The sky was gray, and the clouds were churning, just as oppressive as the boundaries of the land. The four fields were eeriely silent and lifeless, except for the howling wind, everything was like the beginning of chaos. Desolate to the point of insolence, it is terrifying. He Yinuo subconsciously wrapped his clothes tightly and shrank under the roots of the dead old tree.

The drooping eyelids moved slightly, and the wind that kept tearing seemed to be mixed with the heavy wheezing sound of some creature, which was extremely majestic. However, this is the only light in this dead land. He Yinuo dragged his frightened and tired body and walked towards the source of the sound.

About half a pillar of incense passed, I saw the skull of a giant beast more than 100 feet tall pressed to the ground, surrounded by black gas, and it was extremely terrifying. Is it the wheezing sound of this thing? He Yinuo forced the fear in his heart and slowly approached, looking at the white eye holes, he faintly felt something connected, but he couldn't say it. When he looked up at those eyes again, He Yinuo's eyes were dark and he fell into a coma.

It was a pair of eyes as empty as the fire of hell.

"Brother, brother, wake up, accompany me to find Uncle Long, I want a wood carving!!" With the girl's cheerful and eager voice, He Yinuo woke up from the dream, put his hand on his forehead, and gasped deeply, afraid for a while: Fortunately, it was just a dream!

Looking at the majestic rain outside the window, He Yinuo looked up at the girl and smiled, "Xueman, it's raining so hard outside, and you're recovering from a serious illness, let's go another day, right?"

The girl in front of her, who was called Xueman by He Yinuo, was a sister who was three years younger than He Yinuo, and she usually liked to stick to He Yinuo, and He Yinuo also doted on her very much.

He Xueman was dressed in a pink dress, with a belt dyed with gold silk wrapped around her waist, her skin was white, her lips were like a little fat, she was as delicate as a fairy, and there were two small dimples embedded in her immature cheeks.

Xue Man hugged He Yinuo's arm and said softly. He Yinuo glanced at her and said, "I know that I eat you, right?" Go and bring the rain and remember, don't let grandma see it. Otherwise, it's not like I won't go with you. Xue Man smiled and narrowed her eyes, her eyes flashing with cunning, very proud.

After getting dressed, the two secretly went out of the house, He Yinuo walked behind, watching Xueman's cheerful back gradually be hazy by the rain and fog. For a while, I couldn't help but feel sad in my heart: since I can remember, I don't know who my father and mother are. Until now, he has lived with his grandmother and Xueman, living in this calm and peaceful riverside village. On weekdays, Uncle Zhao in the neighborhood will also teach him to play the flute. And now I want to see Uncle Long, is a blind man on the mountain behind the village, although his eyes are blind, but he is literate, and he has a unique skill of carving seals, almost all the tombstone inscriptions in the village are all carved by this Uncle Long, and the relationship between the brothers and sisters and Uncle Long is very good, and they go to see him every once in a while. And Uncle Long also takes care of them like his own children, and he is happy, and He Yinuo is also quite nostalgic for this fatherly love.

Recently, He Yinuo will always have similar nightmares on rainy nights, every time he wakes up from a dream sweating, and every time it is a different scene, and the strangest thing is everything in the dream, he seems to have experienced it! It is too weird, He Yinuo told his grandmother about it, and grandma was helpless, but she always said that there must be a way.

Unconsciously, the two of them have come to the back mountain, on the towering mountain, scattered with graves, this is the resting place of generations of villagers in the riverside village, and at the same time, it is also the most solemn place for the people in the small village.

He Yinuo stood in front of a relatively high grave, feeling a two-inch stone hanging on his chest in his hand, his eyes showed a little sadness and confusion, and said softly, "Daddy, Xue Man and I have come to see you again." ”

Xue Man on the side also put away the frolicking and lively on weekdays, bent down, slowly wiped the rain on the tombstone inscription, looking at the tomb in front of them that was not much different from the surroundings, both of them knew clearly in their hearts that there was nothing in it, they didn't know where their father and mother had gone, and they didn't even know their father's name, and every time they asked their grandmother, grandma always kept it secret and refused to say, only saying that the stone was the only relic of his parents. For this reason, He Yinuo cried with his grandmother several times when he was a child.

The cold wind carried the torrential rain, the biting coolness surrounded the two, between the heaven and the earth, under the sky, thunder bursts, the electric light was dazzling, and the rain was denser!

A thunderbolt seemed to shake the heavens and the earth, which seemed to be mixed with the sound of "bell, bell", the two looked up curiously, only to see two phantoms in the northwest direction in the air, accompanied by the purple and white light that appeared from time to time, but it was not real. He Xueman subconsciously approached his brother, and He Yinuo had heard of cultivating the true Dao since he was a child, and when he saw this scene, his first thought was that he was a cultivator. He Yinuo took Xue Man and walked cautiously to the hidden place, although he knew in his heart that he had no grievances with others, but he still felt that it was better to avoid it, so as not to cause trouble.

However, it backfired, although the two consciously avoided it, but the people in the air were getting closer and closer, and judging from the glow emitted by the magic weapon, there was a tendency to intensify.

He Yinuo and the others retreated to a slope beside them, where there was a long-aged cypress tree, which could cover the figures of the two and block most of the wind and rain. At this time, the two of them suddenly stopped fighting in the air, holding magic weapons, guarding against each other, He Yinuo hid behind the tree and looked at them tightly, although he couldn't see the appearance of the two clearly, but it could still be seen that the two of them were wearing the same blue and white robes, and the magic weapons in their hands were white and purple. He Yinuo's eyes revealed unprecedented longing and longing.

