"What's going on, the big cyan bird is dead, their eyeliner is gone, why can they still accurately locate us?" Jiang Yan asked the Ancient Desolate God Source, and his voice was very loud.

He's changed his course three times, constantly winding out of the zigzag, and it stands to reason that those youkai shouldn't be able to find his position so easily.

However, the youkai were always able to accurately tell where he was, and the closer they got after him.

The voice of the Ancient Desolate Divine Source sounded, and Jiang Yan and Lin Mengdie could hear it: "That's just an eyeliner, and there's another one." ”

"Which one else?" Jiang Yan and Lin Mengdie asked in unison.

"And myself," said the Ancient Desolate Divine Origin, "that unfilial son can sense my presence." ”

"What the fuck you," Jiang Yan said, "why didn't you say it earlier?" ”

He really wants to curse, the enemy can sense the source of the ancient desolate gods, which is equivalent to carrying a positioning device on his body, so what else is there to run? Everywhere you run, you will be discovered.

"Hehe," Gu Desolate God Yuan sneered, "It's the same as not saying it." ”

Jiang Yan really wanted to scold it two more sentences, but the matter had come to this point, there was no point in blaming him, the most important thing now was to save his life.

"Speaking of which," Jiang Yan said, "I remember you told me that the energy level of the secret realm is one level lower than the attached space. ”

"Me? I didn't say ......." The source of the ancient desolate god Balabala.

"Shut your foul mouth." Lin Mengdie said that she knew that Jiang Yan was talking to herself.

"She told you to shut your stinky mouth," the Ancient Desolate God Source said to Jiang Yan, "Did you hear that?" ”

Lin Mengdie really wanted to hold her forehead, her illusion of peerless Dao Yin was completely shattered, and the performance of the Ancient Desolate Divine Source was like a stubborn child.

"Ancient Desolate Divine Origin," Jiang Yan said, "it is forbidden to interject while we are talking." ”

The Ancient Desolate God Source obediently closed his mouth.

"That's true," Lin Mengdie said to Jiang Yan, "There are at most masters of the Water Control Realm in the secret realm. ”

"Aha," Jiang Yan said, "maybe I can turn around and fight them, and I may not lose." ”

"This has to be asked," Lin Mengdie said, referring to the Ancient Desolate God Source, "depending on whether its clone is strong or not." ”

Jiang Yan asked the Ancient Desolate Divine Source what would happen if he turned around and resisted them.

"You're going to be eaten, she's going to be eaten, I'm going to be eaten, it's that simple. My doppelganger is the strength of the peak of the Water Control Realm, which is even more powerful than the few people who chased you just now. ”

It witnessed the process of Jiang Yan being chased and killed by the dragon slaying group.

"Okay," Jiang Yan said, his tone a little irritated, "then we can only run, but we can't run away, we can only die of exhaustion." ”

"Unless we go into the water," said the Ancient Desolate Divine Source, "that can isolate the induction of unfilial sons, and can give us a temporary respite." ”

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Hearing this news, Jiang Yan immediately headed for a big river.

"You didn't ask me." The Ancient Desolate God Source said.

On the next road, the ancient desolate god kept repeating the phrase "I was wrong, I should die".

Jianghan City, Lion Rock.

At midnight, many monks came up to Lion Rock.

The passage to the secret realm was opened by the mountain gods of the Seven Mountains.

Enter the location of the secret realm and switch back and forth between the seven mountains.

It's Lion Rock this year.

There is a university on Lion Rock, and tonight, a dozen students from a club decided to go camping and picnic on Lion Rock.

It was a quiet summer night, and they set up camp in the mountains, arranged their picnic equipment, and sang and danced around the fire.

In such meetings, we often see people who are not social and who come to the meeting simply because they are part of the organization.

In any case, because of their personality, they live in isolation and don't like to communicate too much with people, and most of the time they participate in this kind of party is eating and drinking alone, talking politely to others, and then being in a daze.

There was a boy in a daze, he had eaten and drunk enough, sat on a big rock, quietly watching the craggy strange rock not far away, in the dark night, turned into the minions of the beast.

Suddenly, he saw a figure walking into the faint light of the sky.

It was so dark that he could only see a vague shadow, but that was enough.

He looked at the time, a few minutes to twelve.

He felt a little incredible, who would go up the mountain alone at such a late hour?

Thinking like this, the boy couldn't help but stare at the figure.

At this moment, he saw several more figures, flashing in the darkness, walking back and forth, as if talking.

He vaguely saw that among these people were an old man with a rickety body, a crutch and a lame man with only one leg, and a tall man with a little girl sitting on his shoulder.

This strange scene made the boy's curiosity reach its peak, and he couldn't help but think, what are these people doing? Crawling at night? This is too, the old man on crutches is playing night crawling?

He couldn't resist wanting to share the news, so he turned his head and tugged at the sleeve of the person next to him.

