In the depths of the wilderness, but in a land where no grass grows, spreading boundlessly, surrounded by green branches and leaves, only this one, nothing, just like the ink on a painting, and as if erased by life, although its color is yellow mud, but it reveals a strange red, no one wants to set foot on it, and no living creature dares to set foot on it.

But today, the void in this land suddenly rippled, and then a person walked out, his thin body was no more than a teenager, and his black eyes as quiet as a cold pool scanned everything.

"No wonder no one dares to go deeper, there are only seven demon beasts like that demon dragon, and there are countless of them who are a little weaker. ”

The young man had a little beast crawling in his arms, and his eyes, which had been a little worried, gave birth to a little spirituality when he saw this, and his sleepiness was swept away, and he kept looking around.

Twilight Dongliu looked at the little beast's abnormal reaction and didn't speak, his footsteps had already landed, standing on the yellow mud, and in an instant, his brows frowned, and he was wrapped in the power of space.

It's just that this yellow mud seems to have a strange aura, as if it exudes some kind of power, constantly spreading to his body.

"Cursed? ”

There was a different color in Twilight's eyes.

His feet seemed to be on the ground, but there was a short distance in between, and he walked in the air and slowly went deeper.

The farther and farther I went, the yellow mud under my feet had turned from dry to thin, and the red color was like blood mud, and the mud of blood carried an unbearable smell, just like those rotten and stinky meat.

His face did not move, he stared for a long time and then slowly stepped into the distance, and gradually, puddles of mud appeared under his feet, showing red water.

In the mud, there was a thing, a broken wooden staff, part of it was submerged in the mud, and part of it was exposed, it was Kungu's wooden staff, once.

It's a pity that the pen that once used heaven and earth as paper has now lost its original divinity, but is nothing more than a piece of rotten wood.

Twilight Dongliu paused slightly, slowly leaned over and picked it up, as soon as he exerted his strength, it had turned into wooden foam, his eyes moved, and then he looked at the wooden staff on the other side that had sunk into the earth, and then slowly pulled it out, the body of the staff was dyed red, and there was blood and mud sticking to it.

His gaze stopped on the wooden staff and continued to walk forward, while the panda watched very quietly and silently, as if he was not breathing, and was a little dull.

He walked for an unknown amount of time, and he didn't stop again until a mountain appeared in front of him.

It was a black mountain, as black as ink, without any other color, like a black dragon, lying in front of the eyes of the twilight east, sinking into the yellow mud.

It's too big, and it's like a hook.

Twilight's eyes were slightly pale, and the shorter end of the mountain was half-hidden in the yellow mud, and the other end was bent towards the far end.

"The sound of water?"

Suddenly, he was surprised, and there was a faint sound of water in his ears, but it didn't seem to be like it, because the sound was too ethereal and illusory, as if it was all in his ears and the ends of the earth were far away.

Twilight felt the voice familiar to him, until finally his face stiffened a little, and he stepped lightly into the void, then stopped and stood above the sky, looking down on him.

His eyes looked at the mountain quietly, and his face became a little silent.

Below, in his eyes, the mountain was the fishing hook he was looking for, and the river was actually a fishing line, and the broken fishing line loomed in the void, like a piece of stagnant water.

Twilight Dongliu's face was solemn, because the river was terrifying, maybe others would not recognize it, but he would not.

"How long have the years?"

Suspicious, Twilight Dongliu opened his mouth, and after the years passed, he was actually refined into a fishing line, and he finally understood why the past had been forgotten by people.

"Truncating the years, what an amazing means. ”

He muttered to himself, unable to hide the loss of concentration in his eyes.

"Ahh

But just as he lost his mind, a terrifying roar suddenly came out of the black mountain, and resentment and fury were intertwined, with unimaginable power, and he let it roar to the stars in the sky.

Almost instantly, Twilight Dongliu felt a cold gaze from the black mountain.

"......"

A sound like a chain pulling, with a sonorous sound, kept coming from above the earth.

Then there was a furious suction, enveloping the twilight stream.

"It doesn't have to be this way, I'm down. ”

Twilight Dongliu frowned and spoke, and his figure was already standing on top of the black mountain.

"......"

It was that kind of sound again, coming from under the Black Mountain, the sound of gold and iron rubbing, and the scalp of those who listened to it was numb.

Twilight Dongliu's eyes changed several times, looking at the figure trapped in the blood and mud and locked under the Black Mountain, countless chains formed by mysterious patterns came from the Black Mountain, locking him deadly, glowing with a strange luster.

It was an old man, thin as wood, looking at him quietly, the grass like the grass was three or four feet long, dragging on the ground, sinking into the mud, behind the hair, a pair of eyes that were so calm that it made people's hearts tremble, looking at him quietly, just like looking at food.

Almost instantly, the sky was full of hair, almost obscuring the sun, and flowing eastward towards the twilight.

A face that is the same as Kungu's, a lost memory.

Twilight looked at the figure's side, the bones were all on the ground, and there were all kinds of spirits.

"Who are you?"

He looked at the gray hair that swept into the sky without moving, and then spoke, he was confirming something.

"Roar!"

Only, all that answered him was a beast-like roar.

Those gray hairs rose against the wind, sometimes turning into countless divine sword stabs, sometimes turning into divine whips, until finally turning into rushing rivers to annihilate the twilight east.

A drop of blood slid down Twilight's cheek, and his face was covered with a bloody streak that had been cut through by the strand of hair.

It's just that among thousands of hairs, only this blow is effective.

"Sanity obliterated?"

Twilight silently wiped the blood from his face until the panda on his chest moved, and then his eyes changed slightly, and the five fingers in his hand were fluffing, and there were two more things between the flips, a Xun and a half-cut wooden staff.

This moment.

The dancing hair suddenly froze in the air, slowly falling, and the roar also stopped, and the eyes looked at the Xun in Twilight Dongliu's hand in a daze.

"Ahh

A faint, hoarse voice with extreme pain.

His lips opened slightly, and just as he wanted to speak, he saw that the chains suddenly shone brightly, and the light was like a snake, pouring into his body from the black mountain, and the old face immediately showed struggle, and then.

"Ahh

Bitter and unwilling voice.

Seeing this, Twilight Dongliu directly moved Xunkou to the side of his mouth, and recalled the sadness of the previous and suddenly breathed out.

"Woo......"

A mournful wind whistle instantly formed in the wasteland, spreading for thousands of miles.

"Uh......h Woo...... Woo......"

One, two, one after the other, formed a strange rhythm, mixed like countless cries, spreading to the sky.

The struggle on the figure's face suddenly intensified.

"Roar!"

There was another roar, and I saw the half of the wooden staff in Twilight Dongliu's hand instantly shoot in front of the figure.

"Chop. ”

The hoarse voice is as muddy as the tongue has been chewed in the mouth.

The wooden staff and the bloody mud slashed from the sky in an instant, like a blood-colored knife, slashing at the chains.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, hundreds of chains were cut off more than a dozen at once.

"Thirty thousand years, a full thirty thousand years......"