Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

There were countless invisible wave marks between heaven and earth, and those sword qi had already shattered almost the moment they were born, and countless broken points of light were like golden suns refracted on the water surface under the afterglow, glowing with a slightly dazzling light.

Yang Qingshan's body shook suddenly, and bright red blood began to ooze outward from his ears because of the buzzing bell, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, and the arm holding the natal talisman sword hung down, and as the last sword qi was shattered, the vitality between heaven and earth began to return to calm.

Impermanence withdrew the silver thin sword in his hand and looked at Yang Qingshan on the opposite side indifferently, he knew that next, there would be an extremely difficult battle, even if his own strength was higher than Yang Qingshan, but he might not be able to kill Yang Qingshan, and he might even die.

Yang Qingshan is not only a cultivator of the natal realm, he is also an extremely rare spell master, the methods of the spell master are never those that are seen on the surface, the real killing moves of every spell master are the spell domains that they have been hiding and not revealing easily.

Although killing Yang Qingshan is his main task, it is also his task to force him to reveal his last hole cards when he can't kill him.

Now, it is obviously impossible for Yang Qingshan to be his opponent, not only because the accumulation of Yang Qingshan's natal vitality is not as strong as him, but also because he is not only a cultivator, but also a killer who walks on the tip of the death knife.

Suddenly, impermanence turned grim. He moved slightly. It felt like a shackle was put on your body. The surrounding shrubs and grass began to disappear, and the sky suddenly darkened.

A drop of cold water smashed down on his face, impermanence raised his head, and a purple thunder snake tore through the sky, and with a bang, raindrops like soybeans began to pour down, and his feet suddenly became muddy.

"Heh......"

"Ah......h

"Hey ......"

A childish voice came, and impermanence made his complexion change suddenly. The body turned suddenly, and under the rainy night, hundreds of little boys in tight black clothes faced the torrential rain, holding short daggers to shuttle back and forth in the wind and rain, dozens of violent wolves opened their hideous bloody mouths, and there were still a few rags hanging on the two rows of cold teeth, and scarlet blood kept dripping down the corners of their mouths to the ground.

The ground was littered with torn limbs, and the young faces were covered with horrific scars, and it was hard to imagine the painful torture these children had endured before they died.

Although the children all had daggers in their hands, their meager strength seemed so vulnerable to the rampaging wolves. Even before he died, he did not pierce the fur of the fierce wolf with a dagger.

In just a few breaths, there were many more deaths and injuries in this group of children. The figures on the field began to loosen, and there were less than a hundred people left.

The clamor of crying was completely muffled by the thunder, and the raindrops on the ground had begun to gather some shallow puddles, and the scarlet blood was mixed with the fragments of the corpses, and even the rain began to become vivid, just like a Shura scene.

Some of the children were overwhelmed and began to run frantically outside, blood and mud splashing under their feet, falling and continuing to get up, even with the broken flesh and blood of their companions on their faces.

Standing on the high platform, there were dozens of black-clothed men with cold faces, they stood still like sculptures, but every time a child wanted to crawl out of that Shura hell, they would ruthlessly attack, completely shatter their illusions, and kick them into the sea of Shura blood without emotion, continuing the pain and torture that seemed to never stop.

The strength of their feet is so delicate that it makes the children miserable, but it does not affect their mobility, and they are almost able to get back up almost quickly.

Impermanence made his body tremble, and in the direction of his eyes, a child of about seven or eight years old was stabbing the dagger in his hand towards the eyes of the fierce wolf, and at the same time, the cold wolf claws were almost attached to his neck, with the speed and strength of a child, I am afraid that his neck has been torn open before the dagger pierces the wolf's head.

The child's eyes were full of determination, and compared with other panicked children, he seemed to be much more mature, and he was able to raise the courage to resist in the face of a fierce wolf that was far more powerful than him.

There was a sudden thunder in the sky, the child's arm holding the dagger was extremely steady, the raindrops fell on the sharp blade, making a crisp sound, and the thin clothes were already clinging to his body because of the rain, revealing the bones that barely had much flesh and blood inside, how much strength could such a body have.

Bang!

As if possessing extraordinary intelligence, the wolf's claws did not immediately crush the child's neck, but slapped it on his arm at great speed, and the only dagger in the boy's hand that could inflict damage on the wolf was thrown away.

With a heavy snort, the child's body fell to the ground heavily, countless bloody mud stained his face, and his eyes could barely see.

After striking the child away, the wolf opened its cold teeth and sprang at his fallen body, as if he were hunting his own prey.

The child struggled, wiping the muddy water around his eyes with both hands, as if he knew what would happen to him if he couldn't see, but at the speed of the wolf, there was hardly much time left for him to see that the child was about to die.

