The majestic peaks are steep and steep, and the stinking black water is tumbling under the black stone walls, and the connection between the two peaks is only a rope lock as thin as a hair, and it is better to call it a silk thread than a rope lock, and a silk thread that will be broken if you pinch your fingers.

Chu Yuanyang stood indifferently, his figure was thin and long, and the three thousand green silks had been wrapped around a cyan hairband and tied to the top of his head, with a heroic back that coincided with the peak, as if she was the one who dominated the peak.

There is no blue waves of the Yellow Mountain, no clouds and blue sky, and no warm breeze blowing on the face, only the gurgling sound of the black water rolling under the cliff can be heard here.

Walk to the other side to count it as a pass?

The distance between the two mountains is a kilometer, and if there are no accidents, it is not impossible to be cautious.

It's just that simple?

No matter what, she didn't choose, so she could only rush forward.

The figure that had been stagnant on the cliff for a long time finally moved, but fortunately, the silk thread that seemed not solid enough was surprisingly hard, and it was as strong as steel wire.

The footsteps are very steady, the front foot is next to the back foot, the fair-skinned hands are in a state of spreading their wings, and the body is not shaking slightly.

Her smooth and natural breathing eased her steps, and her muscles, which had always been relaxed, calmed the tension in her heart.

The towering peaks in the distance are becoming more and more obvious and more spectacular, but she still does not dare to take it lightly.

Closer, closer .......

800 meters, 700 meters, 600 meters ......

The tumbling black water began to surge, setting off a surging wave, lapping against the stone wall, and the stench emitted could be heard for three miles.

She didn't dare to look down, and her unwavering eyes were straight at the majestic destination.

Faster, faster.......

At some point, the surrounding scene seemed to have peeled off its ugly shell, removing all its anger and disguise, revealing its true appearance.

???? The maple leaves are red, the mountains are red all over, the forests are dyed, the warm breeze is blowing, the glazed azure sky, and all kinds of clouds floating, just constitute an elegant and interesting light ink landscape painting.

The birds singing songs are alive and happy, closing their eyes and listening to the sounds of nature, which makes people intoxicated for no reason.

Between the snorts, the elegant fragrance of pear blossoms wafted, with a sweet and ignorant taste, as if the whole body was wrapped in a thick pear blossom hooded cloak.

The moment he slowly opened his eyes, the heavens and the earth changed, the red maple dispersed like a broken shadow of foam, and a pair of plain eyes stuck to the figure under the pear blossom tree.

Wrapped in green smoke-like tulle, his muscles are like mutton fat and white jade, his shoulders are wide and narrow, his back is thin, and his legs are ...... long, straight and powerful.

Just a back can make people's blood boil and obsession.

"Hehe!" the figure chuckled seductively and looked back in an ethereal manner.

The impeccable delicate facial features look full of fairy spirit in the rain of flying pear blossoms, and the vermilion that can't be dotted with no matter how good the rouge is, but it puts on a light veil like an elf.

This temperament, this ..... looks.

"Senior Brother Feng!" Chu Yuanyang opened his lips and exclaimed softly, with a little bit of intoxication.

"Hmm!" the echo of the wind left the song as if it was a moan from the throat.

"Why are you here?" she licked her dry lips, her white face burning like fire.

Feng Lige had a bewitching smile on his face, and came barefoot stepping on the pear blossoms everywhere: "Senior Sister Chu, what's wrong?"

"I.... ”

Feng Li Gesu stretched out his finger and pointed it on her hot lips: "Don't say anything, let the senior brother say it?"

The slight coldness on her lips made her breath stagnate, and she nodded in a daze.

"I know what you want to ask, but Senior Brother just wants to ask Senior Sister, I'm good-looking?" His breath was dyed with the fragrance of pear blossoms, filling her body and mind.

"Hmm. Chu Yuanyang nodded again: "Good-looking." ”

"Does that sister like it?" the fingers sticking to the snow-colored petals gently rubbed her lips.

"Like!" she looked like she was enchanted by a goblin, her eyes obsessed and glazed.

"Then do you want to kiss Fang Ze?" Feng Lige slowly approached her.

"Yes!" she slowly grasped the hand that rubbed her lips and kneaded it carefully.

The corners of Feng Lige's eyes showed a seductive look, and he hooked her slender waist with one hand: "Then what are you waiting for?"

The intoxicated and chaotic eyes showed a hint of dark tide, and the bright red lips hooked a cold smile, "Okay, I'm here!"

Staggered away from him, a Qiushui long sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and with a lift of his wrist, it pierced his heart mercilessly.

"You....!"

"Hmph! Even the real Fengli Song can't move me, let alone you impostor. The voice was calm and outrageous, and the eyes were clear, and there was still some confusion.

With the movement of her sword, the scene in front of her seemed to be like a mirror and a moon in an instant.

It is still black water rolling, and the cliffs are steep.

"It's really ruthless that such a beautiful woman can resist!" Bi Fang's voice was as if he had discovered something new and interesting, with tease and excitement.

"Shut up!" and Chu Chu Yuanyang was a little angry.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have any thoughts about Feng Lige and remembered the aura on his body, I'm afraid it would have been embarrassing.

Bi Fang didn't help her, and she was still watching the play on the sidelines.

"You really don't have any thoughts about him?" Bi Fang stifled a smile.

Chu Yuanyang said angrily: "No." ”

Bi Fang sighed disdainfully: "Then I didn't say it!"

What does it mean?

It seems that she really has something to think of Feng Lige.

Take a deep breath and continue the journey below.

When I fell into the illusion just now, I had already walked more than half of the distance on the silk line.

Until we reached the other side, there were no other obstacles.

Is this past the first hurdle?

Nanke did not appear.

No one told her, she had to speculate on her own.

Climbing along the cliff with bare hands, the blade of the sword was inserted into the stone wall, step by step down, and there were sword marks everywhere he went.

"Did you hear such a voice?" Chu Yuanyang stopped his climbing and asked Bi Fang.

"It's not good, get up there!" Bi Fanggao shouted.

Chu Yuanyang's heart was shocked, there are really few things in this world that can make Bi Fang change his face.

He looked up at the stone wall that had been destroyed by himself.

Moving up in the world?

Where can you climb?

Not to mention that her current position was a long distance from the top of the cliff, even if it was only a few feet high, it was impossible for her to go to the top of the cliff before the owner of this strange voice came.

Well, there is only one war.

Suddenly!

Glancing casually at the direction of the source of the sound, she could no longer be calm.

Dense brown ants with large bowls surrounded her in the form of a tiger and wolf army.

What's going on?

Did she stab an ant's nest?

Regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, use the strength of breastfeeding, and climb up numbly.

If this cliff is really surrounded by them, then there is only one way to die.

Although she can eat the fire element to attack with all her heart, but she uses the five elements and its spiritual power, and there is not much left of the Gathering Spirit Pill in her hand, and she doesn't know what else is waiting for her in the future, so if she can save it, she will definitely choose to save it and use it later.