As he suddenly came back to his senses, when he opened his eyes again, the sky was bright.

Overnight, it was like a sea of vicissitudes. Leng Xiao's eyes exuded a touch of vicissitudes, as if he had experienced countless years with this grass and tree.

He suddenly raised his finger and pointed at the space in front of him. There was not a trace of change in front of it, but it seemed as if a mysterious power was flowing gently.

A few wisps of branches and leaves touched this force with the wind, and the new leaves, which were only green, turned yellow in a breath and slowly fell. And your branches have become very dim, like dry wood that can be picked up anywhere.

One refers to spring and autumn.

Leng Xiao exhaled lightly, only then did he remember that Jiao Fei had never heard from him. He took out the transmission note and looked at it, it was originally in this demon spirit realm, and the transmission note had lost its effect.

He didn't think much about it, and immediately sat cross-legged, the majestic aura that could burst people up, but at this moment it became extremely soft, and it was only at the limit of what his body could bear, and it no longer poured in.

I don't know if it's because of his overnight realization, or why, at this moment, his cultivation speed has reached the extreme that he can bear.

But how long could he stay in this demon realm, a month, a few months, a year, or a few years?

A few years of work here can be worth decades of work in the outside world, but he always feels that time is running out, how many moments can he be allowed to cultivate like this?

Abandon all distracting thoughts, after a moment of anger, there is endless peace, cultivation does not know the years, do not feel the sun rise and the moon set, but can also feel that this mountain range is barren and green, green and barren.

After a few reincarnations, Leng Xiao Huoran opened his eyes, and a living creature in front of him was peeping at him, but when he saw him open his eyes at this moment, he was startled, and hurriedly ran away.

Leng Xiao's eyes flashed, he raised his hand slightly, and he didn't see how his body moved, and in the next moment, he was already holding the living thing in his hand, and his body was already a hundred feet away.

Looking closely, the thing in Leng Xiao's hand looks like a gray rabbit, but the ears are short and the tail is narrow and long, if it weren't for the three-petal mouth, it would look like a cat.

It was such a cat-like thing, which was carried in Leng Xiao's hand, and immediately had a hideous face, was furious, and opened its teeth and claws, but according to its appearance, it really had no deterrent effect.

A wave of aura fluctuated from its body, and its hair stood up like steel needles, but for a moment, there was a tingling sensation on Leng Xiao's fingers, but it was still indifferent.

The rabbit cat was discouraged for a while, knowing that it was not a cold opponent, and there was a hint of pleading in those big eyes.

Leng Xiao was funny when he saw it, but it was the first time he saw a living creature recently, so he caught it, and he had no ill will towards it. At this moment, he let go of his hand.

As soon as the rabbit cat lost its restraints, its body suddenly moved, and before it even landed, it was already a few feet away.

Leng Xiao let out a soft sigh in his mouth, although the rabbit cat was fast, Leng Xiao found that one of its hind legs seemed to be injured, and it stumbled slightly when it ran away.

He was so light that he didn't think it was because of his injuries.

Just as he shook his head slightly, the rabbit cat, which was running away quickly, actually fled back like crazy again, making a mouse-like "squeak" sound in his mouth, and showing a trace of horror in his eyes.

It was just when Leng Xiao was approaching that Huo Ran was stunned in mid-air, unable to move again, and was already pinched by a big hand and restrained.

The man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he was more than eight feet tall, half a head taller than Leng Xiaoshang.

He didn't pay attention to the spirit beast in his hand, but looked at Leng Xiao condescendingly, his brows furrowed, and he gently spit out a word of rejection in his mouth: "In such a barren mountain and wild land, you can also meet a demon, should it be said that it is luck or bad luck?"

He seemed to be asking Leng Xiao, and although there was some impulsiveness in his tone, there seemed to be no malice. But as his words fell, a strong killing intent seemed to rise suddenly from the wind and sand, and his eyes were full of charm.

I saw that the big-eyed man's eyes were already bigger at this moment, just like this, like a bull's eye. He held the spirit beast in one hand, and took out a firewood knife from behind him in the other.

The appearance of this firewood knife is no different from that used by farmers, and it looks a little old, but on the mottled yellow rust, there is a touch of sharpness, so that people dare not slack off.

Leng Xiao had already drawn his sword in an instant, and he was in contact with the man's chai knife, and he was slightly deadlocked.

It is said that although this man is tall, his appearance is not good, revealing a sense of honesty, who expected that as soon as he made a move, it would be a killer move.

As soon as the two of them fought in a short fight, and as soon as they used their own strength, the two sides dispersed.