There was a slight pop, like the sound of a blade cutting through flesh, and the child finally opened his eyes, and he saw the scene in front of him.

A thin boy, a few years older than the others, was standing in front of him, and the fierce wolf, with its entire front paws already piercing his body, scarlet blood dripping down the boy's chest and hitting the child's face like a red flower.

The child's eyes were slightly demented, the boy's eyes were full of doting, and he muttered: "I did what my mother explained!"

"Brother!"

Two voices of grief and indignation, one from the mouth of a child, the other from the mouth of an impermanent man.

Impermanence made his face full of sorrow, and a silver thin sword instantly appeared in his hand. Falling like a shadow of light towards the wolf's head.

Laugh at!

The silver sword slashed through the wolf's neck. Straight through the wolf. It's like slashing at a shadow, and it doesn't do any real damage.

At the same time, the child grabbed the dagger in the boy's hand as if he was crazy, and he didn't know where he got the strength from, and passed directly through the hole in the wolf's upper jaw, mixed with the smelly blood, and more red flowers appeared on the boy's face.

The picture is fleeting. A tall, thin man, with a bit of indifference on his face, his body was surrounded by lying corpses, men, women, and old people, apparently having just experienced a bloody massacre.

The thin man was holding an ancient silver sword, and the sword was dripping with blood downwards, and the blood had begun to coagulate on the ground, and the thin man had maintained this position for a long time. In front of him, a young boy of seven or eight years old looked at him with fear in his eyes. With his arms around his knees, he kept leaning towards the corpse behind him.

The thin man's eyes flickered and he struggled a little, but in the end he couldn't draw his sword, and slowly walked towards the door.

At this moment, the young child's frightened eyes turned into terrifying killing intent, he took out a delicate crossbow in his hand, and without hesitation, he moved the wrench on the crossbow, and a small silver arrow shot out rapidly, penetrating the man's chest.

Looking at the blood spurting on his chest, the thin man's eyes flashed a little confused, and then he smiled as if he was sarcastic, and slashed a sword towards the void behind him, and the dim white true qi gushed out from the tip of the sword, and the young boy was cut off with the thin crossbow in his hand, and the thin man walked out of the gate of the mansion that had long been turned into purgatory without hesitation.

Impermanence watched all this quietly, since he came to this strange place, he didn't know how many such pictures he had experienced, from children to teenagers, from teenagers to young adults, and from youth to middle age, everything was stimulating his mind.

He tried to change all that, but he was always like a spectator, incapable of changing any picture, just as he was incapable of changing his past.

All his previous experiences, the protagonist in every picture, is his former self, and the bloodshed of every scene seems to remind him of his past, and some even what he thought he had forgotten, but now they all appeared in front of his eyes one by one, he knew that all this was made by Yang Qingshan, all of this was illusory, and it was all in the past, but he still couldn't stop his heart that began to throb.

The picture suddenly began to blur, as if countless gray mist were covering his eyes, and impermanence made him not know what he was facing next, but he had a bad feeling in his heart.

Like a stream of water that had been separated, the gray mist slowly spread out to either side, and a blurred figure began to blur until he walked in front of him.

"Do you regret it?"

Impermanence makes his eyes confused, those memories that he doesn't want to remember, begin to keep recalling in his mind, even if he wants to deliberately not think about it, it still can't change anything, his heart is unpredictable, what about his own?

Looking at himself in front of him, impermanence caused his mind to begin to be confused, although the person in front of him was exactly the same as his own appearance, voice, temperament and even everything, but impermanence made him know that he was not him, how could he be him.

Burst!

A large mouthful of blood mist erupted, and the one in front of him began to burn, and countless blood-red flames, like karmic fire, began to turn redder and redder.

Everything began to crumble, and he went back into the woods as if nothing had happened.

He looked sluggish, his face was pale, and there was a red flower on his chest, which was the color of blood.

He was dressed in a green shirt, unfathomable, and watched him become weak with cold eyes.

Impermanence spewed out a mouthful of blood mist again, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance, and the essence blood of a Natal Realm cultivator was no weaker than the precious elixir in the world.

He knew that it was impossible for him to kill Yang Qingshan, but he still had to complete the task, so one of his arms exploded in an instant, and a large cloud of blood mist wrapped around his body, turning into a brilliant blood light and fleeing into the distance.

"Ahhhhh......h

There were a few screaming crows in the air, and a white crow flapped its wings and began to fly into the distance, and the feathers behind its tail could be faintly seen, as if they had been cut off by scissors.

ps: Drink a little wine, this chapter is a bit floating!

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