The time spent walking in the night has become blurred, but at least five days and nights have passed since nightfall. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yu Huaji walked along the mountain path towards the other end of the mountain range where the fog was getting thicker and thicker, and as she advanced, the white mist around her fled to the left and right in fear, unwilling to approach the golden sword in her hand.

Crossing a mountain stream and washing her face with the cool water, Yu Huaji's gaze looked at the dark valley floor below the mountain range.

The valley was rather low-lying and looked like a big crater.

Extremely thick clouds and mist rolled in the holes, making it difficult to see the scenery inside.

She was sure that what she was looking for was in the valley, for she could faintly see the black mast peeking out of the clouds.

Although the mast had been broken, because of the height of the bronze ancient ship itself, it still penetrated the layers of white mist and was exposed to the starlight.

Yu Huaji cheered up and felt a little tired, so she sat on the edge of the stream, took off her shoes, and put her plain white and clean little feet into the stream, feeling the feeling of the middle stream washing the soles of her feet.

Along the way, she encountered an unknown skeleton monster, these skeletons must have been extremely excellent cultivators in front of them, and some of them were even wearing Taoist robes that had not completely rotted, which caused her some minor troubles.

Of course, these troubles were not enough to make her feel difficult, and even she only needed a few sword qi to easily kill her, but the sand and dust caused by the battle still made her body a little uncomfortable, and it was naturally best if she could wash it here.

The clean and clear water of the stream wrapped Bai Shengsheng's little feet, and the sound of the water was rattling.

It was a very comfortable feeling, and the girl in red sat there with some comfort and patted the stream with her feet, and at the same time brushed her hair that had been scattered, and lay down on the meadow, as if she had fallen asleep.

After dozens of hours of trekking, even she would feel tired, although her aura was still abundant, but her spirit was quite tired.

So she closed her eyes and rested peacefully.

Suddenly, for some reason, she felt a little uneasy in her heart, and suddenly opened her eyes, but there was nothing around.

The Holy Maiden's sword was inserted into the dirt beside her, and the golden light that could ward off evil spirits slowly spread around, terrifying all the evil things that could exist in the night.

Yu Huaji sat up, put on her shoes, and then looked at the valley floor, deciding that it would be better to go over and find out as soon as possible.

She sensed that the source of her uneasiness was there.

Walking along the mountain road, the sound of footsteps alarmed some birds and beasts.

So approaching the bottom of the valley, in this thick white mist, demon beasts were already quite rare, but the number of ordinary beasts increased, probably because these beasts couldn't perceive the weirdness in the white mist?

Yu Huaji walked forward calmly, her red clothes were incompatible with the white fog around her, and she was quite conspicuous.

There were also footsteps ahead.

Yu Huaji stopped, she looked at the white mist in front of her, as if waiting for something.

It didn't take long for a young man to emerge from the white mist.

The young man had a handsome face, a sickly pale, and long silver-white hair that looked very abnormal.

The style of clothing he wore was very strange, with the feeling of a court dress in the Dongyu Palace, a black dress, a handsome face, and long silver-white hair.

There is also an indescribable grace and luxury.

Even if this young man claimed to be the crown prince of the Dongyu Palace, Yu Huaji probably wouldn't doubt it.

The young man looked at the girl in red in front of him, smiled and said, "Long time no see." ”

Yu Huaji frowned, looked at him vigilantly, and said, "I don't remember seeing you before. ”

The young man said, "I've seen you a long time ago, but it's been so long ago that you can't remember me now. ”

Is that so?

Yu Huaji didn't believe his words, and asked softly, "Who are you?"

She held the hilt of the Holy Maiden's sword, seemingly calm, but it gave people the illusion that the sword would thunder in the next second.

The young man smiled and said, "My name is Ming Heng. ”

Yu Huaji shook her head.

She felt that the man was deceiving herself.

Although she is a little ignorant of the world, it does not mean that she is a simple and stupid little girl.

So she said angrily: "You lied to me, I don't know you at all." ”

The young man named Ming Heng smiled and said, "I didn't lie to you, because this is the case, and you should understand it in the future." ”

His long silver hair fluttered in the breeze, and the sincerity in his eyes was quite obvious, as if he hadn't said the slightest lie.

Yu Huaji looked at him unhappily, frowning, and wondered what was the origin of this person?

Ming Heng looked at her frowning brows, thinking that this was also normal, so he said: "I suggest that you don't continue to go inside, it's very dangerous inside, although I'm not worried about your safety, but as a man, I still need to remind you." ”

With that, Ming Heng bypassed Yu Huaji and walked along the foothills towards the outside of Banfeng Mountain.

