Walk out of the lush Zhihui Forest and look at the desolate and slaughtered land in front of you. Feeling the strange gloom in the air, Yi Shuihan's eyes slowly became solemn.

Since the fifty-fourth year of the Yan calendar, the land here has changed from green to black, and the sky here has changed from blue to red. This is the only trace left by the great war a thousand years ago, and it will forever record the darkest period of mankind.

On the gray battlefield, there was a faint flash of blood and ghost fire, looking at the Shura field in front of him, Yi Shuihan's delicate and immature cheeks were deeply wrinkled. Although I have never returned to the forest, I have also seen some books that record that the Jedi battlefield is full of yin and poisonous gas, and there are even yin spirits and ghosts gathered here, devouring living beings in order to exist in this light world for a long time.

In ancient times, it was recorded that people were born, old, sick and died, and the soul of the deceased was reincarnated after leaving the body. However, there are resentful spirits in this world, and the dead do not turn a blind eye, and they are too obsessed with the things of their previous lives, so they stay in the world and do not want to die.

"Let go of the thought, feel at ease, what's the trouble?" Turning his head to look at both sides of the battlefield, he couldn't see the edge at a glance, the specific area occupied by the Jedi battlefield was not recorded in the book, and Yi Shuihan's idea of wanting to bypass it was shattered.

With a light sigh, Yi Shuihan stepped on, the foggy battlefield, as soon as he came in, Yi Shuihan felt chills all over his body, not the cold of his body. It is a kind of fear and cowardice from the heart, the body is warm, but the heart is cold. Slowly turning around, there was still a white mist behind him, but Yi Shuihan always had a feeling that someone was following him all the time.

All living beings in the world are equal, whether it is a human race or a demon race with a strong body, they are born with three true fires, child fire, yang fire and life fire. The child's fire is the child's fire, and the child's body will be extinguished when the child's body is broken. Yang fire is the natural fire in the body of the two demon races, the yang fire in the body will be extinguished if it has been wandering in the gloomy place for a long time, and the yang fire will also ignite again by itself when it leaves the gloomy and ghostly land, Yi Shui Han feels cold, because the yang fire is about to be extinguished. The fire of life is simple, it is the fire of human life, the fire burns and the person lives, and the fire extinguishes the person dies.

At this time, in the mist that Yi Shuihan saw at all, there were dozens of Yin Spirits peeping at him. One by one, they stared at Yi Shuihan with blood-red eyes. It's been a long time since a living creature has been on the Sealed Battlefield, and it's been a long time since their cold fangs have been opened. Now as soon as the fire of Yi Shui Han is extinguished, they will attack it in groups and eat Yi Shui Han as quickly as possible to comfort their beast-like desires.

Although he didn't know that there were so many yin spirits surrounding him, Yi Shuihan deeply understood that before his yang fire was extinguished, he would not be in any danger, so he had been running frantically towards the front, trying to walk the farthest road in the shortest time, but at this moment, the yang fire on Yi Shuihan's body suddenly went out.

A burst of crying "Woo ......" suddenly remembered.

Yi Shuihan suddenly stopped, holding the sword tightly in his hand. A very ordinary sword, the sword is seven feet long, the sword body is dark, and there is a faint cold light.

The whining cry seems to have the meaning of the gods, which makes people's hearts tremble and their scalps tingle...... Especially this cry is not one, but like a wave, wave after wave towards Yi Shuihan, without the slightest pause, wave after wave, wave after wave.

It was as if countless people were crying sadly, and adults, children, men, and women couldn't hear it at all. The cry turned into an invisible ripple and spread in all directions.

"Damn it!"

Yi Shuihan roared angrily, and as soon as the poignant voice entered his ears, Yi Shuihan suddenly felt a splitting headache. He didn't dare to delay at all, and his spiritual power was instantly raised to the extreme, and he fled forward at the fastest speed.

The terrible sound of the wind and the miserable cry still echoed in my ears, as if it was useless to run far away, the fire of Yishui and the cold sun had been extinguished, and the danger had arrived.

With Yi Shuihan's current cultivation, he can't even fly, how can he compare to the Yin Spirit flying behind him. Yi Shuihan, who had always been very satisfied with the close speed of his cultivation, only felt regret at this time.

Yi Shuihan ran forward frantically, even if he knew that he couldn't get rid of the Yin Spirit no matter what, he kept running forward, at this time Yi Shuihan was already at the end of the road, and there was no other way!

It seemed that he noticed that Yi Shuihan's running speed was a little faster, and the cold ghost cry in his ears became more poignant. Just in an instant, Yi Shuihan felt dizzy and dizzy, and scarlet blood flowed out of his eyes, nose, mouth and other seven orifices.

Yi Shuihan clenched his teeth and ran forward desperately, his physical strength was gradually overdrawn, and the teeth in his mouth were slowly bleeding out because he was too hard. Through the mist, Yi Shuihan already felt that his mind was stiff and numb.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and Yi Shuihan tripped and fell to the ground. subconsciously stuck the sword on the ground, and barely stood up.

