"Ash?"

Feng Yi shouted happily and jumped up.

But because his heart fluctuated too much, the severe injury that had been suppressed suddenly broke out again, only to feel that his throat was licked, and the suffocating blood spurted out again.

The blood fell to the ground, and Ash had arrived.

"Quack" A strange cry came out, and the small miscellaneous bird had smashed into Feng Yi's arms.

Familiar smells, familiar chirps, familiar gray-black feathers.

Feng Yi's nose was pantothenic, and tears fell.

"Ash, are you okay?"

Of course, Ash is not good, his legs are broken, his bones are broken, and his flesh is broken. The wings were stacked with scars, and silver-white wing bones pierced out of the wounds.

The blood was dripping, but Xiao Ash didn't cry out for pain, just screamed with joy, and just desperately drilled into Feng Yi's arms.

Suddenly, Feng Yi seemed to feel that he had returned to the Dragon Yin Sect and was standing in the back yam garden.

Little Ash is in her arms, but what about Master?

Feng Yi's heart sank, and he hurriedly hugged Xiao Ash in front of him, and asked in a trembling voice, "Xiao Ash, where is Master?"

The half-sized feathered bird, which was still full of joy and chirping excitedly, stopped chirping when it heard this.

A pair of mung bean eyes glowed with sadness, and in an instant, they turned into anxiety.

It turned its head to look north, and cried eagerly.

The screams were chaotic, and Feng Yi was confused.

Looking at the northwest, the line of sight is blocked by the peak, and you can only see not far away.

Feng Yi frowned, and asked in a deep voice, "Master is at the Xiaowu Altar?"

"Woo ......"

Little Ash let out a long cry.

After calling, he called three more times in succession.

"You want me to save Master?" Feng Yi retracted his gaze and stared at Xiao Ash.

The little gray head connected the dots, and a pair of small eyes suddenly rose with a green glow.

The ghostly light diffused in front of Feng Yi's body, moving in the wind, slowly condensing into a twisted map.

"Wow...... Quack!"

Little Ash shouted again and again.

Feng Yi said: "This is the map of the altar of Xiao Wu, you immediately rushed over to save the master?"

Ash nodded again.

The long, spiky beak dotted in the middle of the map and screamed a few more times.

"Master is in this position?"

"Woo ......"

After the chirping, Xiao Ash's half-sized body trembled, and suddenly became a little lighter.

Feng Yi saw that his heart was protruding, his fingers were forced, and his five fingers actually passed through Xiao Shen's body.

"Little Grey...... This...... This is not your being?"

Little Ash screamed softly, and her cry was wrapped in indescribable sadness.

It is implicated that this body is only condensed by its demonic power, and its body is seriously injured and is about to die.

Xiao Ash naturally wanted to rescue Xin Li too, but it didn't have the strength or the time anymore.

It...... Lives are short-lived.

Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and Ash gently pecked his blood-stained face with his sharp beak, as if to say, "Man, don't cry." ”

But the tears are disobedient and desperate.

After soaking through Feng Yi's placket, Xiao Ash's body finally drifted into a wisp of green smoke under the blowing of the cold wind.

"Little Gray ......"

Feng Yi shouted.

But the mountains and fields are handsome, how can there be a response?

No, there is a response.

A carving sound full of farewell meaning came from the far sky in the northwest, piercing the golden cracked stone and straight into Feng Yi's ears.

He knew it was Ash saying goodbye to him.

It is not a farewell from afar, but an eternal secret between life and death.

Feng Yi wanted to fall on the ground and howl, but he knew that now was not the time to be sad and cry.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the grief and anger in his heart, and then crossed his knees on the ground, frantically recovering his strength and repairing his injuries.

Great Compassion Fu is different from other Xuan Gong, the speed of restoring the Yuan Force is extremely fast, and because the Yuan Force is mixed with fire qi, it can completely promote the medicinal effects of various pills.

In just a moment, the depleted Yuan Force was already full.

Feng Yi stood up straight, looked inside his back, and found that his injuries had also healed fifty or sixty percent.

Although it is not completely cured, it has little impact.

Immediately, without hesitation, he picked up his body and quickly climbed towards the peak.

Climb to the top again and gaze northwest.

In the thick fog, a little golden light disappeared in the far northwest sky. The golden light trail went northwest, but suddenly turned to the west.

