Tong Yue looked at Ling Yu and said to Lang De: "I have been to the Heavenly Burial Pit, which is also north of the Great Wilderness of Hubei. Tong Yue smiled and looked at Ling Yu and said: "Work hard, your fists are hard, if you don't speak, no one will dare to provoke you, revenge is just around the corner, I will help you when the time comes, don't take Langde's matter to heart, this is Batson's idea." ”

Ling Yu nodded silently.

Jin Ling'er sneered: "What are you afraid of them, if you can't do it, who is afraid of whom?" I think who dares to move a finger of Ling Yu?! Today, I've given Langde enough face, and I'll come back to trouble in the future, and see if I don't break his legs! ”

Ling Yu was thinking in her heart, why would this girl say such a thing? It's only been a few days since we've known each other, and that's what stands with us? Tong Yue glanced at her meaningfully: "Of course I'm afraid of them, you can protect him for a while, and you can protect him for a lifetime?" ”

Jin Ling'er snorted coldly and said, "Anyway, no one can hurt him until he is strong enough." From today onwards, I will follow Ling Yu! ”

Tong Yue suddenly stopped and looked at Jin Ling'er with a smile.

"Huh? Follow? Ling Yu's face flushed, but his brows furrowed slightly. He didn't want a girl younger than himself to protect him, and he really didn't know where this little girl came from.

Back in the dormitory, Ling Yu didn't say anything to Zhao Dashan. Throughout the afternoon, Ling Yu had a feeling of uneasiness, trying to meditate on his weapon, only practicing for more than an hour, and then he had no intention of practicing again.

He took out two Tang knives and carefully compared them. Now he already knew that the name of the white Tang knife was Jing Chen, and the combat power of the two was basically the same in terms of his current strength, both were extremely hard, but the nightmare was not as eye-catching as Jing Chen, and Ling Yu still didn't know the origin of these two ancient knives at all.

He was convinced that these two ancient knives would inevitably become his most proud weapons. He had tried to hold the knife with both hands, but he was not used to it, and he had to use two field energy strikes for each of his moves, and now he could only use one.

He sighed and put the knife away again.

Thinking of Jin Ling'er, he always felt that this woman's behavior and words were a little strange, but he couldn't say anything for a while. It's just an acquaintance with Jin Ling'er, and there are hundreds of Silver Star powerhouses in the academy, why do you have to protect yourself alone? Could it be that it has something to do with my father? But at her age, it is impossible to see her father, let alone in this case, why did she judge the same as now when she saw her for the first time in Yunxi Town?

In the past ten days, has something happened? Ling Yu's head suddenly buzzed: Could it be that he was promoted two levels one after another?! The other Ling Yu couldn't think of what was going on anymore. He stood up suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly into two thin slits, and slowly looked out the window, Ling Yu confirmed that the promotion of two levels in a row was the reason why Jin Ling'er wanted to protect himself. This girl is not as simple as she seems!

Shortly after dinner, in the dormitory, Zhao Dashan was already snoring.

Lying on the bed, there is a light breeze blowing outside the window, and the branches of the trees make a "rustling" sound. Inside the Xianluo space, the four seasons are like spring. He thought it was amazing, and he couldn't imagine how this space was formed. Vaguely, he seemed to see his haggard face again, the eyes that were gradually losing their brilliance, looking at him with endless sorrow, so much hope, so much pain.

He rolled over and fell into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, following a white graceful figure, Ling Yu stepped into a secluded valley. A small stream on the left bubbled in the moonlight, shimmering with silver light, like countless small fish constantly jumping and playing. On the right is waist-deep wild grass, stretching as far as the eye can see, stretching all the way to the end of the mountain.

What is this place? Is this a dream? But it feels so real. He thought silently, he bit his finger hard, but he didn't feel any pain, and his heart calmed down slightly. Looking at the wild grass in front of him, dancing with the night wind, the blades of grass flying. He felt a little cold, and there was even more inexplicable panic in his heart.

I tried to run away several times, but as soon as this thought came to mind, it disappeared immediately. Subconsciously, he thought he shouldn't run away, but muster up the courage to follow the white figure.

The white figure was like nothing, always keeping a fixed distance from him. Judging from the figure behind it, I vaguely felt that it seemed to be a woman, with a slender figure, wrapped in a white robe, and the white robe danced with the wind quickly, silently.

He wanted to see the figure's feet, but there seemed to be a hazy mist from the figure down from his waist, and his body was floating lightly in the air half a meter above the ground, and his body did not rise and fall when he took a step.

That's Jin Ling'er! A trace of panic flashed in his heart, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt, it was her, yes, what was she doing? Without waiting for Ling Yu to speak, a gentle and peaceful female voice sounded in his heart:

"Follow me, no one will hurt you." The voice was sweet and soft, full of magnetism, so that Ling Yu could not produce the slightest rejection, this voice made Ling Yu feel unfamiliar, whose voice was it? This is certainly not Jin Ling'er's! That...... She's not Jin Ling'er.

