Yin Fan raised his sword's hand and gently, gently, slashed down to the right.

With the movement of the Xuantian sword shadow and the howl of the wind, purple thunder slashed down from the sky and hit the corpses, and suddenly the flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the terrible ghost cry was endless. At the right time, a white fog was lifted around, and in the thick fog, the sword light flickered, and everywhere it went, the dead wood and corpses were all cut to pieces. The earth trembled, and a narrow crack appeared in front of Yin Fan, and then spread out at both ends at a speed visible to the naked eye, and as the crack expanded, countless corpses were swallowed by this crack and sank into the endless abyss.

This apocalyptic killing array buried most of the dead in just a few moments, leaving only a small wave of unhappy people still walking here, just a few sword lights, and they were buried in the abyss.

The thunder, sword light, and cracks were extremely powerful, exterminating all the dead corpses in just a few breaths, but their impact range was extremely small, and in just a short moment, the huge crack in front of them slowly contracted and closed, the dense fog dissipated, and the heavy thunderclouds churning in the sky also dispersed in an instant.

In the field of vision, directly in front of Yin Fan, the light of dawn in the distance shone brightly, and the east was white, and a trace of red light could already be seen. With that glimmer of light, Yin Fan saw the depths of the mass grave. There is a towering circular altar, on the altar, the woman has her back to the dawn, facing Yin Fan, she stretches her whole body, looks up at a pair of bells floating in the air above her head, and raises her arms high, as if a sacrifice is holding a ritual.

The blood-red color of Yin Fan's eyes had weakened a lot, but they were still dazzling, and the two phantoms behind him had quietly disappeared at some point. He hung his right hand holding the Xuantian Sword Shadow, walked towards the depths of the mass burial, stepped through the corpse mountain and sea of blood, and slowly walked in.

The woman's raised hands were slowly raised to the sides, solemn and elegant, and seemed out of place with the surrounding scenery. A huge light suddenly shone above her head, and a simple but terrible dragon roar came from the depths of the light.

Yin Fan stopped, looked at the woman on the altar, and did not move.

The woman's fingers flew, the law changed, and suddenly her whole body shook, and she lowered her head like lightning, and her eyes only stared at Yin Fan through the veil. The light above her head vibrated for a moment, and then spread around her like ripples on the surface of a lake, and the space seemed less and less illusory.

Seeing this, Yin Fan suddenly raised his left hand and stretched out his palm in front of him, and almost at the same moment, in the light above the woman's head, a huge figure came out in response to the dragon's roar, and rushed straight towards Yin Fan.

There was a loud "boom", and the huge forces of the two parties collided in place to produce an extremely strong circular impact, and under the huge force of the impact, the stumps of the surrounding dead bodies and dead trees were all pushed to the edge.

What hit Yin Fan was a huge dragon head the size of a big mansion with blue and black entwined with each other. The dragon's head had two pairs of four horns on the top of its head, and it had a huge mouth with two towering fang-like teeth that shone with a deep light. It had only one head, and below the head was a wound full of flesh, as if it had been torn apart from its skull by some tremendous force.

Yin Fan looked so small in comparison to the huge dragon head, but he blocked the dragon head. Looking closely, I saw that the palm of his left hand had turned into a transparent golden light body at this moment, and in the divine and noble golden light, the dragon head could not take a single step. Yin Fan's eyes widened again, he shouted, and pushed his left hand forward, and a ball of golden light seemed to explode from his palm, enveloping the entire mass grave in an instant.

In the flickering golden light, the dragon's head made a terrible whistling sound, followed by the rapid sound of bells, and in the end, even the bells were gone. After a cup of tea, the golden light dimmed little by little, and Yin Fan stood in place, his eyes had faded to blood red, and he looked extremely confused. He looked around, and the mass grave that was originally full of corpses became extremely clean at this time, especially in a large circle centered on himself, not a single grass grows, not even the small stones can be seen, only occasionally a little golden light flicker in the air from time to time.

He looked stunned and confused. In the golden light just now, his mind gradually cleared up, and when he wondered why he was shrouded in a golden light, the golden light dissipated little by little. But when he saw the scenery around him clearly, he couldn't help but be surprised. He vaguely remembered that he had fainted from being knocked on the chest by the strange man, but how could he not be surprised when he woke up in such a scene?

By the way, how are the realm spirits?

Thinking of such a question, Yin Fan was anxious and was about to find the realm spirit, but before his right foot was raised, he just moved, his eyes were dark, and the feeling of extreme weakness spread to his whole body. His body swayed from side to side, unable to grasp even a basic sense of balance, and he fell to the ground. It took him a while to recover, and he was bitter.

