readx;? Su Mengyu responded, and followed Ling Xiaoye's pace and walked to the entrance of the cave together. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I saw that outside the entrance of the cave, it was pitch black, but after a cursory probing with my divine thoughts, I could still feel that the snow was drifting and the cold wind was blowing.

Ling Xiaoye naturally knew this, he said: "Take advantage of the good night to travel, you used to like this." ”

"Really?"

Su Mengyu's big eyes blinked, a little disbelieving.

Ling Xiaoye stopped talking nonsense, and asked, "Although you have lost your memory, the exercises you have learned have formed an instinct, and you should still be able to fly." If you don't dare, I can fly on your back!"

When Su Mengyu heard that Ling Xiaoye was going to carry her, her face changed and she became a little shy.

She knew that she was a girl, and she must be a little unable to let go of this young man, and hugging and hugging made her a little resistant.

However, she thought about it, now that it was freezing and she had lost her memory, it was still a question whether the exercises could be performed, so she could only acquiesce.

Ling Xiaoye probably saw Su Mengyu's embarrassment, so he gave a step and said, "It's okay, you try it first, can you float your body up by controlling the jet of Zhenyuan." If not, I can still give you a hand, don't worry. ”

With Ling Xiaoye's words, Su Mengyu plucked up his courage and jumped lightly from the hole halfway up the mountain, according to what Ling Xiaoye said, as well as some of his own instinctive techniques, he was really able to float.

It's just that she didn't fly far enough before she felt herself start to fall.

Ling Xiaoye had already quietly passed behind her at this time, grabbed her waist, and brought her back up: "Okay, it seems that your ability to fly can't be remembered for the time being." I'll take you first, don't worry, it won't hurt you. ”

Ling Xiaoye emphasized several times that he would not cause harm to Su Mengyu, not because he was weak or wanted to deceive Su Mengyu, but that he really needed to comfort Su Mengyu.

After all, a person has amnesia, that is a matter worthy of sympathy, and this person is still Su Mengyu, a very important person in his heart.

So being slapped by Su Mengyu, Ling Xiaoye really didn't hold a grudge at all, because he understood that it was just a defensive means for Su Mengyu, and it didn't have too deep a meaning.

With Su Mengyu with him, Ling Xiaoye was still able to fly with ease.

The main thing is that the pale black True Yuan wings behind him are three times larger than when the Soul Sea Realm was first condensed before, and they are two zhang long!

This is due to the 10,000 pulse eyes and eleven pulse seals condensed during this time, while absorbing a large amount of spiritual power, it is converted into mana, and the true yuan is continuously released, which is enough for him to fly for three days and three nights.

If it is other martial artists of the same realm, it is estimated that most of the day will need to come down and rest. Because they can only absorb first and then transform, and cannot do it synchronously, they can only fly by relying on the true elements of existence.

Once the true element is consumed too much, and the replenished true element is not enough, then there is no choice but to stop.

Ling Xiaoye was already proud of the martial artists of the same realm based on this alone, the speed of his flight was fast, and it was so long-lasting, and he was really unstoppable when he flew.

Soon, after flying for most of the night, they flew first over the wooded peaks, then over a snow-covered plain.

"North Pine Snowfield, we should be back here!"

After Ling Xiaoye flew for a while, he said to Su Mengyu.

Su Mengyu's current memory is basically impossible to remember, so she actually doesn't understand what Ling Xiaoye says, so she can only nod.

At this time, the sky was already slightly bright, and they could see the distant scene clearly with their naked eyes without using their minds.

The vast earth, covered with snow, and everywhere there is a cold and freezing situation, let alone a human figure, even if it is a trace of birds, it is impossible to find it.

Ling Xiaoye said as he flew: "The sky is full of snow, I can't see the sunrise and sunset, I can't tell the direction, I can only try my luck to see if anyone is passing by, and ask for it to be sure." ”

"That's also, without map guidance, and if you don't know the place, it's really a bit difficult. ”

Su Mengyu is now being carried by Ling Xiaoye, so she can only be comforted like this.

It didn't take long for the two of them to fly a short distance, and Ling Xiaoye's speed slowed down, and he said, "There is someone's breath in front!"

When Su Mengyu heard this, she said happily: "Okay, I finally found someone to ask for directions!"

"That's what you said, but didn't you sense the breath in front of you, is it fighting?"

Ling Xiaoye said with a straight face, looking at the front with a somewhat dignified expression.

This is not that Ling Xiaoye is afraid of seeing people fighting, on the contrary, he wants to see people, but in this sensed aura, there is actually the aura of a familiar person!

In Yuanjing City, or if he is so big, except for the hundreds of people up and down the Qinglan Gate now, he really doesn't have a few people he knows.

Nowadays, on this endless snowfield, the chance of meeting acquaintances is honestly very small, but it is such a coincidence.

Moreover, it was not just an acquaintance, Ling Xiaoye seemed to have sensed two other familiar breaths!

Now in Ling Xiaoye's heart, there was an indescribable feeling, and immediately, he said to Su Mengyu: "Then let's go over and see the excitement!"

"Okay!"

Su Mengyu agreed.

Ling Xiaoye carried Su Mengyu on his back and quickly flew towards the place where the battle took place.

In less than a cup of tea, Ling Xiaoye slowed down his speed, and then swept it with his divine thoughts, and at this moment, the breath of these people had clearly appeared in his mind.

The image of a woman came to his mind, and it was Shen Yingying, who he met on the Floating Holy Island, the daughter of the city lord of Yunluo City!

How could she be here now? Could it be that she didn't leave after the closure of the Floating Holy Island?

And the other two aura figures were also displayed in Ling Xiaoye's mind - the so-called patrol envoy Lord Luo Xing, and his lackey, the commander of the mafia bandits!

A smile appeared on Ling Xiaoye's face at this time, and he whispered, "It's too good for these two people to appear!"

As Ling Xiaoye and Su Mengyu approached, the battle situation was unobstructed in front of the two of them:

Shen Yingying was in the middle of a group of core disciples wearing the inner gate of the Rain Soul Palace, and was fighting with a group of martial artists led by Lord Luo Xing.

Swords and swords, spells fly, and the battlefield stretches for a mile.

From time to time, someone let out a scream, and then fell from mid-air, and the land was as white as snow, stained with blood.