Shu Mountain never refers to a certain peak.

A long time ago, it was a general term for the mountains in Shudi.

However, later on, many new meanings were introduced under the extension of many literary works.

Yi Chun didn't know what Shushan was referring to.

He hoped that when he turned into a raven and soared into the sky, he would be able to see a flash of sword light break through the sky.

Sadly, he didn't see any other creatures than a few bored crows.

This was obviously quite disappointing to Yi Chun.

Shushan, which does not have a flying sword, does not seem to taste very right.

Of course, it may also be that he did not follow his little junior brother who was walking in the time of destiny.

But looking at the flying sword, it's just some kind of idea of Yi Chun similar to checking in at an attraction.

He walked forward on this shattered, but unexpectedly vast land, trying to find something that could solve his puzzles.

Or an ancient book, or an elderly person with a long life.

Of course, after Yi Chun discovered that he had not encountered a human so far, he extended his scope to communicate with aliens......

"Gollum ......"

At this time, a huge toad at the bottom was fighting with a somewhat bald white crane.

The back of the toad showed a purple-gold luster, and the nodulous protrusions were like oily beads.

Yi Chun was not interested in their fight at first.

But the poisonous mist released by the toad was really fishy, and the raven incarnated by Yi Chun was also accidentally smoked.

If the toad knows what happened to a giant crocodile, he should know how to fire the map cannon lightly.

It's just clear that it hasn't been in this way......

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"Okay, you tailless thief!"

"If you have the means to sting the Buddha, I will dig out my heart and liver for you to eat!"

"But you'll only spew some spittle Xingzi's deeds to make your grandfather embarrassed!"

The old crane forced the pounced toad back with one claw, and then avoided the sinister long tongue that followed with great agility.

The white crane is a long-lived bird, and this old crane has practiced with the master for many years, and also has some Taoism.

But the crane is quiet and does not like to conquer.

Of course, it had not learned any killing powers from that master's side.

It is a cleansing and soaring technique, and the heat is not shallow.

After a few years of crawling and rolling away from the master, the quiet atmosphere is gone, but there are a few slippery meanings.

Today, the old crane was sleeping soundly in the nest, but he didn't expect to be almost attacked by this big toad.

Under the vicious fight, Lao He was uneasy.

Where is this heaven and earth not a place to go, why fight for the life of this thief for a lair?

When I find a helper in the future, I will destroy this guy again.

But just after the old crane spat out the lotus flower a few more waves, suddenly a vicious wind suddenly fell from above!

"Boom!!"

Lao He only felt that his ears were like thunder exploding, and the momentum of the thunderbolt was like a heavenly might!

The old crane was blown to the ground by the evil wind and rolled in embarrassment for an unknown number of turns.

When I woke up again, I only felt numb and couldn't move for a while!

And the wings and claws are even more painful, and I don't know how many are broken.

But after Lao He saw the bloody scene not far away, he suddenly stiffened and closed his eyes and stopped moving.

Ah, the hapless leper!

Hades wants to lock your life, so let it go.

Why bother to pull your grandfather crane, it's not filial!

The old crane continued to spit lotus flowers in his heart.

It only felt a chill in its heart, and this time it was afraid that it was going to suffer.

"Meow?"

After a while, Lao He felt a few warm breaths hitting his body.

Then, a small meow sounded in its ears.

The old crane stiffened, and his breathing, which was already like a gossamer, completely stopped.

Hell yes!

The curse in Lao He's heart was a little louder.

In the previous battle, it would be a bit far-fetched to say that it was a vicious beast like the Nine Infants. Ivy

But it certainly shouldn't be an ordinary cat meow.

As the saying goes, "the weirder the condition, the faster you die".

Lao He silently organized the language in his heart.

When the soul falls into the underworld, it will have to discuss the father and son with the leper thief.

"Wake up, I'm not a villain."

At this time, Lao He heard someone talking.

The accent is not local, like from the north, but the taste seems to be wrong.

But everyone said so, Lao He had to open his eyes, and he was not afraid that the other party was cheating him.

After all, looking at the fate of the toad before, the other party is not like a good class.

If you don't know how to count, I'm afraid it's a little dangerous.

But after the old crane saw the other party's appearance clearly, it closed its eyes at a faster speed!

To die, to die!

Where did this monstrous killing god come from, isn't there anyone who wants to make a heavenly court again?

The image of the vertical pupil and the youth, how can it not be recognized by this old fritter?

Combined with the evil wind before, the souls of his subordinates are unknown!

"Don't panic, I didn't kill indiscriminately."

"Just wanted to ask you something......"

The man spoke again.

Lao He had no choice but to open his eyes and say:

"Seeing and laughing, the poisonous mist of the toad hurt my eyes, so that's it."

It retracted its somewhat injured claws, then reluctantly arched its hand with its wings:

"I don't know what these Dao brothers want to ask, Lao He knows everything."

"It's not a big deal, just want to ask for the name of a tree or a spirit."

The man said.

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"You still say you don't know the Fa!"

Wan Nanxing looked at Yu Xing, who was familiar with summoning wind and fire out of thin air, and said.

"Isn't it right to do it in a hurry, and aren't you going to do it too?"

Yu Xing glanced at the sword in Wan Nanxing's left hand, and he felt that the style of the sword was somewhat familiar.

But on second thought, he didn't seem to have seen a purple sword anywhere.

Perhaps, it's just because the styles of magic swords are a little similar?

Yu Xing didn't bother to think about it.

After all, the magic sword is a rare thing, and he has only seen one until now.

Even a character like his senior sister didn't get a magic sword.

According to the patriarch, it is called fate.

It's not that whoever has superb swordsmanship, or who is proficient in Taoism, will definitely be able to obtain it.

"Me?"

Wan Nanxing unconsciously clenched the sword in his hand.

She didn't have any special feelings about swords.

Or, like a large number of girls, she doesn't have much of a hobby for cold weapons.

But just now......

As if enchanted, she walked over in a daze.

Then, drawing the purple sword from the blurred earth of flesh.

It says it's called Ziying......

As if someone was quietly depicting it in his ear, Wan Nanxing unconsciously knew the name of the sword.

"So, where's your Aosuo?"

Wan Nanxing suddenly asked Yu Xing.

"Huh?"

Yu Xing was stunned, and then he smiled:

"Fallen on Nanzhao......"

And the falling snowflakes seem to converge its edge, and unconsciously become softer.

The newly fallen snowflakes gradually covered the messy flesh and blood on the ground, and the shadows of the two people falling on the ground in the cold wind unconsciously approached......