Hengduan Continent, five regions and thirteen states, unknown lands.

The mountains are like the sea, and the trees are angry like the waves.

A little starlight is scattered in the night sky, no need to look closely, no need to look far away, you can vaguely see layers of mist scattered in the mountain stream, the breeze blows, and the fog gathers and disperses.

In a house, a man in a black and red robe sat cross-legged on the ground, and in front of him, several soul light clusters and slowly wriggling blood clusters were suspended, from these light clusters, exuding violence, anger, and ferocity, these breaths not only did not let them break free from their restraints, but became weaker and weaker as time passed.

The image felt something, and suddenly opened its eyes, disappeared into the house, and appeared on the top of a towering tree.

Three stars flashed in his sight.

"Seven kills, broken army, greedy wolf, finally born, I've been waiting for you for a long time, Ancient Killing Domain, I see how you obstruct this time!" Looking at the direction where the three stars were hiding, the man in a black and red robe, with his hands behind his back, outlined a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, but this smile revealed the danger of bloodthirstiness.

A black shadow appeared silently behind the man, leaning over and standing still, only to see the man's index finger flick, and the invisible fluctuation seemed to be able to ignore the space, shooting into the forehead of the black shadow kneeling behind him, "Strangle the three of them in the cradle, if there is an obstacle, kill !!"

A few insects chirped in the night, the leaves swayed in the wind, and everything was calm again.

100,000 mountains, among the ancient killing domains.

Xiao Jinghong's eyes widened, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood again, looking at the young man surrounded by the artistic conception of life and death, holding a simple long sword in his hand, the red and white qi flowed endlessly, and then slowly entered the young man's body.

Resentment filled his entire body and mind, and frantically grew in the depths of his soul, from spreading the news, attracting countless cultivators from the 100,000 mountains or even the 100,000 mountains to come and sacrifice, break the barrier, and open the ancient killing domain.

Comprehend the artistic conception of killing, experience the pursuit and killing of many puppets and ghosts, the abnormal change of the blood pool, the desperate situation of life and death, and comprehend the artistic conception of life and death, as long as you take one more step, just one step, you can seize this last inheritance.

After going through many difficulties, the blood sword condensed out made a wedding dress for others, and the condensed artistic conception of life and death also collapsed at the last step, and he almost lost his life and death.

The long sword that was originally embedded in the crack in the stone, the person holding the sword should be me, Xiao Jinghong, it should be me! His heart was angry and crazy.

The organs were exhausted, step by step, and they never expected that the young man who did not pay attention to it would step out by himself again and again and seize the last fruits of victory, which made Xiao Jinghong's heart suffer a great contrast.

He struggled to get up from the ground, and the blood on his mouth was like a nine-day galaxy, flying down.

His face was hideous, his eyes were gloomy, his long hair was messy, and a cold river with a chilling sword aura appeared in his hand, and he staggered towards Sikong Haoran, and the cold river fell quickly from the top of his head.

"Boom!"

When Hanjiang Dao Qi was still one meter away from Sikong Haoran, it was blocked by the two qi of life and death, without bringing him the slightest impact, and then, a force of countershock diffused from the two qi of life and death.

Xiao Jinghong's body was thrown away from afar, followed by the long red blood mark in the air, and it could be clearly felt that Xiao Jinghong's breath was even more unbearable than just now, because the artistic conception of life and death deprived him of his vitality.

Xiao Jinghong hit the stone wall and fell to the ground fiercely, facing the sky on all sides, his hands trembled involuntarily, and blood slowly flowed out of his seven orifices.

He wanted to get up, he was very unwilling, why would he lose to a little-known teenager, but at this moment he didn't even have a chance to turn over, and after struggling for a while, he stopped all his movements.

Without him, because the meridians were chaotic, the Xuan Qi was chaotic, and he was stunned by anger.

After Sikong Haoran slashed out the killing sword, he stood in place, he saw everything Xiao Jinghong did just now, and ignored him, because there was no need to pay attention to it.

He could clearly feel the long sword in his palm, the intimacy in the dark, and the aura of life and death, the artistic conception of life and death, and the artistic conception of killing that permeated the long sword. The feeling of being lost and regained made him very happy.

After going through many difficulties, killing every step of the way, and finally came to the bitterness at the last moment.

From the moment he held the long sword, a stream of information appeared in his mind, "The artistic conception of life and death, life and death, life and death, change the form at will, the name of the sword is mirage!"

When Sikong Haoran saw this passage, he was very excited, breaking his life, what an incredible thing it was, the artistic conception of life and death had just been comprehended, and there was still a long way to go before Dacheng, but this did not make him feel discouraged, but there was an expectation that what kind of state Dacheng would be in when he was in the artistic conception of life and death, and whether he would end the lives of others with a sword.

There is another point that also makes Sikong Haoran ecstatic, changing his form at will, his heart moves at will, and the long sword in his hand turned into a dagger in the blink of an eye, just when he was happy, a bloody hole opened in the palm of his hand, and the blood kept spreading to the dagger, and then the red light disappeared in his palm in a flash.

The Ocean of Souls, the mirage is located in a corner, which happens to be the place where the blood sword stayed before, and it is on the same side as the Soul Refining Ding. The Soul Refining Ding bloomed with dazzling light, and no matter how angry the Soul Refining Ding was at this strange guy, it couldn't make the mirage fluctuate at all.

