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In the depths of the cave was a black hole, and I couldn't see anything clearly, but I heard a moaning and hissing sound, which kept echoing in the bottomless cave, like a sad song of death.

The sound of the liquid flowing was amplified several times, and it quietly monopolized this presence in the deep cave.

If anyone could light a small fire at this time, they would see that the ground was full of blood.

And indeed, at this time someone really lit the fire, and there were more than one, there were many, and the huge cave was illuminated as if it were daylight outside.

The group of Maoshan Taoist priests in yellow clothes walked in, their ages were roughly in the age of no confusion, the wrinkles on their faces began to appear slightly, and their faces gradually began to age.

Their cloudy eyes shone shrewdly and wickedly in the reflection of the light from the flames.

There is evil in shrewdness, and disgust in evil.

They looked at the Jiguang horses lying on the ground with satisfaction, and looked at the blood that was still flowing from them, and felt very pleasing to the eye.

They walked over as if they had discovered a new treasure, stretched out their dirty hands and dipped the blood on the ground, then put them in their mouths and licked them, and finally their faces showed an expression as if they had tasted the heavenly elixir.

"This is really the blood of Jiguang Horses, I think it sounded like a god back then, and today these dozens of Jiguang Horses are in front of us!"

One of the Taoist priests picked up a handful of bright red blood, his hands trembled, and he couldn't help himself with excitement.

This Jiguang Horse was originally the divine horse of the Celestial Clan, but later, after the war between the Celestial Clan and the evil spirits, the Celestial Clan declined, and although the Jiguang Horse was spared in the war and did not die, they were not in the sky. They left the Heavenly Palace of the Celestial Clan and found an isolated place in the human world to live freely.

No one has been to this mountain for thousands of years, and they have gradually let down their guard against the outside world.

But how could they have thought that one day these evil and filthy Maoshan Taoist priests would find this place to do this to them, it is really impossible to prevent it.

Those Maoshan Taoist priests are now surrounded by this group of dying Jiguang horses, everyone is looking at this group of Jiguang horses, trying to find out which one is the fattest and strongest, and calculating in their hearts how to snatch the strongest Jiguang horse into their own hands.

Just when these Taoist priests were happily thinking about how to divide these auspicious horses, the dying auspicious horses suddenly moved, which made these Taoist priests very surprised.

All of their flying swords hit the vital points of Ji Guangma, none of them were biased, and they were all stuck straight into their hearts.

They thought it would be good if they were alive, and they would attack them somewhere, but Yoshikoma did stand up and attacked them.

Those yellow-robed Maoshan Taoist priests were frightened by their formation, and they all withdrew the long swords that were still inserted in Ji Guangma's body, lined up their formations, and pointed their sword hearts directly at the group of mentally deranged Ji Guangma.

The sword flashed, and the flesh and blood splattered.

After calming down and being frightened, those Taoist priests were all wondering why this auspicious light horse was already a turtle in an urn waiting to be slaughtered, so why did they have to fight this senseless battle again.

Just as they were wielding their swords and slashing at these desperate Jiguang horses, they seemed to find a young Jiguang horse taking the opportunity to desperately run out of the cave.

The wings on Nagi Guangma's body were still very immature, as if they had just been born, so it could not fly as freely as its people, and could only run as hard as it could. It was like a man on a large ship who had lost his way in the middle of the sea and saw a lighthouse, staring intently at the light coming in from outside the entrance of the cave.

A little harder, a little faster, and you can escape.

There were big tears in its eyes, but it couldn't look back, even though it wanted to turn back like crazy, and wanted to escape from the disgusting Taoist priests with its parents and its people, but it really couldn't, the people would rather sacrifice their own lives than save it and take my life, it couldn't let the sacrifice of its people be in vain.

When the Taoist priests shot their swords at them, they reacted keenly, their first action was not to run away on their own, but to surround it, all the long swords shot into the hole were blocked by its people, it watched in the middle of them as the merciless swords pierced their chests, it felt the warm and bloody blood flowing on its body, but it could not stop it, and even it needed the protection of the clansmen.

It had wanted to rush out and fight to the death with those filthy yellow-robed Taoist priests, but at the moment when it rushed out, the patriarch's wife used its aging body to desperately block it.

The patriarch's wife hissed a few times and said to it, "You are the hope of our Jiguang clan, if you dare to go out, the whole Jiguang clan will die in front of you immediately." ”

It stopped when it heard the words of the patriarch's wife, its legs softened, and its eyes were cold as it watched as those yellow-robed Taoist priests killed its clansmen one by one.

Then they all fell, and it was hidden beneath them, blocked seamlessly.

It breathed beneath them, and the thick blood made its heart tremble, with the sorrow for the death of its clansmen and the anger and hatred for those yellow-robed Taoist priests as powerful as fire.

But no matter how sad and hateful it was, it did not dare to move a single bit, until the Patriarch's wife said in a faint voice like a gossamer, "Run!"

It only then did it gather all its strength and run out, looking at the light at the entrance of the cave, it kept encouraging itself to step into that light, and it was free.

It doesn't have any extra thoughts about revenge, no extra thoughts about hatred, the only thing it thinks about is running out, running out hard.

At last it ran out, and it saw a blinding light outside, and it couldn't open its eyes for a while. But the escape is not over, it still has to run.

After turning a corner, it ran towards the mountain road, but when it looked up, it saw the yellow talisman in the patch, so it hurriedly stopped.

At a glance, you can see the yellow runes that have been plastered on the way down the mountain.

It fluttered in the wind like a talisman, and it seemed to take its life in an instant.

Seeing this, it ran back, ran to the other end, and walked directly down the cliff face with thick snow.

The snow was thick and slippery, and it didn't stand firmly, so it rolled down the steep slope.

Some of the huge rocks along the way were uncovered by the snow, revealing sharp edges and corners that cut through its body and head as it rolled past.

When it stopped, it was halfway up the mountain, and there was a pine tree on the mountainside that stopped it.

When the snow melted, the wind was a little cold, and even though the wind gently swept the wounds on its head and body, it still felt unbearable pain.

It struggled to reach out and lick the wounds that were still dripping with blood, and the little warmth on its tongue made it feel greatly relieved, as if it were a heavenly luxury.

It continued to lick its wounds with some nostalgia, but in its heart it had to worry whether the sword of the Taoist priest would shoot towards it unsuspectingly.

The sword never came this way, and it thought it had probably escaped.

But now a little temperature on the tongue could no longer relieve its pain, and the wind carried a huge cold blow, and the blood on its wound instantly condensed into ice, and when it moved slightly, the ice at the wound cracked, and the thin ice flakes grinded against its wound, grinding its flesh and blood into a blur, and it didn't even dare to move at will.

But it found that this was not a solution, it could not stay motionless in the middle of the mountain all the time, and maybe those yellow-robed Taoist priests would soon find here, so it felt that the long pain was better than the short pain, and before it was discovered, it should go down the mountain early to find a safe place.

So it gritted its teeth, shifted its position, found a suitable angle, and rolled down.