The moonlight at night could not be transmitted through the dense trees of the jade bamboo forest, but there was still the afterglow of the moon through the gaps between the branches and branches, and the narrowness between the leaves, slowly bringing a little light to the woods.

Su Changyan and the White Rakshasa were sitting on a mat with their backs to the tree at the moment, which might have been the couch of some beast, but now it seemed to be gone.

The white rakshasa holds its breath and regulates its breath, runs the mental method, and the power flows in the meridians, and the white rakshasa's mind also runs with the exercise. She was pleasantly surprised to find that it seemed that the energy contained in the meridians was more abundant than when it was blocked before, and there were countless jubilant energy vortices singing in her body.

Although she was overjoyed, the White Rakshasa was still carefully inspecting, and she found that the places where the energy vortex was reversed were the ones that had been attacked by the Blood Vine Thorn before. It seemed that something was left behind when forcing them out of the body, no wonder the Blood Vine Thorn body was so weak that it was easily beaten to the ground.

The white rakshasa didn't know that the blood thorns of the blood vine thorns were also its essence, and those blood thorns before were not completely forced out of the body, and the remaining blood thorns were transformed into her own energy step by step under the washing of the strange energy that was originally full of her meridians.

The heart of the white rakshasa is called the heart of Vientiane, the meaning of the law of all things Paul, its origin is not examinable, only know that when the exercise is perfect, it will eventually become the power of the rivers and lakes. Its characteristic is that it can absorb and transform all energy into its own power, but before the White Rakshasa practice has not yet reached home, it cannot use this ability. This time, she opened the meridians by chance, and the energy contained before was extremely huge, and under the continuous washing, it actually helped her cultivate the exercises to the realm of great success!

The joy of Dacheng made the white Rakshasa feel agitated, many years of practice is for today's moment, I always thought that I would not have a chance until I was thirty years old, but now I can achieve Dacheng at the age of twenty!

Thinking about the hardships of the past years of cultivation, when the Master found himself out, he took himself away. The little child said goodbye to his father and mother, and worked hard under Yuxue Peak for more than ten years, but when he returned, he heard that someone had already impersonated him, touched the scar on his face and left with tears. The rivers and lakes are famous but they can't recognize their parents, only by constantly moving forward and forging ahead, which day they stand on the top of the rivers and lakes, can they recognize their parents again.

When walking alone, I often think of my father's voice, and sometimes I hate, why my father and mother can't recognize themselves and take the imposter as their own. I almost rushed into the house many times, but I was still afraid, afraid that my father and mother would show a disappointed look on their faces.

After all, that name is no longer representing herself, she is already a symbol, a symbol, if she stands up by herself, whether it is true or false, I am afraid that she will become a laughing stock.

There is also that agreement, I am just curious, in fact, it has nothing to do with me for a long time. I strayed here this time because of that agreement, and in my heart, I still can't get rid of that name. But now that the Vientiane Mind Method has been completed, everything can be let go, because everything that was lost before seems to be able to be recovered. But it doesn't seem to matter that much.

In the past, there was also the company of the master, although the master was strict, but also loving, although the cultivation is not easy, but during the Chinese New Year, the master will also take himself down the mountain to see the fireworks in the world. When he was six years old, Master gave him a rabbit lamp, but Master died when he was fifteen.

The cold wind of Yuxue Peak is biting and frozen, but it is a companion on the road of his own growth. I don't dare to forget Master's earnest teachings before he died, and Master didn't let him go home in those years, I'm afraid that he had already seen that fake person.

No, maybe the person who is the fake person at the moment, the person who shouldn't exist. Stay here like this, Qingteng Gumu, cultivate yourself, after all, the original world, in fact, has long been unwelcome.

No one noticed that the underside of the tree, which had still had some glimmer of light, was now completely shrouded in inky black, and the heavy blackness was like an all-pervasive curtain that closed everything. And the chirping of some animals, which was originally there, seemed to be covered up by ink at the moment, and everything was so silent that it seemed to be subsumed into the eternal night.

Su Changyan has not been settled, he has been on guard, and he feels lonely at the moment, and his mood is a little indescribably comfortable.

It doesn't feel right, it's not right to feel this comfort when you're in danger.

Su Changyan opened his eyes instantly, and everything he could see was black, without a trace of light.

"White Rakshasa!" Su Changyan shouted.

No response. Even Su Changyan obviously felt that he was shouting, but he couldn't hear his own voice.

It's not right, everything is wrong here.

Su Changyan knew that the White Rakshasa was sitting not far from him, and he should be able to reach out and reach it. He didn't feel anything when he touched it, but his hand was hindered. Then the white rakshasa was still at his side, maintaining a cross-kneeled posture. It shows that he is not in a strange space, but it seems that the sound cannot be communicated, and the sense of touch has been deprived.

At this time, a hand patted Su Changyan's shoulder.