Deep in the valley is layers of white mist, even if the wind blows. The white mist was constantly changing and surging, like a hideous-looking beast, curling and rising in the valley.

The thin white figure pierced through the white mist without hesitation. Ling Yu hesitated slightly, and suddenly felt that in the dark night, several pairs of eyes were watching his every move, all of which made him feel so uneasy.

"Follow me, no one will hurt you." The female voice sounded again, as if the same recording was playing, without the slightest change.

Ling Yu seemed to be under the peep of countless pairs of eyes, and rushed into the mist with that white figure. There seemed to be a wind whirring through the fog, and his face was as cold and damp as if he had been sprayed with cold water, and a fishy smell like ozone after thunder and lightning filled his nostrils.

At this moment, Ling Yu saw two faint red lights in the fog, which were constantly flickering with the rolling clouds, and a sound from far and near hit him, like the sigh of the tide, like the roar of a group of beasts, and like a breeze. He felt a slight dizziness, and his heart was startled, and he quickly stopped and looked around alertly.

Everything around him was wrapped in a thick fog, through which he saw the bare and rough sandstone, faintly forming a straight cliff that jutted into the haze of the heights. The white figure slowly stopped, and seemed to turn its head to peek at him. When he raised his eyes, the white shadow seemed to stand still.

"Let's go, there's no danger." The female voice sounded faintly in his heart, without a trace of emotional waves.

He continued to move forward with the white figure, and suddenly, the sky was bright, the fog cleared in front of him, and the surrounding scene gradually became clear.

He stood in a wide, dry channel, surrounded by pebbles and layers of sand. The scarlet sandstone on the shore was as straight as a knife to the sky, and the sky was not as blue as expected, but grayish white with no sunlight visible.

At the end of the river in front of us, two quaint stone gates fifty meters high were tightly closed. Dozens of giants more than three meters tall stood on both sides of the ancient river like sculptures, dressed in jet-black armor, holding double-edged mountain axes, with hideous faces, like gods guarding the door, as if waiting for something.

Standing on the uneven river, Ling Yu looked at the white figure in front of him. Although the figure was a little faint, the white clothes dancing with the breeze could still feel the presence of that person. Suddenly, he felt the sound of footsteps behind him. Turning his head secretly, a faint black shadow slowly floated past him, dressed like the white shadow in front of him, but much taller and stronger. Behind him, a teenager of his age followed closely.

The young man was dressed in a dark blue sweatshirt and white sneakers, his eyes were empty, his expression was blank, and he followed the black shadow in front of him inch by inch.

Then, seven or eight more men and women, from the dense fog behind them, came out expressionlessly, all of them of the same age as themselves, like clay sculptures and wood sculptures, lifeless. In front of each of them, white or black, there is a faint figure leading them.

Everyone stood about fifty meters away from the big stone gate, as if waiting for something, motionless.

There was a dead silence in the entire river, even the sound of the wind seemed to have stopped, and the atmosphere was extremely strange.

Obscure language, sounding from nowhere, reverberated over the entire valley. The voice was rapid and slow, very rhythmic, Ling Yu felt that it was a unique language, the voice was calm and sonorous, as if it was expressing a tenacious determination and spirit, but he couldn't understand a word.

The two gates at the end of the ancient river channel suddenly opened, like muffled thunder. A brilliant golden glow erupted from inside the door, illuminating the ancient riverbed, and pebbles of various sizes dragged long shadows and shone with dazzling golden light.

The majestic bell rang suddenly, one after another, as if opening a ceremony, and like a kind of declaration, the long and long bell sounded reminiscent of the Zen temple and Buddhist temple. The quaint and old language echoed in the sky again, as always.

There were ten tall figures, walking out of the gate with the golden light, these tall giants, the size was similar to the guards outside, but they were like the bronze armor guards in the Xianluo Warrior Academy, wearing only a small amount of gold armor to cover the important parts of the body, the color of the bare skin was like copper, the muscles were bulging, and the blood vessels were intertwined.

They held golden spears in their hands, and they stood on either side of the gate, like ten mighty golden steels. The identity of these gold-armored guards seemed to be much higher than the black-armored guards guarding the ancient river channel, and as soon as they appeared, the black-clothed armor soldiers on both sides took two steps back.

Looking at his face, Ling Yu couldn't help but be taken aback, the faces of these golden armorers were all angry, extremely hideous, and ugly. The two guards actually stretched out two snow-white fangs from their mouths, just like the legendary Vajra Heavenly God!

When the golden-armored guards stood up one after another, the people who had been standing for a long time began to follow the figures in front of them, slowly walking towards the gate. The white figure in front of Ling Yu also began to move forward slowly.