The day went by again.

In some places, life and death are killed, but from the demon realm to the northwest junction, so that the vision that has just formed disappears on this day, most of the places in the bitter realm are calm and peaceful, and no matter how aggressive the martial arts people are, they also look at the sky and breathe a sigh of relief, and talk ruthlessly to the enemy to change the time to make an appointment.

Not for other people who are responsible for rescuing natural disasters, Qin Fake Immortal was busy running around in the south, east, west, and northwest throughout the day. He and the COSER trio, dressed as the emperor of the Imperial City in the northern corner, were in charge of contacting the knights and collecting information.

With the return of the earth's qi, there have been a little changes in all parts of the suffering.

For example, the perennial fog on a certain high mountain seems to have dissipated a little, revealing a winding upward path; For another example, although there was no blood moon hanging in the sky, the abrupt change in the gravitational pull of the earth still caused an earth crack to appear in a certain place in the mountain col, and a blood fountain that could eat people flowed out.

In short, there is still a problem, Qin Fake Immortal did not dare to slack off, after collecting information from all over the country, he rushed to Cuihuan Mountain before the sun went down.

Glazed Wonderland.

"It's true! Qu Shitu! ”

"I'll escape!"

"Wait for me!"

Wherever the group of three goes, there will be its own liveliness. But after Qin Fake Immortal ran back and forth in the glazed fairy land like the wind for a few times, the lively atmosphere gradually disappeared: "...... Is there anyone here? ”

"There doesn't seem to be anyone." The Shadow Corpse Man ran around after him.

"Su is really not there, and Qu Shitu is not there." Ye Tuling later added, "There is also the wind that accompanies it, and it doesn't seem to be there." ”

"Ye Xiaochai is not here either!"

"Pig's head! Ye Xiaochai was staring at the Northern Regions to see if there were any fellow demons in the world, we had just met not long ago. Qin Fake Immortal slapped the bald head of the shadow corpse man, in exchange for a shout of "Ouch hey", "But even Qu Shitu is not there, this is a bit abnormal......

Ye Tuling guessed: "What happened in the martial arts?" ”

The shadow corpse man covered his head: "Accidents happen every day!" I think it's Su Huan Qu Shitu who secretly went on vacation elsewhere while we were away! ”

"Come and ask somebody. Karma Soul Shadow Corpse, let's go! ”

Qin Fake Immortal had some plans in his heart, and decided to immediately go to find the congenital traitors of Sword Immortal Trace Shulou Longsu and ask. His old Tie Su is really not in the glass fairyland, and he has not left any information, which is really unsettling.

"Let's go—" "Back to the palace!" ”

Up to this time period, Qingxiang Bailian has really talked about no desire with the vulgar fairy, and it has been more than 24 hours since he disappeared in the martial arts.

Also at dusk.

Qu Shitu took the compass and ran around, searching everywhere for the traces of Su Huanzhen, Du Fanglin, Jianzi Xianji and others. But after checking that there was no one in the Ten Thousand Saints Rock, he focused on tracking the wisp of breath in the sword immortal's hand.

But I don't know if Shulou Longsu deliberately detoured, or if the sword fairy trail passed too many places on the way to track the blue bird, in short, Qu Shitu almost broke his leg, so he could catch the afterglow of the sunset, and came to a small hillside overlooking the bamboo forest.

"This is it!" Qu Shitu took the compass and stood still at the edge of the bamboo forest, cheered himself up, and walked inside cautiously. In the Bitter Realm, any kind of grove is a place with a high incidence of accidents, not to mention that there are still very clear traces of formation techniques left here.

However, although the aura was weird, until he walked to the door of the small cabin in the bamboo forest, Qu Shitu did not encounter any accidents. He quickly pushed open the door of the wooden house, and as soon as he entered, he saw the small stones on the desk, which had broken into granules.

This is obviously the final destination reached by the Sword Immortal Trail, and it may also be the last place where Du Fanglin stayed.

Qu Shitu didn't say a word, first leaned into the pile of papers on the left side of the desk, opened the top one, and saw that the paper read:

There are mythical beasts, born near the water, the appearance is like a pigeon, there are feet that do not walk, there are wings that do not fly, the cry is like a human cry "tired, tired", so the name is "not pigeon", also known as "tired bird"...... Oh, this is probably some kind of strange bird and beast record.

Put down this pile, look at the others, and find two or three pieces of bamboo paper stacked on top of each other, on which are neatly one, two, three, this is a plan for the Xenodemon Realm.

Qu Shitu was just about to put down and continue searching, when his heart moved, and he began to flip through the pile of plans. He was keenly aware of a problem. Most of the plans were after the death of the Xenomorph Lord, and there were a lot of descriptions, as if the man had been going with his own free will before that.

At the end of the plan, there were questions such as "How to please the queen of different degrees, is it really okay to use vegetarian" and "How to say that the demon of the Buddha is destroyed", which made people's hearts flutter.

