Returning to the beginning of the hook lips, although these three are not as good as the Nanling Chu family, they are everyone.

The background is rich, and the disciples are spread over countless regions, and it is very time-consuming to assemble them.

So this trip is only part of the family elite.

But if a family loses its family decision-makers and elite disciples, it is not much different from destroying the family.

Let alone......

Gui Chu chuckled, the anger in his eyes instantly dissipated, and he nodded his chin towards Yun Huang.

"By the way, you haven't told me yet, who are you going to save?"

Yun Huang turned his head, a smile in his eyes.

"One...... Stunning beauty, beauty saves heroes, this is a good show. ”

Gui Chu glared at him, blushing a little uncomfortably

"Less nonsense!"

Ahem, she is a married woman and a serious family.

"Okay, I won't tease you, do you know where the rest of the kilometers outside this cloud and smoke peak are?"

"Where?"

Yun Huang pursed his lips, his voice gloomy.

"Sword Mountain Sword Tree - Qingyun Mountain ......"

The so-called "sword mountain and sword tree" cannot be climbed by those who have no light skills.

This is the reason why only elite disciples came this time.

If you want to have a "wheel war", I am afraid that those people have already ended up in pieces before they reach the top of the mountain.

The magnificent mountains embedded in the sky are the majestic state of the moats and valleys.

Since the end of the bright sunshine on the horizon, the gloomy skylight without starlight has passed, arrogantly and domineeringly setting up a haze for this layer of mountains and peaks.

A "blood curtain" in this mountain stretches silently.

Chu Liyang still had a cold face, standing on the flat ground with his sword in his hand.

The loud and small breathing sounds that came from all around, those breaths that were difficult to hide but could not be helped.

In his opinion, there is some irony.

There was a cave behind him, ordinary.

The entrance to the cave was no more than a half-height and was lined with large stones on both sides.

But there was something strange about the stone—the blood was fiery red like a flame, and it was a little oozing in the cold moonlight.

Slowly went inside to listen to the movement, and faintly heard the sound of water falling to the stone wall and dripping rapidly.

One by one, not too loud, but very long.

The cave was very dark, and when you looked through the hole, it was endless black.

Accompanied by the rhythm of water droplets, a strange breeze blew slowly, and there was a bit of a loud and muffled sound.

The cracks in the stone walls are smooth and clean, there are no weeds, no moss, only fiery red gravel of all colors.

Perhaps sensing the slowly surging crisis, the candlesticks on the surrounding walls suddenly lit up, illuminating the entire cave and removing a lot of coldness and coldness.

Something intriguing is that in the middle of the cave, a fiery red stone stands still.

To say that it is stone is actually inaccurate.

Because there is no kind of stone that is fiery red but cold to the bone, it is a mysterious stone that completely dissolves the contradiction between ice and fire.

It is transparent and can glimpse the mystery inside.

It was an ink-colored figure covered in fire, and the raging fire could not hide the innate nobility and coldness on his body.

He was trapped in the fire, like a phoenix waiting for Nirvana.

It only takes one moment, when he breaks free from the shackles, he can soar into the sky and shock the nine heavens.

As if disturbed, the black eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Ice and fire were not disturbed by this small sound, but at the entrance of the cave, a terrifying sword aura pierced the sky, waking up the sound.