When Xiao Yat looked at the pit, there were already more than a dozen dead ghosts lying there.

Xiao Yi paused and said, "Thief, I want to see if your tricks can help me." ”

When he said that, he split a few palms again, this is his angry palm, since his skill has doubled, his martial arts recently, and he has improved a lot, compared to when he was in Shijiu Lake, it is obvious that there are very changes in internal force. For a while, the mountains shook, and the echoes of the four fields and the sound of miserable screams were constantly heard.

Although these are their own perdition, but he killed them directly, Xiao Yi thought of his own recent change in temperament, he unconsciously stretched out his two hands, he couldn't believe that his hands were stained with blood, because he always had absolute confidence in himself, he was the mainstay in the troubled times, and he was a chivalrous man who wanted to fight the artifact, the demons, and the Jing Huanyu.

Two teardrops, flowing down his cheeks, he, at last, cried. Crying is not a weak person, he wants to use crying to vent his depression, and he also wants to spit out his feelings by crying.

But he didn't want to cry loudly, because that would be too faceless, Xiao Yi silently shed two lines of tears, and at the same time, the figures of Xin Chou and Zi Ke and the two daughters appeared in his mind.

He patted the top of his head and scolded, "Damn! Xin Chou and Zi Ke and the two daughters are afraid that they may not be so safe in Yanlong King City, why have I kept ignoring them." Besides, there are a lot of people in Yipintang in the royal capital, although the martial arts of Xinchou are good, but where can they withstand the attack of everyone, if the two daughters are really good, how can I be worthy of their trust?"

At this time, in his memories of the past, although during this time, the old nest that looked like a Yipintang inn was burned down, and the stone mortar paste was also destroyed, and he also ran to several cities, but he did not hear the news of Liu Mengru.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yi didn't even look back, he left and went very fast, not knowing where he was going.

At this time, several figures appeared in the col, a fat monk, sitting in a wheelchair, holding two iron crutches in his hands, the other side of which was convenient for shoveling, was no longer in his hands. He is the iron monk of Yipintang's yellow-character rudder and helm.

They were all injured by Xiao Yi, but they didn't know why they all threw themselves on this Yunmeng Mountain. No wonder when Xiao Yi was listening to Taolou, someone left a message to lure him here, and it turned out that he had other plans.

They looked at each other, as if they were disappointed by the failure of their treacherous plan. The woman was also angry, and smiled coldly: "You just have to recuperate in peace, I have my own clever plan to catch that little thief, if it weren't for Qu Wanting's little slut today, where would he be allowed to leave alive."

When the iron monk heard this, he also smiled sadly: "Girl, we are grateful, but you, Yunmeng Mountain, have brought disaster because of us. ”

The woman pursed her mouth and cast another wink: "Come on! Don't come to this set, we are not outsiders." ”

As she spoke, the wheelchair squeaked with a wave of her palm, and she herself followed towards the mountain.

In the distance, the little white shadow, after seeing Xiao Yi go, saw this scene clearly, she didn't quite understand whether Yunmenghu had something to do with Yipintang, and she didn't have time to listen, because she was going to chase Xiao Yi, so she also shook away.

Let's talk about Xiao Yi, since leaving Yunmeng Mountain, he suddenly slowed down, he was in a very heavy mood at this time, and he was very powerless.

It was getting dark again, and he looked out at the distant mountains, which were shrouded in the night. The universe has become one, and the distance between heaven and earth seems to have narrowed.

He couldn't help but let out a long breath, and what lay before him was as vast as his own future. Ren is his ambition to swallow mountains and rivers, and he is arrogant, and at this time, he also feels that he is in a state of panic and misdirection, and he doesn't know why.

Just when he lost his mind slightly, he heard a burst of singing, faintly heard. When Xiao Yi heard this, he couldn't help but feel a lot more heroic, and a sweet smile appeared on Jun's face.

I secretly thought in my heart: "This person is so comfortable. I have to talk to him. Just as his mind was turning, the man's singing began again, and he was about to move forward, but he stopped.

The aftermath that vibrates in the sky is inexhaustible.

"When the red sun is in the sky, hug the pillow and lie high, regardless of the east wind. The golden furnace is full of cigarettes, and the colorful clouds are envious ......"

This song has become a low and sad tone, as if it is an extraordinary life experience, Xiao Yat can't help but feel sympathy, because there is a lot of bitterness hidden in the lyrics.

He longed to get acquainted with this fallen man, and the song began again, but this time it changed its tune, and the whole earth fell into a dull, suffocating feeling with his singing.

Xiao Yat was also naturally infected, and even his eyes were moistened. Fortunately, he has profound skills and excellent qualifications, and he does not cause confusion and chaos. Finally, he exhaled softly, busily self-vigilant, and let out another loud roar, which shocked all four wilds, and the echoes were inexhaustible.

The followers also pulled up their feet high, raised their arms and legs, that is, they went away in the air. But when he ran to a forest a few miles away, there was the shadow of a singer. Lying in the forest were just a few people who were dying.

Xiao Yi's hairs stood on end, although he felt that in this forest, there was a lot of air conditioning and ghosts, but in order to save people's lives, he was busy taking out a bone pill in his arms, which was divided into two, one in each person's mouth, and he himself was watching the changes.

Suddenly, this singing sounded again, Xiao Yi's heart moved, and he secretly said: "It turns out that this person is not a hermit, nor is he a down-and-out person, but with his powerful true internal force, he sings and uses it as a tool for killing." ”

Thinking of these people, they were all shocked to death by their internal strength, of course, this person's martial arts have reached the realm of transcendent mortal saints, but I don't know why he is so cynical.

Without waiting for the two of them to wake up, they shook off and said to themselves: "I must try your true yuan internal strength, and I also want to ask why you are so poisonous." ”

But when he arrived at the foot of the mountain more than ten miles away, he couldn't help but be stunned next to a ruined earth temple, he was a step too late after all.

A man and woman in their thirties here have died. Although they still have a slight heat on their bodies, they have no way to recover.

Xiao Yi paused hatefully and said: "These things are all deliberately against me, first a series of people died under the purple poison mark, and now four or five people have died here in a row. If you don't find out the whereabouts of this person, I don't know how many people will die at the hands of these people, and I, a person who takes the revival of martial arts as my own responsibility, will I still have the face to meet the heroes of the world?"

He listened attentively, and his body rose again, but the four fields were already night, and the night wind blew, and there was a chill, and he was at a loss.

He hated the root again, which has become his habit of being extremely angry recently, and when he can't find someone to vent, he always vents his revenge with a pause.

He wasn't tired, he just felt like he had a heavy piece of lead on his chest. He wanted to yell at it, but he wanted to find the real culprits who treated human life as a mustard, and then beat them up to vent the anger in his chest.

But it's all just a thought, and it's gone by in a flash.