The long sword embedded in the stone crevice has had a little more agility since the blood sword was fused, just like an old woman in her last years, going through the cycle of time and returning to the eighteen or nineteen-year-old Jin Se years.

But this is not as simple as it seems on the surface, as if the morning bell and dusk drum wake up the sleeping person from his dream.

The blood sword was the killing intent that the two of them comprehended from the seven killing words, in the sword qi in the sky, and in the endless corpse mountain and sea of blood, and then condensed it again in the blood pool. The two of them never imagined that the inheritance that they had finally obtained after many killings and robberies, nine deaths, would actually make a wedding dress for others, and it was also a sword, a strange long sword that made them almost lose their souls.

Sikong Haoran was dripping blood in his heart, he was crazy, he was angry, and the condensed killing intent was integrated into his sword intent, but fortunately, he was on guard, if he integrated all the sword intent into the blood sword, then he was now the fish on the chopping board under this sword.

What is the difference between the situation of the two of them at this moment and the fish on the chopping board?

The humming sound that emanated from the long sword defied all the obstacles on their body and went to the deepest depths of their souls.

Sikong Haoran appeared in a space, and the whole space was divided into two parts, the left side was filled with his familiar scarlet blood mist, a dead air, and the right side was filled with white mist, and he was standing on the dividing line of these two fogs.

The scarlet blood mist is very familiar to him, it can not only affect people's minds, but also be able to devour the vitality in the human body, and the scarlet blood mist in this space just deduces the point of devouring vitality to the extreme.

Sikong Haoran saw that the skin on the left side of his body gradually changed from the original white to rough, and the muscles were also degrading, and he could even clearly see every blood vessel, every muscle, and every bone on his body.

The long jet-black hair, with the aging of the skin, the muscles dried up, turned silvery-white, and even the light gray robe on the left appeared dull, as if it would immediately turn into smoke and dust as long as it was touched lightly.

The body on the right, nourished by the vitality of life, glows with a strong vitality, the fair skin, tough muscles, and even a faint luster, more energetic and powerful than the original. With a slight clench of his fist, he felt as if he had endless power, and one punch could split mountains and rivers, and one punch could swallow the sun and moon.

If you stand and watch from a distance, you will find that the body on the left looks like an old man in his old age, while the body on the right looks like a young and strong young man, forming a sharp contrast.

If there are timid people standing here, they will definitely be frightened, and Sikong Haoran at this time is no different from the evil ghosts who came out of hell.

The vitality on the right continuously flows into the dry body on the left, nourishing the body that is about to be exhausted.

But no matter how fast the life qi on the right is, it can't bring the depleted body on the left back to its former past, as if they are maintaining a balance, a balance between life and death.

"How can this be!How can this be!" Sikong Haoran muttered to himself, at this moment he didn't know what was going on, he didn't dare to move, body

The abnormality that appeared in his body made him anxious.

He didn't dare to break this balance, just now, he moved his body slightly, wanting to move his dry body to the right, at that moment, the breath of death was frantically breeding, and the feeling of death suddenly made his whole person as frightened as if facing a catastrophe that destroyed the world, his soul, his whole person, seemed to be collapsing and collapsing.

Sikong Haoran hurriedly returned to his original position, not daring to move any more, so that his body was on the dividing line between life and death, even if it was a little later, no matter how strong and fast the qi of life was, it would not be able to prevent the qi of death from spreading to the entire body, destroying all vitality, even if there were heavenly treasures and fairy nectar, there was no way to return to the sky.

Beads of sweat wet the entire body on the right, and at this time, Sikong Haoran couldn't use any trace of Xuan Qi in his body, and lost everything he could control, only his consciousness was awake.

"Ahh

Sikong Haoran was roaring in pain, and the sound he made was very harsh, like a piece of red-hot charcoal burning in his throat, his face was hideous, and his eye sockets were sunken, because he had seen an even more incredible scene.

The left body, which was originally shrouded by the breath of death, gradually changed from a dry state to a full state, as if it had experienced a time regression, while the right body changed from its original luster to dull and dry, as if it had taken off all its water.

That's right, the state of the left and right sides of the body is changing, and this kind of inhuman torture has made Sikong Haoran, who has experienced several painful devastations, almost lose consciousness.

It was obviously half of his body shrouded in the breath of life, but it became the state that should appear in the breath of death, which completely subverted all of Sikong Haoran's cognition, he couldn't believe the scene that appeared in front of him, but he had to believe that all this really happened in front of his eyes, and it was found in his body.

Sikong Haoran shouted in his heart, "I just want to come to the 100,000 mountains to hunt demonic beasts and condense the soul refining tripod, I don't want this so-called inheritance, let me out!"

Time is passing bit by bit, and the qi of life and death has not changed in any way, but the body in different areas is changing its state every once in a while. This kind of inhuman destruction, Sikong Haoran can't remember how many times this is, he only remembers that this kind of pain has become numb to him and has become accustomed to it.

Sikong Haoran was confused and returned to the village of Tieling in the Western Regions.

