On the official road where the cold wind was howling, a caravan composed of dozens of cars and horses slowly moved forward, and there were two Tianyuan realm warriors in front and behind the caravan.

In the middle, dozens of martial artists from the Earth Yuan Realm accompanied them, all of them cautiously looking at the dense jungle in all directions.

In the caravan, Lin Huang was dressed in coarse linen clothes, black and thin, with a cold wind on his head, sitting in front of the frame, waving his whip and whipping the horses fiercely.

In the car behind him, wisps of refreshing fragrance came from time to time.

The owner of this caravan is naturally Jia Wanjin, the richest man in the Western Tang Dynasty.

Previously, Lin Huang ordered Wang Fugui to arrange for him to become a member of the escort team, but he was despised by Wang Fugui, and the minimum requirement for others to recruit guards was at least the Diyuan realm.

And Lin Huang is no more than the Eight Heavens of the Human Yuan! Even if he is rich and noble, Lin Huang himself is not angry, and he can't help it.

Fortunately, under Wang Fugui's arrangement, Lin Huang became the coachman of Jia Wanjin's father and daughter.

It had been three days since the caravan left the Western Tang Dynasty, and in the past three days, except for the increasingly bad weather, everyone had not encountered any trouble, which made Lin Huang a little puzzled.

Although Jia Wanjin had already handed over the treasure chest to Xuanyuan Tibing, after all, he was the former owner of the treasure chest, and he had direct contact with the mountains and rivers ancient scrolls, so no matter what, someone should pay attention to his every move.

And in the past three days, Lin Huang has not noticed that anyone is blocking the road or following him, which is too strange. Even if it wasn't for the mountains and rivers ancient scrolls, there should be people who were worried about Jia Wanjin's wealth.

"Changsheng, tell everyone to rest here", when it was close to evening, a woman's sad voice suddenly sounded in the carriage.

"Miss Xuanxuan, it's almost dark, if we don't rush to find the inn, we'll have to stay in the cold wind all night!"

Lin Huang frowned and said, this place is deserted, the surrounding jungle is dense, and it is a good place to kill people and sell goods at a glance. It's not a good idea to rest here.

"My father is not in good health and can't afford to bump it, you told them to double the commission, but today is absolutely not to go again", said the woman in the frame after a moment of silence, although her voice was very gentle, but her attitude was extremely resolute.

Listening to the coughing sound coming from the carriage, Lin Huang shook his head helplessly, and then stopped everyone and camped in place for the night.

After nightfall, after everyone lit a fire to dispel the chill in the air, Javangin and his daughter stepped out of the carriage and ate something.

In the night, the firelight curled, reflecting the two people with withered faces a little red. Jia Xuanxuan was dressed in a faint purple dress, her eyebrows were picturesque, but her clear face was a little pale and sad, which made people pity.

Although Jia Wanjin was slightly fat, he could also see that his body was rapidly emaciated during this time, and even showed high cheekbones, his face was withered, and he covered his mouth and coughed from time to time.

The sudden encounter with a catastrophe made both of them have a trace of sadness on their faces, looking at the wind and snow falling in the night, quite sad.

"Master Jia, Miss Xuanxuan, it's cold outside, you better go back to the carriage early to rest, we can do it here", a middle-aged bearded man said loudly, staring at Jia Xuanxuan with brass bell-like eyes without a trace.

Lin Huang didn't notice this, he sat around the fire, leaning against a stone and pretending to sleep, but he always paid attention to every move around him.

Although the surroundings seemed to be calm, Lin Huang did not dare to relax his vigilance at all. This stems from instinct and caution after being chased and killed by Liu Cangsheng for ten years.

In the world of martial artists, no one knows what will happen in the next moment. is like Jia Wanjin, one moment he was rich and all over the world, and the next moment his family was ruined.

The night in winter was cold and silent, except for the night watchman, the rest of the people slept around the fire, but Lin Huang never let go of his heart, even though there were martial artists of the Tianyuan realm pressing the formation, but he only believed in himself.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that Lin Huang suddenly opened his eyes......

Lin Huang's figure was motionless, but his cold gaze was looking into the void, and in the depths of the falling wind and snow, there was a blood-colored shadow.

Ordinary people can't see it at all, and even if they do, they won't pay attention.

And Lin Huang could find that he was only born with extreme sensitivity to danger, and he felt the peeping from the air, and the feeling of being peeped at made people feel cold all over his body.

And when Lin Huang looked at the blood shadow in the void, the shadow seemed to have a pair of blood-colored eyes, staring at Lin Huang from afar, and a seeping aura followed.

Lin Huang's complexion changed drastically, and he quickly closed his eyes. I only felt that there was an extremely evil force pouring into my body, and I was rampage towards the depths of my sea of consciousness.

"Soul Technique!"

Lin Huang exclaimed in his heart, and hurriedly guarded his mind and resisted the power of the soul. However, with the current strength of the forest wilderness, it is difficult to compete with it, and the power of the soul is like entering the realm of no one, and gradually occupying the sea of knowledge of the forest wilderness with the momentum of destroying the withering and decaying.

Even if he was leaning against the fire, Lin Huang was cold all over, and once he was completely overtaken by the power of the dementor, he would completely become a puppet that could be manipulated by others.

Just when Lin Huang was about to collapse on the whole line, the martial soul in the Xuanhai suddenly trembled, and a domineering force went towards the power of the soul.

