After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

The green forest in spring, the twilight in autumn, the green forest is magnificent, the maple leaves are bright red, the kingfisher is singing low in the secluded forest, there is an open space not far away, the grass covers the ground, the light shines through the leaves and the shadows are mottled, it is not pleasant.

If you ignore the blood dripping on the ground and the cold corpse, this place should be beautiful.

There was a sound of breaking through the sky, and a man in white and silver-patterned brocade appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the open space, holding a black long sword, silver threads pouring down like a waterfall, standing tall with a silver crown, like a man carved from ice.

That holy and clean feeling is so incompatible with the broken and bloody surroundings.

It was as if the aliens had landed in the wrong place.

The awe-inspiring sword intent all over his body was subtly filled with imperceptible tension and fear.

The seemingly indifferent eyes swept over one by one, and everywhere they reached were traces of dilapidation, broken branches and leaves cut off by the sword, and ravines on the ground that were split by sharp weapons. Several corpses lay in it, some men and others female.

The man died in a miserable state, with multiple fatal injuries on his body, thick blood dripping from his hands and ankles, his tendons must have been severed, his hair was spread out, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and his face was full of fear and anger. Unwilling.

The woman did not have too many wounds, but most of her clothes were stripped off, the high-necked inner shirt was torn open, exposing her chest, there were purple pinch marks on her neck, her lower body pants were also torn, her fair and slender legs Exposed to the cold air, it was covered with traces of humiliation.

There are five or six men and women in total, and their clothes are darker in color.

They were tortured to death.

The handsome and cold face moved slightly, frowning.

"The best is the best, this taste is really endless aftertaste!"

A moderate voice came from the corner in front of the open space, with a high tone, revealing a faint feeling of satisfaction.

"Haha, that's right, the direct descendants of the three sects, that body, that struggling look, just think about it, and the women in front are incomparable to him." Another teasing voice continued.

"After eating this superb product, our trip is not in vain. In the future, anyone who brags about such a thing will be willing to bow down to me!"

Those laughing and obscene/evil conversations were extremely ear-piercing. The monk in white just stood there, motionless like a statue of a god carved in stone, with a slightly dazed expression, and his white jade-like hands trembling slightly.

Suddenly, a violent coercion swept over.

Strong emotions shook the entire ruins, as if the sky had fallen on their shoulders, and a huge boulder rolled over their chests, blocking their breathing. In an instant, they knelt on the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"I don't know which great power is here—!" The voice that was laughing just now was full of pain, suppressing the small pain.

They forced themselves to resist the overwhelming coercion, gritted their teeth, and stared at the end of the turning, waiting for the figure that was about to appear.

This is the relic wonderland, and there is a very strong suppression of the cultivation level. Even if the cultivation level is at the transformation stage, half of the cultivation level will be cut off here, but... this coercion is at least above the fusion stage!

Who is it!

Shi Yuan walked over very slowly under the eyes of several people.

The white clothes fluttered, and the black long sword scraped across the shallow bushes, making a creaking sound. With every step, the coercion became stronger. Those small sounds, the very shallow footsteps, fell on everyone's heartstrings On the ground, as if waiting for the verdict, the tense breathing was held back.

And that slow pace seems to be suppressing something with great restraint, fear or fear,

This process is extremely long and extremely short.

Until that figure appeared in everyone's sight.

The body froze suddenly, and the instinct of fear made them lose their ability to respond.

Afterwards, they lowered their heads suddenly, not daring to look up, but stared fixedly at the pitch-black long sword.

Everyone knows that Sword Ancestor Shiyuan seldom shows up in Zhongtian Realm. Few people have actually seen him with his rumored appearance and half-step ascension. People with their status have never seen him. He also doesn't know his appearance.

But...they know the ancient artifact, Zhewu.

This sword.....they can be sure...

This is Sword Ancestor—Shi Yuan

Zhongtian Realm No.1!

Now, that legendary man stood abruptly in front of everyone, with peak aura and coercion, raging spiritual power, and the white clothes and silver streaks of the Changtian Sword Sect that were not stained by a speck of dust.

At this time, they didn't know whether they were lucky or unlucky, but they met the strongest one!

Feeling the sweep of sight, and the accompanying intense coldness, their faces were pale and sweating, their bodies trembling unconsciously, the cold blood flowing from their hearts all over their bodies, their heads were lowered, and they had long since ignored the messy clothes on their bodies. clothes.

But the heavy and huge coercion did not decrease but increased.

The leader spat out another mouthful of blood, opened his mouth, fixed his eyes on the ground, his teeth were chattering uncontrollably, his voice was astringent and low, and he murmured: "I don't know... I don't intend to disturb you here, but... please forgive me, senior."

His tone was cautious.

