This must be the magic bead. I never thought that such a small bead could be so powerful, with unparalleled cultivation speed, creating an epic myth!

It's a pity that it's just a redundant thing in my body now. I really hope that one day I can use it for my own use. In this way, the time between the promise and the promise will be shortened a lot.

Among the thousands of mountains, there is a mountain called Jinshan with beautiful and picturesque scenery. At the foot of the mountain is a small mountain village with a population of dozens of people. Mo Hun was born here. He learned calligraphy and reading from his mother, and farmed and hunted from his father.

Away from the hustle and bustle, live a leisurely and comfortable life.

Maybe everyone has thought about leaving a familiar place and going to a place they have never been to. This idea does not mean that the place where they originally lived is not bad, but that something has changed.

I don’t know since when, whenever there are guests from far away passing by in the village, Mo Hun will happily run forward and ask very seriously: "Take me out of here, please?" "Outside."

Is it spring in the world now?" "Do your children over there also want to go hunting?" and other questions that they know nothing about the outside world.

When Mo Hun was about to turn thirteen that year, a guest came to Jinshan. For Mo Hun, this person was the most important person in his life, besides his parents and friends.

It was cold winter at that time, and all the big trees had lost their leaves, and then they were covered with a thin layer of snowflakes, which was very beautiful.

The winter wind cuts through everything it encounters like a knife, and the very desolate dusk silently announces that the night is coming. Just a sudden wolf howl scares the quiet little village out of its comfort.

A young man patrolling outside the village hurriedly ran and shouted: "The wolves are coming down the mountain, everyone, take cover quickly."

Every household quickly closed the doors and windows tightly. Just in case, in addition to plugging in the door tips, they also put a row of stools on top. The ferocious and hungry wild wolves in winter have indescribable destructive power.

Mo Hun lay in the crack of the door and looked out. His father was drinking and his mother was mending clothes in front of the oil lamp.

On a low mountain in the distance, the mountains covered with white snow had a black patch, moving rapidly as if they were moving down the mountain.

"The wolves are coming, they are lining up to go down the mountain." Mo Hun said in a very low voice, as if telling his parents, but also as if he was mumbling to himself.

"Ah, guests from afar." Mo Hun shouted this time. Looking through the crack of the door, there were two people in black cotton-padded clothes at the entrance of the village. Judging from their appearance, they must be guests passing by from afar.

This small mountain village doesn't see many outsiders a year, so every time outsiders pass by, they are always very enthusiastic, and this time they seem to be no exception. When Mo Hun shouted, Mo Hun's father Mo

Di quickly picked up the hatchet hanging on the wall, lay down in front of the door and looked outside. Sure enough, he saw two strangers outside. He opened the door and ran out, shouting: "Hurry and close the door!"

come out.!"

After a while, there was a man from almost every house, dragging a hatchet and running towards the village entrance. The first one to run to the village entrance hurriedly protected the two people wearing black cotton-padded clothes behind him. The wolves were approaching in an instant.

In front of us, we can only fight to the death.

All the men holding knives rushed towards the wolves, and the screams of humans and animals echoed through the valley.

The fight between hundreds of wolves and dozens of people was so fast that it was unbelievable. Mo Hun and his mother couldn't help but hold their breath, because this scene was too difficult to accept.

The wolves seemed to have received special training. They attacked quickly, hit the vital points, and cooperated well. In less than a moment, the blood of humans stained the bloody field red.

The wolves used their sharp teeth to bite everyone's throat directly, without even giving them a chance to breathe.

The most incomprehensible thing is that the two men in black still stood motionless in the distance, as if they had not seen all this, and never moved from the beginning to the end.

After the wolves defeated the crowd, they did not attack the two men in black, but just circled around them as if to please them.

Finally, one of the slightly shorter men in black moved, walked up to a man who was still breathing, picked up the hatchet on the ground, and severely chopped off the man's head. Blood spattered far away, including the black man.

The clothed man's face...

