The one who sighed again was especially conspicuous in the fog and frost. Because his body, always shrouded in a thin shadow, like a huge cloak, covering most of the body. If you look closely, the shadow is like a creature, even when the person is still frozen, it is moving slightly, the corners are constantly changing, and occasionally black smoke is emitted, changing its shape in the void.

The man improved his skills and slowly flew down, staring at the gray shadows that were still stuck on the cliff wall, and deliberately lowered his voice: "Did you see that?"

He was responded to with a series of shrill whistles. The gray shades trapped in the cliffs are calling.

In the ears of ordinary people, this voice does not mean anything, but this person clearly understands: "You say that I am strong? Or do you still say you don't understand people?"

The gray shadow was a string of screams, but then, the whistle was abruptly cut off.

Cliff fragments were scattered, dust and mist were flying, and gray shadows bounced up at a critical moment, sticking out dozens of feet away. Otherwise, he would have been cut in half by the nearly 20-foot-long crack that had just been embedded in the cliff.

The pitcher chuckled and said, "Actually, you want to say that you are a 'Moon Demon' tribe, right?"

The so-called Moon Demon is a group of very prominent high-level demons who live in a dangerous place in the haunted house of the Blood Hell - the "Eight Bitter Hell". It possesses immense power, and its most powerful power in past dynasties was called the "Great Hell King". It is the key force of the Bloodhell Haunted House.

Of course, this information, not to mention ordinary people, are first-class monks in the spiritual world, and there are not many of them who can clearly understand, but the situation of the two people here is different.

The laughter of those who had the upper hand grew louder and louder: "Pretend, then pretend! I'm watching!"

Under the visible and invisible pressure of the opponent, the gray shadow's chest rose and fell, and he could not say a word.

But he doesn't speak, but that doesn't mean the other party can let him go.

The shadow that had just returned suddenly expanded, encompassing a huge space of three miles around it. The source of the shadow expansion is actually the "cloak" that covers his shadow.

How could the gray shadow not know how much, and now the back is sick.

But how could he fly three miles as fast as he could? Now, it was dark again, and he was kept in it again. He was going to repeat his old trick and turn into a distorted wave of light to hide, but in front of him there was a hand that parted the black air and grabbed his head.

His long arms were stung by strange screams.

"Good swordsmanship!"

The voice of the enemy seemed to sound in every corner of the shadows, and the large hand that had been grabbed head-on disappeared. Then there was a heavy blow that hit the face of the shaded gray. It completely deformed half of his face, whipped all over his body, and flew farther than he had been hit by his foot.

"When will the demons of the Bloody Prison Haunted House make swords? This sword is kind of funny, well, you want to say, it's not fencing... It's not fencing, you say I'm blind?"

In the sudden roar, the unstoppable shade of gray shocked everyone. The second and third waves of terror silently attacked him from the fog and frost, bombarding him with wave after wave, several forces superimposed. Only a series of fractures could be heard. The gray shadow immediately shrank into a ball and flew ten miles through the clouds and fog.

When he finally stopped, a powerful enemy in the distance was already waiting in front of him, shaking his wrist as if he had just punched out, and the shock resistance was not small.

"Does the shockwave protect the body? Otherwise, I'll be blown into rotten persimmons with one punch... yes, speaking of which, how long has it been since I've tasted green persimmons from Yinshan?"

The enemy's thoughts flow so fast that the gray shadow simply can't catch up. He just gave up, gasping for air.

The winds in the void remained directionless, whistling with cold fog and occasionally twisting together to create a strong tornado. Some creatures that had not previously escaped were swept away by the storm and dragged into the depths of the raging cold wave, showing no signs of their usual strength and ferocity.

The guys only rolled a few times before they were frozen by a deeper and more severe cold snap, flew twice in the void, and were torn to shreds, and each piece of ice, under the influence of the interaction, turned into small pieces and melted into an even more frantic cold wave.

Even in such an environment and in such chaos, the shades of gray still floated in mid-air, resisting the rapid cold snap around them. The body that is about nine feet tall is almost assimilated by the fog, and the occasionally exposed body is usually the same color. It can be seen that the skin is very smooth and very unreal. Although his facial features were distorted by the heavy blows, he still looked like a face, with a visibly sunken face, only his pupils glowing.

At that time, he coughed up blood—blood, which was actually a gray liquid, very thick.

The other also saw what he looked like. Under the cloak of shadows, he let out a sigh of admiration, "This is indeed a good leather bag. You've learned the moon magic well, not only in appearance, movements, language, but in this matter... When I first saw the magic of the moon, I was taken aback. Oh my God, people are vomiting blood. What did they spit out!"

Shades of gray can only be silent in this assessment.

