The evening breeze blew, the night grew dark, and the sky and the earth were solemn. There were bursts of dull thunder in the night sky, like a whisper between heaven and earth, and like an endless mournful cry for thousands of years, looking at the world and overlooking all living beings, but it was eternal.

Chu Wanli and the others traveled in the sky for more than half an hour, and when night fell, a huge forest in front of them lay in front of them.

Chu Wanli and Xiao Tianming glanced at each other, and then looked at Xia Yixuan, who was chasing together, Xiao Tianming pondered for a moment and said, "Miss Xia, it's getting late, He Yinuo is the life and death brother of the two of us, we will definitely find him, now, he killed Wu Quan, presumably the people of the Xianmen will not stop there, and if you are found to be with him, you must be unable to speak." ”

Xia Yixuan regained her cold expression, and only said lightly, "He put himself in a desperate situation because he saved me, and I must find him." ”

Chu Wanli glanced at Xiao Tianming helplessly, and said after a while, "That being the case, we will divide into three ways, and we can find his whereabouts quickly." ”

With that, the three of them parted and entered the woods from different directions.

The wind in the sky suddenly became stronger, blowing through the trees, making a "rustling" sound, the sky was dull, and after a while, it rained, knocking down the branches and leaves, "whooshing", and a trace of coolness spread.

In the depths of the woods, a person, standing quietly in the night, let the rain wet his body, beside him, half of the moon things emitted a faint silver white color around his body, the quiet night, as if with a bit of loneliness.

He is not He Yinuo, who is he.

He Yinuo's eyes at this moment have long been free of the fierce and violent aura, on the contrary, it is more and more clear and empty, and the silver and white light of the phantom moon is reflected in his eyes, and the phantom moon surrounds him, like an old friend who has been with him for many years, loyal and guarded, and never abandons.

And at this moment, the wind and rain stopped, only the sound of rain and dew dripping in the forest, such a night seemed to be extraordinarily quiet, and even revealed a little extraordinary in this silence, a little weird, He Yinuo stood with his hands down, and a trace of melancholy on his face gradually disappeared, on the contrary, it was gradually gloomy.

In the wind and rain, there seems to be a looming footsteps coming slowly, but although the footsteps are slow, every step seems to make the wind and rain tremble, as if he is the master of this heaven and earth!!

He Yinuo looked ahead, the rain curtain covered his eyes, and a figure slowly appeared from the darkness, but in the darkness, there seemed to be a pair of hollow red eyes staring at him, and the phantom moon beside He Yinuo gradually brightened a little.

The figure that walked out of the darkness gradually became clearer and clearer under the light of the phantom moon, the middle-aged man, dressed in a clumsy costume, seemed to be no different from ordinary people, only the lightning-like totemic imprint on his face exuded an aura more terrifying than the darkness.

When He Yinuo saw his appearance, his first reaction was to think of the half-white, half-black, half-demon and half-god person standing next to the blood pool many years ago, with the same mark and the same breath.

"Your body, the aura is so unique!" The middle-aged man looked at He Yinuo and suddenly spoke, his words calm and unremarkable.

He Yinuo seemed to have vaguely guessed something, but he was not sure, and replied lightly, "He is unique, I am just an ordinary person." But you, who are you?"

The middle-aged man suddenly smiled slightly, took another step forward, and said coldly, "Who am I?" ”

After a long time, he seemed to retract his thoughts, looked at He Yinuo, and said slowly, "The rage of blood, the phantom moon of the ancient realm, the wings of the ancient owl, the breath of the three clans of the immortal barbarian witch, and the true law of the two realms!"

"You are not destined to be mortal!"

While speaking, He Yinuo suddenly felt that the wind and rain were much smaller, and even, the next moment it was a bright moon, the starry sky was thousands of miles, the moonlight was sprinkled, and the forest was much brighter in an instant, but only the darkness behind the man seemed to be untouchable.

"The deity has been sleeping for tens of millions of years, I really don't know what has happened in these ten million years?" As he spoke, the momentum of the middle-aged man's whole body suddenly soared, like a mortal becoming an immortal in one step, "Let the deity see your creation!"

The first time He Yinuo felt this transcendent realm breath was next to the blood pool, on the body of that half-demon and half-god person, or it was the fallen heaven in that mouth!

At that time, he didn't have the slightest ability to resist, and now he has experienced nine deaths and endless disasters, whether it is external strength or inner mind, He Yinuo will not escape, he wants to fight, and he must fight.

The Phantom Moon shines like never before, and tonight is the night of the full moon, and it is also the time when the moonlight is at its peak!

The two of them slowly closed their eyes.

The consciousness of the two people entered another space, the chaotic space created by the man!

Based on the Pure Dao Law of the Two Realms, He Yinuo harnessed the Phantom Moon with the highest light at this moment, fused the magic of the Wu Clan into the soul, condensed the power of the Barbarian Clan in his body, and transformed into his strongest combat state at the moment.

The middle-aged man's originally round and full right hand suddenly became like a dead corpse at this moment, as if it was a demon's claw stretched out from hell, and it grabbed He Yinuo with an endless ancient aura.

Only this claw seems simple, but the ghosts and gods are unstoppable, and before the claw reaches his body, the power of the immortal barbarian witch on He Yinuo's body suddenly dissipates, leaving only the two realms of the Pure Dao Law to resist with the phantom moon.

The moonlight was shining, the heavens and the earth were peaceful, and the silver-white light emitted by this unknown illusory moon magic weapon at this moment covered the entire demon's claws, and there was even a faint sound of "gurgling" bones during the period.

It's just that this phantom moon magic weapon is strong, but the power of the Dao law on He Yinuo's body is in the Xuanshi realm, but the power of the Dao law that comes out gradually weakens after a little resistance, and the demon's claw grabs He Yinuo through the phantom moon.

Once again, a blood-red color appeared in He Yinuo's eyes!!The surging and violent aura in his body slowly began to invade his whole body, including his consciousness. Gradually, He Yinuo seemed to have only blood and the desire to kill left in front of him, and he seemed to be lost in this boundless desolation again.

When the middle-aged man saw this, he didn't seem to be surprised, on the contrary, he showed a weird smile again, "Blood rage, falling into the sky, I can't imagine that you have finally come to this point!"

The man stretched out his arms, and there seemed to be a huge roar in this chaotic space, and a moment later, a huge phantom slowly appeared behind him, like an ancient demon, and a pair of demon wings on his back seemed to cover half of the space, and his red eyes seemed to be devouring everything in this world with thousands of years of anger.

The next moment, an incomparably powerful coercion permeated He Yinuo's whole body, and He Yinuo, who was also red-eyed, suddenly burst out, and a pair of black wings appeared behind him, but the aura on it was different from the huge demon wings, as if it did not belong to this world, but it had not yet taken shape.

At this moment, He Yinuo is no longer He Yinuo, but has become another person driven by the rage of blood, and the consciousness of another person exists in the body, controlling his words and deeds.

And thousands of miles away, beside the dark pool of blood, stood a figure, as if half from hell and half from the human world, the right side of the tall body seemed to be permanently hidden in the darkness, only the hollow red eyes and the lightning-like totemic imprint on the face exuded an aura more terrifying than the darkness.

There didn't seem to be a trace of cultivation aura on his body, but he exuded a coercion that seemed to make the realm tremble.

"Hell Spirit, I can't imagine that it has been tens of thousands of years," He Yinuo stood in the air, but a voice that did not belong to him came from the depths of his soul.