The Yin Spirit that followed quickly wrapped Yi Shuihan up, like a bloodthirsty hungry wolf rushing towards Yi Shuihan, they desperately bit Yi Shuihan, and they also bit each other.

The terrible magic sound and mental pain made Yi Shuihan's consciousness weaker and weaker. At this time, Yi Shuihan didn't have the slightest superfluous thoughts, only one belief was that he couldn't sit still, he knew in his heart that if he continued like this, the surrounding Yin Spirits would eat his soul as quickly as possible. Yi Shuihan desperately waved the iron sword in his hand, but he couldn't stop the Yin Soul in the slightest.

Forcibly stabilizing his body, Yi Shuihan bit his slender arm, blood slowly flowed out of his mouth, and the severe pain in his flesh finally made his confused eyes have a trace of clarity.

"Ahh

Forcibly urging the spiritual power in his body, Yi Shuihan instantly reached an unprecedented peak, his blood-red eyes glared at the surrounding Yin Spirits, and he swallowed the blood that should have been spit out. The continuous impact has completely aroused the fierceness in his bones.

There was a sudden thunder around Yi Shuihan, and the long sword that had just glowed with white light flashed with violent thunder. Yi Shuihan was desperately chopping as if he was crazy, chopping and stabbing. The thunder flew wantonly in the air, and the terrible cries around followed, and the stabbing of Yi Shui Han also screamed more violently.

The surrounding Yin Spirits slowly moved backwards, looking at Yi Shuihan from afar, waiting for the moment when Yi Shuihan was truly exhausted. ”

Slowly stopping his figure, Yi Shuihan looked up at the sky, and his already blue face became even more ugly. As far as the eye could see, a huge mist rushed towards Yi Shuihan violently, and the mist enveloped Yi Shuihan from far and near, and it enveloped Yi Shuihan in a few breaths.

Although he didn't know what was in the mist, the coercion it exuded and the frightened eyes of the surrounding ghosts, Yi Shuihan knew that it was not a good type.

The sudden pressure made Yi Shuihan a little out of breath, although he hadn't seen the true face of the fog clearly, but Yi Shuihan knew that he had no way out.

Yi Shuihan didn't have the slightest intention of escaping, and he knew in his heart that it was useless to escape, because Yi Shuihan knew that even if he wanted to, he couldn't run away. With the coercion of this mist, he knew that he had no chance.

"What should I do?" Yi Shuihan's brain was already numb, and the severe pain made him unable to think.

"Is there a difference between striking first and striking last? Yi Shuihan whispered this sentence.

The huge shadow in the mist finally revealed its hideous face, Yi Shuihan's pupils shrank slightly, this is a huge bone tiger, there is no skin and flesh on its body, its two eyes exude a faint green light, its sharp fangs are hideously exposed, and the white skeleton of its body exudes endless yin energy.

Yi Shuihan bit his lip lightly, looking at the body of the bone tiger in front of him with a shudder, he knew that he was no match for this bone tiger no matter what.

The white tiger of the demon clan is a divine beast second only to Tianfeng and Shenlong. If you don't guess wrong, this bone tiger must be the corpse of the demon white tiger left behind by the Great War thousands of years ago, although the cultivation is not as good as before, but even so, his tiger whiskers are not his own, a little monk who has just broken through the foundation building period.

The white bone tiger stopped in front of Yi Shuihan, looking down at the ant-like human in front of him, the distance between the two was nearly ten zhang, but because the bone tiger was extremely large, it seemed that this distance was very close. Yi Shuihan forcibly suppressed his trembling heart, looked up at the behemoth in front of him, and looked at his reflection in those dark green eyes.

A tiger roared.

The bone tiger pounced towards Yi Shuihan, and its bone claws, which were as white as jade, grabbed at Yi Shuihan.

Yi Shuihan looked blankly at the bone claws that were getting closer and closer to him, and slowly closed his eyes. At this time when death was imminent, he was unprecedentedly calm, even relaxed.

Survive for more than ten years, and it is very boring and tiring to live in the cold water. From birth to the present, he has lived alone, practiced swordsmanship alone, and studied alone. He has no parents, no friends, no care, and how many nights he looks up at the starry sky alone, gloomy and sad.

But at this moment, Yi Shuihan suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, he had never laughed wantonly in his life, and he was not happy. Worry, just a moment, he figured it out.

Yi Shuihan suddenly raised the iron sword in his hand and tried his best to block the deadly tiger claw. No matter what, I am alive, since there is always some meaning to live, but what meaning do I need?

With a loud bang, the huge bone claw slapped Yi Shuihan on his knees and retreated sharply, and Yi Shuihan was out of the range of the bone claw. Looking up at the Bone Tiger, a trace of madness flashed in Yi Shuihan's eyes, and a hideous twist appeared on his face, his left hand was raised high and pointed at the Bone Tiger, "To find meaning, start by cutting off your arm!"