"When it is true and false, it is true when it is false, and when it is false, it is also false, just like this chess game, there is still black in the black, and there is still a game in the game, how can the world distinguish between right and wrong, I don't know how many people can come out of this world this time, maybe only you can do it. ”

The middle-aged scribe flipped his right hand, picked up a white seed out of nowhere, picked it up with his index and middle fingers, and silently landed on the only empty spot on the chessboard.

With a wave of his left hand, all the sunspots on the chessboard suddenly disappeared, leaving only a lone white seed to stay at the sharp corner of the chessboard, looking so lonely, so humble, and so unruly.

There was a smile in the eyes of the middle-aged scribe, and there was even a hint of warmth in this smile, and he couldn't help but have a little more expectation in his eyes when he looked into the distance.

Han Shi squatted in a sealed passage, looking at the corpses leaning on the stone wall not far away, for a long time, he turned his head, his eyes fell on the handwriting on the stone wall on the side, and his eyes were solemn.

"The old man, Master Aoki, by chance, entered this place with his two brothers and sisters for more than 100 years, and he has never been able to find a way out.

This place is extremely strange, it is almost impossible to disperse the spiritual sense, and no matter what, as long as it is out of sight, the sound cannot be heard, which is why decades ago, I was carelessly separated from the three senior brothers.

Over the years, I have been looking for traces of the three of them, and decades ago, I finally met one of them, who was none other than the third senior brother.

When we met, the third senior brother's behavior was very sluggish, I secretly thought that he had been confined here for too long, so my mind was a little confused, and I hadn't seen anyone for a long time, and in my excitement, I didn't even notice the madness in the eyes of the third senior brother.

Just as I was approaching, the third senior brother burst out and seriously injured me, and then, he intended to devour me, his crazy state was already a beast, and I had no choice but to kill the third senior brother.

I don't have much longevity left, and with the sudden serious injury, I feel that the limit is not far away, so I use this residual longevity to continue to look for clues in this endless journey.

In the years that followed, I met several more sluggish people, who, unlike the madness of the Third Senior Brother, were completely sluggish, truly walking dead, lost in endless stray, and did not even resist when I took their storage bags, which I call the Lost.

There were also a few people who were the same as the third senior brother, with an extremely crazy look in their eyes, but when they saw me, they rushed towards me, intending to devour me.

With the lesson of the third senior brother, I was prepared to kill these people one by one, these people with crazy eyes, I call them devourers.

I had obtained dozens of storage bags on these men, and there was not much left of them, and I had run out of oil by this point.

I have carved these experiences on the stone wall for posterity, and I am relieved that someone can escape from this life. ”

Looking at the corpses lying on the ground not far away, Han Shi's eyes revealed a trace of coldness, "Lost...... Devourer ......"

He had only been in this place for a few days, and he had not yet met these two people, but it was naturally better to plan for it now, and it would be fine if he encountered the lost.

According to Master Aoki's description, the Devourer is clearly the one who swallows people when he sees them, and he is only at the peak of the Condensation Yuan Stage at the moment, and if he encounters the Devourer, he can only retreat.

Han Shi walked up to the corpse, bowed towards the corpse, and said, "Offended." ”

With a suck in his left hand, the method of taking things started, and dozens of bags of different sizes flew towards Han Shi, and Han Shi grabbed it.

Looking at the corpses underground, Han Shi said to himself: "Senior, although I don't know where you come from, if one day, I can find your hometown, and the younger generation will definitely send you back to your hometown for burial, so that you will not die alone in a foreign land." ”

Han Shi pointed forward with two fingers in his right hand, and the bones of the corpse were wrapped in a thick cloud of vitality, floating gently, and being stored in the depths of the storage bag by Han Shi.

Suddenly, a line of golden light flashed on the ground, and Han Shi looked at it fixedly, and another line of small characters was written on the ground.

"The old man is more than 2,000 years old, at this time the limit is approaching, I will press the treasure of my life---- the Shadow Sword under my body, if someone is willing to bury my bones, this treasure will have a fate with you, otherwise it will not be fate.

I know that the people who come here are all miserable, and I don't expect to be able to return to my roots, but I still have the idea of what if.

If one day you get out of trouble and leave, please bury the old man's bones in his hometown Shuiyue Country, and Aoki will worship from afar. ”

Gently brushing away the dust on the ground, a flying sword about two feet long and almost transparent appeared, the sword body did not reveal any brilliance, nor did it emit a trace of breath, no wonder I didn't notice it just now.

