Xie Xian Yao

56 The First Drop of Blood
There are many tombs, the desolate and lonely land is full of decayed soldiers, and piles of black earth tombs lie quietly in this bleak and desolate wilderness. Occasionally, Wisps of will-o'-the-wisps floated up, and then slowly dissipated.

"Wow..." A piece of black soil loosened slightly, and the tomb sank downward like quicksand. However, this tomb seemed to be newly added, but for some reason, there was a strange appearance of the tomb.

Then, this pile of brand-new tombs gradually disappeared among the tombs all over the place as the black soil continued to sink. "Chila, chila" a pale arm stretched out from the fallen black soil tomb.

Afterwards, the other arm also stretched out, and the pale arm was lying on the side of the grave with difficulty, as if it was resting, or it seemed to be taking in fresh air.

The vast and desolate tomb cemetery is a little more angry because of the two arms that suddenly appeared, and this pale arm has become the only light in this cold and desolate wilderness, with warmth and life, no longer dead and desolate.

"I am still alive..." Afterwards, a complete life crawled out from the fallen tomb. The pale arms, snow-white hair, and thin and haggard figure made this figure crawling out of the tomb look abnormal. Ying is weak and desolate.There is an indescribable loneliness and coldness in the old hoarse voice, and there is also a kind of ecstatic excitement.

Standing up unsteadily, Ning Yu looked down at the tattered and decayed clothes, and shook his head with a wry smile. There was no emotion in his empty and indifferent eyes, only endless emptiness and vicissitudes. Came out of that ghost place..."

"Three years, has it passed?" Ning Yu didn't look at the desolate and terrifying tombs around him, but looked at the unknown direction with a painful apology and deep worry, "Yun'er, are you okay?" ? My brother failed to keep his promise, will you blame me..."

Ning Yu didn't know how long he had been trapped in that unknown dark world by Dugu Cetian. In that dark world, the three-year promise became a heavy stone in Ning Yu's heart, firmly pressed on his heart, sister Whether Yun'er is safe, whether she has forgotten herself, Ning Yu is not sure, and this is constantly tormenting Ning Yu's inner world.

"Where is this?" Ning Yu stared blankly at the dim sky, feeling the cold wind, and was in a daze. For a moment, he didn't know where to go.

In the dark world, I don't know how long the years have passed. From the panic and fear at the beginning to the calmness and indifference at the end, Ning Yu's restless young heart gradually settled down and returned to calm. In his eyes, nothing but indifference Vicissitudes.

"Where should I go?" After he had settled down, he was a little hesitant and confused at this moment. Suddenly, Ning Yu seemed to be drained of strength, and slowly slumped on the ground with his head lowered, in a daze.

"Brother, brother... brother..."

The eager call, the familiar voice echoed in Ning Yu's ears, his calm eyes fluctuated slightly, and then fell silent, interfering with a painful and helpless smile at the corner of his pale mouth, "Is it a hallucination? Yun'er , I broke my promise, how should I face you..."

"Ning Yu, do you want to admit defeat? You said you would come back safely..." Then, Xu Wanling's questioning voice sounded next to his ears. It was still an illusion, but there was a twitch in Ning Yu's gloomy eyes The radiant light, the calm heart, suddenly beat violently.

"As my disciple of Fengxingfang, do you want to back down? Where is your persistence, your perseverance?" Fengxingfang's stern scolding echoed in his ears, and Ning Yu's heart beat again, feeling sad. His eyes finally changed, a gleam of light flashed in the dark eyes, bright and dazzling.

"Yun'er, senior sister, master, do you all want me to live? Is this what you expect from me?" Ning Yu murmured, staring at the dim sky bewilderedly.

Afterwards, he restrained his mind and began to sit cross-legged into meditation, trying to stimulate the spiritual power in his body bit by bit. Over and over again, the spiritual power continued to circulate in the veins of his body. As time went by, the circulation of spiritual power The operation became faster and faster, and the accumulated impurities in the body were washed away bit by bit, and the withered body gradually became saturated, and it was no longer so weak and emaciated.

"Why hasn't the Nine-Life Soul Poison occurred again?" Ning Yu has been worried that the Nine-Life Soul Poison planted in her heart by Grandma Tianxie will suddenly flare up, but in the life practice in the dark world, the Nine-Life Soul Poison seems to have disappeared. , It never happened again, it was really weird, but this did not make Ning Yu completely at ease, but a little uneasy.

Ning Yu didn't know that although the Nine-Life Soul Poison was domineering, it also had a fatal weakness. If the poisoner disappeared, the Soul Poison in the enemy's body would not show signs of attack, but would become silent, hiding in the back of the victim. In the body of the poisoner, however, the reason why the soul poison is overbearing is not because of the pain it brings when it occurs, but because of the purple nine-leaf flower that floats on the chest, as the petals fall, the body of the poisoned person The soul will be exploited by about [-]%, until the soul is completely annihilated, becoming a dead body without soul and soul.

At this moment, the purple nine-leaf flower on Ning Yu's chest had two petals left, and his life was at stake, but he didn't care, he glanced at it calmly, and ignored it.

