Xiao Yu was lying in the grass, his eyes staring straight ahead, and he used his afterglow to secretly look at the figure floating in the air in the distance.

His thin body was covered with grass seeds, dirt, and other unknown filth, and he could no longer see the primary color of his luxurious clothes, and he looked embarrassed - completely no longer the image of the little boy of Xiao Mansion in ordinary times.

The figure in the air turned to this side, Xiao Yu gritted his teeth to restrain his nervous trembling, slowly narrowed his eyes, and still only aimed at it with his afterglow - I had heard the elders of the family mention it before, the masters of cultivators have far more keen senses than martial arts people, and the simple gaze of ordinary people will definitely attract attention!

Xiao Yu felt that he was really unlucky, it was not an exaggeration to be able to appear in the air and fly in the sky, at least he was also a cultivator of the Heavenly Cavity Realm, called a land immortal. Such a character has become the object of his avoidance......

Xiao Yu's cuffs suddenly moved, and a small black snake head appeared, and there was a cold aura hidden in it. Xiao Yu was not afraid at all, and even touched it lightly with the palm of his hand, the little snake was also very psychic, and spit out the letter affectionately, rubbed Xiao Yu's palm, and retracted it again.

Thanks to the little black ...... Xiao Yu said secretly, without its demon beast breath, the reptiles, rats and ants in the soil had already raged all over him--that's not all, and now it's such torture.

It was getting a little dark.

Counting up, it's been a whole day and a night.

Xiao Yu licked his chapped lips, never thinking that he would fall into such a situation one day. The dry food on his body has long been eaten, and the water bag is even cleaner. How could he encounter such suffering in the life of a carefree teenager? Xiao Yu himself never imagined that he could persist for so long in the face of a desperate situation.

Yes, desperate......

Not far away, more than a dozen incomplete corpses did not cool down for long. The blood, long since flowing, soaked the surrounding land. Sandy, grassy, thicket...... Splashing everywhere, there is no trace of color.

Among them, there is a head, with a distorted face, facing straight in its own direction......

Xiao Yu clearly remembered how this person was killed by the Sky Monk...... After all, he had never experienced such horror and gore since he could remember.

Xiao Yu didn't dare to sleep, fear drove away his drowsiness.

He was so afraid of himself that he couldn't afford to sleep.

The god of killing in the sky will indeed cut down the grass and eradicate the roots...... For him, is it really cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, or is it just doing it?

Xiao Yu, who was born in a family, is not ignorant of the affairs of the cultivation world, but after many years of carefree life, he understands it like a blind man touching an elephant and peeping at a leopard in a tube.

A bejeweled noble son-like figure, placed elsewhere, Xiao Yu must have thought that it was the eldest and younger of a certain family, and now ...... Da Shao is still personable and full of luxury, but under his feet, there is a tragic corpse.

This must be the legendary villain of the cult...... The strong treasure hunter, as weak as a child in front of him, waved away like that, like a flick of dust from the cuffs, in exchange for the sudden death of several lives.

Qiyan Mountains, a treasure is born!

There are countless rumors like this, true and false, who really cares about the indisputable Xiao Mansion?

But the poor and greedy treasure hunter will not let go of any opportunity, even if he will face unimaginable enemies......

Xiao Yu remembered the indifferent expression at that time, a clean and white face like a noble son, but there was no harm to the heavens and deaths, and there should be any emotions.

Evil cultivators must be rumored to be cold and terrifying evil cultivators...... So, what if it's a monk who is in the right voice?

The coldness in my heart is still ......

I'm afraid that in the eyes of all cultivators, mortals are really like ants...... Is power really everything?

Thinking of what he had experienced back then, Xiao Yu's heart palpitated, and he clenched his fists again, letting his nails sink deep into his palms.

Feeling the mood of his master, Xiao Hei poked his head out again, and the cold and smooth scales rubbed his cheeks comfortingly. This made Xiao Yu calm down again, and I don't know how many times he thanked it for his company, which made him feel dependent, and he was barely able to calm down and avoid the act of dying.

He saw with his own eyes that the noble man-like figure easily came from the secret place in the forest, and without warning, he grabbed the passer-by who was hiding in the background, and when he grabbed and threw it, it was a lump of flesh that did not see the human form and went away.

Wanting to shiver, the young Xiao Yu immediately gritted his teeth and struggled to control his body. After many confrontations with instinct, he slowly discovered that he had such a strong will to survive in his body.

People are actually strangers to themselves......

The call that I had vaguely heard was gone.

Legend has it that the sound cultivators have a dedication beyond ordinary people to all things in heaven and earth, sound and movement, which is also a necessary element for cultivating sound and becoming extraordinary.

Perhaps because of this, the mysterious and inexplicable summoning voice greatly drove the young man's curiosity, so that he finally impulsively came here alone.

Alas......

Is that kind and gentle feeling, in fact, the call of death?

The boy's body, weak and weak from hunger and fatigue, could not restrain his thoughts and let them drift in a chaotic manner......

At this moment, I heard a faint crisp sound in my ears, and suddenly it was dark in front of my eyes.

......

Li Zibao has been flying in the air for a long time, but there is still no gain, and when he sees the air sounder in his arms, he will exhaust his aura, and he can't stay in the air longer for the power of the return journey. He was unhappy in his heart, and couldn't help but take out something from his arms, shake it in his hand, and inject it into the sound element.

