The rain is continuous, but there is no trace of understanding, Feng is compassionate, but there is no sympathy, if there is love in the world, how can the wind and rain not stop, if the world is ruthless, how can the wind and rain know their fate...

On the hunting team in the burial area, which was always marching in the direction of Eternal Sleep Town, the Brave Hunting Area, a lonely figure stood among them.

The ice and snow that filled the eyes had already begun to melt, and the rain had been falling for two whole days, and the person in my heart seemed to have left for a long, long time.

Jiang Xue'er, who was lightly wrapped in plain clothes, was dazed, and the instrument that could monitor the signs of life was also dim. Outside the empty room was the crowd of people marching through the hunting camp.

Dense war beasts opened the way in front, and many familiar figures walked at the front of the team, with sorrows and joys. After a while, a figure emerged from the dense crowd, it was Jiang Huan who was wrapped in gauze.

The graceful young man who had been godless for a long time, his eyes were full of hope for a moment, and he hurriedly trotted over, holding Jiang Huan's hand, and his tone was hurried and anxious.

"Brother?"

"Brother?"

Jiang Huan, who was already guilty in his heart, didn't know how to speak at this time, and for two whole days, there were no less than ten groups of brave hunting teams sent out to find them.

Can..... , there was no news.

Dozens of mountain peaks and cliffs, including the Flying Demon Peak, and the upper, middle and lower ends of the river, were also covered with trampled footprints.

That person, like evaporating from the world, lost a trace.

Jiang Huan was sour in his heart, looked at his sister who was about to burst into tears, and had to say comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, if the search engine doesn't respond, it doesn't mean that he is dead, and it may be that he has temporarily lost the contact signal, not to mention that kid doesn't seem to be a short-lived person..."

Jiang Xue'er, who had already counted how many times she had asked, was once again overwhelmed by tears, and her unstoppable thoughts surged into her heart.

At this time, the rain is getting heavier and heavier.

The vast world is shrouded in rain, and lovesick people whisper in the wind and rain over and over again, but they never stop.

In front of him was the Falling Thunder Canyon, and before the hunting camp team approached, there was a faint roar of rustling in his ears, which was the sound of thunder splitting boulders.

From far to near, it gradually becomes clear and audible.

Falling Thunder Canyon, a thunder penalty area full of mystery.

Warrior hunters who have ventured through this area have said that this is a lost land with chaotic rules, the only vestiges left in the world by the gods.

In the vast canyon that spread for nearly 100 miles, it was filled with dense thunder and lightning, and countless demon beasts tried to cross the canyon and emerge beyond the silent forest burial area, but were blocked by thunder and lightning.

It is rumored that at the end of the Falling Thunder Canyon, there is a huge spider web that covers the mountain pass, which is woven by thunder and lightning, sparks linger, and destruction envelops it.

It is precisely because of the existence of this thunder spider web that the human survival base behind the canyon can be preserved, and it is also the existence of this thunder-like magical canyon that human beings can emerge powerful hunters who understand the law of thunder.

Thunder hunters, this kind of strong people who perceive the power of thunder, can be said to be rare among the hundreds of human survival bases today.

The difficulty of its perception is no less than that of the human birth king hunter-level powerhouse, and each of them is the absolute leader among the human hunters.

In today's federal state, the only strong king hunter who understands the law of thunder has been famous for many years, and it is said that he is an old man who has not walked out of the door of the king hunting palace for nearly twenty years.

Since then, no hunter has been born who can perceive the power of thunder, and gradually, this mysterious Thunder Canyon has rarely been set foot in.

Until the hunting camp opened by the burial area of the Silent Forest marches ....

On the battalion chariot, in a defensive space similar to a barrier, Li Ziyang was bored flipping through the latest mechanical weapon diagrams, and he was originally obsessed with mechanical thunder books, but his eyes were attracted by the window at the moment.

He was waiting for someone to return to the camp.

In this small space, there are compact bunk beds for resting.

It's not just him, Zhou Long, who has been insomnia for two days, is lying upright on the bed like a wrapped zongzi, and sometimes he doesn't know how many times he asked: "Are you back..."

No one answered, and no one answered outside the window.

Wang Yiwen was still lying in the rescue center of the camp because he was severely injured by the demon king before, and after two days of treatment, he was out of danger of life, but his consciousness fell into a complex situation that was sometimes unconscious and sometimes clear.

His hard Tianshuang physique has been shattered, and listening to what the captain Jiang Huan meant, he is now at the point of the two layers of ice and fire.

Either Nirvana is reborn and builds a more powerful body, or it is permanently comatose, and then the body withers and becomes a waste.

This battle made the newly established Silver Fox Hunting Team pay a terrible price, one person was missing, one person was paralyzed, and four people were seriously injured.

For Jiang Xue'er, the pain in her heart may be more profound than the pain caused by overdraft.

After a while, the rest cabin, which was not visited by many people, lit up again with a flickering light.

Li Ziyang asked with an unexpected expression: "Who?"

"It's me!"

The response was a calm voice, and there was always a tone of calm in the voice, as if nothing could move him.

"How's it going?" Zhou Long was lying on the hospital bed sickly one second, but the next second he became vigorous, and rushed to Jiang Huan with a brisk step, hoping to get affirmation from his mouth.

Even Li Ziyang, who was sitting on the side, quickly put down the books in his hand.

Jiang Huan glanced at it and found that the messy room when he left was very tidy at the moment, and he suddenly understood.

