——Heavenly Palace-Moon Temple——

Under the night, in the main hall, a red moon rose. There was an eerie atmosphere everywhere, and from time to time flocks of crows flew over the dead wood, and their cries were miserable, adding to the chill.

There is a strange altar on the heights. The altar is surrounded by four huge stone pillars, each 10,000 feet high, carved with dragon patterns of flying fish. There were four iron chains flying from the stone pillar, and finally connected together, which were the four huge iron chains that imprisoned Lu Shihan.

"Mortal, do you want to have my power?"

Lu Shihan ignored it, and just tugged at the chain hard. I found it indestructible, and I am afraid it was not made of mortal iron.

"Make a move to stain your throat with blood, and use your sword to seal the remnants of the clouds! You are a natural killer. ”

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"I want you to kill someone. ”

"Don't you think about it!"

Lu Liang smiled hideously, only to see him wave his arms and drive the altar circle. When he landed, the entire iron chain around Lu Shihan ran at high speed again, forming a strange six-pointed star pattern, enclosing Lu Shihan in it.

At the same time, lightning flashed and thundered in the air, and wind and thunder surged. For a while, the storm was raging, and a hole suddenly broke in the dark sky, revealing a dazzling white light, which shone on Lu Shihan's body.

"Ahh

A heart-rending cry resounded through the heavens and the earth. Then a powerful force exploded, shattering the chains.

Lu Shihan fell from the sky. When he landed, he smashed a large pit more than three feet deep in the ground. The moment she raised her head, a monstrous murderous aura suddenly filled the entire Moon God Temple, startling the crows in the sky and screaming uneasy.

"Welcome to the world of God. Ritsu Liang spread his arms and laughed wildly.

Lu Shihan walked this way. Surrounded by powerful energy, it shattered all the masonry on the ground, and then was driven by this air flow and rolled into the air. Her eyes became hollow, as if she had lost herself.

......

This night, a cold wind blew. This night, the moon is still the same. The moon above the heavenly palace is bright and deep. Far less than the moon on the southern sea, it is bright and bold. Just under the reflection of the crescent moon, it is unusually calm.

Underwater is an endless abyss, secluded and profound. It's far from the world, away from the light, away from everything in the world. There is only complete darkness, and cold and heartless stagnant water.

Monsoon doesn't know how long it fell in this darkness. Breathing, heartbeat has long ceased and has completely lost its vital characteristics. But he still had a sense of consciousness in his head. It was a force from outside the Three Realms that didn't belong to him.

It was this strange consciousness, which was one with his mind, that barely preserved, a consciousness that should have dissipated. But this consciousness no longer seems to belong to this body, but appears in an independent form. He could gradually feel that there was a voice calling to him.

In the depths of the sea, silence and tranquility. There is not a single ray of light. Suddenly, in the tranquil waters, a huge whirlpool appeared, startling countless blisters. Since this is the bottom of the sea, it is unimaginably deep. At this moment, the sea is still calm. Who would have thought that under this calm sea, a whirlpool would rise up that was enough to swallow heaven and earth.

A large red eyeball, appearing in the center of the vortex. Although the monsoon has become invisible, inaudible. However, his consciousness could feel this powerful energy.

This is a terrifyingly powerful energy, far beyond the Three Realms, far beyond the Desolate Universe. It seems to be the root of all things. But it is also full of grief and death. In the dark, emit a terrifying red light.

"What are you?"

"What am I? What am I? I've been thinking about this question for hundreds of millions of years... Tens of billions of years... No, hundreds of billions of years... Not right either. Time has faded to me. Like this endless darkness, they have not changed. ”

"Are you life?"

"Life, the word life, sounds strange, but it's familiar. ”

"To live is to live. Have your own thoughts, and be able to change the world with a pair of hands. Experience the beauty of the world. Your peers, loved ones, and all the people who care about you are the best part of life. But life has an end someday, like me......"

"Is it true, is life really that good, and if so, then why should it end?"

"Yes, life is beautiful and short. There are also birth, old age, sickness and death, ups and downs. It is precisely because of this that we should better cherish the time when we are alive, whether we have laughed or cried, it is a moment worth cherishing! Although I don't know what you are, please also cherish yourself and everything around you. Perhaps, you will be able to feel the existence of life!"

"Yes, can it be said that cherishing is life?"

"I don't know, but maybe that's it!"

"Thank you! Maybe one day, I will become a life too!"

The giant red eyeball, slowly closed. The terrible red light also faded away. But the huge whirlpool still did not stop, but increased and accelerated. Involve the monsoons in it. Inhale deeper.. Deeper seabed.

I don't know how long it took, a warm ray of moonlight gradually appeared in front of me. Since there has been no light for a long time, the moonlight at this moment is so dazzling. Monsoon's eyes that were finally opened, how could he easily close them, no matter how stinging his eyes were, even if he could only see a blank space, he had to force them open. Because, in this way, one thing can be proved "I am alive!"

He gradually discovered that he was still below the surface, but kept slowly rising. The light was getting stronger and stronger, and he knew it was getting closer to the water.

