The night is coming to an end, and on the eastern horizon, a trace of fish belly is gradually revealed.

The reckless mountains are like undulating waves, and they are like ancient beasts lying between heaven and earth, giving people a sense of majestic desolation. The grass and trees were bleak, the snow was falling, and in the huge valley, there was a deathly silence, no wind and no birdsong.

In such a desolate and inaccessible place, even the most experienced old hunters were reluctant to go any further.

Isn't this a dead land?

At the end of the reckless field, two figures suddenly appeared at this time.

Two figures that seemed to be out of place in the ice and snow. In such a place, even if you wrap a quilt around your body, you can't help but shiver from the cold, but these two men are dressed in single clothes, and their bodies are as strong as snow leopards, and in a few breaths, they have already rushed from the side of the valley to the bottom of the majestic and reckless peaks.

The knee-high snow and the chilling wind didn't seem to have any effect on them at all.

The two stopped at the foot of the stone cliff, looked at each other, looked at the strange rocky stone wall in front of them, and the sharp tooth-like ice picks hanging down from the stone wall, and couldn't help but show a bit of determination in their eyes.

It was Cheng Yiming and Wang Yang.

What did they do in this inaccessible and desolate place? Gu Yun Qianqiu disbanded and fell apart, and he, the deputy gang leader, disappeared for several days in a row, could there be anything more important?

What is the purpose of the mysterious and powerful ghost face?

O~ Hearing a pleasant sound, Wang Yang pulled out a narrow-bladed pitch-black short knife about two feet and three inches long and less than three points wide from his back. At a glance at this knife, there is nothing conspicuous except for the dark and somewhat quaint. But as soon as it came out of the sheath, it gave people a chilling atmosphere, which was even more chilling than the cold wind that originally called out. The sword god is engraved with faint fine runes, which is even more mysterious, as if it wants to capture people's souls.

"Let's go!"

Cheng Yiming withdrew his gaze from the stone wall in front of him, gently stroked the small sword that had recovered a few inches in length, and said in a condensed voice.

A trace of pain flashed in Wang Yang's eyes, and he suddenly said awe-inspiringly: "No, you still can't go!" ”

"Why can't I go, you think I'll wait here and let you go in and have an adventure alone?" Cheng Yiming stared at Wang Yang's eyes, looked at his increasingly thin face, and then said: "I know your thoughts, and I also know the pain in your heart, but this matter is not just as simple as revenge!" ”

The pain in Wang Yang's eyes was even stronger, and he said calmly: "But ......"

Cheng Yiming interrupted: "You and I join forces, maybe there is still some hope, with the strength of one person, it is impossible to deal with him, even if he is injured by the spirit weapon, but the injured beast is even more terrifying!" ”

Cheng Yiming said and suddenly grabbed Wang Yang's shoulder, and said coldly: "She is dead, you are like this, will she die at ease?" ”

When Wang Yang heard this, his shoulders couldn't help but tremble slightly, and the hand holding the pitch-black short knife couldn't help but be a little heavier.

Cheng Yiming continued: "Why did she die, have you forgotten?" If you are like this now, you will die in vain! ”

Bang~ Wang Yang slammed his fist on the cold and hard mountain rock, and he didn't know whether it was anger, pain, or despair in his eyes?

The pain in people's hearts is sometimes like a rotten wound, the more you don't touch it, the deeper it will rot, on the other hand, if you stab it hard and let it bleed, maybe it will heal slowly.

Cheng Yiming knew this truth, so he didn't hesitate to endure the pain and cut Wang Yang's wound that was about to rot.

In fact, if this knife is cut, why not cut it in your heart?

Although this knife hurts, he knows that no matter how great the pain is, there will always be a time to pass.

It's just that the wound will heal one day, and will the scar disappear?

There is always such a person in this world, no matter how many times he falls, he will always stand up bravely, no matter how much hardship and torture, he cannot knock him down, nor can he make him retreat half a point.

Wang Yang is this kind of person.

The cold wind tightened, and the snow broke through the dark and heavy clouds like sand, and sprinkled all over the sky.

Shashasha~ I saw that Wang Yang gradually regained his composure, his eyes became deep again, he seemed to have made a lot of determination, slowly raised his hand, and slowly scratched the strange symbols on the hard stone wall with the tip of the knife.

His expression was unusually solemn.

I only heard a bang, and the cliff, which was originally integrated, actually cracked a gap a foot wide and a foot high.

The huge crack cracked on the cliff, like an ancient giant beast suddenly opening its huge mouth, about to engulf the two people in front of it. The inside of the rift was dark and gloomy, and the occasional trace of wind rolled out was even more bitter than the cold wind that called outside. Cheng Yiming looked at this bottomless gap that seemed to lead to the gate of hell, and he didn't hesitate to step into it.

I saw Wang Yang's pupils shrink slightly, and suddenly he reached out like lightning and knocked Cheng Yiming off the stone platform with a palm.

