Sitting back on the bed, Yang Ling also gave up the idea of continuing to search with his divine thoughts, according to Old Man Xian, this kind of search is useless. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Since it was not Oda Yukiko, Yang Ling breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, let go of his mind and look, Sun Xiaojing was standing alone in the yard barbecuing, and a little white dog was circling under her feet.

Obviously, the current class leader is much more cheerful than before.

Yang Ling closed his eyes, his mind cleared, and began to study something looming in the depths of his soul.

It was a handleless scimitar, but in fact it had only a black blade, vague, like a trace of black mist fluttering, and it was impossible to see clearly.

Just now, when he was frantically using his divine sense to scan, he inadvertently appeared in the depths of his mind.

This is the Demon Yuan Slashing Technique left by the ghost shadow in the black jade slip at the beginning.

This thing is like a thorn, it has been hidden deep in the depths of Yang Ling's soul, and it is usually impossible to find it at all, which has always made Yang Ling very jealous.

It's like there is a thief living in your house, you know he is there, but you don't know where to hide, for a long time, Yang Ling will panic as soon as he thinks of it.

Regardless of whether this thing is malicious or not, it is still good to figure it out, use it if it can be used, and remove it if it can't be used.

As a result, a large amount of vitality frantically poured into his mind from his dantian, and the Divine Sea Cave immediately stirred and stirred, the Divine Spring also began to vibrate, the black hole in the deep well began to rotate wildly, and a large amount of spring water condensed and dripped down, constantly refining the Divine Soul.

One drop...... Two drops ...... Three drops ......

As more and more spring water fell, the divine soul began to become more and more transparent, and the black scimitar in the depths of his mind began to become clearer and clearer, and on the pitch-black knife body, a devil's face gradually appeared.

"Hahahaha~~"

Suddenly, a crazy and terrifying laugh exploded in the depths of his mind, and the grimace on the scimitar suddenly opened its blood-red eyes and glanced at him.

"Poof~!"

Yang Ling suddenly felt that someone had smashed hard in his mind, his face was as pale as paper, and he opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

However, he did not cut off his thoughts, but stared at the scimitar with a severe headache, this was the first time he felt the existence of this knife so clearly so far, and he wanted to figure out what the hell this knife was.

The laughter echoed in his mind, and not only did his blood surge, but his soul also showed signs of collapse, but it came and went quickly, just when Yang Ling felt that his divine thoughts were about to blur, the black scimitar suddenly floated, and after spinning in the air a few times, it slashed at his eyebrows.

"Ah~~"

Yang Ling screamed in pain, only to feel that this knife had split his soul into pieces, and then the person fell backwards straight upright, and at the same time his mouth opened.

"Poof~~~"

A large amount of blood spurted out of his mouth like a blood mist, staining the entire room red.

"Bang~" The door was suddenly pushed open, and Sun Xiaojing rushed in.

Yang Ling smashed on the bed like a piece of rotten wood, and then tilted his head and passed out.

……

It's a pitch black world.

The mountains are black, the water is black, the trees and grass are black, and even the sun in the sky looks black.

Monotonous and lonely, there is nothing but black.

Yang Ling felt so hungry and tired, he felt as if he was locked in a labyrinth, no matter how long he walked, no matter which direction he went, what he saw in front of him was always those things.

A mountain, a tree, a waterhole, and then there are the weeds that look barren.

He has been in this strange place for a long time, and he doesn't know exactly how long it will be, anyway, it seems that it will be either a few years or a dozen years.

He didn't even know how he got to this place?

What happened before?

He vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a black light slashing at him, and then a woman rushed towards him, hugging him and crying.

Then, he didn't remember anything, all these years, he stayed in this place, his mind became more and more blurred, his breath became weaker and weaker, and he felt that he would die suddenly at any moment.

He stood under this big black tree, which had been dead for many years, its thick branches and forked branches, as if composed of billions of ghosts, writhing and deforming all the time, and he always felt as if he had seen a tree somewhere, somewhat familiar, but when he tried to think about it, he could not think of anything, as if all his memories had been lost.

After a long time, he felt that he really had no strength, so he sat down slowly against the trunk of the tree, his black hair was like weeds, almost dragging to the ground, his dark skin was all wrinkled, his bony body was like a shriveled skeleton, he touched his ribs one by one, looked at the dark sky and sighed.

Is Lao Tzu going to die here?

He couldn't help but shudder, a little unwilling in his heart, but after such a long time, he felt that it didn't matter even if he died, because he was already tired of this dark space.

But he always felt as if he had something to do, and he was very sorry, but he couldn't remember what it was.

He held a small black piece of iron in his hand, and slowly closed his eyes with a hint of regret.

Soon after, an extremely strange aura was released from his body, and a vague image of a scimitar appeared on his forehead, then became clearer and clearer, and finally a head was revealed on the scimitar, but this head had four faces, constantly rotating and changing.

If you are seen, not to mention scared to death, you will definitely faint to death.

The skull slowly protruded from the scimitar, like a person crawling out of glue, and Yang Ling's pitch-black forehead flesh was pulled out.

"Boom~!"

A piece of flesh is shattered.

"Boom~!"

Another piece of flesh was shattered.

A large amount of half-black and half-white blood gushed out, like a stream flowing down Yang Ling's cheeks, and the moment the blood splashed to the ground, a trace of white light flashed in the darkness.

The head pulled forward desperately, and as the last piece of flesh in Yang Ling's eyebrows shattered, a scimitar flashed and appeared in the air.

"Quack~!"

The skull opened four large mouths at the same time and let out a dry and terrifying laugh, and the entire void trembled in laughter.

"It's been 30,000 years, and I, the Demon Yuanzi, have waited for 30,000 years to find this line of life!"

The head kept turning in the scimitar, and the four faces and eight pairs of eyes stared closely at Yang Ling who was lying under the big tree, with a hint of playfulness and satisfaction on his face. (To be continued.) )