Cangming Mountain is a beautiful mountain and river, even if there is no ancient temple and immortal pavilion, these green pine flowers and plants alone are enough to intoxicate people's hearts, but how can Lang Li have the heart to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Cangming Mountain at this time, and his heart is all hung on Ruyan's body. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. A short cross is enough to sum up the Cangming Mountain in front of you. Everything is silent, only the birds are whispering, and there is no sign of people, where to find the Fire Sect.

"Brother Lang, we have searched Cangming Mountain several times, but we are the only ones who don't see the Flame Sect, how can this be good."

Qi Qinghan followed, almost at the same time as Lang Li, and Lu Zixiao was panting on the side, and he didn't have much strength to speak.

Lang Li's brows were tightened, Nuo Da Cangming Mountain couldn't find the entrance of the Agni Sect at all, and if he delayed for a while, there would be more danger if it was like smoke, how could he not understand this truth, but it was just a mountain in front of him, where did the Agni Sect come from.

"Could it be that the Flame Sect is not in Cangming Mountain at all?" Lu Zixiao finally relieved herself.

"No, the note is clear, Cangming Shanxiu, it can only be here."

After Lang Li finished speaking, several people fell silent, and at this moment, there was a faint sound of flowing water, and the sound of rushing water seemed to be not far away.

"Listen, is there a sound of running water?"

Qi Qinghan and Lu Zixiao nodded, and the three of them followed the sound, on the other side of Cangming Mountain, spring water flowed down the steep cliff, the cliff was steep, and the spring water flowed down the river and flowed into the deep pool at the bottom of the valley.

It was past noon, and Lang Li and they could only face the flowing water at a loss. The early autumn Yangguan is poisonous and dazzling, the people in the sun are restless, the autumn wind blows the rustle of the woods, and in the woods, there is a faint roar like a monster.

"Lang... Lang Oak, there will be no monsters on the mountain! ”

Lu Zixiao said in horror, as if Lang Li hadn't heard it, and looked at the flowing water blankly.

The roar was getting closer and closer, and with the roar, gusts of cold wind blew, like a cold wind in the ice, cold and biting.

Qi Qinghan and Lu Zixiao got up and looked around, but they didn't see anything unusual, but why did they keep roaring and the wind kept coming.

"I think the sound is coming from there." Lang Li pointed to the spring water flowing down and said in a voice.

"You said the waterfall would make a sound, no." Lu Zixiao was a little unconvinced. Lang Li didn't say much, and slowly approached the waterfall, followed by Qi Qinghan, followed by Lu Zixiao.

The closer you get to the waterfall, the fog becomes, and when you reach the bottom of the waterfall, the cold wind blows and you can't open your eyes.

When we came to the foot of the waterfall, the water was pouring like a downpour, and the sound of the water was almost inaudible.

Looking up, there is a wide hole in the middle part of the cliff behind the waterfall, about half the size of a house, down the hole, it seems that there are people digging a ladder directly to the hole, several people look at each other and smile, Lang Oak is the first to jump up, grab the handle of the stone pier, use both hands and feet, like an ape, a few steps to the entrance of the hole.

The dark cave could not see the inside clearly, and then there were some murals and totems carved on the sunny stone wall outside the cave, and each painting showed a person dressed in a flame cloak and shaped like a demon, presumably this is the fire god believed in by the Fire Cult.

Go further in, there are candles on both sides of the stone wall, the dim light can not see too far, the shadows of the three people are pulled by the candle flame for a long time, the water dripping from the top of the cave corridor is ticking and ticking, there are only three people in the big hole, the candle flame and the water droplets, the roaring mountain wind, it looks extremely terrifying.

The three of them walked forward cautiously, not knowing which step would fall into the abyss, Lu Zixiao hunched her waist and cautiously followed behind Lang Li, looking back behind her from time to time.

"This is where the Cult of Fire is?"

Lu Zixiao said softly, her voice was very low, and there was even an echo.

Lang Li and Qi Qinghan did not answer, and still walked cautiously.

After about a pillar of incense, the cave suddenly became open and the sight became brighter. In front of them was a circular open field, but at the same time in front of them were three caves leading in different directions.

The three of them were a little dazed, not knowing which way to take the right way, and at this moment, there were bursts of footsteps from the silent cave, and the steps were neat, from far to near, that is, in the blink of an eye, a group of people ran out of the cave, and the wide circular open space suddenly became extremely narrow.

The leader was also a woman who looked like a messenger of the Holy Spirit, but it was certain that it was not the messenger of the Holy Spirit yesterday.

"Who is coming, dare to trespass on the Holy Land of Fire!"

The messenger flashed the scimitar in his hand, his eyes were cold, and his voice was even colder.

"Captured my friend, and you don't know who I am?" Lang Li's rare anger, exuding a compelling domineering aura all over his body.

"In this case, the sect leader has an order, if you can pass the three levels, you will naturally see your friends."

"Which three levels?"

"We are the first level, the ghost gate!"

Saying that, the Holy Spirit Messenger didn't give people a chance to breathe, and rushed towards Lang Li with a knife, and the disciples behind him were like a flood that burst the embankment, showing murderous intent in their eyes, and pounced on Lang Li and the three of them.

He had long known that nothing good would happen when he came to Cangming Mountain, so in the face of these Fire Cultists, Lang Li did not feel strange.