He shook his head helplessly, without the slightest explanation or comfort, he didn't even want to stay here for a moment, he was afraid to see the hopeful and disappointed eyes of his teammates, he was afraid of the words that he didn't know how many times he asked repeatedly.

The three people in the room were speechless, and the atmosphere was silent to freezing point. Jiang Huan looked at Zhou Long in front of him, only to see that the white sand wrapped around his arm was still soaked with scarlet, and his original expression full of hope turned pale in an instant, and he tried to hold the arm of the barrier wall, and he couldn't stop trembling.

"Zhou Long...."Jiang Huan couldn't bear to continue.

Zhou Long turned around with difficulty, waved his hand with the bloodstained arm, and said, "I'm fine, I'm just tired." ”

This step is less than ten meters away, and the burly man actually gives people the illusion of an old man in the twilight.

And Li Ziyang on the side just repeated words in disbelief: 'Impossible, absolutely impossible...'

At this moment, Jiang Huan found that he had been rehearsing the words in his heart for a long time, but at this time, he didn't know how to speak. After a short stay, Jiang Huan reluctantly turned around and left, leaving behind the two of them who were like demons.

"Where the hell are you?"

Jiang Huan, who was wet from the rain, ignored the greetings of the past hunters and walked in the center of the hunting team with a complicated expression.

Jiang Huan's mood is no easier than anyone's, but he has experienced harsh hardships since he was a child, and he has long been used to hiding his inner emotions.

For Yuan Zhen, this brave hunter who meets his opponent in the snowy night, he has a spirit of never admitting defeat, and he has never flinched in fear on the battlefield surrounded by monsters, but takes the lead.

He has some kind of magic in him, which can reassure the people around him, if someone else suffers a blow, he may collapse and go silent, but Yuan Zhen has always maintained optimism and a heart of unremitting pursuit. This is the will necessary to become a strong man.

In the camp or in the hunting palace, Jiang Huan rarely paid attention to hunters of the same age, except for Yuan Zhen, the man who had defeated him.

"Yuanzhen, I believe you won't die here, I'll wait for you to appear...."

Jiang Huan, who was dressed in dark black armor, walked lonely to the command center of the hunting camp.

And the figure wrapped in plain clothes, with a soft cold-proof mink coat on his shoulders, held a white umbrella in his hand, and went to the hunting camp on his back.

She's looking for him.

No matter where he is, whether he is alive or dead.

She felt like he was waiting for her, and she had to find him.

The Flying Demon Peak Mountain Range shrouded in rain, like the Falling Thunder Canyon area of the damnation, between the wide rivers that don't know the end of the water, a lonely figure walked forward step by step in every corner of this lost world, until she came to that battlefield.

The vast Flying Demon Peak has been trampled out of a lot of deep pits by the Demon King, and seven or eight peaks are surrounded in the distance like a siege prison, which is the trace of the Demon King's magical powers.

The original mountain viewing platform has long been buried deep in the dust.

As far as the eye can see, there is no trace of the past.

There was always a strange smell in the air, it was the blood of the demon king white ape, which lingered throughout the mountain range for a long time.

It's just half of the Demon King of the Yuanying Realm, which caused such a devastating movement. If it was the heyday of the ancient Yuan Infant, Jiang Xue'er didn't dare to continue to think deeply.

The Earth Federation, the nine burial areas, the nine defense fortresses, the three university palaces, and hundreds of human survival bases, it seems that there has never been a Yuan Infant Realm.

If the demon kings are so terrifying and domineering, then what should the fate of mankind do next.

The shadow ruins that shroud the sky have always existed, and at this moment, Jiang Xue'er hated that world incomparably, it was it that changed everything about human beings, and it also created countless tragic catastrophes, it was the source of all this cholera!

Looking at the shocking deep stream, Jiang Xue'er's thoughts seemed to return to that picture, only this time, she no longer flinched, she wanted to follow his trajectory.

Like a comet falling, the wind around her whistled, and the moment she entered the water, only one voice echoed in her heart: "He must have been very cold then..."

.....

The Falling Thunder Canyon was bleak, scattered gravel splashed around, accompanied by the splitting of thunder and lightning, and the entire space was surrounded by a breath of death and silence.

The camp hunters, who hadn't appeared for a long time, seemed to be besieged here.

Several figures with strong breaths were shrouded in a layer of thunder and lightning pattern enchantment. It seems that many attempts have been made to break through, and everyone has an indescribable tiredness.

Xue Yunlan said with great guilt: "Everyone, this time is really careless, I didn't expect this Thunder Law to be so strong, it seems that we can't get out." ”

It turned out that a few people had come to the end of the Falling Thunder Canyon a long time ago, and they tried to break the barrier of the Thunder Seal, but they didn't expect to be punished by the Thunder and detained here.

Fortunately, this space is not completely blocked, and it is still possible to get in touch with the hunting camp through the teleporter, regarding the current situation of several strong people, the hunting camp center has already received the news and sent it to the headquarters of Anyang Xuegong.

This trip to the north of the camp did not seem to be as easy as initially expected, and Xue Yunlan, who was no longer speechless, looked at the sky with deep eyes and fell into silence for a long time.

Far away in the core area in the center of the human base, in the Hunter Palace, a gate that had been sealed for nearly twenty years slowly opened. A bald-headed, cloth-robed figure, moving in the wind, tearing through the sky like thunder.