At the same time, he dodged into the darkness without looking back.

"Yoko!"

Cheng Yiming roared, bounced up on the spot, turned around and pounced, before the person arrived, the huge crack had already closed in an instant.

He would rather take risks alone than involve Cheng Yiming again.

The wind and snow healed, and the whole world seemed to be white.

In the white wind and snow, there seemed to be a blue-blue figure that flashed away.

Cheng Yiming's entire body seemed to be emptied, and he fell to the ground.

This is a stone chamber.

A very spacious, but unusually simple stone room, there is nothing but a stone bed, a grass pu, and a pearl hanging on the top of the wall. The pearl, the size of an adult's fist, exuded a milky white halo, illuminating the entire stone room like a full moonlit night on the fifteenth day.

In the stone chamber, there were two people.

Lying on the stone bed is the demon Xiaobai. I saw that her face was unusually pale and she was falling into a deep sleep.

There was also a man, like a javelin, standing upright on the edge of the stone bed. I saw that this person was dressed in black, his long hair was scattered, and under a ghost mask on his face, a pair of lifeless but seemingly soul-capturing eyes were staring at the sleeping demon Xiaobai for a moment.

This person is a ghost who was shocked by the spirit weapon in Cheng Yiming's hand!

How did the demon Xiaobai appear here? What kind of trouble did she encounter, and how did she end up in the hands of the ghost face? What does the relationship between the two mysterious cultivators of the Haishi family and the ghost face? Why did Ghost Face find her?

Light and shadow.

But at this time, here, it seems so strange and depressing.

I saw the ghost face slowly stretch out his hand and slowly take off the ghost mask that seemed to grow on his face.

The brocade-like milky white light and shadow seemed to become dim in an instant.

Under this ghost mask, there is a beautiful face. The jade-like warm cheeks, the eyebrows and the nose, are so beautiful that they are suffocating. It's just that those eyes without the slightest color are like dried and blackened blood stains dripping on the glamorous brocade, which makes people feel creepy.

Who would have thought that the ghost face, who ranked second on the heavenly list and whose strength was unfathomable, was actually a woman!

A very special woman.

But why does her voice look like an old man who is about to enter the earth?

At this time, a moment of fanatical joy suddenly burst out in those Gu Jing Wubo's eyes.

I saw that the ghost face flicked his hand, and the mask in his hand was gone, and then, his hands slowly swiped in the air, the trajectory was beautiful and strange, and in an instant, a trace of purple-black mist spread from his body.

Hiss~ I saw him frown suddenly, and instantly stopped the movement in his hand.

"What is the spiritual weapon in that kid's hand, how can it have such a powerful power? This person was originally ordinary, but why did he become a cultivator of the eighth-layer realm of Qi cultivation in such a short period of time? ”

The ghost face muttered to himself, slowly took out a dark porcelain bottle from his arms, raised his head and drank a pill, his face slowly calmed down.

"There is someone who does not hesitate to damage his cultivation and give him empowerment, and he can be forcibly mentioned to the eighth layer of Qi cultivation in such a short period of time, this person should at least be a strong person in the later stage of Jindan." Saying this, the ghost face's face showed a hint of fierceness, and then said: "No matter what, the spirit weapon in his hand is indeed a treasure!" ”

She turned slowly, sat cross-legged on the grass, and began to heal.

The purple-black mist, like a smart horse, is like an ethereal flying rainbow, sometimes light and sometimes thick, sometimes tight and sometimes slow, constantly hovering around it. After a long time, she let out a long sigh and stood up suddenly, her eyes falling on the demon Xiaobai again.

The demon Xiaobai is still in a deep sleep.

The ghost face danced his hands, and the black qi once again flooded towards the demon Xiaobai on the stone bed, and in a few breaths, he enveloped his body.

"Hey, hey! The body of the brake yin, with such a furnace, why should I worry about condensing the golden pill! ”

I saw her suddenly laughing wildly on her back, her voice was piercing, and in the laughter, the body of the demon Xiaobai actually rose flatly, half hanging on the stone bed.

Suddenly, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Immediately, this surprise slowly turned into anger and viciousness.

"How so! Who took away her Yin Qi! Seeing that the ghost face seemed to be crazy, he roared angrily: "Why is this happening! Can I only watch as I get stuck in this bottleneck and wait for death! ”

Boom~ A violent wave of air erupted violently from all around it.

In an instant, this originally invincible super master fell to the ground like a desperate beast with an angry roar.

She still muttered, "Why is this happening? ”

Those eyes, as if they were also at that moment, became dim.

Suddenly, I saw her suddenly fly up, and the ghost mask returned to her face at some point.

Boom~ I saw that the stone wall, which was originally as tight as a stone niche, moved slowly, revealing a black door in the blink of an eye.

Brush ~ I saw that it was like a smart bird, and it disappeared in a flash.