This man's honest face exuded a touch of cruelty, which made people's hearts chill. His fingers slammed into force, pinching the struggling spirit beast silently, and slamming it to the ground.

"The little thing that gets in the way. ”

He took a sip, and the spirit beast fell under the tree, not knowing whether it was alive or dead, but it was no longer moving, and there seemed to be blood spilling out of its mouth.

"Your Excellency is really cruel. ”

After discarding the spirit beast, the man had an empty hand, and his momentum increased a little, and when he heard Leng Xiao's words, he couldn't help but sneer three times: "You wait for the demon cultivator, why didn't you remember the word 'cruel' when you slaughtered my human race? Today, a certain person will cut you under the knife, just to sacrifice you!"

The man didn't say a word, turned into a streamer, and the firewood knife was unpretentious between the swings, like a woodcutter chopping wood, and slashed at Leng Xiao.

But this move without any fancy tricks faintly blocked the space, and no matter how Leng Xiao dodged, he couldn't dodge this knife.

However, Leng Xiao never thought of hiding. There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, but he didn't wait for him to think about it, so he could only make a move.

A burst of blue light erupted from his body, and his long sword and body were already indistinguishable from each other.

The man's knife clearly slashed Leng Xiao, but it penetrated the blue light and landed in the air. And the blue light had already flashed from his chest, revealing a cold figure in the distance.

The long sword in Leng Xiao's hand swung slightly, and the blood did not drop. Looking at the man, a hideous bloody mouth had been cut out of his chest, stretching across his chest.

Although the appearance is miserable, Leng Xiao's sense of proportion is very good, and the injury is neither light nor serious.

The man's eyes were sharp, but his face calmed down, and he shouted in a low voice: "You are still a little demon, but you are the crane of the chicken flock and the tiger of the cat's nest.

Between the words, he took out an elixir and slapped it into his abdomen. He knew very well that he was not Leng Xiao's opponent, and a trace of aura fluctuations quietly floated on the soles of his feet, and he was about to flee even without caring about the spirit beast.

The two glanced at each other, and the man suddenly slashed with a knife, and several knives came horizontally, and he took advantage of the situation to retreat, not taking the usual road, and jumped.

But I saw that he was like a tanuki, and his toes fell back and forth on the trees around him, and the speed was faster, and he was silent, and in the blink of an eye, he was already vaguely heard among the shadows of the trees.

Leng Xiao suddenly raised his sword and pointed at it, it seemed to be gentle and soft, but a ripple suddenly rippled on the sword body, and this space was like a wave of water, and then it stirred.

Those few sword qi disappeared without a trace in just an instant, and they were easily erased.

The man was running away, looked back, and saw that Leng Xiao was not chasing, and his heart had just relaxed, but his hair rose in an instant, and the firewood knife in his hand subconsciously slashed back.

This Lingbao firewood knife seems to be stuck in the quagmire at this moment, the rust on the blade is falling off, and the entire blade is also decaying in a breath!

The man's heart was horrified, and he immediately gave up the firewood knife, and his body retreated violently, but there was still something stained on the corners of his clothes, and it became loose and fragmented like the firewood knife.

He hastily took off his shirt, threw it far away, and then took off his trousers, and watched it rot and disperse as the wind blew.

At this moment, before he could relax a little, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, but he saw that his hands had become extremely rough, like the hands of an old man in the twilight of his life.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it. And this change is silent, and his body is not even half different!

The man slowly raised his head, but saw Leng Xiao walking towards him. His breathing was a little short, and he felt that Leng Xiao seemed to be a little taller, and he could already look at him at eye level.

"The way of time, the way of time! Since you are in this reincarnation mountain range, don't you feel it from it?"

He blurted out his words, but immediately denied it: "It is absolutely impossible, but how can a beast become a spirit, how can it have such understanding!"

He roared, with no dying's fear or hatred on his face, only deep unwillingness.

Leng Xiao opened his mouth and asked, "Your Excellency just said that you want to sacrifice to Xiao?" I don't know what kind of door your mouth is?"

Listening to Leng Xiao's inquiry, this man may have found some confidence, the corners of his mouth showed a trace of disdain, and he immediately sneered: "This ...... I'm afraid you won't know in this life!"

As soon as he lifted the firewood knife, it fell to his chest and abdomen, and in an instant his intestines flowed to the ground. He is already completely clothed, he really came and walked naked, and he is in this life.

Leng Xiao's fingers trembled slightly, and even the long sword in his hand let out a slight groan.

He could have stopped him, but he hesitated and lost his life.

From the moment this man revealed his murderous intent, he hesitated in his heart whether he should be a killer or not.