"I'm going to kill you." Many people rushed out of the closed house, as if they had agreed. Almost at the same time, they rushed out shouting, women, old people and children. The shouting voices were just to express their feelings.

of anger and hatred.

Seeing a group of people rushing towards them, another tall man in black took two steps forward, pulled out the long knife from his waist, and swung it out with all his strength.

He shouted softly: "Dead Soul·Broken"

Several rays of white light, a few points whiter than snow, with a harsh sound piercing the air, instantly passed through everyone's bodies, and the crowd froze in an instant.

At that moment, it was as if time had stopped, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of blood flowing out of the body and falling to the ground, tick, tick, tick.

At this time, night has completely fallen, and only the snow all over the mountains and plains uses a slight light to explain that the world is not so dark.

The two men whistled to let the wolves, who were almost full of flesh and blood, leave. Then they scanned the battlefield again, with a satisfied smile on their lips.

The short man in black gave a few sarcastic smiles, and then said: "We don't need to take action. How can there be an expert in cultivating immortals in a small mountain village? This time the God of Death is really making a fuss.

"

The tall man glanced at the dead bodies around him and said, "Be careful in everything. If you can do better, don't be lazy." Before he finished speaking, he paused.

"How could it be possible? How could there be anyone alive under the Necromancer?" Following the eyes of the tall man in black, a short boy slowly climbed up from the ground. It was too dark to see clearly.

expression.

"Who told you to do this!" the boy yelled.

"Stop talking nonsense and die!"

Undead Thorn

There was another white light that was a bit whiter than snow, but it changed from sharp to thorn, flying towards the young man's chest with lightning speed.

Seeing this strange white light coming, the young man stood expressionless, quietly waiting for everything to end. Although he was full of reluctance, there was no chance to vent it out.

Suddenly, at the moment when the white light was about to touch the body, a long sword suddenly appeared and protected the young man's chest before the white light arrived. Quietly, as if nothing had happened, the young man turned toward the elder.

Looking in the direction where the sword came from, a man in red with long hair and a faint red light stood there. No one could see clearly when he came.

, and how he made the move. It was as if he had been holding out his sword like this and motionless. The young man opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

"No one dares to stop the God of Death!" Seeing that he failed again, the man who made the move couldn't help but roared angrily.

"Someone will tell the God of Death who I am after you die." The man in red slowly put his sword back into its scabbard. The two men in black shouted the word "Luo" in unison and fell to the ground.

The young man had been staring at these three strange people, but he did not see how the man in red took the lives of the other two people. His moves were so fast that they were difficult to detect with the naked eye.

What happened tonight seems like a nightmare. I really hope it will all be a lie when I wake up tomorrow.

But the biting winter wind mixed with the smell of snow and blood filled the nostrils.

The red light on the man in red gradually disappeared, he picked up the young man and said, "I'll take you away to a place where you should go." The voice was very low, maybe he was mumbling to himself, maybe it was him.

What was on that young man's mind.

The young man said: "My name is Mo Hun."

The man in red said: "My name is Luoying"

"Can I become as powerful as you?" Mo Hun asked feebly as the man in red held him in one hand.

"Yes. Because you must become stronger, otherwise no one will avenge you. Your enemy's code name is Death."

"You want to leave?"

"Yes, go to places you can't reach."

"I can do it, no matter how far away." Mo Hun shouted with all his strength.

...

"When will I see you, Luo Ying."

"When you become strong enough."

"If you and I can't reach the far distance, do you mean that I will never become stronger?"

"You will definitely become stronger, because you have always wanted to go far away, haven't you." The man in red handed an eagle-shaped jade pendant to Mo Hun and continued: "This is my most cherished gift. Keep it and wait for you.

When you become stronger, remember to return it to me."

Just like that, the young man named Mo Hun left the place he had dreamed of leaving without any worries. However, whenever winter nights came, Mo Hun's heart beat very fast and he felt like he was going to explode at any moment.
Chapter completed!