After the golden light, Feng Yi couldn't see the twenty streamers of various colors emitted by the power of the five clans, but he knew that those twenty streamers must also be chasing the golden light and heading west.

That golden light is the blue-eyed golden eagle little gray.

Why did it turn west?

Because it knew that it was no longer able to enter the altar to rescue Xin Li, and it was only to lead away the strong enemy and win that open road for Feng Yi.

How could Feng Yi not know Xiao Ash's good intentions?

With grief and indignation, with anger, anxiety and worry, he turned into a swimming dragon, quickly chased the wind, and went towards the altar of Xiaowu like a desperate person.

As for how long the fire qi emitted by the life fire can be supported, Feng Yi can't manage so much.

It was not that he was not worried at all, but after careful consideration, he determined that there would be no cold wave in the altar of Xiao Wu.

Why is it so sure?Because Ash told him to set out immediately to rescue Xin Li. The cold wave fills the world, and nothing can be frozen and killed, which Xiao Ash will not know.

It knew the power of the cold wave, but it also asked Feng Yi to rescue Xin Li, which was enough to show that there was no cold wave in the altar of Xiao Wu.

And the most important point, Xiao Ash felt that with Feng Yi's cultivation, he could save Xin Li.

The eighth-order mysterious beast would not fail to see how Feng Yi's cultivation was, if it thought that Feng Yi could not save Xin Li, it would never be possible for Feng Yi to be sent to death so stupidly.

can be saved, and there is no need to worry about the invasion of the cold wave, Feng Yi no longer has to worry about the future.

It wasn't all without worries, because he didn't know how far away the altar was.

"No matter how far it is, it must be there within an hour. ”

Determined to make up his mind, Feng Yi exerted enough strength to increase his speed by one percent.

As he ran, he thought back to the map of the altar of Xiao Wu that Xiao Gray had sketched with the ghostly light just now.

Carefully memorize every detail, every corner, every direction.

"How do I feel familiar with this map?"

Feng Yi frowned slightly, wondering where he had seen a similar map.

Thinking about it, he suddenly realized, and hurriedly reached into the sac, grabbed and took out a large handful of sheepskin rolls.

After killing Wang Hongliang, Feng Yi once saw a parchment scroll with a labyrinthine map drawn in Wang Hongliang's Xuan Bag.

I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, just a cursory look. Now that I suddenly remembered it, I felt more and more that the map was somewhat similar to the map of the altar of Xiaowu.

"I don't know if that parchment was burned by Xiang Lingzhu's evil girl. ”

In the small cave, Xiang Lingzhu burned seven or eight percent of the things that were sealed, leaving only five parchment rolls, a change of clothes, and large and small medicine bottles that did not have time to be burned.

Fortunately, one of the five parchment scrolls was drawing a map of the labyrinth.

Feng Yi rushed and spread the sheepskin roll.

Looking closely, it was really the map of the altar of Xiao Wu, and it was much more detailed than the map roughly outlined by Xiao Gray, but it was slightly mutilated and incomplete.

Feng Yi compared the two maps one by one in his mind, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the direction where the master was located was also on the record of the parchment scroll.

Take a closer look, memorize carefully, and after memorizing every passage and every fork, Feng Yi folded the parchment roll properly and put it into the Xuan bag.

Looking at the road ahead, the fog is still there, the sky and the earth are icy blue, and there is no life.

Because of the cold wave, the Lingwu Mountain Range, which should have been full of danger and a lot of demon beasts and poisons, was no longer in danger at this time, and there was only a smooth road ahead.

But how far is this smooth road?

Feng Yi didn't know, he could only continue to run, not daring to slack off.

......

In the depths of the Lingwu Mountain Range, in a thick mist.

A warship made of pure gold was floating in the air, and three men and two women stood on the bow of the ship, staring at the dense fog beneath them, their expressions changing.

The first man was dressed in a brocade robe, about twenty-five or sixteen years old, but he was romantic, quite the chic style of the son, and the golden and noble atmosphere of the prince and noble.

On his left, there stood a middle-aged scribe with a modest appearance, and on his right, a long, grim-faced man. The remaining two daughters are delicate and stand in the back, holding a tea cup in their hands, like a maid and a small mustache.

