Deep in the dense forest, the wind crooned, the leaves drifted in the air, as if the whole world were waiting for the coming storm. Li Han's pace was firm, and his eyes glared coldly around him. He knew that as he approached the heart of the shadow forest, so did the danger. The mysterious altar seemed to be ahead, but he could feel a few powerful breaths approaching. "It seems that someone doesn't want me to come near the altar... ..." Li Han heart sneered, fingers in the waist gently wipe, a few small silver needles have appeared at the fingertips. As the top killer of a past life, his reflex speed and precision have never missed. Suddenly, a few dark shadows sprang out from the treetops, as fast as lightning, and forced Li Han to come! These dark shadows were like ghosts, and the blades in their hands gleamed with cold light in the dim woods, with a deadly murder. "Well come!" Li Han did not panic, but showed a sneer. He moved, instantly turned into a shadow, facing these killers. "Ding! Ding!" Continuous metal collisions sounded in the forest, Li Han's silver needle in his hand and the other side's blade constantly clashed. Each collision brought a string of sparks and metal whining, and it was clear that neither had left a hand. A flash of pride flashed in the eyes of a killer, and the dagger in his hand suddenly drew a strange arc, straight to Li Han's throat. However, his movements suddenly stalled, his eyes full of consternation - Li Han did not know when he had appeared behind him, the silver needle in his hand had quietly pierced his back neck. "咻!" With a soft bang, the killer's body slowly fell, and the light in his eyes quickly dissipated. "The stabbing was good, but it was still too slow." Li said coldly, his eyes sweeping over the remaining killers. His movements are like ghosts, and every shot is extremely accurate, and there is no excess action. The remaining killers seem to realize Li Han's strength, look at each other, then quickly change tactics, and fight a life-or-death battle around Li Han. "Want to win by number? Stupid." Li Han sneered in his heart, his steps moved, his body like a phantom shuttle between several killers, every appearance will be accompanied by a scream and blood splash. In just dozens of breath time, the ground has been filled with several cold bodies, and Li Han is still standing in place, the corner of the clothes has not even been stained with a trace of blood. But just as he thought all the dust had settled, a deep drumming came from the woods, a dull and penetrating voice, as if to strike the heart. Li Han's face became solemn in an instant, and he knew that it was by no means an ordinary drumbeat. The drums grew more and more rapid, and the air around them seemed to vibrate to the rhythm of the drums. Then, the depths of the dense forest suddenly gushed a black whirlwind, straight to Li Han came! "This is... ..." Li Han's pupils shrunk, and he immediately realized the terribleness of this force and quickly backed away. However, the black whirlwind was so fast that it enveloped him almost instantly. In the whirlwind came bursts of whispers, as if there were countless souls whispering in their ears. Li Han only felt that the world around him had become distorted, and everything in front of him seemed to be pulled into another space, full of darkness and endless killing. "Who are you... ..." A deep voice came from the darkness, with a strong sense of oppression. Li Cold snorted, he knew that the other party intended to shake his will through spiritual repression, but he would easily give in? His hands clasped, his psychic powers quickly condensed, ready to fight back. However, at this moment, a silver flash suddenly flashed in the darkness, and then the whirlwind seemed to be torn by something, and suddenly collapsed! Li Han's heart was shocked, quickly returned to God, only to see a young man in a white robe standing in front of him, holding a simple sword in his hand, the tip of the sword is still slightly quivering. "Are you all right?" The white-robed man turned his head to look at Li Han, and his tone was indifferent. Li Han looked at each other slightly and stared at each other: "Who are you? Why save me?" The white-robed man smiled and put away his sword: "You can call me Muyun." I was also looking for the secret in this forest, and I happened to find you in a fantasy." "Fantasy?" Li Han's heart was a rin, just that moment he did not realize that he had fallen into an illusion, the strength of this pastoral cloud is obviously extremely extraordinary. Mu Yun seemed to see Li Han's doubts and said lightly: "Don't worry, I have no hostility with you." I was also drawn to the curse in this forest, trying to find a way to lift it." "Do you know the existence of the altar?" Li Han asked. The pastor nodded, "Not only do I know, but I also know that the altar is the core of the whole curse." To get out of here, it has to be destroyed." Li Han secretly calculated in his heart, and finally decided to cooperate with Mu Yun for the time being: "Okay, let's act together." Mu Yun showed a smile, then turned to lead the way: "The altar is not far away, but I'm afraid it is full of danger." Li Han followed behind him, but his heart secretly increased his vigilance. He knew that in this strange forest, no one could be fully trusted, especially mysterious figures like Muyun who suddenly appeared.