"Pong". No dodge, no dodge.

Then came the sound of something falling. Xi Zishi suddenly came back to his senses, as if he was a little panicked, and he didn't want to stay here for a long time, so he immediately picked up the torn box and fled in the direction of the Heavenly Pillar.

Su Beizhi's sword had already lost its accuracy, but it still sliced open the treasure chest on Xi Zishi's shoulder and cut off a piece of Heart Lake meteorite. The thing that just dropped was the corner of the severed Heart Lake meteorite, nearly the size of a palm.

And the apse ravine, after Xi Zishi left, quickly dissipated the hustle and bustle.

The wind and dust have subsided, and the night has not yet passed. The fire in the front hall was only a little faint, and there was not the slightest moonlight or starlight in the sky.

Under the ravine, Wuzi swept the uneven wind and waves. The distant pillar of heaven shone with an eternal light, gentle and heavy, silent.

Leaning on Jue Tongjun's arms, Su Beizhi's strength was empty, coupled with his injury and blood loss, he had fallen into fainting at some point.

Jue Tongjun was in a complicated mood, looking at Su Beizhi, who was injured and unconscious, and his eyes were blurred.

The distant mountains and the night are connected, and the dark shadows flicker in the abyss. The cold wind blew, and then he came back to his senses, first tried to calm down, carefully picked up the subelberry, walked to the edge of the cliff to pick up the fallen meteorite, and turned around and walked towards the Qiongtian Temple.

On the beams of the apse, the dust of the stars was blowing. Swept by the west wind, it drifted towards the Dire that had disappeared without a trace.

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A few days later, the storm has not subsided. There are many masts on the edge of the hanging river, and the waves wafting with floating foam roll with a confused fishy smell.

On the sampan of the fishing boat docked on the shore, jagged river fish are dried. The hull of the ship floated in the rolling water, and the lights of the ship nestled beside the canopy shimmered faintly.

The sky was full of lead ash, and from time to time a light rain fell. There was a faint musty smell wandering through the streets and alleys, and the moss in the corners of the walls seemed to be quite wanton.

The little-known riverside town has added a lot of noisy atmosphere in recent days. The streets are becoming more and more crowded with pedestrians, most of whom are of ill-shaped, like jackals looking for prey.

No matter how much the people of the small town ignore the world, they have heard of such changes. It is rumored that a master has obtained a rare treasure and blew up the main hall of the manager on the side of the Heavenly Pillar. And most of these freaks are plotting against that treasure.

The Nine Owl Shadows have caused chaos in the world, and even if they are temporarily spared, they don't dare to take it lightly. Seeing that these people are not like good people, the people of the small city naturally dare not ask or provoke, and only hope that the master will leave quickly, so that they can really breathe a sigh of relief.

In fact, there are rumors of such rumors in several places. Since the explosion of the Qiongtian Temple that night, there have been frequent reports of the whereabouts of the Black Rain Swordsman in various places, whether it is true or false, no one can know.

Whether it is the Nine Devil Shadow or the seekers and good deeds who are involved in it, the entry of the Black Rain Swordsman has caused a lot of waves.

In a fishing boat on the banks of the Xiaocheng River, two people wearing bamboo hats are each holding a clay bowl, munching on yellow rice and dripping fresh fish.

Without the slightest suspicion, the whereabouts of Wolf Chenyan and Fu Yunge were perfectly concealed. In the past two days, they have deliberately spread information, and they heard that the siege of Qiongtian Temple has been basically lifted.

Dongfang Shiming once said that he would send a white pom-pom to communicate at any time, but he hadn't seen the white pom-pom for a few days. Although Fu Yunge had doubts in his heart, he was limited by the current situation, and he could only rely on himself to adapt to the situation.

The wolf dust has lived in the snow desert for a long time, and he is very unfamiliar with such fresh fish and meat. He was very satisfied with these meals, and he quickly finished them, wiping his chin and glancing at Fu Yunge on the side.

Fu Yunge had a lot of things in mind, and he didn't taste much of the food. After a long time, he realized that the wolf dust was looking at him, and then he slowly came back to his senses.

"You're going to leave tonight." Suddenly, Wolf Dust Smoke deduced almost conclusively.

Fu Yunge was stunned for a moment, but quickly nodded: "Yes." There's no need to stay here any longer, we have to rescue the Drunken Dust Township seniors as soon as possible. ”

Wolf Dust shrugged his shoulders. He is only responsible for contributing, and all plans depend on Fu Yunge's arrangement, and he has no objection.

With a "click", Fu Yunge put the rice bowl aside and raised his hand to lift the silk tarpaulin.

Outside, there was still rain and smoke wafting from Guzi, and the water surface was flowing with green silky fog.

Fu Yunge also considered that they didn't have enough information now.

Although they have been following the path of the map, they are not aware of the emergency situation in various places, so they cannot kill two birds with one stone, or seek other predetermined assistance.

However, they have come to this point anyway, and they can only react at any time.

The river flows endlessly. According to the plan that had been drawn up, the two went their separate ways after eating, just waiting for the next step to unfold.

On the map, the small city where the two of them are located is still a long way away from the legendary Zhaosin Ming Bang.

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It was night, and the bleak wind swept low across the river. Like a baby's cry, the cry of a baby swam over the town, and the night was long in the clouds of chaos.

The sound of the rain gradually subsided in the night, and the puddles on the ground were of different sizes reflecting the dark night.

In the small town, every household has almost turned off the lights and fallen asleep, but in the few inns, the windows are still bright, like lanterns illuminating the night.

The thin window paper kept beating against the mullions in the wind, making a haggard lament. The broken holes blew a narrow wind into the room, and although it was cool and comfortable, it was inevitably bleak and lonely.