Ling Juncheng glanced sideways at the delicate touch on the couch: "Even if it is Longtan Tiger's Den, I have to go." ”

The majestic figure did not hesitate at all, and disappeared into the night.

Wuhuang watched his back disappear from sight, his hands clasped together, his eyes moving slightly.

Su Xi on the couch closed his eyes tightly, the blood on his face was gone, and his lips were purple to black.

Wu Huang lowered his eyes and looked at the surging qi in her palm, he picked up a sutra and sat down beside her, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and silently recited the scriptures on the scriptures, and those golden words slowly rose from the scriptures, turning into a living elf that surrounded Su Xi.

After a moment, the black mist surging in her palm was suppressed, and the color on her face was slightly better.

And Wu Huang, who was sitting in front of the couch, spilled a touch of blood from the corner of his lips.

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In the deep and humid night, a figure galloped on a horse, heading straight for the East Wuhan Mountain.

A drizzle of rain hit him, and though it was gentle, it also wet his hair and clothes.

The broad palm tightly tightened the reins, and he did not dare to slow down the speed by half a minute.

Those deep eyes stared straight ahead, without focus.

He didn't know how long it took, but he finally saw a snow-like white peak reaching into the sky.

The so-called East Wuhan Mountain is really an extraordinary cold.

The peak that stands in front of you is covered with a thick layer of snow, and the surrounding area is shrouded in mist.

The bitter cold wind howled by, and there was a piercing pain that was many times colder than every winter in Kyoto.

At this time, he was wearing only the thin summer clothes he wore in Kyoto.

He was lucky, and he protected his body with internal force.

The long body turned over and dismounted, not caring about the fatigue and difficulty of the body, nor the severe cold that could freeze people directly into ice cubes, lifting his feet and sinking into the ice and snow, and the white clothes on his body merged with it.

Only when he entered the forest did he know what Wu Huang meant by easy to get in and hard to get out.

The mountain is as mysterious as a big labyrinth, and every tree, every road, and even the snow that stops at the branches in the forest is exactly the same.

He made a mark, but after walking for a long time he returned to the same place, and he saw with his own eyes that the marks he had made disappeared little by little, and finally replaced by a blinding white snow.

After several attempts, he finally stopped and took a closer look at the mysterious forest.

Before he could take a closer look, the entire mountain forest actually swirled.

His long and handsome body was trapped in the whirlwind of the world, and he stood in place with his eyes closed, as determined as ever.

At this moment, there was a wail of fierce beasts all around, and the sound was approaching.

Ling Juncheng opened his slender eyes and looked forward, only to see that the forest that had been covered with snow had suddenly disappeared, and he was in total darkness at this time.

Suddenly, many pairs of green eyes emerged from the darkness, and a terrible wail fell on his ears, making the hairs stand on end.

He clenched the saber at his waist, and as the thick evil aura approached him, he leaped into the air, turning his wrist and dancing the white sword in his hand.

Immediately I smelled a very strong and disgusting smell of blood, which was said to be bloody, but it was much fishier than blood.

If you were an ordinary person, you would have been so sick of the smell that you vomited.

As the sword light flashed, the fishy smell that filled the nose became heavier and heavier, and those green eyes became less and less.