The trees on the mountain are lush and green, a narrow road twists and turns upwards, the top of the mountain is covered with dark clouds, and the sky is like a black wave rolling.

The horse walked very slowly, and Chu Yun'er was very uneasy, and felt that Wan Yichen must be here.

The view gradually widened, and the scene from the top of the mountain came into view, and the large trees seemed to have been destroyed by a storm, and they were in disarray...... Among the empty weeds, Wan Yichen's hair was messy, surrounded by eight people in the middle, to be exact, four Taoist priests, four zombies, the ink line wrapped around Wan Yichen's arm, emitting bursts of red light, and the Taoist priest holding the ink line was rotating rapidly around Wan Yichen, trying to bind Wan Yichen's body.

Wan Yichen was wearing a gray robe given by Master Li, and the ink line was particularly obvious when the shirt was torn, as if it had been strangled into the body, and bursts of green smoke were emitted.

Chu Yun'er was so anxious that Wan Yichen was actually rounded up by a Taoist priest, and in a hurry, she jumped off the horse without waiting for the horse to stop completely.

Before they got close to the people who were fighting, the four zombies surrounding Wan Yichen turned around and walked towards Chu Yun'er as if they had been instructed, their grim and terrifying faces were like Luo Sha in hell, their stiff arms stretched forward, and their gray and black fingers were like sharp blades, making people feel cold all over their bodies.

Chu Yun'er was paying attention to Wan Yichen's movements, and at the same time laboriously wrestling with the four zombies, although the four zombies were low-level zombies, they were like having a copper wall and iron arm, not only could not be stabbed by the knife, but also extremely powerful.

In order to help Chu Yun'er, Yan'er was swung out by the zombie's iron arm, and she fell into the grass and did not wake up.

A hot current in the abdomen churned and poured into the throat, accompanied by the pain in the chest and the fishy sweetness in the throat, Chu Yun'er became more and more invincible, Wan Yichen was not much better than her, tonight Wan Yichen seemed to be a little abnormal, he didn't use his mana, and his body was obviously not as flexible as usual, as if he had degenerated to the point where Chu Yun'er saw him for the first time.

Chu Yun'er was once again swept out by a zombie like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, her already painful abdomen was hit hard again, her eyes were dizzy, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and her body flew towards the edge of the cliff like a kite with a broken string.

Chu Yun'er opened her empty eyes, looking at the night sky without a trace of starlight in confusion, her heart was suffocated, and the pain was about to suffocate, she knew that she was about to fall into the cliff of the mountain, if she was going to die tonight, she was really unwilling, she couldn't rest assured that Wan Yichen couldn't stop it, but at this time she didn't even have the strength to look at Wan Yichen.

"Roaring ......"

In the corpse formation formed by the ink bucket line, Wan Yichen roared, and forcibly rushed towards the formation with his body, and the broken ink bucket line quickly burned into a fire dragon, and the four Taoist priests were also overturned by the air flow caused by Wan Yichen's surrounding anger.

Finally grabbed the delicate body that flew to the edge of the cliff at great speed, Wan Yichen squatted down and hugged Chu Yun'er into his arms, his hand burned by the ink fountain line was scorched, trembling and caressing Chu Yun'er's pale cheeks, wiping the blood stains on her lips for her.

"Yun'er"

The voice was hoarse, revealing deep pity.

Chu Yun'er opened her eyes with difficulty, smiled weakly, Wan Yichen's face was close at hand, she had always felt that the cold green eyes were very bright today, full of tenderness, except that her hair was a little messy, she seemed to be very energetic, and Chen was fine.

The sound of the blade inserting into the flesh suddenly sounded, Wan Yichen's arm was stunned, and the arm holding Chu Yun'er suddenly lost strength, only one step away, Chu Yun'er almost rolled into the cliff.

Chu Yun'er was lying on her back on the edge of the cliff, her wide-open pupils were full of panic and looked at Wan Yichen, who had the wrong face, and shouted helplessly in her heart: Chen, you must not be fine.