But the other still did not let him go: "Unfortunately, this is also the" like ". Lao Tzu has been in the haunted house of the Blood Hell for 100 years, and only for 40 years in the Eight Bitter Hell Prisons, and there are 0 Moon Demons killed by his men, instead of 10,000. If those creatures pout their tails, Lao Tzu knows what they are pulling. Otherwise, you can pull it back and try it. ”

Without a reaction to the shades of gray, the man leaned back with a smile and put his hands on his knees, almost laughing back and forth.

The gray shadow remained silent.

At this time, in the distant void, there was a loud "sonorous". Although it doesn't touch the sky or the ground, the feeling is still shocking. Towering cliffs looming for miles away swayed slightly, and rocks rolled down as if they were going to collapse at any moment. With this violent vibration, the chill in the air increases. Hail fell in the valley of the earth's ink. Countless ice particles fell into the void of the two people. Then they bounce off and make a sound.

"So I said a big question. ”

Seeing this, under the cover of the shadows, the man sighed again: "It doesn't matter if there are one or two more walkways in the valley, that is, let the two sides move a little more so that they are not separated from each other for a long time." It doesn't matter if I trigger the cold wave in the Hellstery. I don't know how many people in the haunted house of the anti-Japanese blood prison have done such a thing. It happened that the two ends collided, and now the cold wave is coming, and the qi of heaven and earth on both sides collides. If one day collapses and the mountains and rivers are deformed, will the day's retribution still be on my head?

"It used to be just talking, but now Lao Tzu's achievements have been greatly damaged. How can he resist the onslaught of bad luck?"

He was distressed there, but the gray shadow was fine. He was allowed to talk to himself and keep his mouth shut so as not to be beaten again. However, the man just wouldn't let him go: "And you, a guy with a hidden head and a tail, are a liar, and at first glance he is not a good person. Then he went back and spread rumors outside that Lao Tzu was the culprit, which was known to the whole world and attracted many fierce enemies. How can this be good...

"How can this be good?"

When the mournful voice sounded again, the gray shadow shot violently, only falling more than ten feet, and then turned into the previous distorted light wave, cutting through the hail in the sky, still trying to escape for his life.

The enemies behind will certainly not let him go, and are still expanding the Cloak of Shadows to control him again. At this moment, a loud noise was heard from above the cliff. The roar came from far to near: "Take it!"

The whistle distracted the man slightly. He turned his head and said, "And colleagues...... Well, military tea is the king of Ming. ”

Facing the cold wave, there was a layer of blazing flames flowing on the cliff wall, the flames were dark black, each flame flowed out of the surging, faintly turning into a black snake, hissing, mixed with the sound of flame explosion, producing very harsh sound waves, sweeping in.

The person who saw it lost his smile: "The temperature is quite pure, but what's wrong with the achievement?"

The flame of Bosnia and Herzegovina is, at best, Dan's first-class achievement. Even if the magic of the Dharma increases, it is completely invisible to him. Even if he stood still, it was impossible for the black flames to penetrate his true magical body.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the self-defeating figure on the cliff. "Which little monk?"

But then, still the same voice, suddenly burst out: "Lord Huangquan greets Brother Liu!"

Those inexplicable words were attracted by the black flames that appeared on our faces.

At this point, the man was like a fool, hanging motionless in the air, letting the black flames burn, or the shadow cloak acted spontaneously, when the air tumbled, engulfing the black flames.

With a blow, or a word, the "little monk" who was chasing after him shrank back and sank directly into the depths of the cliff, fleeing with the earth. And the gray shadow couldn't do anything, along the cliff, lightly longitudinal, he struggled to resist for a long time, still staying not far from the cliff, waiting for backup, with such a delay, at this moment he was already ten miles away.

Things went more smoothly than expected, and by the time God returned, the two of them had already fled. They are all well-versed in the art of concealment. They cut off all trailing leads. They are highly skilled and can be compared to ordinary people.

However, the enemy had no intention of pursuing him either. He just wandered in front of the cliff, facing the dark rocks, muttering to himself, "Yellow spring, yellow spring......"

I don't know how many times he pronounced the name, but he suddenly stopped looking up to the sky and howled, and the cliffs in front of him exploded, and cobweb-like cracks spread from the edge of the gap in all directions.

Listening to the whistling sound turning point, it is still vaguely those two words:

"Yellow Spring!"

Eventually, the two syllables turned into rumbling thunder that echoed through the canyon for a long time.

With a lingering voice, the man fell silent again. During this time, he did not make any movements, but his limbs relaxed more than ever, creating a feeling that he was quieter than ever.

After a long time, he turned his head and came to a conclusion: "This is not a yellow bitch, absolutely not! So who is joking with Lao Tzu? We need to take a good look." Yes, we need to take a good look. ”

Then he laughed. In the midst of laughter, the fog clearly stopped.

It was at this moment that a fire, with a huge amount of heat, erupted from the hail frost mist miles away, and rose into the sky, leaving a striking trail in his eyes. Heavenly Mystery Mirror