In the past few days, he has been running around for a few days, but the food he eats on weekdays is much less than in the past, and this qi and blood are not supplied, and the blood sucking of the blood talisman every night and the recent repair of wounds have already made his essence blood supply somewhat insufficient. At this time, his eyes turned black and he almost fainted after just moving his body, according to Yin Fan's experience, this was already a reminder that his qi and blood were insufficient.

He gritted his teeth, propped his hands out on the delicate ground, pressed his knees against the ground, and used all his strength to get himself to his feet. The eastern horizon shone red, and a trace of light shone through the cracks of a few clouds. Through the light, he found the way to the village. He staggered up the dirt road and saw a crowd of people staggering to the ground.

The realm spirit lay on the ground with its stray hair covering its cheeks, frowning slightly, as if it had encountered something unhappy in a dream. Yin Fan smiled helplessly, walked to her side, and was about to bend down to wake up the realm spirit, but as soon as his body bent and dizzy, his head surged up, his eyes were black, and his body could no longer control it.

It's just that faintly, there was a crisp sound of a bell, but he didn't hear it.

In a dream.

At the foot of the feet are full of flowers blooming with tiny red petals, and when you look around, they are bright red. A gentle breeze passed, and the slightly humid air rushed forward from behind, blowing countless petals, swirling and drifting into the distance.

When I turned around, there was a sparkling lake...... No, it's a sea of shattered light.

He looked at the other side of the sea, his deep gaze crossed time and space, crossed the reincarnation, and saw the woman in Tsing Yi on that side, who was also proud and independent.

They stretched out their hands to each other, as if they wanted to touch each other's faces across time and space. In his eyes, he saw her hand reach out, closer and closer, closer and closer, until it touched his own face......

Yin Fan opened his eyes, the bright light pierced his eyes, and there was a hand on his cheek, gently wiping it for himself. When he came to his senses, he saw that the owner of the slender jade hand was dressed in linen, and combed his hair in a bun, which hung down a little on the sides of his face, and set off some maturity and charm of the little fairy-like face.

He opened his eyes, and the realm spirit was so surprised that she almost didn't jump up, she jumped up from the edge of the bed, grabbed Yin Fan's hand and shouted, "Ah, young master, you're awake!"

Yin Fan smiled a little reluctantly and said, "Well, I'm awake." He looked around and saw that it was in a slightly large bedroom, and wondered, "Where am I?"

Jieling said: "It's at the mayor's house." After a pause, she asked strangely, "Young Master, what happened to you before?" When you were lying on the bed, your whole body was shaking and trembling, and you were sweating a lot. Her eyes widened, as if in response to Yin Fan's strange look at her, she raised the almost soaked towel in her hand.

"This ......" Yin Fan touched his nose, and held back for a long time before telling the people in the town at night about the things that were led by the bell, telling him all the things that happened when he finally woke up and then fell headlong on the realm spirit.

"That's right. The realm spirit rolled its eyes and asked, "Where did the woman go in the back?"

Yin Fan was stunned, he really forgot about this matter, and when he was about to think about it, he suddenly heard a knock on the door, and a slightly thick voice outside the door asked: "I am the mayor of Shiqiao Town, is Engong awake?"

When the realm spirit heard this voice, he shouted loudly outside the door: "Wake up, wake up, the young master has woken up." ”

"Squeak"

The door was pushed open, dust fluttered in the dazzling sunlight that shone through the door, and he stepped into the threshold with one foot, as carefully as if he were stepping into a coffin, and then the whole man entered. It was a hunched man, his face was full of wrinkles, and with his gray hair, he gave him a very old look. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Yin Fan always felt that the old man's gaze had been wandering around the realm spirit.

He came to the bedside, saluted Yin Fan, and said respectfully: "The old man is Duan Chengmian, the mayor of Shiqiao Town, and I thank this son for saving the lives of hundreds of people in the town. ”

Yin Fan was stunned by this sudden scene, and was about to sit up from the bed after coming back to his senses, but as soon as he moved his body, the heavy dizziness in his brain came overwhelmingly, making him almost weak all over his body, and he fell on the bed with a pop. Although he did not faint completely, he gasped for breath and sweated profusely on his forehead.

Seeing his appearance, the realm spirit was startled, hurriedly wrung out the handkerchief in his hand, wiped his sweat again, and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Yin Fan shook his head helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "It's nothing, it's just that my stomach hasn't eaten a little in recent days." ”

The realm spirit was stunned, his mouth opened slightly and was about to speak, but Duan Chengmian preemptively said: "We expected that Gongzi would be hungry when he woke up, so we have already prepared food for the benefactor, and we also specially killed a pig in the town to thank the benefactor." ”

Hearing that there was food to eat, Yin Fan immediately grinned and said, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, hehehe......"

Duan Chengmian didn't talk nonsense, and after making a gesture, he turned around and walked out. With a smile on his face, even the wrinkles widened a lot, and he didn't know that he had received a great gift from this savior to eat his flesh.