The black Hunter Bow savagely plundered the aura above the Valley of the Fallen Souls, supporting the consumption of this arrow. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Funeral Ghost Wind wound around the spear like a snake from the tail of the spear, wrapping the entire spear in a deep black.

The white tiger couldn't stop trembling, he was afraid, he didn't know why, he was actually afraid in a state of rage in the face of this black crow with a will to die! The extreme darkness, which was purer than the night sky and darker than the darkness, exerted pressure on him that he could not even move.

"Hum. The bowstring trembled, and he did not speak without regret, not even the sorrow and anger that the white tiger imagined before he died, and burst his chest open, spraying the enemy's head and face full of blood.

The black giant arrow that fell from the sky dragged up a long tail of airflow, like a black streamer, silent and active, thousands of miles in an instant, and hit the white tiger's chest in the blink of an eye.

This arrow is not strong, because he does not regret that his spiritual power is exhausted, and he is even very weak because he is seriously injured, the gun that made the arrow hit the white tiger's chest, and it collapsed inch by inch from the head of the gun, and more than a hundred iron butterflies flew one after another, and the white tiger just felt a pain in his chest, and then there was no pain.

"Strangulation. The two words of understatement made the white tiger's hands and feet cold, and the spear that was smashed by his body did not fall, and they all shone with black light and flew around the white tiger, and the wind soul mark condensed by the ghost wind of the burial spirit! The fragments of the spear that got the order spun up violently, frantically twisted towards the body of the white tiger, the sound of sharp weapons entering the flesh sounded, accompanied by the white tiger's cry of pain echoed in the silent wilderness, the desolate roar with a painful wail was abrupt and terrifying, and he glanced at the white tiger kneeling on the ground, and his body fell weakly towards the Valley of Fallen Souls.

I don't know how long it took, the wind soul seal that cut the body of the white tiger dissipated, and the fragments of the spear lost control, embedded in the white tiger's body and no longer attacked.

The white tiger, who lost half of his life, was solemn, his right hand pierced into the wound of his body, his eyes were about to crack, he grabbed the fragment and pulled it outward, the scream was pressed in his throat, and the blood-stained fragment fell to the ground, the white tiger continued to clear the fragments, and the crazy roar startled the bird not to approach, he used a lot of force, so it hurt.

He had to remember the pain that the crow had brought him.

"I don't believe you will die, I will wait here for you to come up, if I want to kill you, I must kill you. The white tiger muttered, wiped the mustard seed ring in his left hand, a set of clothes and a few porcelain bottles appeared in his hand, poured out white powder from different porcelain bottles and smeared it on the wound, poured out a few pills and swallowed it, the disordered aura on the white tiger's body slowly calmed down, and it seemed that it was thanks to the healing medicine. The white tiger stumbled to the nearest water source, washed his bloodstained body, and put on his clothes.

"I'll wait for you to come up. Muttering again, the white tiger sat cross-legged on the valley of the fallen soul, swallowing the turbid aura, I don't know how long it took for the aura to be restrained, and the flow of aura around him was integrated, and he could no longer feel the fluctuation of the white tiger's spiritual power here, he sat there, but there was no breath to disperse.

The white tiger closed his eyes, as long as he was unwilling, even if a cultivator who was higher than him used his spiritual sense, he would not be able to find him. He is like an old monk, sitting on life and death, and not asking about the world.

In the Valley of Fallen Souls

The stream is murmuring, from time to time there are fish jumping up from the water and falling into the stream, the crisp sound of lapping the water is particularly wonderful, the flowers and greenery by the stream, the small beasts rushing, the birds chirping, and the little sunlight projecting down from the cracks above the Valley of the Fallen Souls, covering all the scenery with a layer of pale gold, looking like a paradise.

But by the side of this paradise-like stream, there was a man with blurred flesh and blood, breathing weakly, looking dying, and ruining the scenery.

After a long time, a layer of black air appeared on the surface of the man's body, keeping him out of the poisonous insects that wanted to climb up and burrow into the wound to devour blood and flesh.

"Hmm, damn it, if you don't die, there will be a blessing in the future," he gritted his teeth and got up, the pain of broken bones in many parts of his body made him curse coldly and cursed all the misbehaving guys he knew, turned his head to look around, looked at the grand scene of the Fallen Soul Valley in the early morning, and couldn't help but admire: "Good place, good place, but since this place is called the Valley of Fallen Souls, it must be a dangerous place, and you must not be reckless." ”

seriously recalled that he was scolded as an "idiot" by the clouds and demon knives no less than a hundred times, and rubbed his eyebrows without regretting a headache.

"They call me an idiot, if I think I'm an idiot too, then it's really hopeless......" Although he thought so, he still felt that his failure to carefully observe the terrain before fighting the white tiger was the primary reason for his fall into the Fallen Soul Valley, which means that he was still an idiot......

"Goo ......" stomach is very cooperative to make a bowel sound, do not regret lamenting, the airflow layer on the body disappeared, with difficulty stretched out his right hand and patted the storage bag, there are two more porcelain bottles in his hand, uncork the bottle and put the bitter pill in the mouth to swallow, and took out a "stasis pill" to swallow, and lay down quietly without regret, waiting for the pills and pills to exert their medicinal properties to treat the injury.