"What for?" The man said that he was talking to a girl and that he was upset by his companion's disturbance.

"There are people there," said the boy, pointing to the darkness in the distance, "and there are a lot of people." ”

The man looked at him, then looked at the boy strangely.

"Are you mistaken?" The man said, turning his head and talking to the girl.

The boy was there, and it turned out that at some point, those figures had disappeared.

He looked at the time, and it was exactly twelve o'clock in the night.

The heavens and the earth seemed to light up, and the little dragon girl couldn't help but close her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw a huge funnel in front of her, filled with blue liquid, with thunder flashing in it.

"Old rules," she heard a mountain god speak, a majestic old man with blond hair like an old lion, who was the mountain god of Lion Rock, "and by jumping down from this funnel, you will reach the secret realm." This is a bit dangerous, the higher the cultivation, the more dangerous it is, an old bone like me, jumping into it and dying. ”

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd, and everyone knew that it was a joke, and no old bone would look for death like this.

The little dragon girl didn't laugh.

She glanced at Sikong Xing beside her, he was really old, very old, and he was completely worthy of an old bone.

Will he die? She didn't know it, and remembered what had happened not long ago.

According to the address provided by Sikong Jian, Si Kong Xing found the place where his apprentice settled in this city, and at that time, Chi Tianzhu had already left, leaving only a few professional case-handling personnel to collect information.

Sikong Xing wanted to blow them away, but he couldn't, his cultivation certainly crushed a few logistics personnel, but the machine guns and anti-tank rocket launchers on the helicopter were no joke.

Sikong Xing put the apprentice's corpse on the bed, covered the quilt, closed his round eyes, and turned on the air conditioner.

This series of behaviors really made the little dragon girl's scalp numb.

What is this doing? She thought that the person was dead, and he should be buried in peace, why did he still act like he was asleep.

She wanted to ask, but she couldn't speak, because, for the rest of the time, the old man was crying.

He was a cultivator at the peak of the water control realm, but he was also a centenarian, and the death of his lover made him feel the pain of losing his independence.

Then, he spat out the small cyan sword and soaked it in water, allowing the waves to wash away the dirt.

Xiaolongnu knew that this old uncle was going to kill someone, but the person he was going to kill was in the secret realm.

And that secret realm is not something that a centenarian at the peak of the water control realm can enter.

Out of the good character of the dragon clan, out of respect for her father and friends, the little dragon girl said that if she met that damn fugitive in the secret realm, she would definitely help Sikong Xing kill him.

Sikong Xing thanked her, but he was still sharpening his sword.

"Do you know," he said, "this time what will be born, in addition to the peerless Dao Channel, there may also be a Three Immortal Grass. ”

"Three Immortal Grass?" The little dragon girl's voice trembled.

The Three Immortal Grass, also known as the Three-Day Soul Rejuvenation Grass, is the most prestigious spiritual grass in heaven and earth.

The reason why it has three in its name is because it has three leaves, and each leaf can save a dead person who has been dead for less than three days.

Xiaolongnu's heart was pounding, and now she understood that she couldn't persuade this uncle no matter what, he would definitely go to the secret realm, find the three immortal grasses at all costs, and then save his apprentice.

Now she also understood why Sikong Xing put the corpse on the bed, because the old man wanted to resurrect him, as if he had just slept.

The first one to jump into the funnel was actually Bai Qingshan.

This little disciple of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, the poor man who was beaten in the face by Jiang Yan's two punches, now rushed forward enthusiastically and jumped into the funnel first.

Because his junior sister, that is, Bai Shuiyue's little sister, is behind him.

In front of the beauty, he should be the first.

He jumped into the funnel, blue water splashed, electric light poured into his body, and he began to tremble.

"Dive down, breaststroke!"

The old lion shouted, and then said to everyone, "This little fellow is brave, but he is a little sluggish!" Be careful, no matter how you feel when you enter the water, dive desperately! ”

Bai Qingshan dived down, and in the feeling of being paralyzed, he came to the bottom of the funnel and felt a resistance.

He hit his breaststroke leg hard to try to break through the resistance, the first time he failed, the second time he failed.

The old lion's face became ugly.

The scary thing about the funnel is that if you can't break through the bottom barrier three times, the funnel will decide that you are not good and digest you with blue water waves.

Bai Qingshan adjusted his posture in the water, he tried to make his body as straight as possible, and then kicked his leg hard.

"Bang!"

With a soft sound, like a bottle cap bursting with a bubble, this time he succeeded, and he quickly disappeared into the thin neck at the bottom of the funnel.

"Hoo ......"

The old lion breathed a sigh of relief, although this kid was very wasteful, but he finally succeeded.

If he fails and opens the door and dies, I don't know how many people will be frightened, which may trigger a large-scale refund, and the old lion will be angry.