The Great Zhou Dynasty ruled the world for eight hundred years, Confucius created the Spring and Autumn Period, the Warring States Period was divided into seven heroes, and the world was divided and reunited...

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The setting sun is like fire, and the red clouds hang high, as if dyeing the sky with a touch of blood.

"Quack..."

On the branches with withered leaves, jackdaws screamed sadly, it was already late autumn.

The autumn mood, autumn wind, and autumn cold rolled over the earth, bringing with it a touch of desolation and murderous intent.

All things wither.

To this day, although Liuhe and Bahuang are unified, the war disaster caused by the seven kingdoms in the past has not yet recovered. It seems peaceful on the surface, but hundreds of families still exist, plotting secretly, and the remnants of other countries are ready to make trouble, and a storm is coming.

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When it prospers, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer.

"drive!"

Outside Xianyang City.

But I saw a fast horse galloping into the city. The horses' hooves were flying, dust and smoke were flying in all directions, and the birds were fleeing in panic.

This horse entered the city very quickly, and came out very quickly, but he was not the only one at this time, and behind him he could see several figures with different auras riding with him.

The group of people left the city again in a blink of an eye and left the city.

The sound of galloping horses could be heard continuously. It seemed that this group of people was in a hurry. Maybe something terrible had happened. The face of the man leading the way was still pale and pale, as if there was no blood left.

They left the city and headed east, saying nothing all the way until the afterglow of the setting sun had faded and twilight began to fall, and then they stopped and stopped in front of a low mountain.

The vegetation on the mountain has withered, leaving only a dry and yellow patch of land.

Everyone who saw this mountain was shocked and moved.

But I saw that the vertical and horizontal shape of the top of the short mountain was very strange. It was level and sloping upward, which was very different from the ordinary protruding shape of the top of the mountain. From a distance, it just looked like a section had been cut off by life, and it was cast downward.

As expected, a cut with a smooth cross-section appeared.

But the strange thing is that this mountain was more than ten feet high a few days ago, but now it has shrunk by a small amount out of thin air. It is really unbelievable and amazing.

A few people looked down along the section. At the foot of the mountain, a section of rugged rocks was lying quietly on the ground. It was at the broken top of the mountain that there were many piles of rocks.

"One day ago, someone witnessed the rain of fire coming to this place, and then the mountain collapsed and the ground collapsed. The movement was shocking. It was said that a strange object fell into the world. Unfortunately, everyone who entered was unable to get in, and they did not know whether they were alive or dead!"

The leader said quickly.

"It's interesting. Looking at this section, I'm afraid it's something unusual. Dig it out!"

These people have different looks, different body shapes, and even different ages, but the only thing they have in common is that they all have a spider tattoo on their bodies, which is dark, obscure, and very uncomfortable.

"call out!"

A sharp whistle.

Immediately I saw several figures flashing out of the low mountain. These people had strong steps and nimble movements. They were obviously extraordinary people. After hearing the order, they were already running towards the rugged mountains and rocks.

But the strange thing is that when these people walked in with their front legs, they heard several heartbreaking screams from behind.

"ah!"

It's shrill and shrill, making people palpitate.

Immediately, several people heard the sound and started to move. Their bodies flashed erratically, like an eagle flying in the sky, and they rushed out of the rocks. They thought that the people who entered were encountering an opponent. Their expressions became cold and they ran away quickly.

Go in.

In no mood.

"ah!"

He exclaimed.

After a few people had marched no more than ten steps, they saw that the people who had entered before were kneeling on the ground. It took only a few breaths. Now when they saw each other again, these people seemed to have lost all their energy and flesh, and they had lost a lot of weight.

His muscles were shriveled, his face was bloodless, and he looked like a skin and bones.

They were not the only ones. When they looked around, they saw seven or eight corpses lying here. They were all in a normal state of death, with all their blood and essence gone. It was terrifying and abnormal.

"Zhengzhengzheng..."

