Barren wilderness, barren graves. No inscriptions, no sacrifices. Even the soil on the dry grave has collapsed because of the passage of time and the wind and sun.

Chen Yijian may feel that scolding alone cannot vent his dissatisfaction. So he walked to the grave, looked at the caving pit, and kicked a piece of gravel into it.

I only listened to the gravel colliding in the pit several times, and finally made a soft noise and fell to the bottom of the pit.

However, the sound of gravel hitting the ground couldn't help but make Chen Yijian frown. Through the bright moonlight, Chen Yijian squinted his eyes and looked into the pit. I saw that in the pit of five or six zhang, there were layers of layers, and it was all white bones. Some of the white bones still have crimson blood remaining.

Chen Yijian really never regarded himself as a good person in his heart, but looking at the white bones full of pits, Chen Yijian couldn't help but feel a trace of anger in his heart. I don't know how deep this pit is, but it's just these bones. I'm afraid there aren't a hundred or so people, so it's not enough to fill it at all.

Thinking of the current situation in Middle-earth, the world is turbulent and wars are raging. Innocent people are displaced, hovering on the brink of life and death. Chen Yijian felt quite unpleasant in his heart. In addition, the ghosts and ghosts take advantage of the chaos, especially those so-called immortals, not only do not care about the suffering of the people, but are still enjoying the people's incense there with peace of mind.

What's even more hateful is that some people still hold them high above their heads.

For these, Chen Yijian didn't want to talk too much. I don't have the heart to say it, and I don't have the need to say it. But one day they finally figured it out and stopped believing in the gods, and they were retaliated against by the gods. Chen Yijian will still trample the so-called gods under his feet as he did in the small town. Just like all the people in his hometown, he completely overthrew and destroyed the divine power that he thought was high.

The long knife on his waist was once again held in his hand by Chen Yijian. Since the mountain and water here can give birth to a corpse into a ghost, it must be able to give birth to a second and a third one later. After all, I am just passing by, and I can't always remind the world not to bury the dead here. Then use the long knife in your hand to completely cut off the luck here.

Clear light, reflecting the moonlight flowing on the narrow blade.

Just as Chen Yijian was about to raise the long knife in his hand, he was suddenly interrupted by an old voice.

"Young man, don't think that if you are a monk on the thirteenth floor, you can do whatever you want in the world. Although the world is big, there are many things that you can't touch. ”

As this voice fell, Chen Yijian saw that from the grave, on the pile of white bones, an old man with white hair appeared leisurely. Dressed in a gray robe, with an elegant smile on his face. With his feet four or five feet off the ground, he hovered in mid-air and looked at Chen Yijian.

Chen Yijian also looked at the old man, and also showed a bright smile on his face.

Chen Yijian didn't speak, just looked at the old man and smiled. The long knife in his hand did not retract its scabbard because of the appearance of the old man. Although he couldn't see the old man's cultivation realm, he also knew in his heart that his realm was definitely below the other party. But this did not prevent him from being able to kill the old man.

The way of cultivation is a journey, although there is a division of realms. But it doesn't mean that if two people are not in the same realm, or the realm is lower than the other, they can't kill each other. The distinction between realms is just a matter of how far the world has gone on the path of cultivation in order to make themselves clearer. Perhaps the distinction between realms is useful for those who only distinguish between victory and defeat. But when it's time to decide life and death, it's just a decoration.

After all, the realm is dead, and people are alive. Who knows what terrifying potential a person will show when facing death? As far as Chen Yijian knows, there was a similar example a hundred years ago.

An eighteenth-floor monk at the peak of the Sixth Realm, for some reason, started a life-and-death battle with a twelfth-floor monk at the peak of the Middle Sixth Realm. At first, the eighteenth-floor monk relied on his cultivation that was too much higher than his opponent, and he had been pressing the twelfth-floor monk and beating him violently. But when he thought that he had the victory in his hands and could easily kill him at any time, an accident happened.

The monk, who had been beaten passively from beginning to end, didn't know what means he used, and finally killed the eighteenth-floor monk under the sword. Although, in the end, he paid a heavy price. But compared to the monk who died under his sword, he didn't know how much better.

Therefore, human potential is the most terrifying force in the world.

Chen Yijian has traveled all over the world over the years, although most of them go to those famous mountains and rivers. But the poor mountains and bad waters in the middle are naturally not less. Then the moment of life and death, not to mention.

looked at Chen Yijian, who didn't speak, just stared at his silly and happy heart. The old man didn't know why, but he had an uneasy thought. It's weird, and it's funny. I know that my realm is higher than that of a teenager, but I just have such thoughts.

glanced around Chen Yijian again, but still couldn't find the reason. This made the smile on the old man's face a little unnatural, and he also felt a trace of disgust towards Chen Yijian in his heart.

A cold snort came from the old man's nose, and he said in an indifferent tone: "Although my disciple died at your hands, he is also to blame. But if you want to beat my luck, then I advise you to die of this heart. ”

Chen Yijian was happy, looked at the serious expression on the old man's face and said, "What if I must insist?"

The old man seemed to be amused by Chen Yijian's words: "Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do it." ”

Chen Yijian sighed, and then saw his figure disappear in place. The next moment, he appeared behind the old man, raised the long knife in his hand, and slashed at the old man's back with a single sword.

The old man didn't turn around, and his body hovering in mid-air quickly moved sideways to the left. At the same time, there was an extra long sword in his hand, and in the process of moving sideways, he turned his body to Chen Yijian, and swung his sword to block the long knife he had chopped again.

The long knife flowing with Qinghui was scattered at the touch of the long sword.

The vacated body kicked the old man's chest with one kick, and was blocked by the old man's horizontal sword in the chest. With the power of the rebound, Chen Yijian quickly opened up the distance between the old men. But he didn't rush to make a move, but landed on his feet and frowned tightly.

Seeing that Chen Yijian had no intention of making another move, the old man also stood in front of him with his sword and did not make a move on Chen Yijian. An elegant smile appeared on his face again, and he looked at Chen Yijian, who was frowning as if he was making a decision, and said: "You and I don't have any festivals, there is no need to really divide you into life and death." If you have anything else to do, you can just go. The shot just now should be regarded as a fate of not knowing each other. ”

Chen Yijian glanced at the old man and did not speak. But he was secretly complaining in his heart: "I knew that I wouldn't leave the Ding and the stone there, what a girl who has never been wronged." ”

"I didn't play well today, and I'll find a chance to fight you next time. Chen Yijian, who suddenly burst out, disappeared in place in an instant, leaving only this one sentence, which made the old man smile bitterly.

The old man suddenly remembered something, and asked the young man who had long since disappeared, "I haven't asked you what your name is." ”

"Chen Yijian!"

The young man's voice rang out from nowhere, echoing for a long time in the wilderness where there was no one but the old man.

Looking up at the bright moon above his head, the old man silently read Chen Yijian's name in his mouth. The figure gradually dissipated from mid-air. It's not like the dissipation of death when Chen Yijian smashed the female ghost and the house with a single sword, but the kind of dissipation that can still feel the existence of the old man.

The withered yellow weeds, in the night breeze and in the moonlight, swayed gently.

It's like a girl with a graceful posture, dancing gently.