The touch on the hands has been stripped away, but the back seems to be responsive.

I don't know if you heard the legend when you were a kid that when you walk in the dark of night, if someone taps you on the shoulder, you must not turn back.

Because it is a lone wolf walking in the night, if you turn back, the lone wolf will bite you off.

When Su Changyan was a child, to be exact, before he was five years old, when his mother was still alive, in the face of him who was unwilling to sleep, his mother told this story on a rainy night.

"Yan'er, you must not turn back. ”

"Mother, what should I do?"

"Keep going, going forward, going where there is light. The wolf is scared and will naturally leave. ”

There is no turning back.

The hand clapped again.

But mother, it's so dark here, so quiet, it seems to be in the dark all the time, how can I get to the light?

Su Changyan also patted the white rakshasa, but she still didn't move. He didn't know what she was doing at the moment, and he didn't dare to interrupt forcibly.

The hand behind him slapped again, but Su Changyan still ignored it.

Then he felt the hot air blowing on his neck, and the rough hair rubbed against his neck.

Su Changyan did not move. When I looked up, it was still a heavy night, and when I opened my eyes, it was black, and I couldn't see any light at all.

He even felt a few drops of saliva dripping down the back of his neck, and the sticky and greasy touch made Su Changyan goosebumps rise.

He was leaning back against the tree, so what was behind him should be lying on the tree at the moment, and he couldn't turn back, but he couldn't attack either. He was so close to him, but he couldn't feel its position at all, except for the touch of his back.

The rough furry claws rested on his shoulders and did not move away. Su Changyan could feel its sharp claws revealing from its fingertips, gently pressing against his shoulder at the moment, and feeling the heat getting closer and closer to the back of his neck.

This is the moment.

Su Changyan supported the ground with one hand, and the whole person turned up and back, while the dagger firmly held in his hand stabbed directly into its throat. With such close contact, you can already judge its location. It was still pitch black, but a whimper was clearly heard. The shoulder was bruised by its claws, but it still didn't care much at the moment.

After Su Changyan quickly solved the things behind him, his feet collapsed the trunk of the tree and he rolled over and landed again. Although I couldn't see everything around me clearly, I still looked at the top of the tree with my senses.

Just a moment of contact, I already felt that this was a wolf, but I didn't know what kind of wolf it was, bringing such a deep ink, as if everything was shrouded in eternal night, the whole world was black, there was no sound and no light.

Su Changyan looked at the big tree, and a light suddenly appeared on the tree, to be exact, a pair of eyes glowing green.

Wolves have always been social animals, and if there is one, there must be several more around.

But at the moment, it doesn't seem to be as dark as it was just now.

"White Rakshasa!" Su Changyan shouted loudly.

Unfortunately, there has been no response.

Damn, I don't know what the hell is going on with her.

In fact, the white rakshasa didn't know what was going on with her, as the night enveloped, with the advent of the eternal night, she was deeply immersed in her past, deeply trapped in her own remorse, and even had the feeling of abandoning herself.

However, it seems that just now, the heaviness that suppressed me was a little lighter, as if someone was still shouting about himself.

Who is it?

Is it Master?

Master has left him forever, so who else will there be?

No, it's not Master, Master knows His name.

So who is it, probably an unimportant person, so let's continue to practice by myself.

Su Changyan was still confronting several wolves in the tree, and after one died, he could see the eyes of those wolves clearly, and even hear the movements of the wolves. Although I can't see the body clearly, these sounds are enough.

Several wolves attacked left and right, desperately attacking Su Changyan. Su Changyan held the long sword that the white Rakshasa gave him before, and the sword shadow fluttered.

It's a pity that this struggle was contained in the thick night, no one saw it, Su Changyan had never used swordsmanship, but his swordsmanship was so exquisite, provoking stabbing and slashing, the swords were in place, and those wolves were already injured.

But the most terrible wolf is the wounded wolf, full of loneliness and resentment. They split into a fan shape to confront Su Changyan, and at this moment, they howled to the sky together, and the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers shook the mountains and fields.

And when they howled, it seemed that the black that had been covered by them was also sucked into their bodies, and they saw the surroundings re-light up little by little, and the previous eternal night seemed to return to normal.

Su Changyan was used to not being able to see, and in an instant, the darkness decreased, and he finally saw the wolves in front of him, a total of five.

At this moment, after they devoured the darkness, the previous wounds on their bodies seemed to heal, and their bodies also crackled and made a sound of bony swelling, which seemed to be twice as large as the one who fell to the ground.

And the white rakshasa was behind them, her eyes still closed, and between her eyebrows was a dead look!

The situation is not good.

It's a must!

Su Changyan did not show any timidity in the face of the growing wolves, and raised his sword to take the lead, the speed was so fast, the action was decisive, and before the wolves could react, he had already stabbed a wolf through it.

Four!