Deep in the secluded mountains, there is a deep stream about several feet wide.

In the deep stream, there floated a gray jade belt, and even birds and beasts did not want to approach it in normal times.

And today, this jade belt formed by the convergence of gray and treacherous fog suddenly rioted.

Above the deep stream, the fog was tumbling, as if something was about to burst out from under the deep stream.

But then, as if provoked, the mist began to rush frantically in the direction of the riot, as if trying to suppress the source.

After a while, the fog began to subside, and the deep stream regained its calm, as if nothing had happened.

At the bottom of the deep stream, a figure was carrying another figure and constantly falling downward.

Touched by these gloomy and treacherous mist, even Yun Fan's physical body has begun to be eroded by it.

"These shit things are really perverted!"

Yun Fan frowned and looked at the side of his arm, where blood had already begun to appear.

"Gollum!"

Swallowing an elixir again, Yun Fan's body shook slightly, and blood-colored lines appeared out of thin air on his bare chest.

Bloodlines!

If he can't find a way out, he and Ling Zetian will have to die here.

Glancing at the increasingly hazy mist under his feet, he had no way to retreat but to continue to go deeper.

"It's said that if you put yourself to death and come back to life, I should be considered a Jedi, right?"

Yun Fan glanced at Ling Zetian, who had been seriously injured and unconscious on his shoulder, and muttered to himself, and the speed of descent increased sharply.

"Bang!"

Just as Yun Fan was bent on reaching the bottom quickly, a black shadow suddenly rushed out of the gray mist and slammed into Yun Fan's body.

At the moment of impact, Yun Fan almost took off Ling Zetian on his shoulder.

Fortunately, his reaction was fast enough, and his blood wings fluttered, and his body twisted and flew in one direction.

What is it?!

Yun Fan looked at the scar on his left arm, and there was no solemn look in his eyes.

There are still living creatures in such a hellish place?!

He carefully observed his surroundings, but the spiritual power in his body was consumed more quickly.

"Buzz!"

There was a sudden humming sound in the gray mist, and then the fog in the direction behind Yun Fan suddenly surged.

The dark shadow from before swooped down in his direction again.

"I won't suffer the same loss a second time!"

Yun Fan turned around suddenly, let out a low shout, formed a fist with his left hand, and roared out towards the oncoming black shadow.

"Bang!"

A dull sound came out, Yun Fan snorted, and his figure quickly retreated.

"Whew!"

The dark shadow made a strange sound, and it hid in the fog and disappeared without a trace.

Yun Fan looked at the direction where the black shadow disappeared with a gloomy face, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't use all his strength here, the punch just now would definitely be able to hurt that guy.

It's not the way to go.

Yun Fan felt the sharp consumption of spiritual power in his body, and his face became more and more ugly, if he continued to fight with this black shadow, no matter how many lives he had to stay here.

As soon as he thought of this, Yun Fan didn't delay any longer, and his body flew down quickly.

He had a strong feeling that there must be a place down there to get out.

It's just that the closer you get to the bottom, the thicker the fog becomes, and by the end Yun Fan has even felt a sense of stickiness.

His body was like he was stuck in a quagmire, and it was very difficult to shake the blood wings behind him.

And the black shadow hidden in the mist also sneaked up on him from time to time, making him very tired.

"Bang!"

When Yun Fan and the black shadow in the mist made a final punch, his face turned pale.

The thick mist had begun to tear through his body, and the blood lines on his chest shimmered with strange blood.

"Poof!"

His body was covered in blood, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

But Rao is like this, the Ling Zetian he is carrying on his shoulders is still wrapped in a spiritual power and has never retreated.

Is it really going to die here?

In the face of this endless gloomy mist, Yun Fan's consciousness also slowly became blurred.

Although he was unwilling, at this moment, he really seemed to have no choice.

"Alas. ”

Just when Yun Fan's consciousness was about to return to chaos, a slight sigh suddenly sounded in his mind.

Yun Fan tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them at all.

"You have a Yellow Spring Seven-Festival Flower in your ring, take it out. ”

The voice sounded in the depths of Yun Fan's mind, and then it tended to be silent, and there was no more sound.

Yun Fan felt that this voice was very familiar, but he couldn't remember anything.

But he still subconsciously did as the voice said.

"Buzz!"

With the last shred of consciousness, he opened the vows.

Na Ring shone slightly, and then a strangely shaped flower appeared in front of him.

It has a strange appearance, the peduncle looks like a bone joint, there are four flowers, and the stamen in the middle looks a bit like a skull if you look closely, and the whole body is bright white, even the branches and rhizomes.

After summoning this strange flower, Yun Fan was completely unconscious, and at the moment when he was unconscious, the spiritual power shield on Ling Zetian's body also dissipated.

Seeing that the bodies of the two of them were about to be swallowed by the thick gloomy mist, at this moment, the strange-looking flower suddenly moved.

"Buzz!"

The Yellow Spring Seven Festival Flower slowly rotated, and a gentle burst of white light diffused out, enveloping Yun Fan and Ling Zetian's bodies.

The treacherous-looking mist was like a docile little sheep when it touched the gentle white light.

The four flowers slowly rotated, and the skull-like stamens in the middle of the flowers gently opened and closed, and the gloomy mist turned into a stream of mist and was absorbed by it.

With the absorption of these gloomy mist, the branches and leaves of the Huangquan Seven Sections Flower also became more and more white, and there was a faint fragrance emanating from its body.

"Whew!"

A black shadow burst out of the mist, rushing towards the Yellow Spring Seven-Festival Flower that was absorbing the treacherous mist.

The ring in Yun Fan's hand flickered slightly.

Just when the black shadow was about to hit the Yellow Spring Seven Node Flower, and the light above the ring was also flickering rapidly, a light sound suddenly sounded in the mist.

"Hey, what is this flower? Xiao Hei, stop. ”

The black shadow in the mist stopped instantly, and a pair of big black eyes looked at the Huangquan Seven Festival Flower in front of him, and there was a faint sound of swallowing saliva.

"This isn't for you to eat. The voice from before sounded again, as if smiling at the black shadow.

"Woo!"

The dark shadow made a strange sound, sounding a little aggrieved.

"This flower is called the Huangquan Seven Festival Flower, the effect is peculiar, if you eat it, it is really a tyrannical thing. ”

"The appearance of the Yellow Spring Seven Festival Flower in the gloomy fog, is it really the will of heaven?"

A voice of self-muffled sound came from the mist.