Vaguely, Luo Yi seemed to have arrived at a battlefield.
The top of the head was filled with blood, as if blood stained the sky.
The earth cracked, and countless ghostly things crawled out of the cracks.
In the distance, black mist filled the air. The black mist that covered the sky and the sun seemed to swallow up the entire world one by one.
On the earth, countless Soul Clan monks came one after another, but it was still difficult to resist this Netherworld army.
Higher up, there seemed to be people fighting to the death.
A sage from the soul clan used some secret method to turn his body into a blade and a ray of tide. After the ray passed by, countless Netherworld cultivators were killed and injured.
Even the Netherworld Power high up in the sky was split into two by this line of tide.
It's just that before dying, this Nether Power melted his own essence and blood into a drop, and it splashed on the left arm of the soul clan ancestor...
Then the war lasted for several months, just when the Soul Clan was almost wiped out and was about to be exterminated.
A man in green shirt suddenly appeared here.
This person was the first to kill a great monk in the Netherworld who claimed to be an unparalleled general, and then killed the left and right guardians one after another.
The most shocking thing is that this man can kill one person with one sword.
With three sword strikes, he killed three of the most powerful men in the Netherworld's million-strong army.
It only took less than three days to lead the soul monks, who at this time numbered less than 10,000, to completely drive the Netherworld monk back to the Netherworld Abyss.
This person did not leave a name, only his surname was Baili. Finally, he left a prophecy and left gracefully.
Luo Yi's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and his memory began to become mixed.
There are scenes of living with my mother and uncle in that remote town when I was young.
There are also those who, after winning the title, follow Uncle Xiao and lead troops in battle, or return to the capital in bright clothes and angry horses.
Later, when he came to the Tyrant Dynasty, various murderous intentions emerged, as well as the comfortable but slightly strange life in Biluo Village.
Etc., etc……
All memories are like a smooth mirror with cracks suddenly appearing.
Later, the cracks became more and more numerous, and the mirror shattered into countless fragments, large and small.
Then at a certain moment, the pieces suddenly came back together.
And then it breaks again...
Even though Luo Yi fell into a coma, his body was still shaking.
This kind of pain is not something that ordinary people can bear.
Luo Yi was indeed lying on the stone platform. In the entire secret room, in addition to an extremely terrifying evil aura, there were also traces of sword intent!
And this sword intention seems to be suppressing this cold evil spirit!
Ren Piaomiao stood at the door of the secret room, holding a sword in her right hand and crossing her chest with her hands.
He leaned gently against the door of the secret room and stared at a spider on the web in front of him.
But the sword in his hand was more than half an inch out of its sheath.
If Luo Yi had not fallen into a coma and saw this scene, he would have been extremely surprised.
Because in his impression, Ren Piaomiao, a swordsman in white who was extremely beautiful and almost indistinguishable from male to female, seemed to have never taken out the sword in his hand.
Except for being taken away by the girl Lin Yueran to play with, this extremely handsome long sword has never been unsheathed as long as it is in the hands of Ren Piaomiao.
On the stone platform, dozens of blood vessels seemed to protrude from the incision of the severed arm, but these blood vessels were like worms, squirming non-stop, and then slowly approached Luo Yi...
After actually touching the wound on Luo Yi's left arm, these worm-like blood vessels pierced into it instantly!
Lin Ye narrowed his eyes slightly. In this current situation, when he suddenly heard a sentence.
"The lotus roots are broken and the threads are connected."
At the same time, in the hut of Luo Yi and Su Youlan, Su Youlan frowned, holding in her hand the scroll that Mr. Lin had given to Luo Yi.
But what was a little strange was that no matter how hard Su Youlan tried, the scroll didn't react at all!
She tried many times but couldn't open it at all.
In the end I had to give up.
But what puzzled her was that it wasn't just her that couldn't open this scroll.
Even Luo Yi can't open it!
If Luo Yi is really the one who answered the prophecy, and this scroll was left by the master who left the prophecy thousands of years ago, then it stands to reason that Luo Yi should be able to open it.
Su Youlan sighed and put the scroll back on the table.
At this time, it's time to go out and feed the chickens and ducks.
Su Youlan is now becoming more and more familiar with these things.
But as soon as she walked to the door, she suddenly found that the ground seemed to shake.
But this feeling of vibration was not strong, it seemed like it was just shaking slightly.
Su Youlan frowned. The next moment, the originally clear sky above her head suddenly turned into dense clouds!
Then there was a loud roar!
Su Youlan turned her head suddenly and looked somewhere in the mountains.
Because this sound did not come from heaven!
But it came from the deep mountains!
At this moment, the old ancestral hall has become a ruin.
Dust and smoke were everywhere on the ground, and Lin Ye let Piaomiao and the other two people stand aside.
Lin Ye frowned, and Mr. Lin's expression was also gloomy.
Only Ren Piaomiao stood quietly, looking around, as if looking for the spider that had just made a web.
In the dust and smoke, a flash of red disappeared.
The next moment, Luo Yi appeared behind everyone!
He was naked from the waist up, his eyes were as dark as ink, and he looked at everyone expressionlessly.
Luo Yi's left arm was extremely bright red, like an arm full of blood.
The blood vessels on the arms are clearly visible, and they look like humans but not humans, and they look like ghosts but not ghosts.
Mr. Lin and Lin Ye both turned around and looked at Luo Yi with uncertain expressions.
