Tang Bai couldn't help but shake his head when he saw the ugly man on the ship's armor, he couldn't help but guess what happened without Yan Feifei and the others saying what was going on.

Maybe it's because his body is old, and even his state of mind is getting old.

When a person is old, he can see everything more clearly.

He took out a bottle of pills to restore the true yuan from the purple gold ring, poured out two pills and took them, and then meditated for a while, feeling that the injuries in his body had stabilized a little, and then stood up.

The rule's injury was a bit serious, and it was not something that could be recovered by pills, but Tang Bai didn't care, because his longevity was short.

It was as if he saw the day when he died of old age, and everything seemed to be relieved.

Life is nothing but a dream, life is just a circle, the previous life, this life, is always a reincarnation.

But no matter what, he wants to save Zhuge Xinyue back, it's not about love, it's his obsession.

People, there is always someone in your life who will make you pay willingly, in fact, this is also a kind of happiness, he stubbornly believes that this is a kind of happiness.

The boat left the mountain and flew north.

Taking advantage of this distance, Tang Bai's body moved, and he arrived at the ship's armor, and when he arrived at the space where the ugly man was, he asked lightly, "Who are you?"

When the ugly man heard this, he hurriedly turned around, and when he saw that it was the gray-haired old man in the cabin, he couldn't help but settle down, and asked without answering, "Who are you?"

Tang Bai said: "Tang Bai!"

The ugly man felt that this name was somewhat familiar, and it took him a long time before he got up, the Fengge sect master of the four major sects of Tianmen, his name was Tang Bai; it was just rumored that the sect master named Tang Bai was a handsome and extraordinary young and beautiful man; and the person in front of him had nothing to do with beauty at all, and with his cultivation realm, he could see at a glance that the old man in front of him was really an old man, an old man who was about to die.

"Sect Master Tang of the Feng Pavilion?"

Tang Bai nodded, still asking, "Who are you?"

The ugly man still didn't say his name, but said, "Sect Master Tang, I think there is some mistake between us... Before he finished speaking, he saw a sword light slashing towards his neck.

Tang Bai didn't like to repeat the most, and when he asked 'Who are you' twice, he didn't think to ask a third time.

The Seven Gods Dragon Yuan Sword does not have a gorgeous brilliance, and this sword does not have a complicated sword style, but above the sword, there is a terrifying murderous aura, and a shocking will.

The ugly man unfolded his body and kept retreating.

His speed was so fast that countless phantoms appeared in this overlapping space.

Tang Bai's sword style was very slow, so slow that he hadn't moved, and the tip of the sword was always three feet away from the ugly man's throat; no matter how fast his speed was, Tang Bai's people, Tang Bai's sword didn't seem to move.

A shadow of death hung over the ugly man's heart, and he couldn't see the change in Tang Bai's kendo at all.

If you can't see the result of the change in swordsmanship, you will die.

Tang Bai's sword moved, he just sent it forward gently, and the tip of the sword pierced the throat of the ugly man, and the sword aura emitted by the Seven Divine Dragon Yuan Sword shattered the ugly man's Holy Fetus Yuan Infant and shattered his Heavenly Palace Divine Soul.

With a flick of Tang Bai's left hand, the corpse on the tip of the sword flew out of the armor like a cannonball, and landed in a dense forest.

Tang Bai put away the Seven Divine Dragon Yuan Sword, and then a sickly flush appeared on his face, he bent down slightly, coughed, and even coughed up blood.

This sword of his seems ordinary, but it condenses all the true elements in his body, condenses all his will, and fuses all his sword skill essence.

He was already seriously injured, and this sword consumed too much of his spirit.

The ugly man couldn't see the change in his sword style, not because his sword style had not changed, but because this ordinary sword contained too many changes; this change was hidden but hidden, and only when he really faced this sword could he understand the horror of this sword.

He lowered his chest and returned to the cabin, his mind in control, and the boat sped north at great speed.

Flying in the air, in a reckless land, is a very dangerous thing, because no one knows whether there is a mortal danger hidden somewhere in the void.

From south to north, through countless lonely jungle cliffs, looking back, I can see the vast forest, the wind and waves, the lonely place, there seems to be a light looming, like a starlight, hiding a terrifying ferocity.

Everyone did not speak, because the farther north, the more lonely it became, the more solemn the atmosphere became, and the solemnity made people uneasy, as if there was an invisible will, pressing on everyone's hearts, and even Yu Linglong, who was lacking in her soul, was at a loss in her heart.

Cliffs, dry streams, colorful mist, mangroves.

When the familiar scenery was imprinted into Tang Bai's eyes, his heart collapsed even tighter.

The boat of the gods fell in the dry stream, and Tang Bai took out a bottle of antidote pill from the purple gold ring and distributed it to everyone.

Cultivators are originally pure bodies, have original true qi, and are not afraid of poisonous gas miasma, but Tang Bai is still careful in everything.

The poison of the world, there is a way to be found, and the word of the Tao cannot be measured by common sense, let alone in this reckless wilderness of the ruins.

Everyone goes up from the dry stream, the scenery becomes more and more impermanent, to the end of the dry stream, a gray-black ancient tree suddenly appears in front of them, the yin air is forested, most of them are more than a few hugs, sparse and sparse, the branches and leaves are luxuriant; there are more withered vines and barren grass, green, yellow, green and purple, all kinds of vertical and horizontal, are some varieties that everyone has never seen.

Tang Bai took the lead, holding a sword to split the branches and vine leaves, and walked cautiously, if he touched the distance of two miles, the barren path loomed in front of everyone, leading directly to the dense forest.

I don't know how many years this barren path has existed, and how many years have no one ever come to this sacred ruin, the barren path should have been buried by flowers and rattans, but now it has strangely appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

In the distance, there is a colorful mist floating, but it avoids the scope of the wilderness, and if you want to enter the forest, there is no more choice.

"Come, just be safe!"

Tang Bai looked at Yan Feifei's tense body, and couldn't help but comfort him.

Yan Feifei's courage is sometimes very big, sometimes very small, but if she wants to say that she is afraid, she will definitely not admit it; just like now, when she heard Tang Bai say this, she said angrily: "Who is upset!"

In order to prove that she was not afraid, she also deliberately walked forward, along the barren path, straight into the forest covered in colorful mist, although the strange atmosphere around her made her tremble with fear, but she did not mean to stop.

Tang Bai followed her carefully, and the Illusion Avenue not only shrouded Yan Feifei in it, but also shrouded Yu Linglong in it.

His qi and blood were dry and his body was seriously injured, but he held on to his spirit and spirit, ready to sacrifice his life at any time.

"Whew!"

A deep voice came from the depths of the forest sea.

Yan Feifei involuntarily stopped, swallowed her saliva, turned her head, looked at Tang Bai with a nervous expression and asked, "Boy, do you think there will be a ghost in front of you?"

(Vacation time, no mind to write!)