Just at this time, among the rocks, I suddenly heard a strange sound, like the trembling of gold and iron, which was crisp and high, shaking the heart and lungs.

"sword?"

It was indeed a sword, and the trembling sound was the sound of a sword. Furthermore, they had seen among the corpses a sword stuck sideways on the ground, half of its glistening green blade exposed.

This sword has an odd shape, with its whole body long and narrow, as straight as a straight line. From a distance, it looks like a slanting willow branch. It seems crude and unremarkable, but there is a round ball embedded in the joint between the hilt and the sword body.

, this round ball is crystal clear on the outside, but it has the appearance of turbulence on the inside. One black and one white are like two dragons competing, it's so magical.

Several people looked at each other, looked at the section of the mountain wall, and then looked at the sword on the ground, and they all held their breath.

"Did this sword fall from the sky?"

Someone finally broke the deadlock and asked in a dumb voice.

"No matter, it's not advisable to stay here for a long time. Let's take this sword back first!"

After someone said that, he reached out and picked up the sword.

Taking the long sword into his hands, the man suddenly felt a coldness hit him, and he couldn't help but shudder, but his expression immediately became frightened, because his right hand holding the sword shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his blood flowed away, and his body shivered.

The texture on the sword hilt, like thousands of rivers returning to the sea, converged into the dragon eye-sized ball.

"Pfft!"

Thinking of the death of those people before, this man's eyes were stern and he made a decisive decision. He swung his sword and his right arm was immediately cut off at the root.

The man's face was covered in cold sweat in pain, and he quickly backed away with a look of fear on his face.

"This sword can absorb people's energy and blood? Whose sword is this?"

"Ahem, this is my sword!"

A hoarse voice sounded from deep within the rocks.

"who?"

"Who? Come out?"

Upon hearing the voice, the faces of this group of people suddenly changed and they looked solemnly.

In the shadow of twilight, I saw a figure walking out slowly, with empty steps, and coughing from time to time, which was heartbreaking.

But when they saw the person coming out, they all felt as if they had seen a ghost. Their eyes gradually widened, their pupils suddenly shrank, and the timid one trembled and shivered, losing all color.

Just under the last ray of sunset on the horizon, I saw a miserable man walking out of the shadows.

people?

Maybe it's a person, maybe it's not.

Because of this person, he is a person more terrifying than a ghost.

His feet had no skin and flesh, and the white bones were covered with blood and flesh. When he stepped on the ground, he left blood marks one after another. He staggered out step by step, wearing a very unfitting robe. In his left sleeve,

There was a white bone claw hanging on it, but his right sleeve was empty. His face was almost like a skeleton, and only his white hair was left floating in the dusk wind. He seemed to be a man.

As he spoke, they could even see the eyes in this man's eye sockets moving.

Is this still a human being?

He was still alive after such a tragic injury, and it looked like he could survive.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

Someone asked with trembling teeth, terrified.

"I, I have forgotten whether I am a human or a ghost..."

This figure, neither human nor ghost, was silent for a moment, and then whispered hoarsely.

"However, I think you will become ghosts soon!"

He said again.

Because these people in front of him have surrounded him, with swords drawn in their hands.

"It's interesting that you are still alive after suffering such terrible injuries?"

The man wanted to laugh, but if he laughed again now, although it was equally thrilling, it made people's hair stand on end and sent chills all over his body.

"well!"

He sighed quietly and did not move, as if waiting for them to take action.

As expected, these people took action, even more so with swords.

Then, they died.

But seeing that the man was neither moving his hands nor his feet, as soon as the dusk wind passed by, the people in front of him had all stopped, still maintaining the action of drawing out and stabbing the sword, turning into ice sculptures.

The man staggered past them, glanced at the gradually sinking afterglow, then looked at the stars that had emerged in the night sky, and whispered:

"The stars are shining brightly, and it's a time of great strife!"

Say it.
Chapter completed!