Chapter 1: Extinction

Time is the most ruthless, never to whose concern whose expectation or whose sadness and stay, it always comes and goes quietly, day by day, through the vicissitudes of life, through millions of years in the world.

Now, it's a new day.

The morning light fell on the forest again, a few crisp birdsongs, a few low insects, everything was so quiet and peaceful, as if yesterday's violent storm had never happened.

And the chaotic and bloody scene in the forest, washed by the storm, was washed all night, and the forest was restored to verdant and quiet, who will remember that painful past?

Transparent dew drops gently dripped from the tips of the branches and leaves, and fell on Shen Shi's face, with a slight coolness, seeping from the cheeks into the skin. He slowly woke up from his sleep, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at the quiet forest around him, and the nameless lonely grave beside him.

The little black pig beside him yawned, awoke too, stood up, shook off the rain, dew and water that had remained on its fur during the night, and then looked at the grave as well.

A person and a pig suddenly quieted down, just looked at the grave soil quietly, and I don't know how long later, Shen Shi turned around silently and said:

"Let's go, Blackie. ”

He walked forward, the little black pig followed him two steps, and suddenly looked back at the slightly raised lonely grave, as if he was a little hesitant and a little reluctant, but in the end he still grunted and hummed twice, as if he whispered goodbye to the people in the grave, and then turned around and trotted all the way, chasing Shen Shi who had slowly walked away.

The morning light fell quietly behind them, through the cracks in the branches and leaves, and fell on the nameless lonely grave, and the breeze blew, and a few fresh green grasses poked their heads out of the soil, bathed in a gentle light, and grew quietly and tenaciously.

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After a heavy rain, the whole forest seemed to be damp, and even the air seemed to carry a bit of fresh moisture, washing away all the blood of yesterday.

Shen Shi originally wanted to leave here immediately, but after walking a short distance in the direction of the forest, he stopped, and after thinking silently for a while, he turned around and walked towards the depths of the dense forest.

In the dense trees and bushes, there are gradually some traces of bending and breaking, that is the forest and the heavy rain have not yet covered up the scars of yesterday, Shen Shi looked at these traces coldly, walked forward silently, and it didn't take long to see the place where yesterday's fierce battle of life and death was.

The red blood has been washed away by the heavy rain, and only a few faint traces are still stubbornly remaining here, and on the glade, Qian Yi, who is motionless and unrecognizable, is lying on the ground prostrately.

Shen Shi walked over slowly, frowning slightly and looking at the surrounding scene, he was used to seeing bloodshed and life and death over the years, he was no longer afraid of these dead people's corpses, some were just disgusted.

It's just that although he is disgusted, he knows that the tail of this fierce fight should be erased as much as possible. Qian Yi is not an ordinary casual cultivator who dies and no one cares about him, his background is a serious cultivation sect Xuanjian Sect, and behind the Xuanjian Sect, there is also a very powerful backer Heavenly Sword Palace, which is also ranked among the four righteous in the world, even in the face of Lingxiao Sect, the Heavenly Sword Palace will not have the slightest weakness.

Such a powerful force is by no means something he can provoke.

He didn't regret killing Qian Yi in the slightest, but it was also his duty to protect himself from trouble as much as possible. Yesterday, listening to the meaning of Nangong Ying's words, the sect should have known that he had appeared and sent someone to pick him up. After going through so many ups and downs, Shen Shi at this moment was extremely nostalgic for the peaceful years of meditation and cultivation on Qingyu Island when he was under the Lingxiao Sect, and he was more eager than ever to return to the Lingxiao Sect.

Before that, he didn't want any accidents to happen at all.

The heavy rain washed away most of the blood stains and blurred almost all the footprints on the ground, which saved Shen Shi a lot of things, but the most important and crucial thing was the corpse of Qian Yi in front of him. Shen Shi stood in place and thought for a while, then stepped forward, grabbed Qian Yi's arms, and dragged him deeper into the dense forest.

