Hearing Mu Sheng say this, the three of them also keenly felt that the aura around them was not as disordered as when they first came in, and it could barely be used for cultivation, and if combined with the spirit stone, it was basically enough for a few people to recover.

So Nangong Yuhuan and Lan Ying'er sat back to back in the room, meditating to restore the spiritual power in their bodies, and Mu Sheng and Wu Fafa sat in the outer circle with the magic weapon plate in their hands, blocking the front of the two to guard.

It stands to reason that this place belongs to the place where it is not up or down, there is a distance from the ground, and there is also a distance from the bottom of the ditch, the two ends do not lean, there should be no one here, but since it is called a dangerous place, there must be its danger, this danger does not come from the monster, most of it comes from people. Therefore, Mu Sheng and Wu Fa looked like they were resting, but in fact, their divine consciousness was not observing their surroundings for a moment.

An hour passed, nothing happened, everything seemed to be calm, and the surrounding wind was light and the years were quiet. After another hour, it will still be calm, not to mention people, not even a single demon beast has come. Mu Sheng couldn't help frowning slightly.

It was noon when the four of them went down to the valley, and after these two hours passed, the sky couldn't help but slowly darken, and the sun in the valley was not enough, so it became more and more bleak, and there was a slight sea breeze, which blew into the ravine and made a whining sound.

After another hour, the sky was completely dark, and when I looked up, there was only a little starlight, hanging in the sky, and the grass and insects in the mountains chirped, and the chirping was very good.

The heat of the day has completely dissipated, and there is still a faint coolness in the ditch. Tonight is rare, so far, the volcano on Yuanqiao Mountain has not erupted once. After another hour, Nangong Yuhuan and Lan Ying'er retreated from the cross-seated seat one after another.

Nangong Yuhuan stretched his waist and said, "It's really comfortable to adjust it like this, okay, it's your turn now." As he spoke, he sat up from the ground and patted the dust off his body. Mu Sheng smiled slightly, briefly explained a few words to Nangong Yuhuan, and then sat down with Wu Fa to the place where Nangong Yuhuan was meditating before.

Nangong Yuhuan twisted his lower waist, moved his hands and feet, and said, "Sister, now it's our turn to be on duty, it's dark this day, why am I still a little scared." Nangong Yuhuan said that she was afraid, but secretly she blinked like Lan Ying'er.

"What's there to be afraid of, the two of us are here, don't look at the white bones underneath. Lan Ying'er comforted.

"Okay, but sister, you have to talk to me, if you don't talk to me, it's weird to be so quiet around. Nangong Yuhuan said coquettishly.

"You, I really can't help you, otherwise, I'll play a tune for you, okay?" Lan Ying'er said, taking out the gong hou and holding it in her hand.

Nangong Yuhuan nodded and said, "Okay, it's good to have a tune to listen to." ”

So the two of them, like Mu Sheng and Wu Fa before, sat back to back, Lan Ying'er twisted her fingers, plucked the strings of the gonghou, and played slowly. The sound of the song is soothing and peaceful, like a small bridge flowing water, and for a time the sound of insects and the sound of gonghou complement each other, which is very good, a picture of harmony between heaven and earth.

It's just that I don't know if Ershu has noticed that there is something like a tree root on the ground, and it crept over according to the area where the four people were sitting. The two of them seemed to be unaware, Lan Ying'er was still playing the tune softly, and Nangong Yuhuan was slowly beating the beat to the music.

The vine-like thing with the roots of the tree, hidden under the ground, quietly walked around the four of them, it was already dark, this thing was running under the ground, and if you looked closely, you could also find that the surface of the ground arched slightly when it was running, and if you didn't pay attention, it was really as if nothing had happened.

When the four approached the four of them, the thing spread out like the roots of a tree, intertwined and intertwined, and slowly intertwined a net-like mass of things under the four people.

Lan Ying'er suddenly said: "Sister, after listening to the soothing music for half a day, I think you are tired of listening to it, why don't I change the style and listen to it." ”

Nangong Yuhuan applauded and smiled: "Okay, okay, sister, hurry up and listen." ”

Lan Ying'er smiled slightly, her fingers pressed down suddenly, and the expression on her face suddenly changed from spring breeze to rain. The sound of the strings has also become scorched and fierce, and there is a sound of killing, and the rhythm of urgency and brokenness is like the sound of ten thousand armies breaking the formation.

The sound of the gonghou sounded, and the noise under the ground was also heard, and the sound of bangbangbang came from the ground one after another, and the objects like vines broke out directly from the ground, and before they had time to stretch, they were turned into powder by the sound of the gonghouqin. The other vines buried in the earth also shattered into sections, unable to be connected together.

With the sound of the rapid gonghou, Nangong Yuhuan also rose from the ground, and said coquettishly: "Who dares to come and attack." ”

Although Nangong Yuhuan was wearing a strong suit, the whole person was fluttering in the air in the wind, and his hair was lightly raised, which made people feel that it was beautiful when they saw it. Nangong Yuhuan's body danced, and the jade ring on his body flew out with it, flying like a meteor.

"Little girl, she looks weird and good-looking. The man who was hiding in the shadows and sneaking up laughed sadly.

The jade ring flew out, and a wall of withered vines suddenly grew in front of it to block the way, and the jade ring was castrated, spinning like a gear and tearing the withered vines towards the sound.

Just when everyone's eyes were attracted by the withered vines, the four of them suddenly had thin needles like cow hair, which came and went silently, black and swarthy without a trace of luster, and the wind blew with a trace of fishy sweetness, which seemed to be quenched with poison on the needle.

The needle speed was extremely fast, and it was not affected by the wind at all, and it was densely pierced towards the four people. Lan Ying's jade fingers waved lightly, and the string sound became more urgent, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, it sounded like the sound of the decisive battle between the two armies, the sound shook the heavens and the earth, and the tile on the house was about to fall. Carefully distinguish, there are the sound of golden drums striking, the sound of sword fighting, the sound of crossbow arrows, the sound of people and horses advancing and retreating, and all kinds of sounds are intertwined and resounding, endlessly. The thin needles in the air were blown by the mountain wind and did not move, but they were all shaken into powder by the sound and drifted away with the wind.

When the steel needle flew up, Nangong Yuhuan landed quickly, kicked his feet, and the two jade rings on his feet pierced into the soil with two pops, only to hear a slight hum coming from the ground, and saw a ground very close to the four people sinking down, as if someone had used a trick to escape from here.

All this happened between the lightning and flint, it was really difficult to distinguish the order, the person hidden under the ground quickly escaped after a blow from the cow hair needle, and the jade ring that Nangong Yuhuan flew out also seemed to have smashed something, making a crisp sound, and was recruited back by Nangong Yuhuan.

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