"I don't know if Mo Xuan has found Xiao Qi. The soul poison in Xiao Qi's body may have exploded!" Ning Yu thought of Mo Xuan, that sloppy Taoist, and his wife Xiao Qi, and immediately sighed, "Fate!" It is determined by the heavens, whether you can escape the destiny or not, you can only rely on your own good luck."

For a long time, Ning Yu, who is a cultivator, has never understood the sorrow of a cultivator. It was not until he settled in the dark world that he realized that fate can only be sublimated by fighting. The road to cultivating immortals is to fight against destiny The established path of no return.

In the silence, the mind fell into peace, settled down, and continued to sublimate himself. After sitting for several days, Ning Yu's state gradually recovered, his withered body became stronger, and his pale palms became more bloody. That snowy hair is still the same, dazzling and dazzling.

"Perhaps, I should walk and find a way out..." Ning Yu mobilized his spiritual power to shake off the impurities and dust on his body, stood up, glanced at the tomb under his feet, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind, and he was shocked Turning pale, he hurriedly took out the storage bag, swiped his palm, and a chubby worm appeared in his hand, still in the same appearance, the sound of deep sleep, and the ups and downs of the body showed that it still had breath and was not dead.

"It's okay, I almost forgot about you, little guy, but I've been asleep for such a long time, why haven't I woke up yet?" Ning Yu was relieved when he saw that nothing happened to the little silkworm, and gently moved After looking at the chubby body of the little silkworm, his brows were slightly furrowed, full of doubts.

Since the little silkworm came out of the Fusang altar, it fell into a deep sleep and never woke up. It is still in a deep sleep until now, but fortunately, no accident happened to it, otherwise Ning Yu would die of guilt. After all, My own life is also due to Tudou's father.

A soft look appeared on Ning Yu's stiff face, and then put the little silkworm into the storage bag again, his eyes fell on the tomb under his feet again, with a pensive face, and he said to himself: "I was killed by Dugu Ce The dark space sent by the sky, but I survived now, what about him? Could it be..."

Thinking of this, a look of shock appeared on Gu Jing's face, and then he slowly spread his palms, and a ray of spiritual power spread out, covering the tomb under his feet.

Then, I held my palm again, and a faint spiritual power penetrated into the ground. Then, with a sudden wave of the big hand, a white object flew out from the tomb below. Skeletons, with bits of carrion and tattered clothing hanging over the bones.

"Sure enough, this guy is dead..." Ning Yu looked at the pile of bones, and a complex look flashed in his eyes. On that day, he imprisoned himself in the dark space, but he didn't want to escape from a catastrophe and survived. But Ce Tian was buried here. Although he didn't know how he died, Ning Yu still couldn't help feeling pity and desolation in his heart. His enemies seemed to be buried in this desperate situation.

Ning Yu couldn't bear the dead of this old man to be thrown into the wilderness, and bought him into the graveyard again. His unsteady eyes regained their calmness. Suddenly, when he glanced away, he saw a black bead, quietly Lying where the bone had been before, although it was not obvious, it couldn't escape Ning Yu's eyes.

"This is..." Ning Yu held the black bead in his hand. After examining it carefully, he found that there was an obvious crack on the black bead. Reminiscent of when he was brought into the dark world by Dugu Cetian earlier, he seemed understand what.

After receiving the Qiankun Pearl, Ning Yu didn't wait any longer, and was no longer confused. He stepped on the densely packed tombs and walked towards the dark distance.

Ning Yu did not see the last scene that Dugu Cetian and others saw when they were dying, otherwise, he would never have been able to walk peacefully among the tombs in the vast and boundless wilderness like now, ignoring this cold and eerie scene.

Ning Yu, who was drifting away, did not stop. He kept looking for an unknown way out, and finally, a glimmer of light appeared in the dark, misty and cold space, which was so faint that he could hardly see clearly. But Ning Yu locked on him instantly, and his calm eyes suddenly became rippling.

The speed under his feet accelerated a bit, and Ning Yu flew towards the direction of the light, and in an instant, the snow-haired figure turned into an afterimage meteor, appearing less than a hundred meters away from the light.

"Blood?" Ning Yu's pupils shrank slightly in the dim light behind the layers of mist, and he was startled. He looked at the place where the faint light was diffused in disbelief, and was in a daze.

It was a drop of blood, a drop of pale golden blood, and the faint light radiated from this drop of golden blood. Although it was a small drop of blood, it made Ning Yu's complexion change slightly. An incomparably powerful coercion seeped out of it, as heavy as the top of the sky, and it was hard to bear.

This was the first drop of blood that Ning Yu saw in this terrifying, lonely, desolate and desolate dark night wilderness, and it was also the most special drop of blood.

"Boom..." Ning Yu was firmly oppressed by the coercion emanating from the golden blood. Unable to bear the pressure, he knelt down on one knee, his face pale and ugly, and cold sweat dripped down instantly.Now, he is already at the pinnacle of Lingtai's foundation building strength, but he can't bear the terrifying pressure. A deep sense of powerlessness leaps into Ning Yu's heart. Even in the dark world, he has never been as strong as he is now. Like powerless, helpless, irresistible.

　After settling down, Ning Yu's road is not peaceful, what kind of storms will he cause when he walks out of the desperate situation, fellow daoists, guess?Ask for favorites, rewards, recommendations and comments.

　　
　
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