Only Ren Piaomiao still had his back to Luo Yi at this moment, his eyes always looking for the collapsed ancestral hall.
Lin Ye and Mr. Lin looked at each other and nodded at the same time.
This situation was actually already expected by the two of them.
It must be difficult for Luo Yi to resist the evil energy of the netherworld on his arm. It is reasonable for him to be invaded by evil energy at this moment.
An ancient lock suddenly appeared in Lin Ye's hand.
But at this moment, Luo Yi, who was staring at the three of them, suddenly tilted and fainted again.
Lin Ye was stunned. He hurriedly stepped forward and pinched Luo Yi's wrist. He frowned and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "It's weird...it's weird...this ghostly evil energy seems to have been attracted by this kid." A tyrannical force within the body was forced back into that arm..."
There was a hint of surprise in Mr. Lin's eyes. You must know that this evil spirit in the dark world is extremely domineering. This evil spirit has always unreasonably assimilated all things, but I have never heard of any force that can forcefully defeat this evil spirit!
"That's wrong!" Lin Ye suddenly exclaimed.
Mr. Lin's heart sank, as expected.
But Lin Ye's next words made Mr. Lin freeze on the spot!
"The power in this kid's body not only forced the evil energy of the netherworld back into the ghost's hand, but also...refined a trace of the soul bloodline in the ghost's hand!"
Mr. Lin looked at Luo Yi blankly, God's will...
It's really God's will...
Luo Yi already has the blood of the Soul clan in his body, and it is not false to say that he is half a Soul clan member.
Then when this kid wakes up, he can cultivate his soul power...
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Shaking Tian City, Jingtian Pavilion.
Jing Haoran sat in front of the table, leaning his elbows on the table and gently rubbing his temples with his thumbs.
His eyes were slightly closed, and he looked like he was pretending to sleep, but in fact, the thoughts in his mind came and went tens of thousands of times.
After a while, Yan Song pushed the door open and entered.
Although Jing Haoran didn't open his eyes, he knew who the visitor was. He slowly said, "Do you have the whereabouts of Mr. Cao?"
Yan Song looked a little unnatural. He was silent for a moment and shook his head.
"No."
Jing Haoran sighed, opened his eyes and looked at Yan Song: "Mr. Cao didn't say anything before he left? Even if he just left a letter?"
Yan Song still shook his head.
Jing Haoran frowned. Mr. Cao left Shaking Sky City for no reason, and it has been a month now.
And he left without saying goodbye. No one knew where he went or what he was doing.
Yan Song hesitated for a moment and stopped talking.
Of course he knows where Mr. Cao has gone!
Eternal secret realm!
And he even held the third princess hostage!
At this time, we have entered the depths of the eternal secret realm for a full month.
I am afraid……
Yan Song no longer dared to think about it any more.
Jing Haoran suddenly asked: "Is there anyone else in the Wutong Courtyard?"
Yan Song nodded: "That girl Bai Jingmeng has been living in Wutong Courtyard and has never left."
Jing Haoran held his forehead with both hands and was silent for a moment, "That's all. It's normal for an expert like Mr. Cao to leave and leave without a trace. Just take good care of Bai Jingmeng."
Yan Song nodded in agreement, stood up, and left slowly.
But the moment Yan Song opened the door and left, Jing Haoran suddenly turned his head and glanced at Yan Song's back, his eyes deep.
"I hesitated to speak twice. What on earth do you have to hide..."
The person who can be the master of the Jingtian Pavilion is naturally not an ordinary person.
Yan Song's subtle movements had long been seen by Jing Haoran, whose eyes were as bright as fire.
But if Yan Song didn't say anything, he wouldn't take the initiative to ask.
Over the years, Jing Haoran has figured out a truth.
Some things are more comfortable not knowing than knowing.
Just like at this moment, Jing Haoran was more open-minded about Cao Mo leaving without saying goodbye.
But Yan Song was extremely upset at the moment.
After all, all the precious energy in his body has not yet been removed. If he delays any longer, he may end up on the same old path again.
Su family.
An outsider came to the meeting hall today.
It's just that this person looked a little reserved. After all, it was his first time coming to the Su family's mansion, so he was a little nervous for a while.
And this person is none other than the head of the Chu family, Chu Tiankuo!
Chu Tiankuo and Chu Zhongtian were rescued by the two young heads of the Li family in the south of the Yangtze River and the Kang family in the north in the eternal secret realm. They then returned to Shaking Sky City together, and they managed to save a small life.
This time, I was suddenly invited into the mansion by Su Tianqing, the third son of the Su family, and I felt extremely uneasy.
"Uncle Chu, sit down." Su Tianqing smiled and stretched out his hand, motioning for Chu Tiankuo to sit down and talk.
Chu Tiankuo only pinched the corners of his clothes nervously. Even after sitting down, he didn't know where to put his hands.
Although Su Yuxi, the head of the Su family, died unexpectedly, he heard rumors that the old head of the Su family had come out to take charge of the overall situation.
That old gentleman...
Every time Chu Tiankuo thought about it, a chill would rise in his heart.
Chu Tiankuo hesitated for a moment, and finally asked cautiously: "Why did my nephew call me here this time?"
Su Tianqing smiled and didn't mince words.
"It's a small matter. I just want to ask Uncle Chu to help me. I want to marry your daughter, Chu Mengli."
Chu Tiankuo's hand holding the tea cup trembled, "Wha...what?!"
