mood, the Quartet Treasure Mirror suddenly lit up with white light.

Holding it in the palm of his hand, the mirror ripples one after another, and two sneaky guys appeared in the mirror.

The corners of Li Xiaoyi's mouth sneered, it was really a ghost, these two guys actually found here.

With a slap of the square treasure mirror, Li Xiaoyi's figure disappeared into the temple like a phantom of light, and almost at the same time, a bald man who had just arrived outside the temple gate couldn't help but let out a "huh".

"What's wrong?" asked another Scarface, hesitantly.

"Before, I thought it was a problem with my tracking skills, so that we have been looking for this kid for so long, but now it seems that we still underestimate this kid!" said the bald man with a cold face.

The Scarface man said "hey": "Even your grimace monk can hide it, this kid does have some means, should we think about it in the long run." ”

Speaking of the back, Scarface is obviously a little bit of a retreat.

Unexpectedly, the grimace monk glared at him and said: "Bad goods, that kid only has the cultivation of the middle stage of fetal breath, you and I have already entered the late stage realm for decades, are you still afraid of a stinky boy who has not dried up?"

When the Scarface man heard the other party call him a bad man, he immediately wanted to turn his face, but when he thought of the reward conditions offered by the Shushan Sword Sect to the cultivators of the world, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

But in order to regain the face he had just lost, the Scarface man gritted his teeth: "Then I'll go and see first, you wait!"

The ghost-faced monk sneered: "Good!"

Seeing that the other party agreed so happily, the Scarface man couldn't help but be suspicious.

can say it, splash out of the water, spit on a nail, in order not to let the other party look down on him again, he can only touch it hard.

The grimace monk looked at the back of the scarface man turning around, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but outline a grim smile.

There is only one place for the disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect, even if they don't want to worship in Shushan, there is still only one magic weapon for the reward.

The grimace monk's face was full of greed, and when he looked at the figure of the Scarface man, he became more and more hideous!

The moonlight is like a wash, in the dark, quiet. The figure of the Scarface man, like a huge bat, flickered, and disappeared under the moonlight.

In the ruined temple, cobwebs and dust were everywhere, and there was silence, not even a single insect could be heard.

The scar-faced man hovered in the night sky for a long time, but he never saw Li Xiaoyi's figure, his brows furrowed, and one side of his body, like a fallen leaf, quietly fell into the temple.

As far as the eye can see, it is empty, this ruined temple has been some years, the scarface man was nervous, looked behind him, and then looked at the Buddhist hall in front of him, and stopped hesitantly.

"Can it be simple for someone who can be issued a deadly gold medal by the Shushan Sword Sect?" The Scarface man once again sounded a retreat drum in his heart, he looked at the Buddhist hall in front of him, and slowly began to retreat in the direction of the gate.

Even if you die, you have to pull the bald donkey with a grimace!

Just when Scarface was about to retreat to the gate behind him, suddenly, Scarface's face changed, and he secretly screamed in his heart: "Not good!"