Lin Huang's spirit was shaken, and with the power of the martial soul, he made every effort to resist the power of the invading soul. Then the vitality turned, following behind the ass of the power of Shura, like a mad wild dog, chasing and killing the power of the soul.

For half an hour, Lin Huang breathed a sigh of relief, his whole body was already soaked with sweat, and he couldn't help but be a little afraid when he remembered the scene just now. With only a few breaths left, he is about to become a puppet, and he simply has the existence of the Heavenly Shura Martial Soul.

Martial Soul Heavenly Shura, can slash all the power that enters the body!

Feeling the pure power that the soul dementor was devoured by the Heavenly Shura and transformed into pure power, Lin Huang smiled blankly, "Is this a blessing in disguise?"

Just now, he actually used the power of the soul to loosen the entrance of the Nine Heavens of the Human Yuan.

In the dark night, Lin Huang quietly opened his eyes and looked cautiously into the void again, only to find that the blood shadow had disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared at all.

Then Lin Huang swept his gaze to the people around him, his heart was full of vigilance, since that blood shadow could deceive himself, then among these people, was there anyone who had been dementored by the blood shadow and turned into a puppet?

Thinking of this, Lin Huang was completely energetic, he was just a martial artist of the Yuan Eight Heavens, and now he was afraid that he was already in the blood cave.

Then Lin Huang wondered again, who controlled that blood shadow, and what did he want from the Jia family and daughter?

In the long night, Lin Huang sighed softly...... He seems to be looking for trouble, and he was originally in danger from the four major sects, and now he is also involved in the affairs of the mountains and rivers ancient scrolls.

A peaceful night!

At dawn, the caravan hit the road again, heading for the Blood Triangle. Facing the tranquility of last night, many people breathed a sigh of relief, and the vigilance in their hearts relaxed a lot, only Lin Huang really couldn't relax, last night's danger was still vivid, and now he didn't dare to sleep if he wanted to.

In the blink of an eye, everyone had left the Western Tang Dynasty for ten days.

The ten days were smooth and there was nothing happening, which made everyone relax their vigilance, originally thought it was a chore, but in fact, except for the wind and snow, there was no danger.

Together with Jia Xuanxuan, who has rarely shown up, she has relaxed a lot, and she can squeeze out a smile on her face from time to time. However, Jawankin's physical condition is deteriorating. Looking at his appearance, if it weren't for the entrance of the daily supplement, I am afraid that it would be difficult to survive the bumps along the way.

"Father, did you really give the treasure chest to Xuanyuan Tibing?"

In the carriage, Jia Xuanxuan's gentle voice sounded. In the past few days, the father and daughter have rarely spoken, and every time they have consciously or unintentionally avoided the treasure chest.

"What if you don't give it to him? That's Xuanyuan raising soldiers, today's myth in the world, even if my father is rich in the world, how can he fight this world's first martial artist!"

Jia Wanjin said weakly.

"But the one hundred and eighty-three lives of my Jia Mansion are counted like this. The situation of the Jia family today is all due to the ancient scrolls of the mountains and rivers of his Xuanyuan family!"

Jia Xuanxuan said faintly, a beautiful and melancholy smile full of resentment. Such a family is ruined, and the hatred is overwhelming, even if it is a gentle and kind woman, her heart is full of hatred.

"Xuanxuan, my father is old, I just hope that our family can be safe and secure in the future, don't think about revenge, we can't fight them", Jia Wanjin sighed with a sad face, and there seemed to be endless differences in his heart, "I don't want to send black-haired people to white-haired people for my father."

Outside the carriage, Lin Huang listened to the conversation between the two, and his thoughts were complicated.

This is the helplessness of the weak, in this world where martial arts are respected, no matter how rich you are, you are still rich in the world, and in front of the powerful martial arts forces, you are so humble that it is not worth mentioning.

Obviously, Xuanyuan Tibing has an inextricable relationship with Jia Wanjin and the ancient scrolls of mountains and rivers. It seems that in Jia Xuanxuan's eyes, the slaughter of Jiafu was done by Xuanyuan.

And for this, Jia Wanjin did not refute it in the slightest.

However, what Jia Wanjin said just now, 'We can't fight them', let Lin Huang grab something, Jia Wanjin said "them" instead of "him".

It can be inferred from this that it was either one party or Xuanyuan who killed Jiafu Manmen, and it was not only Xuanyuan who raised troops.

And if Xuanyuan raised troops to kill Jiafu, why did he need the help of others?

It's a paradox!

"Maybe there's something else going on here!"

Outside the carriage, Lin Huang remembered the mysterious blood shadow he had encountered a few days ago, and secretly speculated, "If it weren't for Xuanyuan's troops, then there should be a mysterious force in the Eastern Spirit Realm!"

"They killed Jiafu, it must be for the sake of the mountains and rivers ancient scrolls. Do they know the true secrets of the Scrolls?"

......

While Lin Huang was pondering, the caravan suddenly stopped, the fierce horse neighed, and the surrounding people were also full of vigilance.

Lin Huang raised his head, only to see the Xiongguan in front of him rising dangerously, like the bloody mouth opened by a creeping giant beast, and the entire Xiongguan stood in the miserable wind and snow, quite a group of Xiao Suo killing!

And above that pass, several figures stood indifferently in the wind, and the powerful aura around them made the snow not touch, and their expressions were indifferent, looking down condescendingly at the caravan coming below......

(End of chapter)