Ji Xuan'er knew what Leng Erdao was thinking, so he patiently explained: "The taste of Linghu, your nose should know, if you also want to find her quickly, please condescend to it." The tone was sincere, but it sounded like he was trying to coax a hound to take back its prey.

The cold light in Leng Erdao's eyes went out and gathered, gathered and extinguished, very vividly highlighting what kind of struggle his heart had experienced, and finally, I saw him take out a silk handkerchief from his arms, throw it, and spread it on a fairly clean open space in front of him, and then bent down, prostrate himself, stretched his neck, sniffed vigorously on the floor, and then changed to another channel, so that the four passages were surveyed back and forth, and the paper man Ji Xuan'er was like an unscrupulous overseer, floating around with him.

Finally, Leng Erdao stood up from the ground and said towards the western passage: "This way." Then he strode forward, regardless of whether Ji Xuan'er followed or not.

The two of them walked along the cold and rancid Yongdao for a while, and the small blue flame on Leng Erdao's fingers served as a torch all the way, and after walking about a hundred meters, the Yongdao suddenly turned 90 degrees to the right, and the two went all the way down.

Leng Erdao couldn't help but have some questions, and asked, "What's going on with the corpses along the way?" How could there be such a place on the White Snow Ridge? ”

Ji Xuan'er looked at his willingness to act as a hound just now, and explained to him very patiently: "After the ancient war, the demon clan was destroyed, and the demon clan and the ghost clan were expelled, but that was only able to be withdrawn, and those who remained on the battlefield full of corpses, there were still some that could not be withdrawn in time, and they could not be allowed to stay in the world, so the divine consciousness of the phoenix divine bird also set up this evil suppression array before it dissipated, imprisoning the demons and demons left in the world for ten thousand years, however, this evil suppression array was just a space carved out by spells, In this space, they are all free to move, it can be regarded as a three-way place, as for those corpses, I think it was caused by the three clans locked up here killing each other, and to this day, they probably don't have many left. ”

Leng Erdao heard these words, clenched his fists, if they hadn't been sent to the wasteland at the beginning, would the whole clan have faced such an end? What determined the fate of their race to be like this?

"Be careful!"

Ji Xuan's ears shouted, and a piece of sword qi golden light swept out of the paper man's body, and with a "hiss", after the sound of the sword splitting the raw meat, an arm that was so thin that only bones were left fell in front of Leng Erdao's eyes.

Leng Erdao came back to his senses at this time, opened the folding fan in his hand, and slapped a black shadow that rushed over and fell directly to the moss-covered wall, and then the black shadow slid down the wall to the ground, leaving a pool of black blood on the wall.

I saw that the only remaining claw of the black shadow pinched the shoulder of the severed arm, as if he had figured out how strong the enemy in front of him was from the collision just now, and he was as weak as an ant at the moment, so he cowered in the corner in fear, and even the eyes that had no upper and lower eyelids, only two protruding green beads were full of fear.

"Since you know you're scared, it's time to ask." Ji Xuan'er, the paper man, fluttered twice in the air and began his interrogation.