"Grandpa, why are there so many stars in this sky, and they are of different sizes, changeable, and irregular?" In front of the cabin, two figures sat side by side, Sikong Haoran held his chin in his hand, looked at the starry sky on the mountain stream, turned his head to look at Sikong Xuan, who was sitting next to him, wearing coarse linen clothes, and asked curiously.

"What you see is just the appearance, these stars of different sizes, it seems that there is no pattern to speak of, but in fact they all follow a kind of rule. ”

"This specification is a number of days and a variation. ”

"Look, the brightest stars, like a cage, take those ones

The faint starlight trapped inside. In fact, they may be far apart, or they may be inextricably linked. ”

"The number of Dayan is fifty, and there are nine out of forty, and one of them is gone. Between heaven and earth, everything is everything, there is no absolute danger, and the way of heaven is unkind, but there is also a glimmer of life. Sikong Xuan looked up at the starry sky, smiled and touched Sikong Haoran's head.

Sikong Haoran felt the temperature in his grandfather's palm, and suddenly came to his senses, and his grandfather's last words were like drinking a stick on the head, knocking him awake.

"A glimmer of life, so how can I find this glimmer of life between life and death!" Sikong Haoran didn't care about the alternating changes between life and death in his body, he didn't know how long this change would last, and he didn't know if he would sink between life and death after a long time.

At this moment, what is in front of him is either life or death, in the face of death, everything is left behind by Sikong Haoran, what he needs is only a survival instinct, because only by living can he break free from this life and death dilemma.

Xiao Jinghong and Sikong Haoran are facing the same desperate situation at this moment, he is also hovering between life and death, this kind of fear he has only seen in his life, and it is more than the fear he experienced in the pool of blood.

He also experienced the same situation as Sikong Haoran, and the heart-rending and helpless feeling made his whole person collapse to the extreme.

Fortunately, it took a long time to gradually calm down, Xiao Jinghong didn't know what choice the young man in the light gray robe would face, but he would never allow this last inheritance to be missed, he must be the one who has the last laugh.

Sikong Haoran felt the changes between life and death, and gradually echoed in his mind the scene of stepping into the Ancient Killing Domain, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

In a thought, Sikong Haoran returned to the stone wall, and the seven killing words appeared in front of his eyes again, and the artistic conception of killing also erupted at this time, slashing towards the seven killing words frantically, as if to cut through this piece of heaven and earth, as if to cut through the cage that bound him.

It's just that for the current Sikong Haoran, the artistic conception of killing that he comprehended was far from enough to destroy everything in front of him.

Since you can't do this, then let yourself be integrated into these seven killing words, into the artistic conception of killing, the artistic conception of killing represents death, the ultimate of death is not rebirth, is it possible to find this balance, break this side of the world, and thus jump out of this extreme dilemma of life and death.

All things are yin and yang, yin and yang alternate, all things are reincarnated, the ultimate of death is new life, the ultimate of new life is death, yin and yang are born and complement each other.

As soon as he thought of this, Sikong Haoran's heart suddenly brightened, and the hardships and gloom that had been haunting his heart all disappeared.

Sikong Haoran, who had his eyes closed, stretched his hands forward involuntarily, and saw that above his left hand, a cloud of scarlet blood mist was condensed, the breath of death. Above his right hand, there was a white mist, the breath of life.

Gradually, the two clouds of fog became thicker and thicker, and then, when the left and right sides of the body came out

When he changed now, the two balls of life and death qi in his hands could not evolve and dissipated into intangible, Sikong Haoran was also counterattacked, spurting out a mouthful of blood, but his body did not move a bit, and the injuries in his body also recovered between life and death.

Sikong Haoran continued to concentrate and calm his breath, and as time passed quickly, he seemed to have merged into this heaven and earth or into this life and death qi.

The two balls of life and death qi condensed in his hands, changing with the changes in his body, and the gradually shriveled body also recovered his original appearance after Sikong Haoran thoroughly comprehended the artistic conception of life and death, and his body exuded a strong vitality, at this moment, he could already move at will, without being eroded by the two qi of life and death, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Sikong Haoran opened his eyes, and a long sword appeared in his hand, which was the strange long sword embedded in the stone crevice, making the two of them almost die and die.

Xiao Jinghong also opened his eyes at this time, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and when he was about to step out, the two qi of life and death fluctuated violently, and a feeling that made him creepy suddenly hit his heart, and he saw a sword light glowing with red and white qi crossing this space.

Immediately after, he felt that part of the vitality in his body had been lost, if he hadn't also understood the artistic conception of life and death, and the vitality of life made up for the lost vitality in his body, it was estimated that this sword light would be enough to take him half a life.

"The extreme of life and death, the rotation of yin and yang, and the annihilation of reincarnation, is to kill. ”

Sikong Haoran slashed out with a sword, and the two qi of life and death that permeated this layer of space instantly flew into ashes, and the two of them appeared in the original place. Xiao Jinghong lay on the ground in a languid, the corners of his mouth were red, his vicious eyes were shining, and he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

The art of killing! Cut off the vitality in the human body.

On the periphery of the 100,000 mountains, it was still shrouded in darkness, and in the vast starry sky, three stars hung in a triangle between the sky, and the originally dim one was shining with dazzling brilliance at this time.

(End of chapter)