The swordsman cleared his throat before he continued, "Then big brother, is the Incarnation Temple still far from here?"

The farmer's eldest brother and sister-in-law glanced at each other, and said with a smile: "Seeing you like this, do you want to go? It just so happens that the Huasheng Temple is just east of our village entrance, and if you walk, it will take about an hour or two." ”

The farmer's words confirmed the suspicions of the swordsman and the others, there may be more than one bottomless pit entrance, and each hole may connect to a different realm.

It's just that there is one more point, which has not yet been figured out, why did the cave disappear for no reason?

"Alright, it's late at night, you guys have a good night's rest!" the couple went out and closed the door.

The farmer depends on the sky for food, and the thatched hut is naturally not big, so many people in one room is already the limit. Everyone huddled together, next to each other.

The night was like water in all directions, and the bone elf remembered what had happened in the past few days, as the big stone in her heart finally landed, and she soon fell asleep.

The white mist filled the river, and the bone elf looked around, she was obviously sleeping in the farmer's house, why did she suddenly come here?

"Anyone?" the bone elf looked as he walked, but his right foot was tangled in something unknown.

The misty white mist obscured her vision, making it difficult for her to see what was going on under her feet, so she could only pull her right leg out with the strength of her left leg.

"Hiss..... "It feels slimy, full of trouser legs, what kind of mud or something.

The ghost fire gathered in the hands of the bone elves, and the faint blue light dispelled them as soon as it touched those ethereal mist.

"Oops, it's a swamp. A cold sweat broke out on the bone elf's back. But when I looked down, my clothes seemed to be all on my back.

Swamps are such things, once the mud feet are deep, the more you struggle, the faster you will sink. Even if a person has a thousand pounds, in this case, it is useless.

"Help, help!" the bone elf put his hands to his lips, hoping that someone passing by would hear him.

The same critical moment also appeared in Xiaoyaosheng. He remembered very clearly, it was just a kung fu with his eyes closed, and how the bed under him turned into a tiger with a bloody mouth wide open.

He quickly rolled over, but met the hungry tiger's eyes. "Roar", the tiger let out a roar characteristic of a beast, and the four claws could not wait to spread.

Xiaoyaosheng hurriedly bent down, and the tiger that jumped out of thin air pounced, naturally unwilling. It let out a roar of impatience and bared its teeth, as if it wanted to tear the person in front of it to shreds with its sharp claws.

"Steady, steady. "Xiaoyaosheng retreated again and again, good luck like just now is not always there, he can dodge once, twice, but it does not mean that he can dodge every time.

The tiger went crazy and rubbed its claws on the ground, so that the strength and speed of the pounce would be greatly improved.

An open claw was reflected in Xiaoyaosheng's pupils, and he took off the Lihate Lianhua fan hanging from his waist in time, which blocked the claw.

"Roar!" The moment the tiger's claws collided with the Lotus Fan, sparks flew everywhere. It became more and more unwilling, and tried to press its whole body down.

Of course, the overwhelmed Xiaoyaosheng landed on his back first, and the whole person had no room to resist, so he could only rely on a treasure fan to separate the vast majority of his body from the sharp claws.

He had tried to invoke the spiritual power in his body, and the miraculous thing was that no matter how much he held his breath today, it seemed that his body did not react at all.

The tiger slowly lowered its head, revealing a mouthful of snow-white but bloodshot fangs. Xiao Yaosheng shouted in his heart, how could he forget that a fierce beast like a tiger not only has sharp claws, but also fangs!

Xiaoyaosheng can be regarded as practicing martial arts since he was a child, even if he has no spiritual power to use, he still has fists and feet. Besides, if he really fights, he is not bare-handed.

The power of the Lihate Lianhua Fan should not be underestimated, this fan is slashed and face-covered, even if it does not die, it will be fanned into a cripple.

"Amitabha!" Xiaoyaosheng frowned, how can this be good. He had never forgotten the teachings of the Incarnation Temple, and he couldn't hurt it, but it was not a way to continue like this.

The swordsman and the others are all in danger. The wolf is facing the danger of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, but there are only three cloud-piercing arrows in his hand for some reason. Blocking thousands of arrows with three, "What a test of my skills!" the corners of his mouth hooked contemptuously.

Wu Man'er returned to the Divine Wood Forest, where there was her beloved patriarch and her playmate from childhood to adulthood, Xiaolu Ling'er. However, what made her even more troublesome was that someone with a long knife and a long sword was trying to pierce their chests from behind.

The swordsman is in the sea of fire, the fox beauty, the flying swallow girl stands on the cliff, one step back, it is the abyss, and one step forward, it is the sword array of cold light.

The Dragon Prince dreamed back to his childhood, and his brother, who was also the son of the Dragon King of the East China Sea, suffered on his behalf, because he broke his father's favorite pearl of the night.

"Isn't it very authentic for us to do this, old woman?" the farmer secretly looked through the crack in the door, and felt quite guilty when he asked him this.

Seeing that all the people of the Mandate of Heaven were deeply trapped in the nightmare, he turned around and whispered to the peasant woman, and the topics he said were naturally all about the people of the Mandate of Heaven.

The peasant woman gave him a blank look, as if to say, look at your cowardly, can't get on the stage, "Let's do this for their good, don't get in the way here." After saying that, he hated him for not being angry, and squeezed the farmer's arm hard, and then turned around with satisfaction, and no longer peeped at the swordsman.

"Okay, okay, whatever you say is what you say. The farmer hurriedly followed behind her buttocks, lifted the curtain, and the two of them went into another room opposite the room where the swordsman and the others lived.

Everyone has different crises, but there is one thing that they all tacitly realize is that there is definitely a problem here. The mastermind behind the scenes is none other than the seemingly warm-hearted, simple and honest couple.

"Phew", the swordsman smacked fiercely, he didn't care whether he was in the sea of fire or not, the fire in his heart was vented first.

The endurance of the human body is limited, and the scorching flames outside, coupled with the explosion of anger in the heart, it is not surprising that the swordsman is not burned on the outside and tender on the inside.

The fire spread quickly, and the swordsman was in it, his chest constantly rising and falling violently, and even the air for him to breathe was deprived of most of the air by the fire.

No matter what, he could only try to rush out first, the swordsman rolled up his sleeves, stood with his feet apart, and saw the right time, intending to rush out of the sea of fire.

The farmer's closed eyes seemed to have a sense, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled: "So soon, someone is going to resist?" Very good, the strength of the person of destiny should not be only so little.