Although he said that, Cheng Qinghe knew that Xiaoliu didn't trust her a little more, it seems that he will take on such a task in the future, and he is afraid that it will not work with such a face. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Like many other places in the Extreme Truth Realm, the Yellow Injustice Realm is far from the world known to mortals, and when you stand on the mountain and look down, you can see a basin below, and you can faintly see the tent houses rescued by patches of grass and trees.

"My brother and I have been here a few times, but we haven't seen the natives here."

"You mean, they're missing?"

"It's possible that they moved away, it's not very suitable for mortals."

Although the natives here have lived in this kind of place for a long time, they are no longer truly mortal in theory.

Murong Yi handed her a rattan, and the rattan hung down to the bottom, and the three of them climbed down the rattan little by little after they were ready.

"We're just passing by, and crossing this basin and turning over a mountain is the habitat of spirit animals, try to save time." He said.

He was not very familiar with the Yellow Realm, and he had been to this place once or twice without encountering any danger, but this place always gave him an ominous premonition, and he tried to pass as quickly as possible so as not to get into unnecessary trouble.

His feet fell to the ground and kicked up a cloud of dust, Cheng Qinghe looked at the dust stuck to his shoes, and looked up at the sun in the sky with some confusion.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but she always feels that the temperature seems to be higher from the moment she comes down.

"Can you get to the bottom of the mountain in ten minutes?" Murong Yi looked into her eyes and said. According to ordinary people, it would take at least an hour to walk across here, but for Dao cultivators, the physique that has been transformed is much better.

"Yes, you guys are in front, and I'll follow." Cheng Qinghe replied.

"If you can't support it, just say it and ask my brother to carry you." Xiao Liu said with a grin.

Murong Yi glanced at her, turned to face the roof under the dirt slope, "Let's go!" Then he quickened his pace and swooped out.

"Keep up!" Xiao Liu winked at her, took her hand and quickly rushed out, the grass and wood houses crisscrossing her like a maze were very simple, with yellow earthen walls in some places, but they were empty.

The two quickly parted their hands and quickly followed behind Murong Yi through the low roof and path.

Murong Yi, who was worried about Cheng Qinghe's strength before, breathed a sigh of relief after taking a look back, the two were neck and neck, she was not lagging behind, obviously not as weak as he imagined.

It was dusty for a while, even if she couldn't use the spell, her speed was not slow, Cheng Qinghe ran and looked, and found that there were some dark black mottled marks scattered on some walls, she frowned, although she was a little puzzled, but she didn't take it to heart.

Halfway through the walk, he suddenly heard a short cry from behind him.

Cheng Qinghe paused, looked behind him, and almost turned around in the direction of Xiaoliu at the same time.

In the originally empty residential area with grass and mud walls, people suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Xiaoliu fell to the ground, surrounded by a crowd of people in straw skirts, and the rope on her feet pulled her off the ground as she was hit by the swinging stick and her face was bleeding.

It was a trap, and they placed the rope on top of the fence and waited for the monks to deliver it.

"Little Liu!" Cheng Qinghe jumped behind a native, stepped on his hind foot and neck, and while kneeling, he grabbed his wrist and snatched the long stick in his hand.

Without waiting for five or six tall and thin men with abnormally yellow skin to react, she grabbed the rod and swung it away, smashing the two of them backwards, and suddenly her face was red, and her nosebleeds flowed, and her strength was visible.

At the same time, Murong Yi also jumped down and solved the remaining three.

"Little Liu, are you okay?" Cheng Qinghe held the back of her head and touched her head, although the blood flowed, there was no obvious serious wound.

"I, I'm fine." Xiao Liu opened her eyes groggily, blood flowed into the corners of her eyes, she touched it, hissed in pain, and saw that she was empty, and Cheng Qinghe held her shoulders and lifted her up from the ground.

"We're going to get out of this place as soon as possible." Murong Yi looked at the people who were constantly coming out of his surroundings, and put Xiao Liu behind his back, "You cover me." ”

Cheng Qinghe nodded, waved his long stick and jumped onto the wall.

The inhabitants besieged them in harmony, but their language was so incomprehensible that ordinary people could not understand what they were saying.

"Watch the rope under your feet." Xiao Liu said in a daze, and I don't know if Cheng Qinghe, who was far away, heard it, but felt that his head was stuffy, hot and painful, and he was about to suffocate.

Cheng Qinghe followed Murong Yi closely, wielding a wooden stick to knock away the people on both sides who tried to pounce on her, and the hot wind raised her cloak, making her like a black butterfly, dodging and jumping among a field of raised spears.

She found that even those who had been struck hard by her could quickly regain their combat strength after falling to the ground, but they were mortals, no matter how different they were, they were mortals.

The hot sunlight scorched the land, and when they couldn't use their true qi, they seemed to be no different from ordinary people, at this moment, Cheng Qinghe's fingers holding the wooden stick were already faintly trembling, and the distance that could be completed in ten minutes at full speed became unusually long.

The people standing in this area looked at them with fierce eyes, the mud walls of the roof were covered with ropes, and the two people who were running away paused, and at this moment, on the left and right in front of them, stood silent old men, women and children, all of the same unusually yellow skin, with short, dry and curly yellow hair, just looking at them in silence, with indifference in their eyes.

"Don't hesitate Cheng Qinghe, if it falls into their hands, we will definitely die." Murong Yi said calmly with a slight sideways face towards her.

Every word seemed to be smashed in her mind, Cheng Qinghe's eyes sank, and he clenched the wooden stick in his hand even more: "I know." ”

Xiao Liu's experience had already told her everything, and if they hadn't arrived in time, Xiao Liu's head would have turned into a piece of minced meat.

So crazy, brutal hits! Inhumane!

"We'll be out soon, don't be afraid, follow me." He continued, as he thrust, on steep and steep ground, for there were no traps they had set there.

"Don't hesitate." She panted and waved the wooden stick, but unconsciously lightened her strength, and one by one the old people and children were hit by her wooden stick, some bleeding, and some just fell to the ground.

A one- or two-year-old child was put on the roof by her mother, babbling and crawling. (To be continued.) )