After only walking a few steps, he quickly found that there were traces of drag on the ground, and after hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth, but he grabbed Qian Yi's body, left the ground, carried it on his shoulder, and then walked deeper into the depths of the dense forest.

As we walked, the bushes and thorns and the surrounding trees grew denser and denser, and gradually there was little place to stay, and no one had ever set foot here in the past many years.

The little black pig seemed to be shuttling freely, with rough skin and thick flesh and was not afraid of those thorn barbs, and had been following Shen Shi's side, Shen Shi glanced back, it was quite far away from the place where the fierce fight was yesterday, and after standing here and being blocked by the trees, he couldn't see that place at all.

He thought for a moment, but continued to walk forward for a while, and only after completely hiding in a place where no one had appeared in the center of the forest did he let go of Qian Yi's body.

Glancing coldly at the dead man, with a flick of his right hand, a fiery fireball appeared in his palm, and a moment later, at his urging, the fireball landed on the corpse and began to burn. The body of the Ning Yuan Realm monk was very strong in life, but after death, when he lost his vitality and his aura was exhausted, his body would quickly soften and collapse, and under the power of this fireball technique, Qian Yi's body was quickly burned to ashes.

The fire ignited and slowly extinguished, reflected in Shen Shi's pupils, it was also like two burning flames, after watching him turn into ashes, Shen Shi stepped forward to dig up the soil stones, covering these ashes, given time, it would not be long before this place would merge with the surrounding forest, and there would be no longer the slightest abnormality.

It's just that when he started it, he suddenly stared, but in the ashes he saw a cloth bag made of non-silk and I don't know what material it was made of, lying in the ashes and not being burned. Shen Shi frowned, reached over and picked up the bag, flipped it over, and recognized that this cloth bag was a very common storage bag in the cultivation realm.

This kind of storage bag is also called Ruyi Bag, although the name is similar, but it is different from the small Ruyi Ring that he bought temporarily on Qingyu Island, Ruyi Bag is actually a serious magic weapon, both in terms of material and method of production, it is completely different from the temporary goods of the small Ruyi Ring.

The fixed storage space in the Ruyi bag is at least five times more than that of the small Ruyi ring, and this space is very stable, easy not to be damaged, and can be maintained for a long time, at least for hundreds of years, so in many cases, the Ruyi bag is a standing item for monks in the Hongmeng cultivation realm.

However, since it is a serious magic weapon, the Ruyi bag is also the same as other magic weapons, which can only be used with the urging of spiritual power, and the threshold of the user is also the one that is recognized, that is, the Ning Yuan Realm. In addition, the price of a Ruyi bag is not cheap, and not all Ning Yuan Realm monks can have it, at least Shen Shi still remembers that when he was a child on the first floor of Tianyi, he saw that many Dao practitioners had cultivated to the Ning Yuan Realm, and looked at the Ruyi bag on the counter in the store with a longing expression.

It's just that I didn't expect that this Qian Yi would actually have a wishful bag on his body, it seems that he is backed by a famous family, even if it is just a lower door under the Heavenly Sword Palace, his life will not be too bad.

Shen Shi tried to use his spiritual power to probe into this Ruyi bag, but the Ruyi bag did not react, Shen Shi shook his head, and sighed in his heart, if he didn't reach the Ning Yuan Realm, everything was really like an ant, and he couldn't do anything.

Casually putting the storage bag in his arms, Shen Shi quickly disposed of the remaining ashes, covered them with soil and stones, stood up and looked around again, and after confirming that it was correct, he turned around and left here.

Walking all the way back to the place where yesterday's fierce battle took place, Shen Shi was busy again, erasing all the traces of the duel he saw as much as possible, although there were still some broken tree branches that could not be restored to their original state, but Shen Shi still arranged this place as much as possible to look like it was, and in the middle, he also found the spirit sword that Qian Yi made yesterday in a piece of sewage.

