"In this whirlpool, you can't use spiritual power!

Glimpsing that Su Hexiang was already protected by a man in black, Bai Ziren jumped and rushed towards Su Changrong, just as he carried a white pass in one hand and a Su Xiaogongzi in the other, the boulder under his feet cracked in an instant, and a bigger wave of impact came, and this time, he swallowed everyone in one go.

The stars above the head are brilliant, and the bright moon is fading.

When the last wave died away, and the pool was calm, a heavy fog rose from the altar, enveloping the ruins and walls, and from a distance, it seemed as if there was not a trace of wind and waves.

The red lady followed the signal given by Wu Banxia to the top of the mountain, and suddenly the earth shook under her feet, and there should have been fire in the valley below, burning half of the sky, but when she approached, there was nothing, only the air was filled with blood, and then went forward, a boulder stood beside the path, smeared with bright red cinnabar, and the word "blood platform" was particularly infiltrating in this night.

She looked at the fog ahead, drew the whip from her body, and a smile of unknown meaning curled into her lips, and disappeared into the fog.

Bisha Pond.

Bisha Lake has been silent for many years, here is desolate for many years, no one stops, the weeds and wild trees around it grow in a rough way, as for the only lake that exists here, surrounded by the foothills of the four directions, naturally raise a deep pit, the rain is scarce for thousands of years, the sun is rarely patronized, it also naturally forms the lake, the surrounding trees and weeds are nourished by it, and the elves are derived from the elves over time, the elves have a master, but the master comes and goes in a hurry, and after a long time, he never thought of coming back to see it, so it has nothing to do every day, counting the stars in the sky, watching when the door can be opened, and when his unscrupulous master can come back。

I can't remember when, how many years ago, when there were sparks in the sky, as if it was about to restart the formation of the formation, it was pleasantly surprised, it bit one of its branches, waiting for the shadow to fly down from the sky again, it remembered the posture of its master, so fluttering down, until it fell in front of it, it was the most beautiful image it had ever seen in its life, and it was also the day when it saw the sun for the first time, even if the light was just an afterglow in that person's mouth, it could not forget the beauty of the pale gold inlaid on the edge of the clouds and smoke.

Today, such a spark appeared in the air again, and it had seen it many times over the years, and each time it disappeared with a flash, and so on and so forth, and gradually there was no expectation. So the little tree spirit threw the weeds he was dragging and playing with him to the ground, and walked to his nest with his feet crossed.

Before it was halfway there, a roar came from the sky, and then a burst of echoes echoed, it had never heard such a sound, like a newborn calf, without any scruples, running towards Bisha Lake with its feet scattered, stumbling all the way to the miserable, even more miserable thing was a white ball falling from the sky, smashing down from its new buds, smashing its whole tree alive and lying down.

Fortunately, it was born with no pain, so it waited for itself to recover and then turned its crooked head in another direction, and its gray eyes looked through two small sunken holes. When it circled the little guy who had fainted and held it in front of him to observe, the two black briquette-like circles startled it, and it felt disgusted and hot, and threw it out with a grunt, and the poor Babao's pure white fur rolled a few times on the ground, which was called a down-and-out little beggar.

So the little tree spirit stayed quietly by the lake, two feet away from Babao, staring at the sky that was still rippling, stretching out a branch and scratching his back, imitating the posture of the person back then, cocking Erlang's legs, shaking and swaying, silently counting the time.

In the rumbling echo, the array gate finally showed its own quaint symbol, and the golden sparks burst out in the air, like the light of the swords and halberds, beautiful and dangerous. Just when the little tree spirit thought that he could finally see his master floating back from the air, the gate of the array opened, and four or five entangled things fell from the air like it usually smashed stones, and fell into the lake with five thuds in succession.

The little tree spirit's face became a standard "mourning" on the spot, and it looked particularly vivid on the boxy face.

Memories are all deceiving.

Compared to the Eight Treasures, the others were obviously not so lucky, and they all fell into the lake. Bai Ziren had to take care of the two of them at once, one seriously injured and the other wasted, but fortunately, now the spiritual power is not as difficult to control as when he was in the whirlpool, he evoked the tassel, and rushed out of the water with Bai Tong and Su Changrong in a good posture, looked around, and finally saw Babao who was still unconscious on the shore, and breathed a sigh of relief at the moment. The others also climbed out of the water one after another, and it can be said that everyone present has never been so nonsensical and embarrassed.

When he climbed out, even if he was restrained and serious, he coughed non-stop, and he lay on the grass with all his strength, his face was pale, as if he had no love. Li Ziling was slightly better, and was already running his own spiritual power pranayama, and the water droplets on his body were evaporating at a speed visible to the naked eye. As for Ruoqing and Yu Liangshi, it is estimated that there is nothing to scruple about at this time, and they have also healed their injuries, and they are not worried about sneak attacks at all.

Several people were at a stalemate, and they didn't speak to each other. Su Changrong lost too much blood, and rolled in the whirlpool for too long, fever and coma, and it took a long time to wake up, squinting and looking around, knowing that he couldn't take the remaining grain stones at the moment, and compared to the initial impulse, he was still a lot calmer, so he didn't look for anything again, and asked the envoy who bandaged him, and said, "Where is my sister?"

Brother Jun shook his head, but Bai Tong, who was nesting behind, hurriedly replied with a fat little beast in his arms: "We were too chaotic when we fell, I don't know where my sister fell, and Wu Banxia, he is also gone." In addition, the man in black, I think he seems to be very powerful, he seems to be protecting his sister, so my sister should be fine, Brother Ziren has already gone to find it. Everyone's spiritual power is still a little chaotic, the good and evil here are undecided, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also said that before recovering a little self-protection strength, don't act rashly, so as not to cause trouble in vain. ”

That being said, it is also true, but Su Hexiang is gone, but Li Ziling uses "trouble" to describe it, Su Changrong's face sank, and his heart was stagnant, but he thought that Bai Ziren was doing his best in his sister, so he was a little relieved.

"As for you, do you have any injuries? It doesn't matter? You have wound medicine on your body, but don't hurt yourself and don't treat it in time. ”

In the face of Su Changrong's concern, the depression in Bai Tong's heart was swept away, and he rubbed the white fur of Babao after being dusted off, and his joy increased by more than one degree: "I'm fine, it's just that Babao fell and fainted when he fell, but fortunately it is a piece of grass on the ground, this guy has a big life, but he didn't fall to death, it has nine lives!"

"Kujo?"