In the crowd, the three of Lang Li dodged left and right, the wooden sword flashed with brilliant brilliance, several disciples had fallen under Lang Li's wooden sword, Qi Qinghan held the ghost sword, and performed Wushan's unique Wushan swordsmanship, the sword light flashed, and no one survived.

Lu Zixiao is not a problem to deal with these disciples, although his kung fu is not as good as Lang Li and Qi Qinghan, but it is enough to protect himself.

The Holy Spirit Emissary's strange sword technique is really powerful, plus there are so many disciples, no matter how powerful Lang Li is, he can't solve so many people at once.

With the Holy Spirit Messenger knife going off the rails, he made a false move, dodged sideways, and instantly came to Lu Zixiao's approach, the scimitar flashed with a blue faint light, and swept coldly towards Lu Zixiao's waist.

Lu Zixiao didn't know where he still cared about protecting his waist, completely focused on his own battle, and it was too late for Lang Li to react, seeing that Lu Zixiao was going to die here. Qi Qinghan also noticed this, he used all his strength to open the way with his sword, the sword Miao swept over, reluctantly opened a path in the crowd, came to Lu Zixiao as fast as he could, and grabbed him, but it was still slow.

With a pop, the scimitar opened a big hole in Lu Zixiao's waist, and blood suddenly flowed out, Lu Zixiao didn't react for the first time, only felt a cold in his waist, and then the severe pain made him can't help but scream.

When the angel of the Holy Spirit saw that he had succeeded, he ordered the followers to withdraw to the outskirts of the circle and surrounded them at a distance.

Although he didn't understand why this was the case, Lang Li couldn't think so much, and walked a few steps to Lu Zixiao, tore off his clothes and examined the wound. Fortunately, the wound is not very deep, if it is a little inside, it is estimated that Lu Zixiao's internal organs will flow out.

After looking at the wound, Lang Li and Qi Qinghan relaxed slightly, but before they could catch their breath, a few more things like dragon heads suddenly appeared on the walls on both sides of the circular clearing.

For some reason, Lang Li had a bad premonition in his heart, and at this time, the dragon head opened his mouth, and a crossbow arrow shot at Lang Li and a few people like raindrops.

Lu Zixiao was already sitting on the ground and couldn't move, only Lang Li and Qi Qinghan waved the swords in their hands to resist the crossbow arrows that were shot down.

Because there are too many of them, it is not at all that the two of them can resist with two swords.

In desperation, he had no choice but to block the corpse of the Fire Cultist on the ground, and in just an instant, the corpse was shot into a sieve.

Looking at the embarrassed appearance of Lang Li and the others, the Holy Spirit Messenger let out a monster-like laugh.

"Brother Lang, this is not a way, we have to find a way."

"This should be the organ of the Flame Cult, and if it is the organ, there will be a way to eliminate the organ, and I think only the Holy Spirit Messenger here knows where the mechanism is."

"Brother Qinghan, you resist here to protect Zixiao, and I'll go and arrest the Holy Spirit Messenger."

Qi Qinghan nodded, Lang Li stood up, and just as he was about to move forward, he felt that the whole ground was shaking, and Lang Li couldn't move, and there was a sound of boulders rolling around.

Slowly, I only felt that the circular open space was getting smaller and smaller, and the walls on both sides were facing each other, and the two walls were merged, and the Lang Oak and they would be sandwiched into a meat patty.

"Ignorant people, do you think I'm playing with you? Just enjoy it! ”

As he spoke, the Holy Spirit Messenger vanished into the black hole, and the Fire Cultists disappeared as well.

The walls are still moving, and the crossbow arrows are shooting, is it really going to kill you?

"Brother Lang, the only way to do this is to go into the cave, or we will all die here."

"But which of the three caves is the right path?"

"The one in the middle, I just saw that the Holy Spirit messenger seems to have disappeared into that hole, although I don't know if it's correct, but it's better than being caught here!"

The wall activity was so loud that Qi Qinghan almost shouted.

Lang Li didn't have time to think about it anymore, and even the hole would be blocked by the wall if he delayed it.

The two exchanged glances, Qi Qinghan picked up Lu Zixiao, Lang Li resisted the crossbow arrows that were shot down, and just like that, the two ran into the hole quickly, just as they came out, and the walls on both sides were also together.

Lu Zixiao covered the wound, blood kept flowing out, Lang Li untied his belt and applied some knife wound medicine to the wound, which slowly stopped the bleeding.

When the three of them calmed down, they found that their backs were already soaked with sweat.

"Zixiao, do you feel better?"

"Lang... Lang Li, I'll tell you the truth, it's the first time I've been so seriously injured when I've grown so big, so good... It hurts. ”

Due to excessive blood loss, Lu Zixiao's lips looked pale and dry, fortunately, it was only skin trauma, of course, for people with strength like Lang Li and Qi Qinghan, it was all skin trauma, Lu Zixiao did not have such good internal strength as them, but even if the pain was severe, he gritted his teeth and persevered.

"We've passed the hell gate, haven't we?" Lu Zixiao's face was calm, and she looked extremely painful.

"Sort of, I don't know what other demons and monsters are waiting for us ahead, damn the Flame Cult."

Lang Li said, slamming his hand on the wall.