When night fell, the night shrouded, and he woke up from his slumber without regret, and found that the pain in his body had been reduced, but the important injuries had not improved in the slightest, and the reaction of his stomach became more and more intense, and the hunger pang overwhelmed him like a tide, and his closed eyes opened again, and his pupils had already shot a miserable green light.

"I'm going to starve to death...... I didn't regret gritting my teeth and supporting my body with my arms, the arm bone of my left forearm had already been broken into four pieces, and now I was able to exert my strength purely because the funeral ghost wind condensed into a wind bone support as the injury lessened and the spiritual power recovered.

Raising his left arm, he looked curiously, through the skin he could see that the black air flow was condensed and not dispersed into a bone-like shape, and with his every move, the wind bone made the most basic reaction, it looked really like a normal bone, and he was surprised to find this.

"Funeral ghost wind, the name is so arrogant, I don't know what you have to be arrogant until now, isn't it just a little more ferocious than the usual wind? "Disappointed to look at the unconscious funeral ghost wind, unrepentant to pick up the grass, at an extremely slow speed towards the river, there are fish in the river, as long as he can catch one or two fish to replenish physical strength, then the injury on his body will be accelerated because of the body's energy replenishment, the wind bone not only has the role of replacing bones, but also can help the injured bones grow in position, so that they will not be misaligned due to muscle movement and natural growth.

Little by little, he crawled slowly like a snail, scolded the white tiger from head to toe in a low voice, and went to Boyang City to perform a mission, and actually killed such a madman who chased and killed him without even giving a reason, he was not really afraid of the white tiger, which one of the demon souls in the cloud illusion realm and the Fengtian battle soul in the wind soul trial was not thousands of times crazier than him? Killers can never drag mud and water, and Hurricane is generally a good killer's way of behaving, but White Tiger does not abide by this law at all.

"But how did he run to the fifth place in the killer sequence rankings? Is it possible that the eighteen Hades are all straw bales except for him and the two Hades of the Great Hades?" The two Hades are both in the killer sequence, ranking first and third, but he never thought that this sentence would definitely make the demon knife fat - there are eighteen Hades in the Hades Mansion, and there are twelve crows in the Wumeng Mansion, and there are twelve crows in the Wumeng Martial Arts, and the White Tiger is the eighteenth Hades King, and he does not regret it, and he is also ranked among the Wumeng Crows, the black crow. The eldest Jackdaw Killer sequence is second, and the second Ghost Crow Killer sequence is sixth. scolded the White Tiger and the Seventeen Hades King of Hades, and unconsciously scolded the eleven crows of the demon knife without regret.

The sound of rustling came from not far away, and he didn't care if he buried his head in the water, he was already carried away by hunger, as long as he caught a fish, and when he was full, he would say what the hell he had encountered.

......The calm of the water surface was broken, and he raised his head violently without regrets, biting a fat whitebait in his mouth, and the head of the whitebait was stuck with his teeth without regret, no matter how it patted, he couldn't make him let go, and he grabbed the tail and fins with both hands, and he didn't regret letting go of the fat fish he caught, and grinned with satisfaction. As long as he doesn't get dirty, open his mouth and bury his head in the water, there will always be one or two stupid fish who look at the swaying tongue and are curious to take the bait. This technique is not a whimsical idea, everyone in the rivers and lakes knows this method, and the martial artists who attract spiritual energy into the body can breathe in the water for a long time without breathing, and they still have an overwhelming advantage against fish.

Cut open the belly of the whitebait with a blood crow, clean it, slice it into thin slices without regret, put the sashimi into his mouth, chew the fish fillet twice and turn into juice down the throat, without the slightest fishy smell, the cold elastic soft fish meat makes no regret very intoxicated, when Bai Yancheng is on a mission, every time he goes to the sea or a place with rivers and lakes, he will catch one or two fish to eat like this, the fresh fish meat has the smoothness and freshness that the cooked fish meat does not have, but he has never eaten the meat quality is better than this fish, the water of the stream here is clear and sweet, as if it is the water of a mountain spring, and the fish meat into the abdomen is very soon to rise up a warm current in the body flow, The tired muscles were greatly relieved under the warm current, and he didn't regret that his eyes lit up - this fish meat was able to replenish unexpected strength, and even the lost essence and blood were quickly replenished under the powerful pumping pressure of the heart, which was definitely good news for him!

He hurriedly sat down cross-legged, adjusted his breathing rate and integrated with the flow of aura, and the turbid aura burrowed into his body under his guidance, repairing the damaged meridians and bones simply and roughly.

An hour later, I didn't regret opening my eyes, and there was a glimmer of light.

"This fish is really a good thing, since you are here, you will definitely not be able to get out for a while, so eat more!" made up his mind, and looked at the stream again without regret, and this time, he almost vomited.

"Valley of Fallen Souls...... What the hell is this place!" Regret trembled, the "gurgling" sound of teeth colliding was clearly audible, and the boiling stream and the contents in it made him want to escape from this mysterious and terrifying place!;