After being silent for a long time, Song Liancheng could only accept it.

Immediately, he found some weeds next to the tree pile to cover the snow, and at the same time tied a straw man wrapped in a snowy coat and carried it on his back, and finally marked the tree with a carving knife before leaving quickly.

Song Liancheng rose up again, and just flew out of the dead wood forest, and the chaotic pursuers had already arrived from the other end.

They seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and as soon as they saw the Feather King appear, all kinds of slingshots, arrows, crossbows, stones, darts, and short blades all arrived in unison.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Song Liancheng took out the division door from his chest and wiped his forehead and sealed his eyes. Shi Kuang's piano technique "touching the elephant" is displayed in this way in the invisible melody of the piano in his hand and the piano in his heart.

His figure became more and more dexterous and swift, and with his ears and ears, he galloped forward firmly in one direction.

However, at the moment when he turned, the pursuers behind him stopped and stopped attacking, just watching him leave. The demons let out all sorts of strange and frightened cries, as if they were singing mourning and farewell.

In front of him was the most terrifying place of death in the Universe.

***

The Land of the Dead is the true center of the Cosmos, distributed in a triangular shape, filled with wild beasts and the sound of ghosts and wolves.

Because he didn't know the depth, Song Liancheng chose Yuqin to fly at a low altitude and check the surrounding situation all the way. He took out two diamond flints, gently rubbed them against each other, and when the fire started, he used his spiritual power to push the flints into the air, allowing the fire to float in front of him to guide the way.

The pitch-black road suddenly brightened, and Song Liancheng looked down to see a damp muddy ground under his feet, in which countless strange insects swarmed to avoid the light. The dirt is blackish-green and has a pungent musty smell.

After the insects fled, blisters began to bubble on the ground, and suddenly, Song Liancheng saw two strange black spheres rolling in the muddy water......

What is this?

He was puzzled, staring at the two black balls tightly, but he heard several "poof" sounds, and when he looked around, there were several more black balls.

Song Liancheng became more and more vigilant, and the ominous premonition stimulated his tense nerves: these black balls that appeared in pairs were not ...... Eyeball?!

Just when they were shocked, those black balls changed color, and in just a moment, they had already turned into cold blue-green pupils, and they all broke through the ground. The body of the moon was suddenly arched, directly knocking Song Liancheng to the ground.

Is that...... Wolf?!

Song Liancheng couldn't believe what he saw. Around him were a pack of coyotes covered in mud! The wolf-like monsters shook off all the mud and water on their bodies, revealing their hairs that were as hard as thorns.

The moon wiping piano did not play and sounded. Song Liancheng stood firmly in the mud and glanced at the beasts around him, but he didn't show any fear. He grabbed the treasure qin, dropped his fingers and began to play Shi Kuang's great song "Xuanhe", calling out the cranes and wolves to start a fierce fight.

The cranes flew high-pitched, piercing the wolf's eyes with their sharp beaks, and under the fierce pecking, the wolves wailed, but they became more and more crazy and fluttered, tearing and biting.

Although Xuanhe was born from spiritual power, was born and perished, and was born after extinction, Song Liancheng's feet gradually couldn't support it.

This swamp is really called the green ice swamp, the soil in it is cold and biting, and the black and green moldy sludge is mixed with countless bloodthirsty and flesh-eating poisonous insects, and after a while, Song Liancheng felt pain in his toes, the soles of his feet were swollen, and his ankle bones were almost broken.

Fortunately, in order to protect himself before the expedition, he also carried a sword with him. At this time, he could only stand on the piano and swing his sword to fight, but his combat strength had been greatly reduced.

The wolves swooped down on the body, their sharp claws almost tearing the Moon Wipe as if it were a human being and tearing it into thousands of ways. In order to protect the qin, Song Liancheng first stabbed the blind wolves one by one, and at the same time, cut his own arms, using the bloody qi as a lure to lure them to attack his body.

However, the foot injury gradually attacked, the spiritual power gradually dried up, Song Liancheng was no longer powerless, and was finally pounced on by a fierce giant wolf and fell to the ground.

The wolves felt the blood of their prey spreading in their familiar soil, and they raised their heads and cried excitedly, and at the same time surrounded Song Liancheng and suddenly swarmed up.

At this time, the Chaos Demons gathered on the outskirts of the Land of the Dead were waiting for the wolves to end the life of the Feather King.

They saw a golden light streak across the distant sky, falling into the chaos. However, the miraculous thing is that the light did not disappear, but hung in the sky like a side of the sun, causing the entire firmament to suddenly have a glimmer.

"What's that?!"

The crowd marveled and discussed, pointing fingers and forgetting to hear the news of their long-awaited death.

Among the demons, a man in a black shirt, a crow feather cloak, and a black sword in his hand finally remained calm and walked towards the realm of death. Only then did all the demons come back to their senses, and respectfully shouted in unison, "Lord Wuqi! ”

Wu Qi just snorted coldly and continued to walk forward. In the heart of the Triangle of Death, he saw the traces of the horror that had followed the battle. It was littered with the corpses of wolves killed by Kotoken, as well as bloodstains, corpse worms gnawing at corpses, crows, and vultures.

He carried his sword and rummaged through the corpses and dirt with his scabbard, and finally found the fragments of his clothes stained with blood, as well as a bed of Shi Kuang Baoqin stuck in a mud pit.

Wu Qi pulled out the moon and said to himself in disbelief: "...... Really dead? Immediately, the fragments of clothing were put away, and the moon was left to wipe the moon, and it went out of the swamp.

Ten paces away from Wu Ti, two officials followed him and also saw this scene. When he left, one of them was shocked: "He, is he really dead?" ”

"Nonsense. He is a luthier, and the piano is lost, how can his life still exist? Besides, it's too ...... here It's horrible. His companion's teeth chattered.

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them heard the wolf's howl and whimper, and they were so frightened that they pulled out their legs and ran out. One of them, before leaving, picked up a piece of the feather king's rags and stuffed it into his chest like a treasure: "This is good, the queen mother will reward us greatly!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the one on the side suddenly tripped and fell, and when he got up and saw that it was Yuwang's Moon Cleaning Qin at his feet, he hurriedly picked it up, laughed wildly and continued to run.

***

The news that King Yu died in chaos and the annihilation of the entire army soon spread throughout the universe, and it was the current queen Zhuge Erya who cried the most, and immediately announced that he would be buried with the prince's ceremony.

Princess Song Qinghuan temporarily left the division and rushed back to the palace, enduring her grief, while comforting her mother, she said to herself over and over again: "This is impossible!" Before leaving, she asked the spiritual cultivator to find out the reason.

However, the feather king disappeared completely, no one was seen alive, no corpse was seen dead, even if he had a sudden thick burial, but he did not bear the body, and there was only a piece of blood-stained shredded cloth and a bed of moon wiping in the coffin of the thousand-year-old paulownia wood.