Holding the hilt of the sword, he picked it up and looked at it, only to see that the blade of the sword was sharp, and the hand was gentle, and there were two words engraved on the hilt: Xuanjian, Shen Shi knew that some major cultivation sects often have halls dedicated to refining magic weapons, like there is a hall in the Lingxiao Sect, which specializes in refining various magic weapons.

And the spirit sword in front of them looks like the Xuanjian Gate, or the location of the similar instrument hall in the Heavenly Sword Palace behind them, which specially refines a batch of spirit sword magic weapons with the same regulations, which is also another place where the famous sects are stronger than the scattered cultivation, and the chances of their disciples getting the magic weapons are far easier than those of the scattered cultivation.

However, this kind of magic weapon with the same regulation is much simpler to refine, but the power is relatively ordinary, of course, the magic weapon is the magic weapon, the magic weapon is the magic weapon, once it is in the hands of the cultivators of the Ning Yuan Realm, the power is definitely not to be underestimated, I don't know how many scattered cultivators in the world, I dream of getting a spirit sword magic weapon refined by a famous sect.

But at the moment, Shen Shi has no intention of staying by his side, there is no trace of special identity on the Ruyi bag, looking at the world, no one will see anything unusual when he takes it out, but once this spirit sword engraved with the Xuanjian is seen, it will be the source of trouble.

Shen Shi disposed of this place, and after covering up all traces as much as possible, he went in another direction, and also buried this spirit sword deep under a tree in another inaccessible forest, and from then on, it would be difficult for this spirit sword to see the light of day again.

After doing all this, he looked up at the sky, and through the light between the branches and leaves, he could already see the sun rising.

He didn't delay any longer, and just took the little black pig out of the forest.

When the light in front of him came back to light, when the field, the river, and the unknown village came into his sight again, he exhaled softly, as if the new day had not really begun until now.

He didn't go any closer to the village, he crossed the river directly from the edge of the forest, and then walked towards the front of the field with the little black pig, Nangong Ying had told him that the people sent by the Ling Xiao Sect to pick him up would meet him in the Sanchun Tower in Broken Moon City in ten days. Then what he can do now is to rush to the city called Broken Moon City as soon as possible.

The breeze blew from the front of the field, and the little black pig, who had been a little depressed and unhappy after coming out of the forest, looked at the wide and vast plain in front of him, looked at the verdant meadows and wildflowers everywhere, and suddenly seemed to be in a much better mood, and began to fly with all four hooves, running around, chasing those butterflies and wild bees collecting honey from time to time, or sniffing everywhere, beside the beautiful wildflowers that occasionally appeared in the grass, inhaling deeply and smelling the fragrance.

Before you know it, it seems to be happy again.

Seeing the appearance of the little black pig, Shen Shiwu's heavy mood also relaxed, and he sighed in his heart, and at the same time thought of the fierce battle yesterday, he also had a faint fear in his heart.

A monk of the Ning Yuan Realm is definitely superior to him in terms of Dao strength, not to mention anything else, but if that spirit sword is really cut down, in the case of being unable to dodge, Shen Shi will definitely not be able to take it. It's just that there are so many ifs in life?

What about a Condensing Yuan Realm cultivator, it's not ......

Shen Shi's footsteps suddenly froze, his brows furrowed, and he faintly thought of something in his heart, all kinds of spells cast by his spiritual power yesterday, even Qian Yi, a monk who had cultivated to the Ning Yuan Realm, would be injured, did that mean that his spiritual power, at least in the mysterious and condensed spiritual power in his eyebrows, might also be close to the strength of the Ning Yuan Realm?

He thought for a while, and took out the Ruyi bag from his arms, when he tried this Ruyi bag in the forest before, he used the spiritual power in the ordinary qi veins in his body, and the Ruyi bag had no reaction to it, and at this moment, he slowly urged the spiritual power in the eyebrows, and cautiously leaned into this Ruyi bag again.