A very thick iron gate blocked the only way forward. The spirit of the Wind swept through the gap without any hindrance, and then revealed its original form and faced them across the fence.

There was a lock on the door, and Tu Fangyanhui cut it with a sword for a long time, but the lock was not of ordinary material, and it didn't move at all. Tu Fang Yanhui was restless in his heart, and couldn't help but fly up with two feet and kick on the iron door. Seeing that the master was like this, the huge body also slammed into the iron door, and the loud bang made Qing Huan feel painful when he watched it.

However, this man and beast tossed for a long time, and the gate was still very firm and strong, and there was no intention of being torn down. Qing Huan was a little worried that this stone wall would be collapsed by them.

Bright snow shone out of her head.

Qing Huan didn't know where this light came from at first, but when Xue Jingxi reminded her that it was the hairpin on her head that could be turned into a long sword, she instantly felt that her whole person was like a candlestick, and she smiled in her heart and took off the hairpin. Fang held it firmly in his hand, and before his mind moved, the hairpin grew into a long sword on its own.

Qing Huan looked at it, hesitated slightly, and the snow light on the sword flashed twice, revealing the sword body and shining brightly, even more crystal like a dream.

Tu Fang Yanhui and Ji Feng had already stopped their movements and looked at the snow weaving in her hands together.

Zhixue volunteered, but Qinghuan hesitated slightly. The body of the sword is like ice and snow, and I am really afraid that it will be broken. But there is no other way at the moment, and if it is really broken, it can only mean that Xue gave her a defective product, which is just to be tested.

Thinking of this, Qing Huan's hand was slightly forced, and he clenched the weaving snow and slashed down the chain.

There is no imaginary sound of gold and iron clashing.

There was only a "snap" sound, the sound of chains breaking and falling to the ground.

Really sharpen iron like clay.

Qing Huan looked at Zhixue, and his eyes were filled with joy. The light on the Weaving Snow Sword flashed twice, turning back into a hairpin in her palm.

Tu Fangyan muttered and complained: "You have this artifact, why didn't you take it out earlier, it was in vain that I and the wind worked so hard for half a day." ”

Qing Huan was really embarrassed, and said, "I just got it a short time ago, and I didn't know it was so easy to use......"

"Nothing." Xue Jingxi said, "Now that the door has been opened, let's move on." So saying, he stepped through the door.

Tu Fang Yanhui followed with a strong wind.

Qing Huan wanted to suggest that he had better wipe his face first, but after thinking about it, he still held back.

I don't know how long I walked, but a staircase stretched upwards in front of me. This time, at the end of the stairs was a wooden door, which was still locked.

Tu Fang Yanhui flew up again, and in an instant, the wooden door shattered, and wood chips flew everywhere.

Three men and one beast went out through the door, and the air suddenly became cold. The road was cut off, and only a narrow road like a bottleneck stretched upwards.

The mouth of the bottle is the night sky where a few stars have fallen.

The three of them were stunned, where did this come from? Could it be that the demon trace that Tu Fang Yanhui found before was the little black cat that did not enter the stream? But how could such a tiny monster be able to capture Ning Hao?

Qing Huan stepped on the rock wall first, lifted his breath and swept towards the exit above. When the whole body comes out, I can't help but take a gentle breath.

In front of her was a remote village among the mountain passes.

Tu Fangyanhui and Xue Jingxi came out from behind her one after another, and the two of them were also slightly stunned, and the wind had returned to Tu Fangyanhui's body. Xue Jingxi was about to speak, but was stopped by Qing Huan first.

"Shhhh......h......h

The wind blows, bringing a whisper in the night.

But what was mixed in the wind was not whispering. It loomed like a whimper, and it was like a noisy sound, but it was extremely chaotic. The three of them followed the sound, and the sound became clearer and clearer, but the surrounding houses were all black-lit and blind, as if no one lived in them.

There was a firelight in front of them, and the three of them dodged into the darkness behind the room, only to poke their heads out one after another to look.

In the open space in the village, there were no less than 100 people gathered in the middle of the night, and more than a dozen village sweaters held torches in their hands, and they couldn't see the movements and expressions of the remaining people, but the extremely suppressed crying was heard intermittently from the crowd.

"Don't cry anymore!" The hunched white-haired old man leaned heavily on the crutches in his hand, "Being able to serve Luoshen and protect the safety of this village is the blessing of our Danshang Village!" Roselle is generous, not with your general knowledge. But if you cry and cry like this again, you will anger her old man, and you will condemn me......"

When Qing Huan heard this, he felt as if he had been beaten head-on.

But I heard a village woman crying: "Jiang Laoguan, of course you say so, you don't have a daughter at home." Pity my three daughters, I have already sent two out, how can I live......"

As she said this, the crowd began to cry even more.

Jiang Laoguan's back seemed to be a little hunched, and the look on his face became more and more unsightly. The crutches knocked for a long time, and finally came up with a wording, "The two girls of your family, serving by Luoshen's side, must be more productive than staying by your side, you will be more relaxed, and your children and grandchildren will have their own children and grandchildren......"

"Phew." "Who knows what happened to them after they were sent to the cave, maybe, maybe they have ......?"

For a moment, the crying was louder.

"Hey, don't cry, don't cry, let's start the lottery directly, whoever draws is who's house, send the girl to Luo Shen before dawn, and her old man will be angry when the time comes, and then all the people in the village will not be able to eat and walk around." Jiang Laoguan was a little irritated and knocked on the crutches again.

The villagers were crying and crying, but they were helpless, so they went to the village man next to Jiang Laoguan one after another and took the bamboo sticks. Those who smoke blackheads breathe a sigh of relief for the time being, but there is no joy on their faces. If you draw a red head...... Jiang Laoguan said that there was a happy coming, but everyone knew that this so-called happy coming door was the real catastrophe, and it was a blood mold.

Jiang Laoguan took the cigarette pipe on the side, took a puff, and was about to sigh, but saw a pretty little girl, running towards them with a worried face. (To be continued.) )

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(Tianjin)