There seemed to be a special energy under his feet, pushing him. This energy is wonderful and mysterious, gentle and powerful. As Monsoon's entire body surfaced, a sword with green light flashed under his feet also floated up. When they come out of the water, they only have subtle waves. On the monsoon clothes, falling droplets. Falling in the water, rippling. The shadow of the sword in the water rippled up and down.

The sword is as thin as a cicada's wing, and the hilt and body are made of a special metal. Ji Feng held the hilt of the sword, but he didn't expect the hilt to be so sharp, and when he touched it, it had already entered the skin, revealing a faint red. It seems that you have to be lucky in the palm of your hand and hold it in the air with your inner breath to pick up this sword.

Monsoon picked up the sword and watched left and right. The sword was found to be almost as thin as transparent, and the hilt and shaft were almost identical. However, the sharpness of the hilt is still slightly inferior to the sword body. Obviously, the builder is a bit human, leaving a place for the user to hold.

The sharpness and hardness of a sword have always been the criteria for judging the quality of a sword. Monsoon placed the sword horizontally, and was able to clearly see his own eyes through the reflection of the sword. The sword is engraved with the word "earth", and below the word "ground", one foot away from the hilt of the sword, there is another word "ask". Could it be called "Earth Question"? There was a crisp sound, and the sword body did not move.

If you fight with a sword, you need to consume too much energy just to hold the sword. And the hilt of the sword is sharp, which can be said to injure a thousand enemies and eight hundred. But it's also a good sword.

The blue starry sky is cloudless. In the turquoise water, there is the mark of the blue sky. Monsoon stands on the water as calm as a mirror, and if it weren't for the small ripples under his feet, he would really be a little indistinguishable. Where is the sky, where is the sea?

Breathe in the fresh air that you haven't seen for a long time and feel the breeze gently blowing in your ears. Monsoon knew that he was alive.

"Thank you, I don't know what you are, but please cherish everything around you!"

Due to the protection of the power of the red star, the monsoon body will not be crushed into slag by the sea water thousands of feet below. Gently moving his steps, he found that where he had walked, only faint ripples were left, and in a moment, he regained his calm. The sky is still the same sky, and the water is still the same water.

"Yo Ho !!" monsoon ran up on the water, raised his hands, and felt the oncoming sea breeze and cool splash.

There is a big mountain in front of you, and you are facing it. It turned out to be at the edge of the land meeting the sea. Monsoon bent his knees, gathered all his strength, and exploded in an instant. With a "boom", a shocking explosion occurred on the surface of the sea. In an instant, the waves were turbulent, and a huge wave rolled away from the starting place.

This leap is a hundred feet high. Steadily falling on the land, a hundred feet above the sea. The moment your feet touch the ground, you will be greeted by a faint scent of herbs and earth, which makes people feel refreshed. The finches pass over the branches, and the breeze blows the mulberry leaves. Out of nowhere, a green leaf flew and fell on his head.

Monsoon stretches and gulps in the sweet air.

"I'm back!"

On the endless grassland. All around is boundless, a flat river. It's no different from the sea. Aimless, walking alone. Where do we go from here?

"Is there an end to this grassland?" the monsoon was already numb and dizzy. The belly is churning and thundering. As far as the eye can see, there are a few emaciated and withered grasses in front of me, crumbling in the wind, and next to it is a white cloth tent. Extremely rudimentary.

There was candlelight coming from the tent, and it seemed to be a family. The monsoon was overjoyed, but I didn't expect that there were people in this wilderness.

"Anyone?"

Monsoon strolls in, but no one answers.

"Anyone?"

Still no one responded. But the candlelight in the tent was extinguished. Monsoon carefully pulled the curtain open. Suddenly, three sharp, shiny iron thorns approached the eye. It turned out to be a trident, stabbing head-on. Monsoon subconsciously raised his sword to defend. I never thought that this sword was too sharp, and when the trident touched it, it was directly cut off. It's as if there is no resistance, and the other two ends are coming straight for them.

"Is your trident made of tofu?" Ji Feng was helpless, and caught it with his bare hand with his other hand, and blood flowed down the blade of the halberd.

"In the lower monsoon, passing by here, just asking for a night, don't do what he thinks!"

The candlelight in the tent was lit again, and it turned out to be two old men. The man with the halberd was an old man, with a thin body and a sleek-yellow complexion. A pair of sunken eyeballs look extremely terrifying. Behind the old man was an old lady, also holding a wooden basin, with a frightened expression. But they were all very attentively looking at the sword in Monsoon's hand, as if they had something in mind.

"Say, what did Si Yan send you to do?"

"What?

The old man looked up and down and took a closer look at Monsoon. Seeing that he was dressed like a Mok, he hurriedly apologized. Invite him to be like an account, and explain the reason.

It turned out that the two were a herder couple who lived on free-range animals. Not long ago, his sheep were snatched away by the Si Yan faction of the Mok tribe in the south. The second elder had a son, who was also taken away and imprisoned. About the southwest direction in the middle of the Thunder Valley.

Monsoon was unhappy and promised to help the second elder teach the Mokun clan a lesson, rescue his son, and recapture the livestock.