The silver moon fills the sky, and the night is as dark as day.

The storm comes and goes fast.

Before the mighty skeleton army could exert its might, it was drowned in the dazzling silver moon sea in the blink of an eye, turning into a fluffy and fishy smell and disappearing without a trace.

And the female ghost and the white bone holding the bloody sword were seriously injured and fled, not knowing where they went.

The light dissipated.

The night is finally calm.

Yan Yuchen put away his scimitar and continued to move forward with the fox on his back.

From the mouth of the female ghost, I learned that Ruo'er should be on the top of the demon dragon and was in danger.

As for where the Demon Dragon Peak was, he didn't know.

It is imperative to get out of this strange lake first, as far away as possible.

Because in the middle of the lake, the looming island seems to be raising its head and slowly rising from the bottom of the water.

The mist quickly dispersed, and the lake was raging and rolling.

A terrifying breath rises to the sky!

It's not an island, it's a monster with no friends!

Yan Yuchen didn't hesitate, and ran directly towards a path that he couldn't see in front of him.

Around the lake, apart from the passage from which they came, there were only two roads left.

On the other hand, the road is full of flowers and light, like a paradise with beautiful scenery.

But Yan Yuchen didn't choose that path, but chose this path that looked bumpy and gloomy.

Light in the darkness is, many times, not hope.

Chances are, it's leading you into a darker trap.

Of course, this is not speculation.

Because at the intersection of that road, he saw a bright and behaving man-eating flower blooming.

Among the pink stamens, a piece of white bone is wrapped, a little cold.

It was the chill of the Blood Sword.

White Bone wields a bloody sword, hidden in the cannibal flower, ready to deliver a fatal blow to him.

And that female ghost must also be ambushed on the road to the paradise.

The green glow in Yan Yuchen's eyes gradually extinguished, and the speed of running under his feet accelerated even more.

Since he was able to see the white bones and blood swords hidden in the stamens, it meant that those things were all yin things, and they all belonged to the category of soul ghosts.

He remembered the classification of ghosts by Green Fang.

Such a powerful ghost is none other than the legendary spirit ghost that can absorb spiritual energy and cultivate.

However, it is obvious that this spirit ghost has taken the evil path, not only eating people and sucking blood, but also wants to take away the flesh of human beings in order to shape the true body.

Knowing this, he should have directly taken out the Langya Slashing Evil Sword that could cut down the evil things in the world, or used the Thunder Spirit that could restrain all the filthy ghosts.

But that's fine, at least it didn't alarm the monster with a powerful breath in the lake in advance.

Otherwise, it is still a question whether he can save his life and escape.

The fox crawled on his back, surprisingly quiet, and didn't say a word all the way.

Yan Yuchen couldn't help but be a little surprised, turned his head to look at her, only to see that she actually closed her eyes, climbed on his shoulder, and fell asleep.

"But you have a big heart, aren't you afraid that my brother will throw you away secretly?"

Yan Yuchen slowed down, and his running movements became slightly gentle.

He didn't know that when he turned his head to look ahead, the fox's croaking eyes slowly opened again.

The road ahead is getting narrower and narrower, allowing only one person to pass.

There was a cold wind coming from the front.

After a while, a cliff suddenly appeared at the end of the path.

The mountain walls on both sides are not roofed, and the path in the middle leads to the cliff.

Beneath the cliffs, the fog is shrouded and bottomless.

It's a dead end!

"Boom!"

The ground began to shake, and suddenly there was a terrible roar behind him.

The island-like monster hidden in the lake has finally come after it!

The fox's little face turned pale, his legs tightly wrapped around his waist, and he said with a crying voice: "Yan Toad, help." ”

Yan Yuchen flipped his wrist and took out the flying sword.

It's a pity that the aura was dim, and the flying sword trembled for a moment, and it couldn't fly.

It is not possible to fly here.

The roar behind him was getting closer, and the shaking of the earth was getting stronger.

A terrifying breath that makes you unable to breathe, quickly approaching!

Under the cliff, the thick fog suddenly rolled and dispersed, and a long rusty bridge appeared in the sight of the two.

The middle and other ends of the bridge, hidden in the mist, do not know where to lead.

It was dark on the other side, and I don't know if it was a cliff on the other side, or if it was somewhere more dangerous.

However, now is no longer the time to hesitate.

A fishy smell had already rushed from behind him, and the clothes of the two people were blowing.

The mountain walls on both sides began to collapse with a bang.

Yan Yuchen carried the fox on his back, jumped onto the dilapidated long bridge, and began to run.

The long bridge seemed overwhelmed, swaying from side to side and "creaking".

The fog in front of him gradually dispersed in the airflow of Yan Yuchen's running, and then closed again.

The bridge is very long, and after running for a long time, there is still no end in sight.

At this moment, on the edge of the cliff behind him, a roar that shook the valley had already sounded.

That huge figure, with its strong body, broke through a passage on the narrow path and chased it to the edge of the cliff.

It stood on the edge of the cliff and hesitated for a moment, then leaped to its feet and landed on the long, slender bridge.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, the long bridge broke!

It roared unwillingly, roared, and fell rapidly towards the bottom of the cliff.

And Yan Yuchen, who was running, also began to fall along the broken long bridge.

The wind is whistling in your ears, and the objects in your eyes are flying.

The fox's croaking sound resounded throughout the cliff, almost breaking Yan Yuchen's eardrums.

Yan Yuchen punched her with a backhand and hit her directly in the mouth, telling her to shut up.

The descent slowed suddenly, then slower and slower, and finally, it stopped.

The fox croaked and opened his eyes in horror, only to find that he had not landed, but was still in the middle of the cliff, like a swing, gently swaying in the thick fog.

And Yan Yuchen's hands were drenched in blood and blurred flesh and blood.

In his hands, he clutched the edge of the long broken bridge.

It was rusty iron, cold iron, hard iron.

It turned out that when he was falling rapidly, he had been trying to grab the iron to stop the fall, but because he couldn't use his spiritual power, and the speed of the fall was too fast, and the two of them were too heavy, he couldn't stop immediately.

So he grabbed the iron and slipped for a long, long time.

During this period, he even grabbed the iron with one hand, and gave the fox a punch with the other hand to prevent the eardrum from bursting.

Even on the back of his hands and on his face, there was blood splattering from his palms.

The fox croaked and touched the punched mouth, the pain was hot, and there was still wet liquid on the lips, which was the smell of blood.

At this time, she could have used this blood to probe her Jindan.

But, like those two kisses, she forgot again.

This time, she was not stiff, she was not stupid, and she did not lose the consciousness of thinking.

She just looked at him quietly.

Looking at his side face, looking at his frowning brow, looking at his slightly trembling, bloody hands clutching the cold iron.

And he, too, quietly did not speak.

With his cheeks tilted back and his eyes calmly staring at the blood-stained iron, he carried her on his back and began to climb up.

Climb little by little.

The blood was still flowing, spilling down the fingers, down the iron, without stopping.

But his hands were so tight that they almost broke the iron.

That's the weight of two people.

It was the weight that could not use spiritual power, could not borrow any strength, and did not even have a place for the feet to borrow.

The cliff wind was cold, chilling.

She hugged him gently, lowered her head, and buried her slightly cool cheeks in his neck.

It's warm here.

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(End of chapter)