See the fear of the mountain, see the law mountain, see the green mountain, and see the secluded mountain.

Xu Zi'an was depressed about the ubiquitous mountains, but after being depressed, he suddenly remembered that if it was just a mountain, he could also try to cut down the mountain.

Like Shen Li's coquettish cut down all kinds of mountains like that night.

In the riverside meadow that no one knows about Nandaoling, it is still early in twilight, and there will be no infinitely good sunset between the flowers and grass and the fallen leaves, let alone a bleak sunset with nowhere to say.

However, there was a blue frost.

The green frost is the green frost condensed in the Luo River, the chill that breaks through the heaven and the earth, the ice silk that knots on the secluded mountain, and the incomparably cold knife intent of the young man.

There was no water in the frost, but it was so cold, and there was determination in it, just like Xu Zi'an's indomitable hand at this time.

Although there is no cold in the frost, it is more gloomy and cold, and there is firmness in the cold, just like Xu Zi'an's increasingly bright eyes at this time.

The young man's expression was focused and serious, and even very calm.

Because of self-confidence, and calm.

There is no circulation of true yuan in his body, although Shen Li has opened up another world with the dark stone, and the fog in his consciousness has also been dispersed by the grace of the old man of Qingye Division, and he is slowly waiting for the Tianming fog to go, but he really has no time to experience the mystery of the true yuan of that heaven and earth, so in his knife, all he can bring is the extremely sharp knife intent, or the domineering spirit of Shen Li's sword technique.

But, even so, it is still sufficient.

The collision between the tip of the knife and the aper did not emit any earth-shattering thunder that enveloped the four fields, and even the firelight between the collision of the iron tools did not show a few, and in a slightly gloomy environment, it looked very unremarkable.

But it was this prosaic scene that brought a very shocking scene to everyone present.

The mountain cone of Jiuyou Town is a sacred object that the Desolate Clan has worshiped for thousands of years, if it weren't for the fact that Duoduo's identity was too noble and too special, it would be impossible for such a treasure to be brought out of the Desolate Clan's Temple, let alone let Qu He carry it casually.

As one of the holy weapons, the material and powerful aura contained in the mountain cone of Jiuyou Town are undoubtedly the strongest in the world, not to mention Xu Zi'an, who has not yet cultivated, even some great cultivators who have stepped into the middle three realms, and they dare not break it.

The only thing that can break the artifact is the artifact.

It just so happens that the knife in Xu Zi'an's hand is not an artifact, but it is even better!

The awe-inspiring green mangs of the mysterious knife technique, the domineering spirit of Shen Li's last knife, the precise calculation and taking advantage of the situation, such a strong and rigorous knife, what reason is there not to succeed.

The cyan edge on the sealing knife became more and more condensed, gradually thinning like cicada wings, and there was a buzzing sound between the cicada wings echoing in every gap in the scales of the cone, the sound was very subtle, it sounded like the noise of mosquitoes and flies, but if you looked closely, it was not difficult to see that the entire secluded mountain was shaking violently.

Trembling, there was really a trace of stagnation in the secluded mountain.

This strand of time is very short, but it is only in the blink of an eye, and if it is put in a normal way, it may not be possible to complete even a full breath, but at this time, it seems very long, and it is also very important.

This is a turning point and represents the beginning of a tilt in the scales.

In the meadow, deep in the soft mud that no one could see, a young grass that had been crushed and almost collapsed gradually raised its head.

This symbolizes the tenacity of vitality, but also the fact that the pressure in the air is really weak.

Thousands of miles of embankment, collapsed in the anthill.

Duoduo retracted the shock in her eyes, forcibly lifted her mind, her hands were shining, like a burning holy flame, those bright big eyes were less cunning and smiling in the past, but extremely serious, she knew very well that if she couldn't completely burst out the power of Luohetu in this fleeting moment that Xu Zi'an was desperately striving for, then the two of them would never have any possibility of escaping.

She frowned several times, and finally made up her mind.

She looked down at her fingers and found some dirt on their fingertips, so she rubbed them on the hem of her skirt a few times, but the dirt between her fingers was not clean, but it was stained more by the mud of the dress.

"Hey............"

Duoduo looked at the dirty mud on her fingers, thinking about the pain she would have to endure for a while, and her eyebrows, which were innocent but still cute, frowned again, and sighed softly.

It's like a little girl who is afraid of pain.

She was really scared of the pain, but at this time she had to face the pain.

She really didn't want to lose the divine blood in her body that she had saved up in the snowy region with great difficulty, because she wanted to make up for it after losing it............ It's really hard.

