In the consciousness of Hun Chao...

Ning Yi seemed to be standing at the end of the world.

It was like when he returned to the cemetery of Qingbai City, he saw scenes that were solidified like oil paintings... The world has come to an end, so no matter where he stands, it is the end of the world.

A desperate and solemn scene.

But this time it's not the same anymore.

Ning Yi can move freely. He can raise his hand, put it down, or even try to walk around. His feet are covered with frozen soil with ice, front, back, left and right, flying sand and gravel in the air. These are solidified in front of him. He can push it away or take a detour.

Ning Yi raised his head, breathing the cold air hard, raised his head, and looked at the huge ancient tree entrenched on the top of the Holy Mountain in the distance, just like when he broke through the first realm, it had withered and was on the verge of death.

Turning his perspective... He saw the torn sky, and the sea water poured down backwards would destroy the disaster on earth. This was undoubtedly a disaster that destroyed the world. When this scene appeared before Ning Yi again, Ning Yi was in it himself this time. He was no longer a bystander, but an experienced person who had experienced it personally.

He could not see the survivors, the swaying flag, the flagpole penetrated deeply into the earth, the fragments of the flag, and the blood beads that solidified in the air.

No one survived.

Ning Yi tried to squat down. He picked up a cast iron scarlet helmet. The blood stains on it were dried up. A mottled human-shaped corpse lying in the distance. When he walked closer, he saw that it was already a thin human jerky body. He turned up and found that his face seemed to be eroded by wind and sand. He could not see his appearance clearly. His lips were torn, and his face was beyond recognition.

Such corpses are all over the ground.

Ning Yi felt a little dry and dry.

He suddenly felt a tremor on his chest.

The bone flute hanging in front of his neck jumped gently, like a call, or a guide... Ning Yi followed the beating will, was pulled by the bone flute in a daze, walking step by step on this barren land. He couldn't bear to see the scene on both sides, and finally came to the frozen riverside.

The bone flute no longer trembled, Ning Yi stared at the smooth river surface like a mirror, and a layer of solid ice formed on the river surface...

He frowned.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered where he should be.

He shouldn't be here.

"hiss......"

A tingling sensation in the head.

Ning Yi remembered the ban on the back mountain, the burning talisman, the whereabouts after the fall, and then he was strangled by the shadow... What happened next? Was he dead?

"Of course you're not dead."

A faint voice sounded above Ning Yi's head. He raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and found no source of the sound.

The voice was calm and indifferent, saying, "The White Bone Plain will not accept the spirit of the dead... In other words, if you die, you will not be able to get here."

"Who are you?" Ning Yi's head stinged. In the courtyard of Anle City, he had heard someone shouting "Bone Plain"... It seems that this is indeed the name of Bone Di.

The voice said calmly with a complete will: "I am the master of the previous term of the Bone Plain...you can call me...the sword holder."

When I talked about the last three words, my voice obviously thought for a long time.

Finally, he said the three words "Swordholder", and Ning Yi heard some faint sadness from his voice.

"You are not dead, but she is going to die."

The voice of the sword-holder fell, and the lake in front of Ning Yi began to melt. Through the melting ice, Ning Yi saw that everything happened when he was in a coma.

He kept falling, entangled with the shadow, then bit it and finally smashed into the river. The "self" who had lost control pushed away the girl and rushed to the shadow. The shadow wanted to escape, but was chased and gnawed by him one by one.

Ning Yi's face was pale.

"What is this shadow?"

The sword holder was silent for a moment and said, "The forty-four drops of divinity stored in the Bone Plain have not been much time to maintain order. Thirty-one drops have been consumed, and there are still thirteen drops left. The time expected to be maintained is not enough to solve your doubts."

The sword-holder paused and said seriously: "So, I say, listen."

The battle on the river surface has reached the most critical stage. Where the shadows are torn apart, countless mists are gathered again, and the dry bones are generated again. It is almost immortal. It bears the pain of Ning Yi's every bite, and finally understands that this young man is a lunatic and will not let him go.

So it once again rushed towards the girl who kept falling from the bottom of the river at the expense of its calves and legs.

Pei Fan fell into a heavy drowsy sleep, his hair was scattered, his face was pale and helpless, and he had no idea what would happen next. The red-eyed "Ning Yi" lost his will and only had the instinct to hunt shadows. He gnawed a leg bone, so he did not rush to chase the shadows.

Ning Yi in the White Bone Plain finally understood the meaning of "Swordholder".

My consciousness was separated and I came here.

At this moment, Pei Fan in reality... encountered a fatal crisis.