If it weren't for the blessing of the soul, the remains of this Venerable Master Aoki would be collected and brought back to his hometown, and he would not have found the handwriting on the ground, let alone this flying sword.

Han Shi urged the vitality and spiritual sense, and entered the short sword, the spiritual consciousness remaining in the flying sword was already extremely broken, and the slight resistance was erased by Han Shi, and the spiritual sense completely penetrated into the sword body, branding the spiritual sense.

Then, Han Shi bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of essence blood, which fell on the sword body, and in less than three breaths, all the essence blood was absorbed by the sword body.

A warm feeling of water melting floated to Han Shi's heart, this flying sword was like an arm, where the meaning is, where the sword goes.

With the increase of the input of vitality, the color of the flying sword became lighter, and after a while, it disappeared completely in front of his eyes, but in Han Shi's mind, he could still feel the existence of the flying sword.

Han Shi's heart moved, and the flying sword slashed through a trace that only he could see, and stabbed straight towards the opposite stone wall.

In the blink of an eye, there was a thud on the stone wall, and then a knob the size of a finger appeared, and the flying sword flew back in response, only to leak a faint outline between turns, but then disappeared again.

Only Han Shi could see that the sword flashed and returned to his side, and the outline of the sword gradually appeared again under the movement of his mind.

Although the road ahead was full of dangers, Han Shi's heart was still uncontrollably excited, this Shadow Separation Sword was too suitable for him, not only extremely sharp, but most importantly, it was silent and without a trace.

Coupled with the fact that Han Shi's spiritual sense is difficult for others to detect, against those old monsters whose cultivation far surpasses him, this sword is simply a tailor-made treasure.

The technique of spiritual sense petrification is indeed strong, but it is basically useless to a higher-order monk, after all, the gap in cultivation is too big, and the strength of spiritual consciousness is too far apart.

And this flying sword is completely different, the monk of the foundation building period, Han Shi is confident that he will take his life within ten blows, while the monk of the Yuan Dan period, Han Shi is not sure, but if the opponent is careless, he may still be injured under this sword.

As for Monk Ning Yuan, with the combination of Han Shi's spiritual sense petrification technique and this Shadow Separation Sword, as long as he didn't have a powerful defensive magic weapon, he could basically kill instantly.

After a long time, Han Shi felt that he had a sense of unity with the Shadow Sword, so he took it back, and the flying sword continued to shrink, and was incorporated into the palm of Han Shi's hand, becoming an inconspicuous sword shadow, unless he looked carefully, otherwise he would not find this faint shadow at all.

Han Shi's pupils contracted slightly, and he was even more surprised that this sword didn't need to be stored in the storage bag, which was the characteristic of Xianbao.

If it is an ordinary spiritual treasure, it cannot be transformed, only stored in the storage bag, and the immortal treasure has the effect of transformation, submerged into the body, becoming a part of the body, and the same as the human mind, so it is called a fairy treasure.

Han Shi looked at the sword shadow in his palm, forcibly pressed the excitement, his eyes fell on the stone wall, Han Shi sat cross-legged, looking at the handwriting, his eyes were contemplative.

According to what the Venerable Master Aoki wrote, this man has been cultivating for more than 2,000 years, and as far as he knows, the master has only been cultivating for about a thousand years.

And this person, with such a profound cultivation, has been here for more than 100 years, and has not found an exit, so he must have used all the methods that he could use, and he naturally thought of all the methods that he could think.

This is a lesson from the past, and if I were like him, I would surely have the same result, and perhaps there is something mysterious waiting to be understood, and instead of walking around constantly, it is better to stop and think, and maybe there is a glimmer of life.

Thinking of this, Han Shi had been scurrying around like a headless fly for a few days, and the faint sense of anxiety generated by it suddenly disappeared, replaced by a calm gaze like ice.

Everyone who comes here has had this faint restlessness, and as time passes, it gradually accumulates, and the restlessness slowly turns into mania, and the mania slowly turns into hysteria, and then despair.

After despair, there will be two kinds of people, one is complete despair, and they will become the lost ones that Aoki said.

The other is despair, and after a little soberness, it suddenly erupts and becomes a monster that only knows how to devour, and it is the devourer.

And Han Shi swept away the accumulated anxiety at this moment, but it was an invisible kind of self-help.