The air was silent, but there was no response above his head.

That dead silence was like a sharp knife on his neck, cold and terrifying.

They had no choice but to desperately beg for mercy: "If senior finds it disturbing, I... I can apologize—!"

"Yep!"

.......

Several people kept praying.

Shi Yuan didn't listen to what they were saying at all, but his face suddenly changed, his consciousness went blank for a moment, his eyes glowing with silver light froze slightly, staring blankly at the dark blue brocade clothes they stepped on.

The sleeves were torn apart, and the fine silk blue was covered with black soil, green grass juice, white turbidity, and golden embossed lines. Jiahui had long been blurred, and it looked like a piece of rag. shattered.

Luan luan and dirty.

It seems clear at a glance what happened here...

He took a breath and felt a sudden pain in his heart.

Tyranny fills the chest—

The person kneeling on the ground didn't know it, he just kept talking, humbly begging for mercy, hoping that this person would let him go.

But for some reason, the more they talked, the heavier the surrounding pressure became, and the murderous intent in the air seemed to condense into substance.

The next second, there was a cracking sound.

There is a crack in the golden core in the dantian.

His face was pale, and he shut his mouth immediately, pressing his lips tightly together, not daring to speak.

They were afraid that if they said one more word, their souls would be scattered in the next moment.

Time was silent for a long time, but he still couldn't hold back, slowly raised his head, and met those eyes in a hurry, with an extremely cold light, and pure killing intent inside.

The leader was startled.

Only the white-clothed Sword Ancestor's voice was hoarse, and there was an imperceptible pain suppressed in the depths of his usually dull eyes, but his tone was deep and self-controlled: "Where is the person..."

The pitch-black sword light was a little closer to him.

The person kneeling on the ground swallowed his throat, thinking quickly in his head, man?Who is he looking for?He glanced at the young disciples who had already died in front of him, they were just inner sects of some small sects, it was impossible...

That... He lowered his head and flashed a touch of blue out of the corner of his eye, and he realized it instantly.

Is it—

"Ex...Senior, do you mean that Hao... the young master?" He immediately changed his address when the words came to his lips.

Thinking of what they had done before, his face became even paler and bloodless, the joy of the original body disappeared without a trace, and the fear made his heart beat faster, as if he could break out of his body.

He was extremely regretful, but he could only pretend to be calm: "Young master, he is... by the stream not far ahead...you..."

Before he finished speaking, Shi Yuan tightly held Zhe Wu's wrist and turned it, a white light flashed, and several people died in an instant.

Before falling down, he stared at this godlike man with wide eyes.

And from beginning to end, he never gave them a single glance.

.........

In the sea of ​​mirrors, the circular red light suddenly dispersed, and a knocked down figure flew across the water surface, and ripples were drawn on the mirror surface and circled.

Standing still, An Jinnian narrowed his calm and deep eyes slightly, looked down at the bloodstains scattered on his body, felt the pain in his body, raised the corners of his mouth, raised his hand to wipe away the red corners of his mouth, looked up and saw the chaotic shadow standing opposite him, There was a faint frenzy in his eyes.

"I'm very resistant to fighting. It's too much effort to go back and forth like this. If you take out your own weapon, you might be able to kill me." He smiled, and there was no timidity in his words, but more interesting.

He said, looking at the other side expectantly.

However, the other party just clenched Chang Xiao who was beside him.

The first time I spoke, the hoarse voice sounded like a broken string: "To deal with you, why use the natal magic weapon."

An Jinnian raised his eyebrows and sneered, "It's interesting to be so confident."

He turned his right hand, holding the red light to condense.

Just when the two were about to continue, a huge spiritual pressure suddenly swept through the illusion, and the sea of ​​mirrors fluctuated, so powerful that they were shocked.

Both of them were startled.

The red light on his right hand suddenly dissipated, An Jinnian's pupils opened slightly, his smiling face tightened instantly, and he suddenly turned around and looked in one direction.

He is very familiar with this level of coercion and spiritual power. He has experienced it twice before——

All when the man died—

Shi Yuan——!

How could he be here? !

An Jinnian's breathing became disordered, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes suddenly, did something go wrong again!

No, you have to stop it!

He clasped his hands together and pulled them apart, the Blood Youjing soul turned into a delicate and small dagger, the Breaking Blade, which can break through high-level illusions, turned his hands outwards, and the sharp blade flew towards the sky.

The black shadow behind him flashed in front of him, and with a wave of the black billowing long sleeve, the environment instantly shattered like glass, gradually falling and dissipating.

Then, a black shadow flashed past and disappeared from his sight.

An Jinnian's eyes sank, but he couldn't help but think too much, and he also flew out.

Shi Yuan shouldn't be here!