The dawn of dawn shines silently through the dark and heavy clouds, silently shining into the Mosha Lake, and polishing the devastated stone platform between the stone cliffs.

Last night's wind and rocks had left a lot of devastation, and the criss-crossing cracks, like spider webs, spread across the iron-blue stone face.

Yan Lingyun squeaked, opened his eyes, sat up straight, his somewhat stiff body was sitting, and he twisted his muscles and bones.

When his eyes turned around, he saw Ji Changqing and the others huddled together, still sleeping soundly, Ji Wushuang and Ji Yuhan were hugging each other and sleeping, on the other hand, Ji Lao, lying quietly inside, but he couldn't distinguish the state.

He stood up silently, thinking about going out to find something to eat, when he suddenly found a dead thing lying on the side, about the size of a foot, gray and wrinkled.

Yan Lingyun was slightly startled, stretched out his foot, and turned it over, seeing that the skin under his abdomen was loose and crimson, and the folds were thick, but there was a pair of sharp claws, which were triflated, black and shiny, sharp and curved, which was daunting.

What's especially terrifying is that this thing also bursts out with a pair of fangs that are sharper than sharp claws, three inches long, obliquely tucked towards the thick side of the neck, if something is bitten by it, I am afraid that it will not die or be crippled!

The more Yan Lingyun looked at it, the more frightened he became, seeing that there were traces of convergence on both sides of his body, he tried to pull up a little skin membrane on the outside, but he unfolded a thin flesh wing that was a meter long, and in addition to the slender bone shaft on the meat wing, it was a nearly transparent flesh membrane.

"What kind of beast is this?" Yan Lingyun muttered in a low voice, thinking hard about everything recorded in the spirit beast spectrum in his mind, but he didn't have a clue. At the same time, he thought that last night, when the dry tornado hit the stone platform, strong winds and wild sand poured into it, and he was hit by something on his back, which must have been the thing.

This thing was obviously sucked by a dry tornado, but as for its provenance, it remains to be considered. With Yan Lingyun's knowledge, he couldn't make a clear judgment.

Seeing that the sky was gradually brightening, he put down the monster that had been dead for a long time, inscribed a line on the ground with his sword, and walked out of the stone platform and climbed the cliff.

After about a meal, Yan Lingyun crossed the stone cliff sideways, climbed to a mountain col, looked up at the sky, and saw that the thunderclouds were getting thicker and thicker, but there was no rain, so he picked up the slope and walked to the deep mountain outside.

After being reminded by Ji Lao, he used the method of shrinking bones to change his body shape slightly, became shorter and stronger, rubbed his hair with his hands, picked some blades of grass, squeezed out green juice, and painted his face to prevent him from bumping into people in the wilderness and causing trouble in the future.

It seems that because of the thunder falling from time to time in the sky, the birds and beasts in the deep mountains are hidden, and Yan Lingyun has walked through several mountain passes in a row, but still finds nothing. In desperation, a gray shadow suddenly rushed aside, bringing a whirlwind, scurrying towards a sloping valley, and disappeared in an instant.

Although it was a glimpse, Yan Lingyun still saw it clearly, it was a deep mountain antelope, a good product used to warm up in the cold season, cheered, and chased after him.

It was only when he turned the corner and took in the valley in front of him, which was only three hundred meters deep, that the shadow of the deep mountain antelope was gone.

Yan Lingyun let out a sigh of surprise, walked towards the valley, and after carefully searching both sides, he gradually walked into the depths.

But until I reached the end, I still didn't find it, and in front of me was a dead corner of a rock wall on three sides, and the right side was vertical like a knife, leaning on a big mountain, crawling with verdant long vines.

Yan Lingyun brushed the green vine without giving up, and unexpectedly discovered a dark cave. His heart suddenly dawned, and he realized that the antelope was hiding in the cave nine times out of ten, and with one step, he wanted to enter the cave, but he was only halfway through it, and then he took it back.

He stood outside the same acupoint, holding the green vine in his hand, as if holding a curtain, motionless. I only heard that in the cave, the antelope was broken and crumbled, kicking restlessly, and it had the appearance of a wolf and a tiger.