"Sect Master Yu, how many days have it been? Why hasn't Elder Luo come back yet? Hasn't Elder Kuo gone looking for it? No news has come back yet?"

The young man withdrew his gaze and looked at the middle-aged scribe standing on his left.

When the latter heard this, he hurriedly took a step back, bowed down and said, "Your Royal Highness the Prince, Elder Luo and the Mountain Elder of the Badaomen fought to the death near Tianya Mountain, and they must have been injured a lot, and they may be in retreat somewhere at this time. It is indeed not easy to find someone in this thousands of miles of mountains and forests, and I hope that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will take care of it. ”

He spoke in a humble tone, as if he was afraid that the slightest mistake would displease the people in front of him.

But the people in front of him don't like it anymore, but it's not aimed at him.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince frowned slightly, and turned his head to look at the tall man standing on the right hand.

"There are many demon beasts in the mountains and forests, and Elder Luo is injured again, how can he be safe alone?"

Although he did not directly reprimand the long man, his eyes were cold, and he had already expressed all the displeasure in his heart.

The long man didn't seem to have heard of it, nor did he seem to have seen the unkind gaze, staring at the dense fog below him, silent.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince suddenly became angry, and said coldly: "If Elder Luo makes a mistake this time, this palace will definitely not spare you to dominate the sword gate." ”

"Whew......"

The roar of the strange beast came from under itself, and the sound spread out like a frenzy of tide crashing on the shore, shaking the warship and whirring.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince could no longer care about reprimanding the chief man for his rudeness, and hurriedly looked down.

There was a thick fog tumbling in front of me, and nothing was there.

But his gaze, which was not very sharp, seemed to be able to penetrate the fog and see clearly the earth-shattering battle in the mountains below.

"Then you swallowed the bone-winged manticore?"

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said in surprise.

The middle-aged scribe is the sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the overlord of the Western Realm, Yu Hongchen, and the long man is the master of the Overlord Sword Sect, Xiang Tilt.

Hearing His Royal Highness the Prince's words, Yu Hongchen smiled softly and said, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince may not know that the eighth-order alien beast can not only heal or cultivate by devouring the resentful qi, but also by devouring other demon beasts. ”

"Oh, how can you still have such abilities? What is its natal supernatural power?"

Whether it is a low-level demon beast, a middle-level mysterious beast, or a high-level alien beast, there is a natal supernatural power.

For example, the first-order demon beast Red Flame Porcupine, the natal supernatural power is to bow back and exert force, releasing the Heavenly Rocket.

If you have the opportunity to create and be promoted to the second order, ordinary rockets will turn into a rain of purple flame arrows, and their power will increase dozens of times.

"Although Yu is not an ancient relic, he has the blood of a true dragon, and among the eighth-order demon beasts, it can be regarded as an existence with extremely strong combat power. And because of that bit of true dragon blood, Yu also has the capital to be promoted to a ninth-order beast. ”

Yu Hongchen waved his hand and emitted a white sword light, smashing a piece of bluestone that flew around. Then he continued: "As for Yu's natal supernatural powers, my subordinates have never seen them with their own eyes, but they have only read the records in the books, saying that they can burn essence blood and triple their combat power. ”

"Burn the essence blood and triple the combat power?" His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's eyes lit up, and he suddenly seemed to think of something, and hurriedly said: "Isn't this similar to the holy technique of the Wood Clan's royal family?"

Yu Hongchen chuckled and said, "The Wood Clan's holy skills are certainly good, but at most, they can only double their combat power, and there is still a gap between them and Yu's natal supernatural powers. Moreover, the human body is not comparable to the demon beast, the essence blood is very small, and it can't burn for too long. ”

"In a life-and-death struggle, if you can double your combat power, even if it is only for a moment, it is enough to turn the tide of the battle. Where do you need so much essence and blood?"

Xiang Tian sneered, mocking Hongchen's ignorance.

But it doesn't mean that Hongchen has come back, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has exclaimed again: ", that Yu actually swallowed his own companion?"

Everyone looked at each other again, and their expressions changed.

Yu Hongchen said: "Demon beasts are demon beasts, fierce and vicious, and there is no humanity at all. ”

As he spoke, he turned his head slightly and looked at Xiang Lean.

The latter was startled and cried out, "It's going to escape......