In the White Snow Ridge, Ji Xuan'er took the blood of the fish demon and flew at the speed of light to the old tree that still had the deep scheming of Xu Luh, and he didn't have time to stop his sword well, so he was a few meters away from the tree, and the blood of the fish demon was accurately sprinkled to the formation eye above the big tree, and soon opened the array of evil suppression again, entered the formation, and the place where it fell happened to be the crossroads again.

However, the moment his feet landed, his heart immediately suspended in mid-air, and the crossroads were quiet, except for the still rancid smell that indicated the horror accumulated here, he neither saw Wen Yixian, nor Leng Erdao, and even the fox demon was gone.

He immediately chose the road leading to the Ten Thousand Demon Caves, and ran in a panic, only praying in his heart that the Demon Venerable had just caught them, and he wanted to cook them and eat them, maybe there would be a continuation of the gathering of 10,000 people they had just been forced to interrupt, maybe a little more tricks, and then celebrate that they had grabbed another delicious food, and it took a little more time to set up a cauldron, and he was still waiting for the water in the other pot to boil.

In this way, the Demon Venerable did not kill them immediately, they must all be alive.

Immediately, he thought again, what if the Demon Venerable thought that Wen Yixian was almost rescued, and he would kill them immediately just in case?

He felt that his heart was getting heavier and heavier, and his steps were getting heavier and heavier, as if he had dragged a thousand-pound iron ball on each heel, and he had exhausted his strength to feed with every step, but he knew that this heaviness was caused by factors in his heart, and he had to force himself to only believe that they must all be alive in order to have enough courage to run forward.

Just when he was so scared in his heart that he was about to suffocate, he heard the familiar flute sound from the corridor behind him, the flute was high-pitched and rapid, and there was a high and low pitch that was almost not connected, and it seemed that the person who played it was not confident enough, but nevertheless, this flute was like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, giving Ji Xuan'er benevolent guidance who was already on the verge of the abyss, and its meaning to him was as great as leading him to struggle in the abyss out of the darkness and welcome a new life.

This is Wen Yat-sen's flute, she is still alive! It's just that, listening to the sound of the flute, she seems to be in danger, and she is also injured!

The two thousand-pound iron balls on his feet instantly turned into Hot Wheels, and they took him around quickly and slipped away in the direction of the flute. At the same time, his suspended heart seemed to have found a kite string, and the rapid beating began to slow down, and began to calm down in sync with his brain: "I want to rush to her as soon as possible and let her know that I am with her at all times." ”

The sound of the flute is getting closer and closer, and Ji Xuan'er is getting closer and closer to Wen Yixian, and he is about to arrive, his brain and heart are telling him this message at the same time, and he can even feel that she playing the flute is ten meters away from him. Suddenly, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and everything around him fell into a boundless darkness, almost instinctively, and Ji Xuan'er concluded that Wen Yixian was in danger of death.

He couldn't see anything in the darkness, and his brain, which had been calm by the sound of the flute, stopped working again in a panic. He didn't have time to judge where the danger came from, so he let his feet, which he didn't have time to stop, and rushed himself to the place where the sound of the flute came.

Then, a muffled snort came from the silent darkness, and then, Wen Yixian's exclamation sounded: "Dazzle! ”