Hidden God·Dawn

The sky is far away, and the cold moon hangs high.

The sparse floating clouds in the sky glow with a faint white halo, like the remaining snow in late spring, unable to cover the dark sky, but supporting the beautiful moon, it sprinkles the reddish brilliance all over the earth.

"Second Brother! Where are you going?" A frivolous and arrogant voice suddenly came from behind, with a hint of ill-will.

Han Cheng's shoulders trembled slightly, and all thoughts stopped suddenly.

Turning around slowly, the young man raised his eyes and looked directly at Prince Fufeng.

Those eyes were as empty as ever, coupled with a face that was as cold as a stone carving, there was a faint hint of superciliousness.

The young man lowered his eyes naturally, as if he didn't pay attention to what the Prince Fufeng called him, and saluted him: "Hancheng is just walking around at will!"

Against the moonlight, Prince Fufeng's ferocious facial features were immersed in the shadow, appearing extremely gloomy, while those deep red eyes were like burning blood in the darkness, terrifying and chilling.

There was a knife hanging on his waist. Even if the seemingly ordinary monster knife was put into the scabbard made of Kongsang Shenmu, heavy black air still spread out, lingering like black mist, and took Prince Fufeng Half of his body was caged, which was indescribably weird and sinister.

Turning his eyes, Prince Fufeng glanced at Hancheng's right hand, and smiled a little darkly: "Second brother is really good at joking, how can he walk around casually with a sword on his body? And... it's stained with human blood!"

"Could it be..." Slightly raising his eyebrows, Prince Fufeng taunted eccentrically: "The Second Highness, who has always been unwavering and self-reliant, has finally abandoned the so-called morality and humanity, and started actively hunting and killing humans?"

Han Cheng didn't answer, his lips were tightly pressed together, as if he had been petrified unconsciously, and he didn't even change his posture at all. There was a stagnant breath exuding from his whole body, and the fluttering robes revealed a bit of heaviness.

"What? Eight years have passed, are you still so timid and dare not enter this mountain?" Prince Fufeng casually raised his hand, looked at the demon pattern on his wrist, and sneered.

Han Cheng still didn't speak, his face turned slightly pale.

"The bones of your father's hall are all left in Shenmo Ridge. Since the second brother came here, wouldn't it be unfilial not to pay homage?" Prince Fufeng lowered his hands and looked up at the black mountain behind Hancheng.

"But I can't blame you! After all, you are too weak. If you don't have the protection of Goddess Phoenix, you probably won't be able to come back alive!" Prince Fufeng sighed slightly, then approached Hancheng, and whispered in his ear: "How does it feel to recognize a thief as your father?"

"If there is nothing important, Hancheng will leave first!" As if he didn't want to continue listening, Hancheng finally spoke with a livid face, but before he moved, a row of cold lights lit up behind Prince Fufeng.

The sound of metal rubbing against each other sounded neatly, and he glanced around, seeing a dozen half-unsheathed demon knives, shining slightly bloody under the moonlight.

"What do you want?" The boy stopped, his voice was like ice floating on the lake in winter, and he couldn't hear any emotion except the cold.

He knew that Fufeng targeted him not only because of the evil spirit's brutal nature, but also because he was aware of the plot of the ghost bird and the god phoenix. she.

Years of competition for power and fame have caused the two forces to have a deep grudge secretly. Moreover, Prince Fufeng's mother died at the hands of human monks.

Without the so-called noble lineage of the ghost royal family, as a mortal, Hancheng has a humble status, but he is an indispensable pawn for ghosts, birds and gods. For all these reasons, he is destined to become the first nail that Prince Fufeng suppresses and removes .

In order to accumulate the resentment in her heart, Ghost Niao Shenfeng often turns a blind eye to Prince Fufeng's evil deeds, as long as they don't endanger her life, and even connives on purpose!

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to help the third brother get rid of the shadow of childhood, and do my filial piety!" The blood flowing, after all, is violent and bloodthirsty at the touch of a trigger. One sentence.

The picture of being bullied and humiliated countless times was broken and messy. For a moment, it was like countless lightning flashes across his mind. Han Cheng raised his eyes again, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly. After a long time, the boy turned around without looking back. Going to the black mountains, I walked into the nightmare of eight years ago.

Mu Qing ran wildly in the jungle, all he could see was black, as if there was no limit and no end.

The soft white sword light shone on his greenish face, and the darkness kept receding in front of him and closing behind him.

Mu Qing was panting like a cow, but he didn't dare to stop for a moment. The thick layer of rotting leaves made strange sounds, and occasionally he would kick the broken bones, and he had no intention of scruples.

"Damn it! What the hell is this place? There are strange things everywhere!" Feeling that the voice behind her was a little further away, Mu Qing looked back at the fiery red flowers that were lingering in the air and constantly jumping. , thinking fearfully while fleeing, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Obviously I can control the sword, why should I run?

Not daring to hesitate a bit, Mu Qing threw the fairy sword into the air, and at the same time shot out a spell with his arm, white light shot out from between his fingers like lightning, and hit the sword at high speed.

In an instant, the long sword that flew into the air suddenly vibrated, and the sword mang grew violently, rushing towards the surroundings like a tide.

But for a moment, Jian Mang's fluctuations subsided, and what was reappeared in front of his eyes was a huge sword that was several times bigger.

Hearing the eerie and terrifying laughter approaching again from behind, Mu Qing's heart skipped a beat, and she jumped on the fairy sword in a panic, and with a finger in her hand, she tilted the sword and flew up through the air with a "whoosh".

However, just as the sword moved, a cold light suddenly flashed from the corner of his eyes.