The shadow was extremely fast, like a swimming fish, and was about to chase the girl's falling body.

"The conditions for awakening the Bone Plain... are that you have indeed come into contact with them and are in danger." The sword holder's voice was a little relieved, and he said: "In order to prevent irrelevant people from getting involved in the storm and the existence of the sword holder being discovered by them, the Bone Plain looks no different from the ordinary bone flute. If the trigger condition is not met, the host will only think that this is a dream, an illusion created by himself, and I will wait for the next host to appear."

At the bottom of the river, the shadow was about to plunge on Pei Fan's body, and the dry bone fingers were about to clamp up the girl's snow-white ankles. The huge corrosiveness was about to penetrate the skin.

The sword holder whispered a word.

"stop."

So everything is stopped here.

Time seems to be frozen, and the undercurrents in the river still roll. Time does not really stop, but the "Ning Yi", "shadow" and "Pei Fan" at the bottom of the river are shrouded by huge forces and remain relatively still.

Ning Yi could feel that in the river, it was like someone who stopped the flowing hourglass with great divine power.

He breathed a little relieved. On the surface of the lake, the water lines flowed backwards, condensing a not-high human nature.

"Ning Yi. Your divinity is too little... The White Bone Plain consumes the ten divine crystals accumulated by itself and constructs your current consciousness space." The sword holder condensed a form of nothingness, and his voice is still illusory, coming from all directions: "Everything is as you see, and all this needs to be maintained by divinity... We have a hundred breaths next, and you can choose to ignore my words, and then your consciousness will sink forever... You may not die, but if you are entangled by them, you will live worse than death. As for the girl you care about, you will definitely die."

Ning Yi took a deep breath and stared at the sword-holder.

"Before this, you saw that scene..."

"You have experienced that scene, too..."

The sword holder whispered: "You just need to know that all this... is caused by them."

Ning Yi knew what the sword holder was talking about. The sky collapsed, the sea water poured back, and the world was about to perish, but he read the Daocang through the Shu Mountain and did not see any records about the huge ancient tree... Just as the sword holder said at the beginning, he only thought it was his own illusion and illusion.

He asked again: "Who are they...?"

The sword-holder's answer is simple: "They... are light, not light."

Ning Yi was a little confused.

"That sword is very good, but unfortunately, it only has a sword body and no sword bones." The sword holder's voice was filled with emotion.

Ning Yi knew which hand he was talking about... In the water flow, the umbrella surface was broken, leaving only a long handle, the sword edge was hidden in it, floating and sinking, and the divinity did not cover the dead.

"Ning Yi."

The sword-holder's voice was gentle and said, "If you were given an opportunity, you would have the chance to hold the heaviest sword weapon in the world...will you?"

"If you want, please grab that sword."

Ning Yi felt a warmth and enveloped him.

Time in the space of consciousness begins to collapse like flying sand.

The body of the sword-holder finally began to collapse rapidly due to the exhaustion of his divine nature.

Ning Yi was a little panicked. He felt the land under his feet collapse like land. His whole body began to fall, and everything began to collapse.

Time returns as before.

The boy chewing bone scum at the bottom of the river immediately returned to Qingming Festival, and the "fine snow" on the broken umbrella surface rose and fell at his hands.

The shadow had already pounced on Pei Fan's body. The black mist dissipated, revealing a ferocious face. He opened his huge teeth and was about to bite Pei Fan's face-

Ning Yi held Xixue.

The umbrella sword with only "sword body" and no "sword bone" in his mouth began to tremble in detail at this moment.

The white bone flute hanging in front of Ning Yi's neck separated and turned into countless white streams of light. One by one, the waterfalls spread out, with the sword as the focus, pouring into the sword like a tide of fish.

So...Xixue has a sword bone.

"Please draw your sword."

The illusory voice in the sea of ​​souls said.

Ning Yi held Xixue and felt that the sword had become much heavier.

But he can pick it up and cut it off.

So he picked up the snow and slashed it with a sword—

The vast river was slashed in half by a sword. The thunderous river water flew up and hit the mountain stream. The deafening sounds were endless, like a dragon bone cracking.

Ning Yi's face was pale.

Wherever the sword passed, the rocks collapsed, and the river water was cut out of a narrow and narrow track of nothingness. The sword energy dispersed and was still sweeping. The river water that flowed backwards fell into nothingness, was constantly burned by the sword energy, and then burned into nothingness.

The shadow, without a breath, was torn apart by the sword energy and became nothingness.

After a sword, the world was silent.

Ning Yi's breathing became rapid.

He sensed the weight gained by the fine snow and returned to normal.
Chapter completed!