The wind of the ghost crying and howling roared, "Ahem~" Jiang Futing raised his head holding on to the sand, and the sky was full of yellow wind and sand, and he couldn't see anything at all.

"Phew~" Jiang Futing spit out a mouthful of sand, raised his hand to wipe his mouth and stood up.

Where is this? Wasn't he sucked in by the golden building?

What's going on? He stared at the dim light, and suddenly thought of a word: covering the sky and the sun.

His fingers used his divine power and slashed towards the sky at once.

A bright white light flashed, and soon the dim sky slowly faded, and a cloudless blue sky appeared, and the sun shone down hotly.

Jiang Futing felt his mouth dry in an instant, and the heat came from the soles of his feet.

He looked at the ground, furrowed his brow, looked at the endless desert, and walked to his feet.

I don't know where so many ghosts go? He saw that the golden tower said "Supreme Peak", was his eyes dazzling? Or is it true?

Jiang Futing was a little confused in his heart, but he couldn't think clearly.

He got hotter and hotter as he walked, sweat rolling down his sideburns, and his whole body seemed to be thrown into a furnace, burning him with fire.

Jiang Futing licked the corners of his mouth, his mouth was dry, he inhaled heavily, thinking in his heart: I can't go on like this, otherwise before he walks out, I'm afraid he will die of thirst.

The sound of stabbing and stabbing came, Jiang Futing raised his eyes and saw the sand waves not far away, and a little bad flashed in his heart inexplicably.

The yellowish sand spread out, and suddenly a lot of dense things crawled out of it.

"Scorpions!" Seeing this, Jiang Futing's expression changed slightly, and as soon as the divine power on his fingers came out, the entire sand flew up, and a large area of scorpions was blown into pieces.

Jiang Futing just breathed a sigh of relief, only to see that not far away, the sand waves were surging, and a huge scorpion crawled out of the sand, several people tall.

Its big black pincers, glowing with oily black light under the scorching sun, waved two big black pincers and attacked Jiang Futing.

Jiang Futing's face was a little ugly, and he drew a big demon spawning mark in the air with one hand, and several golden scorpions flashed black scorpions, and before they rushed to Jiang Futing, they were split into slag by several golden lights, fell to the ground, and disappeared into the sand in an instant.

Jiang Futing's face sank, he lowered his head and grabbed a handful of sand, there was nothing in it, just like the scorpion attack just now, it was just an illusion.

"It's an illusion, it's all an illusion!" Jiang Futing muttered, and his voice suddenly rose.

He stared at the blue sky, and in the blink of an eye, the scorching desert suddenly turned into a land of ice and snow in the cold winter, and the endless mountains of ice and snow stood tall.

What is this place? Jiang Futing turned left and right, his eyes swept around, and he was silent.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, fluttering and sprinkling, and a cold air rushed up from the soles of his feet, which suddenly aroused his whole body.

The thin mist spread, Jiang Futing listened to the movements everywhere, and faintly made a judgment in his heart, this should also be an illusion.

Wow, a sharp voice crossed, and a cyan flame faintly appeared in Jiang Futing's palm, and the totem of Qinglian appeared in his palm.

The Xuanhuo in his hand was about to go out, but not far away, a white shadow appeared in the hazy mist.

The figure was getting closer and closer, Jiang Futing looked at the figure getting closer and closer, the blue lotus flame in his palm was extinguished, he stared closely, and the doubts in his heart became heavier, who is this person? Why is his figure so familiar?

The black and smooth black hair, some snowflakes fell, one by one, and the snowflakes were crystal clear. His shoulders were thin, his figure was slender, he was holding a staff, and he was dressed in white, and he came step by step.

A shadow fell on the black eyelashes, and a few steps away, the person suddenly stopped.

Looking up, a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, with a twitch of eyelids, and a little frivolous, he smiled evilly and said, "Old man, you have finally come to see me~"

Jiang Futing looked at the familiar face, was speechless for a while, his heart was shaken, and he couldn't help but speak: "You ......"

As soon as he spoke, suddenly the staff in his hand struck Jiang Futing's chest, and a white light struck.

Jiang Futing's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly retreated and used his divine power to block, but he was still a little slower, and a scepter was hit hard in his chest, and his entire soul body fell straight backwards.

A stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the figure that hurt him, and where was there a shadow of Bai Tang, which was clearly another fantasy.

Jiang Futing gritted his teeth, his expression was fierce, and with a loud sound, the red blue lotus flame in his hand went out.

When the visitor saw the cyan flame, his expression suddenly became panicked, "Ah~"

The spark splashed on the face that was similar to Bai Tang, and in an instant his expression became hideous, revealing a painful look, and his mouth screamed, "Ah! ”

The cyan flames were like hideous beasts, devouring the hideous-looking people little by little.

Jiang Futing looked fixedly, his eyes flashed a dark, he stood up and stared at the person in front of him who had completely turned into burned ashes.

"Cough~" Jiang Futing coughed lightly, looking stunned.

In the blink of an eye, the sky darkened, and the entire ice and snow world quietly disappeared.