"Senior brother, don't be obsessed anymore, you and I have both been blessed by the Heavenly Dao, why do you want to go against the grain?" The voice of the owner of the purple light magic weapon was eager, even if the rain was noisy, He Yinuo could hear the words clearly.

"Hmph, obsessed, I think it's you, if you want to achieve great things, why bother to refuse this subsection. The person holding the white mang's magic weapon spoke in an indifferent tone, as if he was talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

"Senior brother, since you have stepped into the state of mind of the virtual realm, and you will have few opponents in the future, why do you want to listen to the demagogy of the people who believe in the moon and do such humiliating and deviant things?"

"Haha, good, what a deviant!" "I can't tell the sad and joyful laughter, hidden in the rain, the torrential rain hit the faces of the two, between the lightning and thunder, the white mang's magic weapon gradually emitted a brilliant brilliance, and it actually engulfed the figures of the two.

The person holding the purple light has a serious expression, as if he is facing a great enemy, and in the white light, his eyes reveal infinite regret and resentment, and there is a trace of helplessness and relief.

The purple light rises, and the white light is dazzling, reflecting each other. Both of them had a strong war intent in their eyes, and there was nothing else in their eyes except for each other. At this time, even the rain could not approach the two of them, and they turned invisible in the three feet, this is a battle of life and death!

He Yinuo held his breath nervously under the tree, for fear of being discovered, but he refused to let go of such a scene, and his eyes kept moving with their figures. Another lightning bolt pierced the sky, and the white light instantly overwhelmed the purple light, and then, there was an earth-shattering loud noise, and the power of countless Dao law collisions quickly dispersed around, wave after wave, and with the help of the rain, it became invisible and tangible, He Yinuo couldn't see the movements of the two, and he didn't know who had the upper hand, but he was even more frightened to look at this scene beyond cognition, the wind and clouds reversed, the storm rose, the snow man next to him grabbed He Yinuo's arm, his petite face was pale, He Yinuo hugged her, and whispered, "Don't be afraid." ”

After about a cup of tea, the rain slowed down, and the fighting methods of the two in the air seemed to have reached a fever pitch, and the few small peaks closest to them were scarred, and the smooth cuts and chaotic ravines showed the intensity of the fight. He Yinuo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, this place was not affected.

In mid-air, the decline of the purple light became more and more powerful, and it seemed that it had reached its limit. Sure enough, there was a scream of pain, a sudden burst of white light, and the person holding the purple magic weapon was knocked down, and he fell heavily ten zhang away from He Yinuo, getting closer, and seeing more clearly.

The person who fell was slightly fat, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and an extraordinary aura, holding a purple short stick, the light was dim, and the other person who was constantly approaching, holding a white fairy sword, looked even more handsome and chic under the white light, and was extraordinary. However, those eyes that showed murderous intent made He Yinuo feel eerie.

The man lying on the ground looked at him, a smile gradually appeared on his face, panting, let the wind and rain beat, accompanied by a few coughs, blood slowly left from the corners of his mouth, he looked up at the sky, his eyes revealed a little stubbornness and unwillingness, and a little bit of ridicule and disdain for this world, he tried his last strength, and said angrily, "Cultivate the truth, step on the road to heaven, it is not fateful, it is far away, the love is deep, regret the beginning, the ridiculous sky is like an ant, for whom is crazy and sad for whom!!"

A bolt of lightning, a thunderbolt, as if it were a symphony from the soul. The person holding the fairy sword stopped, his brows trembled slightly, there was an extremely painful struggle on his face, his hands clenched and trembled like a wailing sword body, the blood was low, and he said word by word

"You're looking for death!!"

Reciting the recipe in his mouth, the fairy sword pierced through the body of the slightly chubby man fiercely, and plunged straight into the deep earth. For a moment, it seemed to freeze frame.

"Ahh

"Who?" The man holding the fairy sword turned his head to see that his eyebrows were filled with killing intent.

He Yinuo took Xue Man's hand and said, "Run!" But no matter how fast he runs, how can he compare to the exercises of cultivators? But in an instant, the person who was still ten zhang away stood in front of them. Xue Man grabbed He Yinuo's hand tightly, and He Yinuo subconsciously comforted: "Don't be afraid."

The red eyes of the person in front of him glowed with bloodthirsty light, staring at the brother and sister fiercely like the Nine Demons.

"You, all, got, die!" word by word, as if it was the low roar of a beast, the white light gradually brightened, and the breath of death hit like a brother and sister, He Yinuo hugged Xue Man tightly, although he was a young age, but at this moment his heart became extraordinarily calm, and for a moment it seemed to be back in that dream, lonely and helpless; Although he was reluctant, he could not do it. The rain slipped down, and time seemed to freeze at this moment, sealed forever, and became eternal.

"Roar!!" a low roar like a dragon's groan resounded throughout the back mountain.

The person holding the fairy sword was shocked, turned sideways, between the lightning and flint, almost subconsciously blocked the fairy sword in his hand in front of him, but about three breaths of time passed, there was no sound, except for the sound of the dragon groaning echoed in the valley, the light of the white fairy sword disappeared instantly, the glow dissipated, and in this way, in the silence, the fairy sword broke into two sections, fell and inserted into the soil.

Immediately after that, a beam of blood sprayed on the blade of the sword, and the person who was still full of murderous aura stopped breathing, leaving behind a look of surprise and disbelief, and the fear revealed in his eyes was the final end of his life.