This, this, this, how could the plot suddenly develop like this? He was very confused, if it weren't for Wen Yixian's life, he couldn't wait to pull out the paper man and tear it up now.

Who knows, the piece of paper on his chest didn't know what to do, and said in a sullen voice: "If it weren't for the sake of Ling Hu's life, I wouldn't have done this anyway." ”

Leng Erdao's face was so angry that a hazy white cold air appeared on his head, and the temperature on his body was even lower than that on this white snow ridge.

At this moment, a gust of wind was suddenly heard, and the door of the evil suppression array was opened.

Leng Erdao was on guard, but there was nothing but the wind. The wind came from not far away, and soon all the snow and ice on the ground were blown into the air, turning out the mud and leaves on the ground, and destroying them, like a giant garbage disposal site, to collect everything that could be taken away.

"Relax, this wind is the door to enter the formation, let it take us to Linghu." The paper man said in a muffled voice in Leng Erdao's chest.

Leng Erdao said coldly: "Don't bother to remind me, please don't stick your saliva on me." ”

The two of them just said two words back and forth, and they were already wrapped in the wind, mixed with a lot of silt and dead branches and leaves, but the eye of the wind was an endless darkness, Leng Erdao could not see anything, could not hear, only felt that from time to time a dead branch blew on his face, and the wind poured mud and sand into his eyes, so he had to close his eyes too, and felt his body constantly spinning and sinking.

When Leng Erdao felt that all the little things in his stomach were about to be poured out, they finally stood on a flat ground. The wind around was gone, but the smell of rotting mud was even heavier, and it still smelled fishy.

Leng Erdao opened his eyes, only to find that it was futile for him to open and close his eyes, and it was still pitch black all around. He snapped his fingers, and on his fingers lit a small blue fire, the light of which was faint, but it illuminated his surroundings as bright as day, and everything around him could be seen.

At this time, Ji Xuan'er, the paper man, also crawled out of Leng Erdao's arms and floated beside him.

"Which one?" Leng Erdao saw Ji Xuan'er crawling out of his chest, so he asked coldly.

It turned out that the place where they stood was a crossroads in all directions, with an intersection in each of their east, west, north, and south, each road almost identical, with moss-covered gray masonry walls on either side, and the passage in the middle was long and narrow enough for one person to pass through, and the road was littered with all kinds of wreckage, old decaying bones, and the stumps of maggots.

Ji Xuan'er, the paper man, looked at every road for a while, and finally turned his head, as if staring at Leng Erdao. Leng Erdao thought that he had already seen which way to go, but he heard it: "Your nose shouldn't be the same as mine, the role of decoration is greater than the real function, right?" Which way to go, I'm afraid it will depend on your unique nose. ”

Leng Erdao's face was cold again, and the cold light in his eyes almost shot through the paper man directly. Ji Xuan'er really already knew his identity, only the nose of the demon clan would be extremely sensitive, but this did not mean that they were happy to do the kind of thing that only a hound would do.