The ray of light was as thin as silk but as sharp as a needle, it disappeared as soon as it appeared, the young man jumped up suddenly without even thinking about it, avoiding the place where the coldness flashed based on his memory just now.

At the same time as he jumped up, another extremely thin sharp streak flashed above his head!And Mu Qing's figure slammed towards that place at a high speed under the force.

He didn't know what those fleeting coldness was, but his intuition told him that there must be some kind of invisible danger hidden there.

The young man's eyes tightened, and he had no time to dodge those cold flashes that were caught off guard at such a close distance, and besides, he had nowhere to rely on strength in the air, even if he was fast enough, it was impossible for him to change his figure out of thin air.

However, at this critical moment, he gritted his teeth suddenly, raised his right hand, and shot out a sleeve arrow from his sleeve. Amidst the sharp roar, he heard a soft "bang", as if there was an invisible root in the air. The thread broke suddenly, and the force of the rebound at both ends aroused a piercing wind in the darkness.

"It's dangerous!" He secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and Mu Qing couldn't help but sigh that his luck was really good.

The figure flew down in the air according to the original trajectory, but Mu Qing didn't dare to step on the sword to fly anymore. As soon as his feet touched the sword, he immediately fell down, followed by a swipe of the sword finger, and the fairy sword in the air It stopped suddenly and returned to its original shape, and flew back to the sword pouch behind it automatically.

The sound of jumping from behind moved the ground, causing countless fallen leaves to float in the air.

"Damn it!" Seeing that the heads were approaching within three feet behind him, and they were about ten feet away every time they jumped, his face turned pale, and he stiffened his neck and rushed forward every second without stopping.

The sharpness at the ankle flashed, and Mu Qing stepped on one foot in shock. He saw the angle and turned over to jump over another ray of light obliquely above. He went out, but before he could stand up, two lines of coldness crossed and flashed in front of him.

The boy leaned back suddenly, and slid out low, the cold light reappeared in the slanting stab, he twisted his waist and narrowly escaped!

This series of actions happened in an instant, and it was extremely thrilling. If you react slowly, you will be hurt by the coldness that suddenly flashed without warning. !

Finally able to stand up, Mu Qing exhaled heavily, but only halfway through the exhalation, he heard a terrible hiss behind him, accompanied by the blunt sound of a knife cutting flesh, and then fell to the ground with a bang Voices.

He couldn't help but his chest stopped, and he looked back suddenly, only to see countless cold figures flashing in the air one after another, criss-crossing, those heads were suddenly split into two halves out of thin air during the vertical leap, falling powerlessly amidst the splashing flesh and blood.

The fiery red flower withered instantly at a visible speed, turning into a black ball, and then melted into a pool of black blood along with the broken head.

For a moment, flesh and blood flew across the air, and heads fell randomly, intertwined into a large piece of darker black that bloomed like fireworks, and faded away like thick ink at a high speed, covering up the slight bloody light above the eye sockets in an instant.

Looking at this scene, Mu Qing's handsome face twitched slightly, only then did she realize what kind of danger she had just experienced.

As if thinking of something suddenly, he moved his eyes and swept to the side, and suddenly found that there was also a faint light flashing far away.

The young man raised his head in shock, and saw a leaf falling from a very high branch. Suddenly, there was a flash of light in the sky, and the fallen leaf was split into two halves, as if cut by a sharp knife soundlessly, the gap was extremely smooth.

In this seemingly empty space, there are countless invisible wounding weapons hidden. Judging from the slender and straight features of this light, it is like countless straight and extremely tough strange silk threads extending from nowhere. Come, divide the space here into countless pieces!Whatever hits it will be shredded!

And I just broke into this huge cage made of countless silk threads!

Thinking of this, Mu Qing couldn't help shrinking her neck, not daring to move rashly for a while.

However, he noticed a detail right away!

None of the heads that jumped into Leng Mang escaped from Leng Mang's cutting!

There is still time for the fish to slip through the net, and he, a whole living person, can escape through the gap. How come there are so many heads that none of them survived?

This question may seem a bit strange, but it is not surprising if you think about it carefully. Maybe it is because the reactions of those heads are not flexible enough!

But what about those whistling sounds hidden in various sounds?Slightly harsh and dense!

Yes, something is wrong!

Suddenly, a slight sharp howl resounded from the depths of the darkness, and several slender streaks of coldness suddenly appeared. However, unlike before, the coldness that appeared this time was rippling in the forest like waves.

It seems that there is an invisible hand manipulating these silky but wounding things in the dark, and their trajectories dancing in the air like thin whips can be captured in the cold light flickering.

Suddenly, Leng Mang Da Sheng spread along those trajectories, as if those invisible silk threads suddenly ignited, quickly circled into fire-like brilliance, and rippled in the air in the form of dark ripples.

The dark brilliance was revived and splashed violently, and the monsters were like thousands of dark poisonous snakes, making a hissing sound and surging furiously, and the violent hurricane instantly surrounded Mu Qing heavily, and suddenly gathered and pressed down!

The strong wind was like a knife, rolling up the fallen leaves and all kinds of wreckage and flying wildly. The dense branches and leaves around were also shaking violently. They broke with a "click" sound, were drawn into the center of the storm, and were instantly torn to pieces.

As if the body was about to be torn apart, the strong cyclone forced people to hardly breathe, but those silk threads Ling Libiao were invisible, there was no way to parry them!

At the moment when Leng Mang flashed, Mu Qing subconsciously pulled out the fairy sword behind his back, but was at a loss for a while.

At this moment, he finally understood what was wrong. It turned out that those silk threads could move!