Although it stands to reason that if a man wants to put him to death, then he takes the man's life, and it is only a matter of correspondence. But every time he sees someone die, he always has a sense of panic in his heart - no matter whether this person is good or evil.

Furthermore, in this world, what is good and what is evil, and who can make sense?

He bent his fingers a little, and gently dispersed the cloud of spiritual mist that rose from the man's body. The man's Jin Dan cultivated, and this spiritual mist may be worth half a month of his penance.

I have to admit that when he raised his finger, he hesitated, even if it was only for a moment.

The corners of Leng Xiao's mouth flashed with a touch of self-deprecation, why do you need to pretend to be a saint and pretend to be kind? The elixir he uses and the food he eats is not life?

It is said that there is always a division of life in people's hearts, and then open and close their mouths to the equality of all beings, but they are hypocritical.

He turned his head to look at the man's scattered clothes, vaguely covered in something.

Leng Xiao stepped forward quickly, and swept away a few pieces of fragments with a wave of his sleeve, which turned out to be a jade slip.

This jade slip was injured by the power of cold time, and it was already bleak at the moment. Leng Xiao tried to probe a trace of aura into it, and the jade slip turned into a puff of dust in an instant, dissipating the last trace of aura.

At this moment, Leng Xiao got a vague feedback in his mind. But according to the man's sworn state before committing suicide, I think that Yu Jian should have nothing to do with the so-called "door".

He returned to the place where the rabbit cat spirit beast fell to the ground, and gently probed his fingers, this spirit beast had five or six broken bones in its body, and its breath was extinct, if it weren't for the spiritual energy in its body, maintaining its life, I am afraid it would have died long ago.

Leng Xiao took out an elixir from his arms, and the aura was crushed into powder with a shock, and it was sent into its mouth, and then combed its muscles and bones with the aura.

After a while, the spirit beast coughed, spit out a mouthful of blood, and its eyelids trembled slightly, as if remembering something, and opened their eyes in an instant.

As soon as its body moved, it was about to jump, but it hissed and fell to the ground again.

Leng Xiao shook his head slightly and said, "Xiao has no intention of hurting you, you just leave." ”

Hearing Leng Xiao's words, the spirit beast took a few steps back gently, glanced at Leng Xiao deeply, drilled into the bushes, and left.

Leng Xiao didn't care where the spirit beast went, but carefully recalled the blurred picture from the jade slip before.

He suddenly flew into the sky, and regardless of whether it would attract attention, he just opened his eyes and looked around.

But he saw that the mountains were faintly surrounded by a circle, and the peak where he was originally located was about the middle of this circle.

And the blurry picture in his mind was this scene of mountains and mountains, marked with a bright red dot in the center.

Leng Xiao slowly closed his eyes, and several thoughts flashed in his heart, to explore, or to stay. Staying, you can cultivate steadily, and exploration, maybe by leaps and bounds, or maybe in vain, or even worse.

His brows furrowed slightly, his eyes fell into the air, and he murmured: "When did Leng have so many worries about acting!"

Raising his eyes again, the trace of dazedness in the depths of his eyes had already turned into emptiness, and his body swept out, like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, as sharp as thunder, going back and forth.

He suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, and every time he left the place in a hurry, he always felt that he was backward, but he didn't know where to go, he just thought about leaving.

But in the end, you always have to go back to the original point, because where you take the first step, there are always important things that you are not aware of.

Unbeknownst to him, when he flew up, a spirit beast that looked like a rabbit and a cat looked up, and there was still a trace of blood on the three-petal mouth.

The spirit beast twisted its hind legs that had been picked up by Leng Xiao, turned back suddenly, and chased in the direction Leng Xiao left.

It was not as fast as Leng Xiao, and it was no longer visible after only a few breaths. Maybe even if it chases to the end, it can't find Leng Xiao.

Just pursue, what is the result?

The Reincarnation Mountains, these continuous mountains, have gone through a cycle in half a day.

At this moment, the sky was dark again, and the sun was slanting in the west, as if it was about to disappear in the next moment. And these mountains have gradually faded away from the daytime scenery, and have become that barren scene again.

Leng Xiao Yujian rode the wind, his clothes flew up, and Yunxia himself turned sideways, but he didn't appreciate it.

He had already walked through the surrounding peaks, but he didn't find anything strange, this time he wanted to dig three feet into the ground to see if there was anything unusual, but he arrived, but he slowly turned his gaze to the grass hut at the bottom of the mountain.

Under the sunset, the wooden door of the grass hut was open, and there were shadows lying at the door, and it was still impossible to see how many of them.