Qiangu opened his eyes with difficulty, his right eye was overflowing with blood, and he ripped off the corner of his clothes and tied up his right eye. The scene in front of him is no longer the familiar land of Yuzhou, there is a vast lake here, the lake water with waves of superimposed water lines, pushing towards the shore, the lake water is extremely clear, but there is no bottom.

Behind the thousands of miles of mountains criss-crossed, there is often a whistling wind, with the fragrance of cinnamon. His awakening did not take away his memory, but made me remember the vicissitudes of life even more, he couldn't read the wrinkles full of ravines, but had an indescribable familiarity.

Qiangu stood up and looked around with his left eye, he sniffed the direction where the cinnamon fragrance came from, and walked tremblingly, the long knife he was holding before had long since disappeared, and those Wu clan disciples also disappeared, only he fell here.

He walked hundreds of steps and saw a stone tablet with four words written on it that he did not recognize. He rubbed the stele to see it more clearly, but when he erased it with the palm of his hand, the text disappeared silently.

He couldn't help but feel the suspense of this place, and he felt that something was calling him at the end of the cinnamon fragrance in the distance, and he turned around and walked into the mountain forest without looking back. He drew the dagger hanging from his waist, bit it into his mouth, and opened the jungle with both hands. Qiangu's breathing gradually became intense, and he noticed that his physical strength was not as good as some time ago, and his stomach was rumbling at this time.

He rested for a moment, and hurried to get up, he had to get out of this jungle before it got dark, and the aroma of osmanthus was getting denser and denser, but intermittently. It may take a few more hours for the cinnamon that leads the way to disappear.

A hazy mist rose in the sky, and through the cooing sound, Qiangu stepped into a swamp, and he found that the swamp was full of eggs, the size of a head. Regardless of the danger, Qiangu directly smashed an egg with one punch and ate it directly, and the nutrition of the food made Qiangu's pale face improve.

The sky had darkened, the cooing in the swamp had become more intense, and a figure glowing with blue light had emerged, looking down and biting eggs, and he turned his head to find Qian Gu standing on the other side, licking his tongue with bloodthirsty desire.

He stepped quickly, straight towards Qiangu, who held the dagger in his right hand and plunged directly in front of him. The blue light figure did not pause at all, and directly stretched out his mouth to devour Qiangu, and Qiangu directly inserted a dagger into his forehead, but was directly shocked back by the dagger.

Sweat broke out on the top of Qiangu's head, "What kind of creature is this, the flesh is so strong!" He took a few steps back, and once again cleaned up to resist, Qiangu's palm was grazed, blood flowed out, and dripped onto the dagger. The blue figure trembled as if he saw something he shouldn't see, but he still had longing in his mouth.

It couldn't speak, and kept struggling in place, and finally he gave up the struggle, plopped, knelt on the ground, and bowed to Qiangu. His fingers kept drawing strokes on his chest, as if reminding Qiangu to follow him to draw strokes on his chest.

Qiangu understood what he meant, and drew strokes on his chest, but nothing happened. The blue figure pointed at the blood on his dagger, Qiangu hesitated for a while, bit his fingertips, learned his way on his chest, and finally drew a pattern, Qiangu couldn't understand this pattern, at the moment of painting, his chest was flushed red, and it rotated into a circle, "I understand, this is a summoning!"

Qiangu looked at this blue figure, he couldn't help but have a picture in his mind, in the picture, among the countless battlefields, there were warriors, exuding iron and blood, soldiers beating drums and roaring, thousands of horses galloping, and at the same time drawing this pattern on the chest, the sky has a pair of blue eyes The old man earth, looking at the battlefield, in a blink of an eye, these eyes seemed to see everything, and Qiangu was directly washed out of this picture by the blue light.

"This is ????" The blue light in front of his eyes reappeared, and the blue figure of the kneeling turned into a ray of light and rushed directly to Qian Gu's chest, directly engraved on his arm, leaving a blue spot.

A blue line in front of him drew him to the other direction. His vision was only blue and black, and there was no sound.