“Woo…”

Somewhere, the cold wind blew over the sky and the void suddenly cracked.

A broken figure fell from the crack, drew a diagonal line in the air, and fell heavily into a valley.

"Peng!"

The rocks splashed, and a shallow pit also emerged.

In the center of the shallow pit, there was a broken corpse, and the body was covered with blood.

There are many bloodthirsty beasts in the mountains here, especially the smell of blood that makes them devour from the bottom of their hearts.

In an instant, a roar came from all over the place, and the shaking of branches and leaves showed how many ferocious beasts were running!

"Well……"

Suddenly, a slight struggle sounded.

But the corpse was not dead yet, and there was still a breath.

This person's body is incomplete, his internal organs are incomplete, his head, skull and cheeks are even more bloody and skull is shattered.

I am afraid that I am less than 30% of my body left!

In addition, there was a terrifying power of destruction that was still raging in his body, but even so, there was still a little vitality.

The man struggled to open his eyes, his head was slightly on his side, and a group of ferocious beasts surrounding him stopped instantly.

Although they do not have much intelligence, they have an instinctive sense of crisis.

I want to retreat, but it’s too late!

"Peng!"

Countless blood mists exploded at the same time, and gathered in the sky to form a strange pattern, floating towards the man on the ground, and merged into it and disappeared.

After a long time, the person breathed a sigh of relief.

"I didn't expect that I would actually use this evil method."

After laughing for a few times, Sun Heng's eyes moved slightly. He struggled for a moment, but he lowered his head helplessly.

Although he escaped from the Netherworld Corpse Emperor, the other party's punch could not completely avoid it.

He was so seriously injured that he was almost dying, and even the Bodhi divine light was almost difficult to work.

Especially the power that was raging in the body was blocking the repair of the body, and it seemed to have a vague sense of the Netherworld Corpse Emperor.

This breath must be blocked, otherwise it will still be tracked to the location and will eventually be unable to escape.

When he changed his mind, a long animal leather jacket appeared quietly and slowly moved towards Sun Heng's sea of ​​consciousness.

A moment later, a white light appeared in the middle of Sun Heng's forehead, and a faint mist gushed out from it.

Half a day later, the fog spread to the entire valley, and finally merged with the miasma in the valley that had been going on for years.

At some time, some illusory figures emerged in the fog.

…………

Seven years later.

"Crazy..."

The rapid footsteps echoed in the mountains and forests. A young man in a dress was carrying a sword box and was running forward with a panic on his face.

The young man has a strong body and extraordinary body skills, but he seems to be injured and his steps are a little staggering.

In addition, he lacks experience in running through the mountains and forests, and his distance is getting closer and closer to those chasing behind him.

“There is blood here.”

"Chasing, he's not far ahead!"

"Carry the Qiqi Rat over and let it distinguish its location."

The continuous shouts from behind are getting closer and closer, which makes the young man's face look increasingly ugly.

"Ahem..."

The young man was about to speed up, but a stinging pain came from his chest, which made him unable to help but caress his chest.

As soon as the cough broke, the rear suddenly became quiet.

Then, a whistling sounded.

"He is there, hurry up and catch up. The Qiankun Sword Box is on him. If you get the Sword Box, you will be the best in the martial arts world!"

"Get out of here, that thing belongs to our five brothers."

"There is only one sword box, but you have five brothers. How can you divide it if you succeed at that time?"

"You don't have to worry about this!"

There were constant quarrels behind, and figures penetrated into the forest and rushed towards each other with their own body movements.

When the young man looked back, he could see those figures faintly.

He knew very well that many of these people were famous masters in the world and he was definitely not an opponent.

When he bit his teeth, he suddenly took out a yellow ancient talisman from his arms, and bit his tongue and spewed blood upwards.

The ancient talisman was infected with blood and suddenly lit up. Then a yellow light wrapped the young man and pulled him forward like a bird.

The speed was so fast that it was enough to get away from the people behind it in just a moment.

But the effect of the ancient talisman obviously cannot last long, and the inspiration on it soon faded.

"Peng!"

When the ancient talisman lost its effectiveness, the young man was walking on his feet on the dead branches, and then he fell down on the spot.

"Click..."

The sound of bone fracture sounded immediately.

"ah!"

The young man screamed and curled up with his legs in his arms.

In addition to the twisted bones, a little blood oozing out from his left leg and wrist.

"Tsk tsk..."

A lightly provocative voice suddenly sounded from the front: "It's pitiful, the former rich young master and the rich young master, have now fallen to this point."

"who?"

The young man's body stiffened, and he immediately endured the pain in his legs and wrists and stood up. When he turned his hand, a soft sword with a flashing cold light appeared in his palm.

"Spirit Snake Sword!"

The sound rang again, getting closer and closer to the place: "This is a good thing that is as sharp as iron, but unfortunately..."

"Compared with the thing on your back, this thing is a piece of scrap iron!"

"Crazy..."

The leaves were lifted up by someone, and the two of them stepped on the soft leaves, walking into the eyes of the young people.

Two people are old and young, one man and one woman.

The old man was wearing a Taoist robe, with a clear face and a fairy-like Taoist bone; the girl looked cute, her eyes flashing, and was looking at the boy in front of her from up and down.

"Nine-fingered God's Calculation Duke Nan of Wu!"

Seeing the person coming clearly, the young man's eyes shrank: "Even you want to steal the things from our Zheng family."

"Wrong!"

The old man stretched out a finger and shook it gently: "The Qiankun Sword Box is something from the Wuliang Sect, but it just happened to your Zheng family by chance."

"fart!"

The young man angrily scolded: "This thing belongs to our Zheng family, from the generation of grandfather."

"Oh!"

The old man chuckled: "When Wuliang Sect was destroyed, your grandfather was afraid that he had just been born, grandfather..."

"Um?"

He suddenly frowned, looked at the young man thoughtfully, and muttered in a low voice: "The leader of Wuliang Sect was also surnamed Zheng, could he?"

"snort!"

The young man didn't know what the other person was thinking, but just sneered: "I didn't expect that a generation of masters in the world would even be greedy for what others were in the hands of others."

"The so-called Taoist heroic style, the loyalty and courage of the past, turned out to be a trick of deceiving people. You and others are all the same thing!"

"Little guy, are you very smart?"

Facing the other party's angry scolding, the old man was not angry. He stroked his beard and smiled: "To be honest, the things on your back are too precious, and even if I am old, I will inevitably be moved."
To be continued...