The long silver hair disappeared into the thick fog.

Yu Huaji looked at his departing back, watching him gradually disappear into the thick fog, and her beautiful eyebrows were very confused.

The young man named Ming Heng did not have any insignia of the sect on his body, which meant that he should be a lone wanderer and had no background, but for some reason, the temperament exuded by this young man gave people a feeling of high power.

What's the deal with the long silver hair? There is no human nation in the North Sea with such hair color characteristics, right? Could it really be a cultivator from a foreign land, or a human with a special bloodline as legendary?

These questions seem to be impossible to think about for a short time.

Yu Huaji turned her head to look at the bottom of the valley shrouded in thick fog below the mountain range, and decided not to think about the silver-haired man shrouded in mystery just now, and continued to walk towards the depths of the white mist.

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In the depths of Banfeng Mountain, in the extremely thick white mist, under the black night sky, a young man in a scholar's shirt carried a bookcase on his back and walked on the mountain road with a blank expression.

This mountain trail leads directly to the depths of Banfeng Mountain, and the young man in the scholar's shirt walks calmly, his pace is steady, and the small wooden sword tied to his waist sways from side to side with his footsteps, and from time to time he takes out a water bladder from the bookcase and takes a sip, and spends more time on the road.

The night seems to be eternal, he has blurred the concept of time, just sit in the forest when he is a little tired, and kill passing monsters to make game when he is hungry.

Li Molan looked at the thick mist around her, grabbed a pheasant in her hand, washed the guts of the pheasant on the edge of a stream, and then skewered the chicken whole and roasted it on the fire.

He even had some seasoning powder in his bookcase and sprinkled it on the roast chicken, and it didn't take long for the rich aroma to emanate from the roast chicken, and the smell was mouth-watering.

For most cultivators, this trip to the Yubei Tomb was very difficult, especially since there was no such experience in the past, and many people lived a life like drinking blood.

Pampered practitioners don't know the way of life of hunters, they don't know how to wash their prey, and many don't even know what to eat and what not to eat.

In contrast, Li Molan's life is indeed much more comfortable.

The chicken hadn't been roasted yet, but there was a new movement.

About a dozen black figures appeared from the fog, their bodies swaying, like a dozen drunks walking in the fog.

Li Molan was stunned, and said to herself in surprise: "But the fragrance of a roast chicken can actually catch so many hungry cultivators? ”

His expression was a little distressed, thinking that these people were all coming for his roast chicken, and he hesitated to divide them a little?

The people who came certainly didn't come to eat chicken.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call them corpses.

A corpse man walked out of the dense fog and came to Li Molan's body, this corpse man should be dressed as a disciple of the Emperor Dao Sect, but for some reason, his eyes were scattered, his face was hideous, and he was obviously full of life, but he could act like a living thing.

Li Molan looked at the corpse in front of her in shock, thinking that this is not a legendary zombie?

These...... Are they all cultivators who traveled to the tomb of Yubei, why did they all become zombies?

The terrifying existence he had seen in the blockbuster movie in his previous life had now appeared in front of him, and he was surprised, but for some reason he faintly felt a trace of excitement.

Li Molan held the hilt of the thousand-year-old wooden sword, looked at the hideous corpse walking towards him in front of him, and couldn't help but say, slashing horizontally with a sword.

There was a killing sword intent that broke through the air, and the sword qi drove a howling hurricane, and before the corpse could make any movements, it was torn apart by the tumbling sword qi and split into two halves from the middle.

The sword qi did not stop because it tore a corpse man, the fierce sword qi with a sharp sword intent, swept forward and rolled up the ground, if the sword qi became a dragon rolling the grass wall, countless fallen leaves and grass clippings flew colorfully, and two more corpses were completely torn apart, turning into meat and mud on the ground, bursting open, and a place of black blood.

The dense fog was disturbed by the sword qi, and then it gathered again, gathered and dispersed, dispersed and gathered.

The smell of fishy smell spreads to the surroundings, and more corpses gradually appear in the white fog around them, which is very picturesque of zombie siege.

The strength of these corpses is uneven, but if you change to a cultivator, you will basically have the strength in the early stage of the Enlightenment Realm, of course, it is also likely that the strength in front of these corpses is not high, so the combat effectiveness shown after death is even more unbearable.

Li Molan frowned and looked at the black blood escaping from the ground, and said to herself, "It smells so bad...... How can I have an appetite for chicken? ”