"What the hell is the place, sister, let's go out!" Zixin's palms trembled slightly, and there were some trills between her words, she had never seen such a strange and dangerous scene.

Zitong grabbed her sister's hand tightly and comforted her silently.

After a while, the arrows gradually decreased, and of course, the four of them were more or less hit. It is strange that such a sharp arrow has no arrow, and although it is a sharp pain when it hits a person, there is no wound.

What the hell are these monsters doing? This is the question in everyone's heart, and although they are attacked, they are not killed.

The rain of arrows finally stopped, and the yellowish bonfire was almost extinguished, and the danger of the battle was still visible in the broken arrows that were scattered all over the ground. Leng Evil and Thunder held Sen Leng's long sword in their hands, their spiritual sense was released, and their eyes wandered vigilantly in every darkness around them.

The most terrifying thing is not how strong an opponent you are, but that you have no idea what kind of danger awaits you at all.

The strange sound of the clatter became clearer and denser, and it seemed that there were many dark shadows approaching this side.

What the hell is this? All four of them had this question in their hearts.

Thunder was so bold that he picked up a half-lit torch and threw it into the darkest place.

"Ah~" The moment when the faint firelight illuminated the darkness, Zixin's eyes widened in horror and let out a scream, and she threw herself into Zitong's arms in a panic, as if she would never see such a scene again.

On the other hand, the others also stood aside in shock, and with Zixin's frightened cry, they all looked solemn and frightened.

What kind of scene is that!

In the tiny space illuminated by the firelight, strange and terrifying grimaces gathered, and the corners of their mouths seemed to have a cruel smile, looking at them coldly, which made people's scalps tingle.

Zitong forced her composure and patted Zixin's back gently, just like coaxing her to sleep countless times when she was a child, she was three years older than Zixin, this sister was almost what she watched grow up, no matter what the situation, she would protect her.

Thinking about it, Zitong actually gave birth to a kind of fearless courage, and at most he died. Everyone in the world is afraid of things that look like evil ghosts, but the description is a little more infiltrating, making people imagine countless abilities that ordinary people can't reach, in fact, what can it do to me? At most, it is only one death, and if you are not even afraid of death, what is there to fear in the world?

It is true that on top of fear, there are emotions that people cherish more, and such emotions make people fearless. Although, after many years, such emotions may become unrecognizable.

Leng Xie didn't care with a face, even a ghostly figure like the right envoy was working under him, what was a few grimaces? He wanted to break out and try it, and the blood that had been silent for nearly twenty years seemed to ignite at that moment.

Except for the strange cry, the forest is infinitely quiet.

The thin evening breeze slightly rolled up the corners of the cold and elegant moon-white clothes, adding a trace of courage and domineering to look at death as home.

Suddenly, it seems that something is getting closer and closer this way.

Leng Xie was vigilant. The moonlight was blocked behind the dense foliage, and it was pitch black on all sides.

Through a strange angle, a trace of cold moonlight was reflected on the cold evil sword through the barriers. Clearly see the nearest grimace in the distance in front of me.

The shadow moved with him, and the cold evil suddenly jumped up, swept behind the black shadow like a swift wind, and the sword rose and fell, and the grimace rolled down like a round ball.

It just landed at Zixin's feet.

"Ah~" another exclamation.

"Coward!" Thunder spoke sarcastically, picking up the ball with one hand.

It's a monkey? The face is indeed a little weird.

However, at the moment when the monkey died, there was a riot in the forest, and dense black shadows embraced it. Although I knew that it was a monkey, such a strange face and such a huge base really scared everyone.

At this time, Zixin also calmed down. The two sisters each wielded a short knife, and their hands slashed at many black shadows that tried to get closer.

And the black shadow came from all over the place as if it could not be killed. What caused their riot, could it be that it was the Monkey King who had just been killed by the cold evil? It's too late to think about this now, although they don't have any lethality, but with such a huge number, I'm afraid they will fall before they are killed!

"It's not okay to go on like this, let's kill and retreat!" Leng Xie said in a deep voice, his voice was muffled for fear that he was injured, after all, his dark shadow was the densest.

The four of them covered each other, fighting and retreating. In a panic, he was busy choosing a way, and he chose a direction and just buried his head and walked forward.

It was pitch black on a moonlit night, stepping on thick dead leaves, and the feet were fluttering, as if they could fall at any moment. All kinds of grass cut the arm painfully, and I don't know how many wounds were added.

However, they only try their best to run forward, and it seems that only ahead is the goal of their life.

With a bang, Zixin stepped on a smooth dead branch under her feet, and fell to the ground coldly, "No, I can't run!" Her voice had become weeping, as if she was pleading with her sister.

Zitong hurriedly helped her up, at this time everyone's physical strength had been exhausted, and they had not eaten since they entered the dense forest yesterday, and they were even more hungry and cold.

Fortunately, the piles of black shadows behind did not follow, as if they were blocked by something, and they disappeared behind at some point.

The night was silent again.

It was heavy, and everyone began to take a nap, and they were tired when they thought about it!

Only Zitong can't sleep, is he too reckless? She thought to herself. This time she came out, it was originally an experience, they Danqiong can never tolerate mediocre and inactive people, if she doesn't make some achievements, how will she go back to face the master, elders! But now, before I even saw the shadow of the ancient tomb, I almost dragged my sister to death......

Zitong rested on a thick tree trunk in his hand, and his eyes looked ahead in a daze, not so much ahead as the endless night. In such a place, there is no difference between opening and closing your eyes, and it is so dense that even the moonlight cannot patronize it! It's just pitch black, like the bottom of an endless abyss, and you can't see anything.

Suddenly, a green light bean slowly rose from the ground, full of light green light, like a firefly.

However, fireflies mostly grow in warm, moist reeds, which should be rare in such dense forests.

The light bean flew like that, freely, joyfully, like an elf in the dark night. It is indeed so beautiful, it is the only scenery in this ink-stained night.

Then the points of light gradually increased, from one, to two...... From two, to four...... It seems to be endless, and it is constantly emerging from the ground with thick dead leaves.

Such a dream-like scene is really beautiful, making people forget all the troubles just now, and want to indulge in the dream like this, never wake up.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Zitong's mind, and something suddenly came to mind. "The streamer dances to the fairy mountain pass, and the water hole of the stone gate of the immortal mansion is opened", the old man who gave himself the secret record of Cloud City finally chanted these two poems.

Streamer? Is this a streamer?