The cold wind was cold, Jiang Futing left a mark, walked forward, walked for a long time, and when he looked up again, he saw the special mark he had left behind.

He felt a chill in his heart, walked up quickly, and took a look before he was completely dead.

The whole sky was dark, and if he continued walking, I am afraid that he would not be able to find a way out for a while.

Jiang Futing found a sheltered mountain and sat down with his back against the rocks.

The cold wind was biting, and there were tornadoes that blew from time to time, Jiang Futing covered his mouth and nose, and soon a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, heh, he found it!

Jiang Futing looked at the rotating tornado, and suddenly jumped forward.

The white light flashed in front of him, Jiang Futing fell heavily to the ground, he opened his eyes, and saw that the roof was a fine pine wood, the five-color patterns on the beam were beautiful and solemn, the ground was paved with smooth floor tiles, and on both sides were the statues of the Arhats, and in front of him was the golden body of a three-sided Arhat.

The incense is vigorous, and the oil and wax are burning.

Jiang Futing looked at the statue of the god enshrined above, and inexplicably felt a little strange, this place should be a temple, when did the temple not worship the Buddha statue, but instead worship the Rakshasa?

At this moment, there was a lively sound of gongs and drums outside, followed by a lively sound of firecrackers, as if they were doing something happy.

Jiang Futing quietly walked to the door of the temple, poked his eyes out, and saw a team of sedan chairs blowing and blowing on the crowded street not far away.

A strange smell came, and Jiang Futing wrinkled his nose in discomfort, what kind of smell is this?

The moment he raised his head, the sedan chair happened to drive over, the sedan curtain was blown by the wind, and a familiar and miserable face instantly burned into Jiang Futing's heart.

Ning Yuan? It's Ning Yuan! Jiang Futing's face changed slightly, he took a few steps forward and squeezed in, but there were too many people, and he was squeezed back by the crowd.

"Who, what squeeze?"

"That's it, why don't you have long eyes~"

The voice of dissatisfaction came, the gray figure in front of him flocked, several people turned around, the woman wore a big flower turban, twisted the fat waist branch, and her eyes were like silk, and she saw that it was Jiang Futing Such a beautiful man, holding a handkerchief to cover his mouth, shaking the powder on his face, coquettish: "Yo~" by the way, he threw an eyebrow.

The men were stunned, their eyes were dark and small, their figures looked thin, but their eyes were a little cold and staring at Jiang Futing.

Jiang Futing was soon stared at and stood upside down, vaguely feeling that these people were a little strange.

He looked at it again,?! Same! They actually look like men and women, old and young, and their appearance is extraordinarily similar, the only difference is the number of wrinkles on their faces.

With round ears, grape-like eyes, dripping and turning, pointed mouths, and thin and long teeth, when he opened his mouth and smiled, his face became hideous and terrifying.

The dense eyes all opened here, and a drop seeped from the corner of Jiang Futing's forehead, and the strange feeling of being stared at by the prey came out again.

After a few more strokes, the group was short and fat, with jet-black hair, revealing round ears, and hands that played with hair, revealing long nails, sharp and sharp.

They are not human! On the horse in the distance, there was a chubby woman, a bright red wedding dress, a gorgeous wedding robe, and the tail dangling out under the robe, flicking and flicking, the woman turned her head slightly, as if she glanced at Jiang Futing.

The distant figure, submerged in the dense figure, Jiang Futing suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes met those cold and numb eyes, and the noise of chirping came.

Yes, it's a mouse!

"Yo, he's so handsome, I really want to peel off the skin on his body little by little, and then collect it."

"Yes, I want his eyes!"

"I want his head!"

"Legs!"

Those small voices came like a tidal wave, and the noise made him headache and groggy.

They came over, Jiang Futing sighed, squinting his eyes flashed a trace of fierceness, he turned his hand, the cyan flame in his hand flashed again, and before he threw it out, suddenly a large piece of cloth fell above his head, and before he came to his senses, the thing took him away.

He didn't even have time to react, and the white flowers in front of him, those thin voices, quarreled, and even scolded unsightly swearing.

He seemed to be dragged into a cramped place, and before he could stretch his body, he was interrupted by a green voice: "Awake? ”

Jiang Futing opened his eyes and found that the surroundings were small, but they adhered to the characteristics of small but complete sparrows.

The wardrobe, the bed, and the cabinet and table, all of these things looked smaller than him, and even the savior in his eyes looked a little strange.

"Silly?" The young man shook in front of Jiang Futing's eyes, his short and thick and round fingers inexplicably gave Jiang Futing a little sense of substitution, and he even felt that the person in front of him was a little familiar.

With a round figure, suspenders, white short sleeves, even the face is round, with a hint of childishness on the face, and black-framed eyes, which look dull and honest.

Jiang Futing was stunned for a moment, and said in a tentative tone: "Huang Haojie? ”

The young man was stunned, and looked at Jiang Futing's voice a little strangely, "Who are you?" ”

"......" Jiang Futing sat up, stared carefully at the young man's round face, and inexplicably remembered the woman who pretended to be strong and wiped away tears.

No wonder he felt a little familiar, this young man's face was a little similar to that woman.