"Phantom: Burst!"

When the thing was dropped, the "jingle bell" in the air rang crisply, but it was a bell. As he approached the surface, there was a sudden tremble, and the humming sound spread, and it exploded!

Boom -

The burst of energy blew up the earth and rocks, and it was above the boy's hideout......

The tyrannical venting also made Li Zibao a little sober, gave up consuming the sound instrument, and borrowed his spare strength to fall.

The blood stains on the mud ground made him a little disgusted, so he reluctantly controlled it, flew down on the stone next to him, and rested for a while.

Looking at the Octagon Treasure Kinetic Instrument in his hand, he became more and more irritable: Why did the treasure have no sound element sensing at all, as if it had never existed?

Other families may think that the treasures of the Qilian Mountains are born in the mortal world, but as the "Jubao Zhai" who aims to collect the world's rare treasures, he has more sensitivity and means to explore treasures. Although there was only a trace of sound element induction, and as if it was discovered, it quickly degenerated and dissipated, but "Young Master Bao" Li Zibao was approaching the left at the time, and this little induction was enough to attract his attention.

Unfortunately, after months of continuous investigation, nothing was gained at all. In addition, there are constantly mortals who don't know whether they are alive or dead, which annoys him, and Li Zibao, who has never had much patience, has endured to the limit and finally decided to leave.

But this is not the final abandonment, maybe the legend of the treasure is nothing, maybe it is just not with him...... But the people in the "Jubao Zhai" who kill the enemy and seize the treasure never believe in fate.

As long as there is really a treasure in this mountain, once it is discovered, no method will avoid his induction...... At that time, he will arrive again, cut off the fate, and go on a killing spree!

Within a radius of 100 miles, the ordinary people who dared to come to investigate had almost been exterminated by Li Zibao, but in his heart, there was no trace of residual thoughts......

Li Zibao snorted, and after replying to Yin Yuan, he planned to turn around and run away.

At this time, a trace of fresh blood qi emanated from the edge of the pit on the ground that had just been blasted out.

"Huh?" Li Zibao paused, smelled the wind and sounded, revealing a trace of coldness, "Ten thousand listens, sure enough, I haven't mastered it, there are still hidden insects?"

A thin shadow emerged from the rubble with difficulty, but it was unable to reveal its whole body, only a part of it was poking out.

"Oh...... It turned out to be a black snake of a mongrel. Li Zibao's eyesight is amazing, and he can see the face of the thin shadow from a distance.

He no longer paid attention, and after a sonic boom sounded in the air, it was gone, leaving the mountains behind him.

The summer breeze blows.

The forest leaves fluttered, slid from the air, and gently, covered the head of the little black snake.

Who would have known that under the dying black snake, the thin body of an innocent teenager was dissipating vitality......

Xiao Yu, who was unwilling to look at him, never thought that after hiding for a day and a night, he saw that the murderer was about to leave, but he was buried deep in the dark underground with a blow that was vented by someone like this.

The ups and downs of life, the twists and turns of fortune and misfortune, how ironic.

The gravel and dirt conceal the thick blood and the air needed for life.

Xiao Yu couldn't see things, couldn't speak, and couldn't breathe through his nose. Heavy injuries, tired body, and a lot of blood loss finally brought him to the end of his life.

A sixteen-year-old boy is young, but it is fleeting.

Is this fate?

No, I'm not reconciled......

Xiao Yu shouted silently, his fists clenched tightly. He was already numb and unconscious, and he didn't know what he was holding by chance, but he tried his last strength, tragically, and desperately rebelled against fate.

Outside is silent.

The night is like cold silk, covering the mountains and forests. The murderous aura that had not yet dissipated silenced the large beasts.

Inside the pit, everything began to move away from him.

The blackness invaded his body.

Xiao Yu's body became cold, and his limbs gradually opened—except for that, he didn't know what to hold his left hand.

The night is heavy......

The beasts of the mountains and forests also seem to be silent in the aftermath of slaughter.

Abnormal movements, also at this moment, suddenly happen!

In the dirt, on the remnants of the dead body, the part of the left hand that was clenched began to glow with a little bit of crystalline light: golden, fine, dreamy.

Yingying's light climbed up along her arms, gradually spreading throughout the young man's bloodstained body.

Where does the warmth come from?

The light is in front of you......

Xiao Yu, whose remnant soul was wandering, raised his head in confusion.

In the warm light, a faint light and shadow stood in front of his eyes, quietly watching him.

Although the figure is fleeting, as if it is about to dissipate with the wind, the beautiful and slender curves still show that this is a moving woman.

The two looked at each other like this, not knowing how time passed.

This is, the fairy of dreams...... Xiao Yu was in a daze, as if muttering to himself, but there was no sound.

Sister Fairy......

The numbness faded away in the warm light.

Xiao Yu, who fell into chaos, seemed to have a feeling!

Like the hungry and thirsty yearning for water, Xiao Yu's empty and cold body and mind instinctively greedily suck, this warmth, and this light.

When his thinking stopped, he would not have noticed that this light, this warmth, was emanating from this faint woman's figure. And every loss of light is making her more blurred and invisible.

Obviously, if it continues, the woman's light and shadow will disappear......