You need to climb a lot of mountains, see a lot of people, and suffer a lot.

She is not afraid of hardship, and she likes to play tricks on those people, but she hates climbing mountains, and even hates climbing mountains alone.

It would be nice if the young man in front of him was willing to accompany him, although the young man looked a little dull, but it was better to pass the time with multiple people than to walk alone.

Thinking of this, Duoduo glanced at the ragged boy who was inexplicably rescued again, and a trace of perseverance gradually appeared in his eyes.

That young man didn't have a true element in his body, but he could shake the mountain cone of Jiuyou Town, although the power that this desolate holy weapon could exert in Qu He's hands was very weak, but that young man must have been very difficult to succeed, otherwise those good-looking eyebrows would not have wrinkled so distorted.

The other party is so desperate, he suffers a little, and suffers some pain, what is there?

She carefully put her finger in her mouth, then frowned and bit down hard.

Ten fingers are like shallots, but there is bright red among the shallots, that is the purest bloodline in Duoduo's body, as the fourth princess of the Dali Dynasty, after the holy daughter of the snowy region, her bloodline has enough reason to be proudly on the top of the world.

The blood that exuded a holy light slowly flowed out, the eyebrows were not relaxed, the red lips moved slightly, as if she was saying some of the most ancient, mysterious and runes, and her hands were crossed and folded with each other again, constantly dotting in the water flow in each Luohe god map at a very fast speed, and in every fingertip exchange, there was a simple and mysterious breath trickling out, blending with the Luohe River, the mud and mud rolling in the water gradually became clear, and even the spread of the mist could be seen.

The Luohe map is an idea of the sage, so it will naturally not be a long picture scroll, let alone a bearing or anything like that, but at this time, this broad picture of the gods is like being slowly stretched out by an invisible big hand, and the scene is extremely spectacular.

The channel is widened, the river flowing during the period is more turbulent, the source is different, and the flowing water will not be stopped.

It's endless, trickling.

The water passes over the rocks, and the rocks instantly turn into reefs at the bottom of the river.

The water crosses the mountainside, and half of the secluded mountain turns into an underwater island.

The water level is rising, and the mountains are sinking.

Although the mountain is high, if it is constantly flooded and slapped by the river, there will always be a day when it will fall apart!

Xu Zi'an looked at the mighty scene in the sky, and fell to the meadow with a knife in his hand, the sealing knife in his hand was still manic, as if he was still a little incomprehensible.

The divine water of the Luohe River continued to rush and roar, the sound was like the roar of a dragon, and it was even more like a wild beast roaring, and the entire secluded mountain finally began to crack and separate.

Qu He's eyes were red, and he looked at his hand incredibly.

Regarding this assassination of Her Royal Highness Princess Dali, the high priest has carried out countless divination and evolution, no matter which one of them indicates that Duoduo will die, and even when he first comes out of the jungle, he is ready to welcome his glory.

But all because of the boy.

He was very unwilling and angry, and how much effort and blood he had put in to be entrusted with such a heavy task by the high priest.

Even his soul was betrayed to the Night King.

Could it be that the priest saw that he had taken refuge in the seat of the Night Monarch, so he let himself come here and was killed by the maiden?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his body began to tremble in the same way.

Out of fear, he lowered his head, and then saw the black clothes on his body.

This black robe was given to him by the priest himself, and it represents the highest glory of the barren clan.

But now he was terrified, terrified of another man who was also shrouded in black.

It was the high priest of the temple of the desolate people.

The most mysterious person in the entire wilderness.

The royal bloodline in his body has been exhausted, and the power of the Nine Shadows Town Mountain Cone can no longer be urged, and the Nine Shadows Town Mountain Cone that has lost control continues to devour his blood like a greedy bloodthirsty insect, and those bloodlines are no longer pure black at the beginning, but extremely turbid, like dirty and rotten water in the gutter.

His face grew paler and paler, like a dead man who had been soaked in water for a long time, and began to appear puffy and marked.

He felt a little hot in his chest, and the heat turned hot in the end.

Even the corners of his eyes began to burn.

It was the scorching of the blood that melted into the face.

Dirty blood flowed down his cheeks onto his black clothes, like a dead flower blooming on him.

Qu He stared at the pieces of night flowers on the black clothes on his chest, and a look of absurd and stunned appeared on his blood-covered face.

He slowly sat down in the soft mud of the meadow on the ground, looking at the pus-like blood flowing from his body, and suddenly realized that he should have died in some dark night that no one knew about many years ago.

And in this way, he can live for a long time, not because he escaped from the night, but because he never wanted to open his eyes.

When it opens its eyes, it will be his end