Meng'er knows that he has his own extraordinary, but this cliff is difficult to climb even if it is in the middle of the cave, let alone a young man who has just entered the cave and the bottom of the mountain?

Feng Xiaohan rolled up his sleeves, tucked the hem of his robe like a belt, and was about to climb the mountain.

Meng'er thought to herself that since he had faith, it shouldn't be a problem.

Feng Xiaohan stretched out his hand and grabbed a rock, his arm was forceful, and the whole person stood up, grabbed the raised stone above to borrow force, and so on, climbing up the rock as easily as an ape.

Meng'er raised her eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

I didn't expect that in the Central Plains and other splendid places, the disciples who practiced in the sect could have such a smart and delicate body.

No, that's not the way to do it!

Meng'er's face changed slightly, and he said in his heart that he didn't use his vitality, this was pure physical instinct.

What kind of person has such an instinct?

In the spring of the Savage Domain, he was able to fight and kill ape-like demon beasts, and this kind of maneuvering technique was even better than that of monkeys.

Meng'er's dress was slightly swinging, her toes were gentle, and her body was like a green leaf blown into the air by the breeze.

A moment later, the two came to the edge of the cliff.

The so-called ascending heights and looking into the distance, the white grassland in the distance meets the gray sky, and you can vaguely see a few black dots moving slowly there, I don't know whether it is a lone wolf who has been driven out of the group, or a lone takin.

Feng Xiaohan thought to himself, if this was a vibrant green mountain, then this scenery would be much better.

What appeared in front of the two of them was a mess of rocks.

It's more like a stone forest than a group of stones.

The lonely peak is protruding, and the strange rocks are craggy.

Those rocks several people tall have stood in the grassland for an unknown number of years, and the surface of the stone wall has become extremely smooth.

Feng Xiaohan looked at these boulders and was silent for a long time.

The wind rose and passed through the stones, but it did not weaken by half a point, but made a sound like the wind entering the hollow, which is a spectacle.

The rocks are chaotic and irregular, like a labyrinth.

It's easy to get lost if you rush in.

Meng'er is also very distressed, she was still very young when she came last time, where was the other party under the stone?

Feng Xiaohan asked, "Can you remember the approximate location?"

Meng'er smiled bitterly: "I'll do my best." ”

The snow in the Middle Boundary Mountain is very small, which can be described as light snow, but the cold wind on the cliffside is even colder, and a layer of hoarfrost hangs on the boulders.

"The aura here is stronger, and it seems to come from the stones. ”

Feng Xiaohan looked at her and said, "It's weird here, be careful." ”

According to Meng'er's description, that person should not be obsessed with his own door - in fact, he really didn't bother to do it.

Then it is very likely that it was formed naturally.

It is rare to see a natural formation between heaven and earth, but it is not unusual, and the cloud valley of Langya Peak is an example.

For some reason, Feng Xiaohan felt that there seemed to be something hidden in the deepest part of those stone groups.

Something that makes people uncomfortable.

Meng'er also noticed it and said, "Maybe it's because of this that the Middle Realm Mountain has the power to erode the Dao heart, so that there is no spiritual energy, but there are no cultivators practicing here. ”

Feng Xiaohan said: "The people of the Demon Gate don't care about this. ”

The devil's door cultivates the self,

Evil is me,

Goodness is also me.

The heart of the Dao is corroded, magnifying some of the darkness hidden in the deepest depths, causing madness and murder or me.

So in such an environment, it only makes them stronger.

Meng'er said: "But they are all in the territory of the Tang Dynasty, or in the cold mountains, and there is no such thing on the grassland. ”

Feng Xiaohan thought to himself that among these demons, there was no one who was reborn in the ruins.

The two of them closed their eyes and calmed down, holding their minds, and then opened their eyes at the same time.

The eyes of the two became calmer, the sea was clear, and the Dao heart was extremely strong.

Feng Xiaohan said, "Let's go." ”

Meng'er asked, "How to go?"

Feng Xiaohan didn't answer because his solution was too crazy.

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A line of dust leaned against the stone wall, drooping his eyelids, looking a little sleepy.

He didn't want to pay attention to the request of that old thing from the elder Mingzong, even if he accepted the pill. And he was afraid that Meng'er would take some interest in his beard again, as he had done a few years ago.

Wan Yetian's vigorous skills made him a little amazed, and he thought that the ape method left by the master was like this.

A line of dust is not a red dust person, ignoring human affairs.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to appreciate.

Excellent young people are the favorite of all the older generation, and even he occasionally has the idea of "cherishing talents".

But today he had just finished three years of meditation, relaxed and resting, just as he had been lying in bed with tiredness and trying to sleep.

People are the laziest at this time, and even if they turn over, they will feel that they are wasting their strength and cannot raise any interest.

So he didn't want to pay attention to them, or didn't bother to tell them where he was.

"Who can blame you for coming and not finding me? ”

A line of dust said: "Do you want me to go out and shout?"

Meng'er had obviously forgotten the road he had come to back then, and he was very much like seeing how the two of them planned to find themselves, all as an aftershow during the break.

Feng Xiaohan had a problem with his body, and he knew it by looking at it with his divine sense, and according to his inference, this young man would not live for more than two years.

Two years is really too short for a practitioner's long lifespan, and it can be described as a flick of a finger.

It is not easy for him to be so young, but he has the cultivation of the cave and the secluded grade.

Yichen's heart softened a little, but he was still too lazy to move, and after thinking about it, he said: "If this little doll can find me, I will do my best to show him." ”

The silver flower next to the futon exploded a handful of sparks, leaving a shallow trail and adding a faint light to the cave.

The fire shone on his face, and his clear face was full of pleasant looks, and he could only be idle once in three years, of course, he had to enjoy it.

But the next moment, his expression changed slightly, and then turned to shock.

"This stinky boy...... How could such a thing happen to him?"

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Feng Xiaohan was born with divine power, and there were many demon beasts in the Savage Domain who were killed by him, and that night when he practiced for the first time in the fire stove room of Zizhu Courtyard, he even broke through the ninefold forging body and went straight into the spiritual realm, and even the power of the two fingers that Guo Mingzhe casually applied could shake it in the slightest.

Due to the mysterious power in the underworld, the stones of the Middle Boundary Mountain are harder than other places, and these boulders are naturally heavier.

Coupled with the natural formation here, these stones seem to be independent and ordinary, but in fact they are connected to each other, as if they are pulled by the power of the Dao, so that they remain in their original position.

Even if for some reason it moves, the force will slowly pull it back to its original position.

There are a variety of reasons for the incomparably heavy weight of these stones.

Feng Xiaohan let out a long breath, opened his arms, hugged the boulder, and then burst out.

In the crushing sound of a hard object being crushed and the dust being kicked up, his arms were embedded in the stone, cracks like cobwebs appeared on the boulder, and the hoarfrost turned into the tiniest powder......

"Up!"

In Meng'er's stunned gaze, the boulder was lifted and soon lowered again.

Feng Xiaohan patted the dust on his hands and said, "It's not this." ”

Then walk to the next boulder.

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