Just as the Soul Refining Ding was chattering, there was a wave of fluctuations in the mirage, and the Soul Refining Ding immediately stopped all its actions, and even the slightest fear appeared.

This shocked Sikong Haoran inexplicably, but he clearly knew how domineering the Soul Refining Ding was, even he was afraid of it, so what kind of existence this mirage was, "Is the mirage a holy weapon? or an artifact?", this idea made him also startled.

"Little guy, congratulations!" A beautiful voice like Lin Laiquan rhyme appeared in the sea of souls of Sikong Haoran, and the voice was charming and beautiful, which made people feel refreshed and happy.

Sikong Haoran: ""

Sikong Haoran's face became a little unnatural at this moment, and he remembered the demon girl who was wearing a pink dress, soft and boneless, and had a strange personality.

No, no, no, it's the Ancient Domain Killing Instrument Spirit, if she knows that she has such an idea, it is estimated that she will not be able to get out, in the few hours of the previous space, he still remembers everything that happened, and he feels terrified when he thinks about it.

For others, this voice was like encountering the most terrible thing in the world, so they were afraid to avoid it, and they quickly retreated again and again, and almost fell to the ground.

"Hee-hee, I'm so scared of you. The petals of the sky fell from the sky, followed by the wisps of fragrance, the white jade feet lightly touched on the petals of the sky, and when there was still an inch away from the ground, it was like breaking free from the shackles of the void, stopping in front of Sikong Haoran, with a coquettish sound.

The pink dress that seems to be hidden is faintly visible, especially the snow white that is about to come out, which makes the mouth dry, Sikong Haoran's pupils shrink, don't start, his eyes are closed, and his mouth is panting.

"Senior, how about you

"Sikong Haoran could clearly hear her throat rolling, hating herself for not being angry, but she suppressed the irritability in her heart and spoke out to hide the embarrassment just now.

"Don't call me senior, didn't I tell you, call me Sister Linglong. With a hint of anger in his voice, he put a hand on Sikong Haoran's forehead.

Sikong Haoran: ""

Sikong Haoran could feel her breath, her temperature, and even a hint of softness, so close at hand, if it was someone else, he would have been unable to resist the impulse in his heart, but he didn't dare to make a mistake, and he didn't dare to think about it, "Sister Linglong Linglong, if you come to me for something to order, as long as the juniors can do it, they must do their best." ”

"Hmph, that's pretty much it, you open your eyes and look at me. ”

"When the junior was comprehending the artistic conception of life and death just now, his eyes were injured a little, and he is still recovering!" Sikong Haoran was struggling in his heart, his fists were sometimes clenched, sometimes trembling, as if he had been run over by all the demonic beasts of the 100,000 mountains from his body, he would rather lie in the place where the demonic beasts had passed than face such a situation.

"If you don't open your eyes, you'll stay in the Killing Domain forever, and you'll never see your senior sister again. ”

Sikong Haoran searched for a long time, but he didn't find Qian Lulu, and when he heard her say senior sister, he suddenly opened his eyes, only to see the domain killing instrument spirit showing a touch of cunning, and looked at him with a smile, "Sister Linglong, do you know where my senior sister is? Please tell me!"

Seeing that he was very anxious, the Domain Killer Spirit saw that his eyes were all clear, and he no longer deliberately teased him, "She has her own chances, don't worry, you will see him soon." I've got you two buddies, and in the near future, you'll meet and possibly become best friends or kill each other. ”

Sikong Haoran shouted angrily in his heart, how could he be the same as his grandfather, without his consent, just find a partner, thinking of the seventh-order demon beast Moyu Qilin in the misty forest of the Western Regions, his scalp was numb in an instant, and his hair exploded, could they be like this!

As soon as he was about to speak, he saw a ray of light disappear in his chest, and then it merged into his heart, it was too late to dodge, but after thinking about it, he was relieved, if the domain killing machine spirit really wanted to be unfavorable to himself, he would not waste much time here, let alone let him live until now.

Seeing that Sikong Haoran quickly returned to his original state, he tapped his head, and then the figure gradually dissipated, and the voice sounded again in the ocean of his soul, "Seven kills, broken army, greedy wolf three-star convergence, it will be very exciting, I am looking forward to your growth, little guy, I hope you don't let me down!"

"Two partners, could it be the Seven Kills and the Broken Army that the Domain Killer Spirit said in his mouth, the trouble has not been solved, and there are two more!" Sikong Haoran pondered for a moment, since he couldn't escape the arrangement of fate, he didn't know if the road ahead was auspicious and bad, and the only way to pass the test was to kill the generals.

"The artistic conception of killing, comprehending the sword of killing, the artistic conception of life and death, comprehending the art of killing, and the mirage of unknown ranks. ”

Every income has paid unimaginable efforts for ordinary people, killing every step of the way, walking in front of the ghost gate. Every wrong step will lead to a doom.

Sikong Haoran took a deep breath, didn't care about Xiao Jinghong who was in a coma, and slowly walked towards the exit.

The inheritance has been obtained by Sikong Haoran, and all the cultivators who are still alive in the various layers of space have been ostracized, and the Ancient Killing Domain has also escaped into the space.

The first time Sikong Haoran stepped out of the Ancient Killing Domain, he saw a girl wearing a red robe and holding a purple sword.

is the same as before, still like the ice of ten thousand years, no one is allowed to enter, and the difference is that between her smiles and smiles, there is a soul-seducing style.