Ming jealousy fell to the ground heavily, blood gushing out of his chest, staining the elegance of the purple skirt red.

The slender corners of the eyebrows brought tiredness, and hatred.

Grand Master...

For people in the rivers and lakes, they may already be unattainable figures, and they are already characters who can control the power of life and death.

However, if you climb out of the dry well called Jianghu and look out, you will find that you are really very small.

Because, I'm better than you...

Oh, yes. She was right.

But even so, why are you so unwilling?

If I could do it all over again, I would definitely go... Test your limits.

Only by stepping into the legend can you have the power to kill this kind of ghost.

Although the long journey of legend is not something that can be broken through with strong strength, how many people have fallen on the path of breaking through the legend of countless fierce gods or peerless demons who dominate the martial arts in history.

On the contrary, some drunks who became famous in their early years, and even those who have long been forgotten in some dirty tavern, and the sick leper who carved statues with their firm hands in tears, have quietly become legends after stepping into that nothingness.

Legend is no longer an appraisal of strength, but a realm and a self-perfect.

What is incomplete in the eyes of the world may not fail to achieve the most glorious glory. On the contrary, it is fame and fortune that are the biggest drag.

It is true that the difference in strength of those who have achieved Legends is huge, and some of them are not even able to defeat the Grand Master, but even the weakest of them have their own unique and exclusive powers, which cannot be obtained through cultivation or the cultivation of some kind of secret recipe.

There was once a legend who said: "That power is actually always in your heart, find it, you can live, if you can't find it, you will be lost forever." ”

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Ming's jealousy's mind, and immediately, a strong sense of exhaustion grew from her heart.

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The long-haired ghost of the body should be silent, and the frightened eyes are wide open from the cracks in the skin.

"Why isn't it over yet, what's going on?"

There are only ten people left.

In her eyes, the woman in the purple dress had been pierced through the chest...

According to the rules, when there are only ten people left, the scene will immediately collapse, and the next battle will be moved on, when the battle without Natsuhito will no longer survive.

Moreover, the area of the next battle is extremely small, and there is no time for her to perform the abstention ritual again. Even if she succeeds, after she escapes, her strength will drop to an extremely low level, and without the protection of the strong who have concluded the Eternal Covenant, she is likely to die early in the rivers and lakes.

However, at this time, the number of survivors remained at 11 without the slightest change.

The black-haired silkworm cocoon in the yin and yang package had completely enveloped the little girl and Wei Xia Ren, leaving only the last trace of the gap.

"We won't see you again, Red Palace..."

Ying Wuyin saw the little girl's last mouth shape, and the mocking eyes.

What's going on?

Why isn't it over yet?

"No!" The long-haired ghost, with a thick resentment, tore the possessed skin to the sides, dragging the ankle-length withered black hair and crawling out like lightning.

"No, no, no!" she crawled on the ground at a terrifying speed, as if she were teleporting.

"Stay, stay with me!"

As if a certain judgment had been completed, the black curtain suddenly accelerated again, swept rapidly from a distance, and in an instant, everything was like a phantom in a mirror, shattering and disappearing.

The creepy thing is that after the debris is gone, the mountain is still a mountain, the broken suspension bridge is back to its original state, and the water is still flowing rapidly, but these beings are covered with a gray color.

Bounded by the black curtain that swept over and brought about the fragmentation of space, the two sides are completely different worlds.

The former Red Emperor was still roaring and screaming, she had broken free from Ying Wuyin's body, and it stands to reason that this would be Ying Wuyin's death.

But it is clear that the result of the game has been decided, and even if the number of people really becomes ten, there is nothing to be saved.

At this time, Xia Ren was wrestling with the black hair woven into a cocoon.

When the darkness came, he obviously saw the gray world as well...

Silence, silence, colorlessness, life and death.

"What's that?"

The hair behind his ears was blown by the cold air of Sensen, and it was gently lifted forward, sticking to the angular face.

"Gurgle... Come in, come in..."

"What are you shy? ”

It was a face that could not be seen at all, not as if it were blurred, but a face that was completely empty, without eyes and nose, and such a face was now close to the young man's ear, and let out the slightly teasing laughter of the young woman.

A creepy feeling suddenly came out of Xia Ren's heart, and he felt that his blood was beginning to coagulate.

I'm afraid the owner of this hair has found it, right?

But so what?

"Pull it out!" Xia Ren gritted his teeth, the violent internal force of his whole body had already turned into a tsunami, but these internal forces that would have caused the air to explode and generate electricity seemed to have become as quiet as stagnant water in front of this gloomy faceless face.

The purple snake is still moving, densely packed, like a thousand snakes returning to their nests.

But the black hair fluttered, like deep sea weeds, entangled these giant pythons, making everything silent.

"Come in!" the voice lost all patience, and suddenly a force beyond imagination grabbed Xia Ren fiercely, dragging him towards the black hair.

The smooth black hair suddenly parted slightly, but it was not the little girl and the little girl Xia Ren before, but Bai Sensen's fangs, and the yellow pus and saliva flowing between the teeth.

Xia Ren's left hand instantly clenched and clasped, gathering a secret electric purple python the size of a water tank.

"If you want to eat it so much, let's try this!"

However, the huge purple electric python did not affect the hair at all, as if the hair was not in this space at all, but only a phantom.

The huge mouth of the black hair grew larger and wider, and the faceless face suddenly split in a greedy and strange arc.

"Come out, come out!" Xia Ren was indeed a little anxious.

But the suction force was far from being able to resist him, and it was going to drag him into the bottomless abyss.

This power seems to be the same suction force as the ancient woman's boudoir that closed her eyes and meditated before.

That weird woman in the forest under the moon?!

As we sink deeper and deeper, there seems to be no turning point.

"What should I do, what should I do?" Xia Ren's mind was spinning fast at this time.

He finally came up with a strange and eerie idea and decided to take a gamble.

Then give it a try!

Between life and death, he closed his eyes, and the appearance of the strange woman under the moon began to appear in his mind.

In the darkness, the pupils faintly saw a trace of gradually white, which turned into a ghostly courtyard in an instant, and an ancient woman's boudoir with blood-stained iron locks in the distance.

A candle suddenly lit in the boudoir.

The yellow light was supposed to give people warmth and warmth, but this light was dim and deep, projecting a woman's figure high and low in front of the dusty oil-paper window.

It's as if just feeling the shadow on the window will make your heart beat horrible.

It's an instinct, like a lost lamb seeing a hungry tiger in the grass at night.

The figure suddenly fell silent, and seemed to be sitting by the window, dressed up and painted red.

But after a thought, the figure hangs high, hanging in the air.

With another thought, the hanging figure also disappeared, and then split into two shadows.

One is petite and slender, the other is as fierce as a monster.

The picture turned again in an instant, and the monster shadow half-knelt down, and suddenly got up and swallowed the petite woman's figure in one gulp.

Turning again, the monster's body shriveled up sharply, and the petite woman crawled out of its belly, a large mouth like an ancient giant crocodile printed on the window paper, and bit at the shrunken monster.

At this point, the house was dark.

And the shadow play, which resembles a reappearance before death, disappears.

In the dreary and oppressive courtyard, there was a crisp sound of "clang", and the blood-stained lock was broken.

An extremely frightening sensation came from the crack in the door.