Yan Lingyun stood still for a moment, slowly put down the green vine in his hand, turned around and walked out of the valley. After half a pillar of incense, he reappeared at the mouth of the valley, and looked at the valley, but the antelope never came out.

"Has it become someone else's belly?" Yan Lingyun muttered, his face solemn.

At the mouth of the cavern, he felt a bonfire burning inside, but he could not see the light of the fire, and at the same time a vague danger floated silently.

There were people in the cave, either people of the same rank who could pose a threat to him, or monks who were high up.

He stayed at the mouth of the valley and got the answer, apparently the former.

Yan Lingyun frowned, turned around and left the place.

This trip to Mosha Lake seems to be full of dangers!

The sky was already bright, but it was a little gray through the clouds. A chain of lightning suddenly crossed the low-hanging clouds, and then a thunderclap fell, and a thunderclap thunderclap thundered loudly, and a mountainside was instantly swept away by rolling stones, and lightning danced wildly.

Yan Lingyun at the foot of the mountain swooped and hid in a concave wall, avoiding the rolling stones and soil poured on his head, and broke out in a cold sweat.

After a while, the whole mountain forest came alive at once, the birds flapped their wings, and the beasts rushed away, all in panic.

Yan Lingyun walked out when he heard the voice, and the target that he couldn't find before was all over the mountains at the moment. In particular, a bush fell to both sides like a breaking wave, pointing obliquely to a mountain range, and at the "wave head", there was a whining burst, and when you heard it, you knew that it was a frightened huge porcupine.

Overjoyed, he pulled his legs and chased after him, and when he climbed the mountain, he was no more than two feet away from the porcupine running away.

Yan Lingyun swooped, grabbed the wide pig's back, stabbed obliquely, and suddenly pounced a figure, but it was copied in front of him and held it towards the porcupine.

Yan Lingyun was unexpected, and directly pounced on the man's back, and the man was not afraid of this, he screamed, and was crushed on the back of the porcupine, and the two of them suddenly rolled into a ball.

The porcupine hissed, and with a few slashes of its thick hind legs, it twisted to its feet and ran forward in a rampage.

Yan Lingyun finally saw a favorite target again, and he didn't care who was suddenly inserted into the bar, so he borrowed a force from that person, bounced up, and pounced on the porcupine.

Unexpectedly, the ankle suddenly tightened, and the person grabbed it with one hand, and twisted it violently, and the person involuntarily rolled out and fell to the ground.

The porcupine took advantage of this scene, crossed the mountains, and ran down into the dense forest, and went away in an instant.

Seeing that he couldn't catch up, Yan Lingyun turned over and stood up, looking at the person who had done bad things to him twice with an annoyed expression.

In front of him was also a teenager, the same height as his self after shrinking bones, wearing a dull power suit, and a belt was tied tightly around the waist, making some thin bodies look extraordinarily slender and elegant. What's even more interesting is his face, a healthy wheat color, which suddenly masculinizes his originally somewhat soft face shape and becomes angular, especially the eyes that look like drunken shrimp lying horizontally, obliquely into the sideburns, like a clear brush, making his whole person full of an indescribable spirituality.

Yan Lingyun was stunned for a moment, a little distracted.

The young man frowned, two cold lights gathered in his expressive eyes, and he said coldly: "Apologize!"

Yan Lingyun came back to his senses, and then felt blushing, he looked at a man by himself, and he was so forgetful!

At the same time, my heart was moved, the young man in front of me actually had a border barren accent, could it be the eight disciples mentioned by Ji Lao?

"Apologies!"

Just as he was thinking, the young man in front of him spoke coldly again in a neutral voice.

Yan Lingyun laughed angrily, but he didn't forget to suppress his vocal cords, and said slowly word by word: "You ruined my good deeds, and you want me to apologize to you, it should be the other way around."

The young man snorted coldly and said, "Things in the deep mountains and wild forests, before you catch them, you can catch them." Besides, you hit me, shouldn't you apologize? ”

Yan Lingyun froze for a moment, according to the young man's words, as if he had really become his own fault, knowing that he couldn't say clearly, he snorted angrily, turned around and left.