Luo Bingqian slowly took the gloves from Hu Hansan's hand, this pair of gloves was hard against the enemy, with a bloodthirsty coldness, exactly the same as the scabbard of Mo Zhiyu's pitch-black long knife, which reminded her of that bizarre memory like a dream again.

In fact, she has never mentioned the events of the year to anyone, when Wanwan took her into the inner world of Tianjian Mountain, she was originally unconscious, but later because of the shock of the outside world, she woke up.

Although she was still imprisoned in that small coffin, Wanwan's secret method borrowed her Yuan Li aura, which was equivalent to making two people one, so what Wanwan saw at that time, she could also see it.

It's just that at that time, she was half awake and half asleep because of the secret arts, and what she saw was really like a dream.

Since then, she has known the identity of Mo Zhiyu, but she has not debunked it, and she can't bear to debunk it, so she pretended to be in a coma all the time and didn't remember anything.

But in fact, from that time on, she should have known that even if Mo Zhiyu grew up in Heavenly Sword Mountain like her, he was not a person from the same world as her at all.

It's just that at that innocent age, some things can't be eliminated when they sprout, and the longer these things are hidden, the deeper the rhizome will be in the heart, and in the end it may become an obsession, right?

Her obsession is that rainy night that she can never forget.

"Uncle Junior?" A voice sounded softly in front of her, making her stunned again, and as soon as she raised her eyes, she saw Hu Hansan's familiar face, which she looked at for the first time.

After Hu Hansan lost weight, his face was also angular, and he could be called handsome, coupled with his Jianghu temperament, which was heavier than Mo Zhiyu's body, he was actually a very attractive man.

She has always known Hu Hansan's intentions, but some things can no longer be replaced, and others can only pretend to be ignored.

"Uncle Junior?" Hu Hansan called again, thinking that Luo Bingqian was still angry with herself, and her heart was still a little weak, so her voice was a little quieter, "Can it work?" ”

"Try it." Luo Bingqian's originally confused eyes immediately turned cold, and this look was very similar to her mother Luo Bingqing.

"Oh." Hu Hansan replied a little sneeringly, and stepped back like a child who had done something wrong. He has always been not good at words in front of Luo Bingqian, so at this time, he can only use the most direct way to reduce his sense of existence.

Cheng Qixue on the side looked at these two people quietly, and felt that the interpersonal relationship in Jianshan was so complicated this day~ Or she and Wuyan are simple, although they are also going around in circles, but once they are identified, they will no longer hesitate and be timid, although most of the reasons for this are because she is more straightforward.

Perhaps, the people of Tianjian Mountain are the same as Wuyan who are sullen in their hearts, no, Mo Lao Er is not like that.

Luo Bingqian turned around and spread out her palm, and the black-scaled gloves slowly floated up from her palms, and then Luo Bingqian quickly changed the imprints formed between her hands, and a rune flag suddenly appeared in the air, surrounding the black-scaled gloves.

Gradually, a cyan light lit up on the rune flag, and the wind seemed to flow between the lights, making the black scales on the gloves rustle.

It seems that because of this magic circle, the wind is gradually rising in this forbidden place.

At first, Cheng Qixue and Hu Hansan would be vigilant, thinking that they had provoked those monsters, but soon they discovered that the source of this wind turned out to be Luo Bingqian's magic circle.

The wind grew stronger and stronger, and gradually formed a spiral around it, and the wind was loud, stirring the branches around it, as if the dead trees around them were also dancing, and they mingled with their shadows, as if they were collectively performing a strange witchcraft dance of antiquity.

Suddenly, a loud "bang" sounded, the earth trembled heavily, and a clearing in front of the place where the three of them were standing fell down in unison.

At this time, Cheng Qixue and Hu Hansan discovered that there was a stone tablet erected in the clearing.

"Is this the stone tablet that Elder Luo said before?" Cheng Qixue asked in surprise.

But no one responded to her, because Luo Bingqian's eyes were closed, and she was still running the magic circle in front of her.

However, Hu Hansan's expression became grim, and his eyes were fixed on the black-scaled glove in the middle of the circle. This is what Mo Zhiyu gave him, and it is also the natal magic weapon he has used for many years, and he has the most direct connection with this glove.

But now, he felt another power from this pair of gloves, a huge power, a power that he could not control, a strange power!

"Be careful!" Hu Han roared, and suddenly hugged Luo Bingqian with one hand, protecting her and retreating quickly, Cheng Qixue next to him saw him like this, and he also reacted quickly and retreated.

It was at the moment when Hu Hansan and Cheng Qixue moved their front and back feet, that a huge coercion was released from the pair of gloves, and the three of them flew upside down together.

In the shocked gaze of the three of them, a phantom figure, like a snake and a dragon, appeared at the same time as this coercion, let out a deafening dragon groan, and rushed into the sky.

Luo Bingqian's few rune flags couldn't withstand the impact of the dragon chant and coercion at all, and they shattered into ashes on the spot, but the dragon scale gloves did not ask about the disappearance of the formation medium and fell to the ground, and the wind around them did not stop, but became more violent.

The wind tugged at the woods and whimpered, as if there were countless ghosts wailing around, and as if countless ancient spirits were singing. This is completely beyond Luo Bingqian's control, as if she has inadvertently touched some ancient taboo, and when this taboo door is opened, no one can close it.

The three of them could only tightly lock the direction of the three sides back to back, vigilantly surging, worried that some ancient monster would really pop up.

But there were no monsters, and some other monsters did not come, but the earth kept trembling, trembling and rising one after another, but these paths also seemed to have some kind of regularity, they were staggered, and gradually spread into the distance.

Then these paths squirmed, as if they were alive, as if they were the blood of this mountain range, expanding, shrinking, and replacing fresh blood!

At the same time, in other parts of Heavenly Sword Mountain, those monsters who were originally fighting with the disciples of Heavenly Sword Mountain let out a terrible wail, as if they were suffering extremely severely, even more painful than swords, slashes and fires.

(End of chapter)