(It's like seeing a hearse drifting.) ）

Qu Shitu wiped a cold sweat and flipped down, but the further back he went, the more concise the plan became, often only a few words, and at the end of the penultimate page, there were only two sentences:

It's too cold to use that word. ’

'Wouldn't it be better to switch to a passing?' ’

Turning the page, there are only four words left at the bottom:

'Cloud Drum Thunder Peak'

The room was quiet, except for the rustle of bamboo leaves outside the window lattice. Intuition told Qu Shitu that these pieces of paper in front of him were probably very important evidence, and seeing that he couldn't find anything else, he simply folded it together with the previous "tired bird" saying, rolled it up and stuffed it into his sleeve and took it away.

Going out, the sky has completely darkened, and the distant mountains are like daisies, with a little starlight.

Qu Shitu left in the dark and walked out along the stream.

Leaving the bamboo forest, I still felt that the sweat on my back was wet and cold, and I suddenly heard a slight child's laughter halfway through, and the night breeze blew, which made him shiver, what kind of ghost story is this......

"Hulu gourd, you scared the old man." The little girl's voice came from the side.

Qu Shitu suddenly calmed down, only to see that there was a clearing around the bend of the stream, and three figures were sitting here who were also resting in the dark.

There are shadows, one large and two small, which seem to be tired of walking into the mountains.

"Apologize." The older one's tone was slow and powerful.

The one on the left of the two elementary schools immediately hung his head, and there was a slight jingle on his wrist, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have laughed at grandpa's walking posture!" It was a boy's frustration.

When his eyes adjusted to the darkness a little, Qu Shitu found that these were two little Taoist boys, both of whom were in a posture of hanging their hair and tied their hair, one holding a sword in his hand and one holding a whisk in his arms. Behind the two Dao boys was a white-jade-crowned Taoist in aqua blue clothes whose face he couldn't see clearly, holding a book in his hand, as if he was flipping through it, although he didn't get up, he also bowed his head in greeting.

"It's okay, it's that I didn't notice the three of them before."

Qu Shitu thought to himself, he was really scared enough today. I guess some kind of monk who went into the mountains to play. But grandpa? Is he that old? "It's late at night, so you might as well go out of the mountain early, in case you encounter wild beasts in the mountains." After all, when he went out with a child, when he was leaving, he couldn't help but turn his head and say a word.

"Your Excellency, too, be careful all the way." The Daoist replied in a low and polite voice.

The four of them were separated, and Qu Shitu hurried down the mountain to continue according to the map. He didn't expect Su to be alive anymore, but when he died, he should always let people see the corpse.

It's like a nocturnal ghost story.

Anyway, next to Wansheng Rock, Qu Shitu had neither seen Su Huanzhen's corpse, nor had he seen Tan Wuxi's corpse, and the battlefield had been cleaned and a large area of plants had been eradicated.

At this time, the moon is in the middle of the sky, and the time is midnight.

The real ghost story still happened in Fuyan Mountain. However, in the true sense of the bitter situation, there is no "Fuyan Mountain" at all, and now it should be renamed this place, Huai Mountain.

Jade Hand Nine Needle Cui Luo Han finally stepped on this boundary again, peeled off the prosperity on the surface, and stepped on the unbearable inside.

Xijun sleepwalks in spring, sleepwalks in the fairy mountain song. If you have something to meet, it seems to be comfortable with life. Because of the search for calamus water, gradually into the peach blossom valley. When I went to the house of a red mansion, I didn't see enough love.

It's like a place like a peach blossom spring, once the dream is gone, all that is left is a pile of white bones created in the accumulation of time.

A bird with cyan wings flew across the night sky, leaving behind a clear cry.

Maybe it was because of her state of mind, Cui Luohan only felt that the birdsong was sad, like water vapor in the wind, and like tears in the mountains. She looked up and saw that she had stepped onto the top of the mountain. Turning a platform further, there is a pool of black water, dark ink, shaped like an inkstone. Next to the pond water stands a locust and a peach, bare branches, but it is the only existence that is a little angry.

It's okay to be dead.

Die here quietly, and no one will bother you for anything.

She can also retreat to the secluded autumn water and live a secluded life with nothing to do; No one will throw away the weight of 100,000 taels of gold and make it impossible for hundreds of years to be freed! Cui Luohan stepped forward and stood on the edge of the pool, with her long sleeves raised, revealing the folding fan in her hand that was only left after cleaning, and was just about to be thrown into the water and buried with it. It was also at this time that the jade hand nine needles suddenly discovered that there seemed to be something wrong with the pool water.

It's like someone has already come and dropped something.

In short, at a glance, there seems to be something more around the vague figure at the bottom of the sleeping pool......

The reflection of starlight in the water makes everything seem extraordinarily blurry.

It was a man lying in the pool with a cloth on his face. Cui Luohan almost thought that it was the handkerchief he had just accidentally dropped, and then remembered that his handkerchief had been used to wrap a pair of eyes and handed it to Di Rulai. The white cloth covering the face of the corpse in the pool also looked like a piece of brocade, and then the wind blew through the water to form ripples.

A trace of bloodstains like a gossamer rippled from the white handkerchief and melted into the inkpool water!