Mountains and rivers are rapidly regressing. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoA mountain range of tens of thousands of miles is like a giant dragon lying on the earth, and the mountain range is winding and steep. A green belt winds along the mountain, like a hairband of the earth.

A figure is like the wind, like a roc rising and falling among the mountains.

After a thousand miles, a valley is surrounded by mountains, and a small river flows through the valley, dividing the valley into two parts.

The valley is purple and red, with a hundred flowers competing for beauty, and full of aura. In the distance, there is a green meadow where a few cute little beasts are playing.

On the left side of the valley, there was a large number of fruit trees, and the red, green, and yellow spirit fruits were full of branches, so that the small trees bent down. The fruity aroma is full of delicate fragrance and permeates the small valley.

The figure fell like a roc and landed in the valley, disturbing the former tranquility of the small valley.

Cang Jue fell into the valley covered in blood, his clothes in tatters, and blood spilled all over his body. The dark red blood stains formed a blood scar, and a blood mark several feet long was pulled from the left shoulder to the right chest, a terrible injury, enough to kill a person who had not cultivated. But he couldn't take his life, but he also gave him a heavy injury.

"Spirits, I will kill them. He looked at the wound reflected in the river, and the blood was oozing from the wound.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, the hot air above his head was bursting, and the essence in the small valley submerged into his body. The stream-like essence carried coolness, gently passing through the injured meridians, healing his injuries.

That terrible wound is slowly healing now, but it can't heal completely.

"Damn it. Cang Jue scolded in a low voice. The injuries in the body are good, but the wound that runs through the left shoulder to the right chest has not healed completely. There was a cold aura lingering around the wound, preventing the wound from healing.

This is a strange energy that Cang can never get rid of, and he can't completely eliminate it from his body after healing it many times.

A month ago, Cang Jue had left the mountain peak, and had plunged headlong into the forest, headlong towards the next day.

But I didn't expect to be ambushed by someone in the past few days. After that, there was a bloody battle all the way. For a whole month, they were hunted down.

Cang Jue recognized that person was the winged elf, and that elf came with a group of strong men to kill. For those two carved eggs. In order to avenge the sword.

It took an hour for Cang Jue to quickly stabilize his injuries. Picking some fruits from fruit trees solves the problem of food and clothing. Although he no longer needs to eat whole grains when he reaches this realm, his body still needs energy when he is injured. Those essences cannot satisfy the needs of the flesh, and only this primitive food can satisfy the energy of the flesh.

Dapeng spreads its wings, erasing the breath of its own existence in the valley, like Dapeng rising and falling in the forest, leaving quickly.

Not long after Cang Jue left, a figure peeked out of the grass, as if it had grown out of the grass.

"Over there, chase!" Orambi felt the remnants of the wind, the elves were born to communicate with natural plants, and found the direction of the cang's departure in a short time.

Orambi disappeared in place, like a withered flower, and vanished by itself.

After Orange left, more than a dozen people came together. The golden armor was dazzling, and the leader was a man, the man was extremely handsome, and there were faint magic patterns on his face. I saw Ling Zhan plant a water orchid, put it on the tip of his nose, sniffed it, and said with an evil smile: "Go, follow that elf." ”

"Yes, sir. The dozen or so people responded.

The group hurriedly walked, their whereabouts were very hidden, and they were hidden by the spirit war with the secret method of the spirit clan, and followed closely behind Orambi.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind.

Orambi had previously spread the news of the revival of the golden scale carving, and he personally brought some strong people to come, and followed the clues to find Cangjue, and he was even more seriously injured. Then, with the talent of the elf race, he entered the water like a fish in the forest, found the cang, wanted to be unique, and captured the golden scale carving awakened by Peng's blood, and avenged the sword.

But he never imagined that he was the cicada catcher, and the yellow finch was close behind.

Cang Jue tossed and turned, covering his eyes everywhere, leaving his own breath. He didn't want to be the prey, he wanted to change his identity and become the predator. Especially when he saw the rival family, Cang Jue was even more determined to kill.

Those who don't kill the spirits will not stop.

Cang Jue cut through a green vine and wiped the dark green liquid inside all over his body, so that his breath faded and brought him closer to the forest. Then, with a cold look in his eyes, he sank into a swamp and waited for the enemy.

Hundreds of turns, just to wait for the only lore!

"Will he still fly away if he disappears here?" a green figure emerged from the trunk of a giant tree like a ghost.

Orambi frowned at the moment, standing on the edge of the swamp, he closed his eyes and sensed something, and after a long time, he opened his eyes with surprise in his eyes, "How did it disappear?

Orambi looked at the rancid swamp, the muddy swamp was filled with the corpses of many ferocious beasts, now emitting miasma and rancid stench. As an elf who loves cleanliness, he doesn't want to stay in such a place for long, as if a little smell is insulting to the identity of the elf. He covered his mouth and nose and quickly retreated to a large tree, but he did not retreat.

Even if you don't want to be contaminated with the filth of the swamp, you have a good inference. He had to wait for the rabbit, he didn't believe that in such a dirty environment, the hegemon body could dive deep and not be able to breathe. He decided, hid in the trees and waited for the cangjie to emerge from the swamp.

Orambi guessed that the stench of the swamp and the anaesthetic-like miasma made the barren in the swamp suffer. Ten meters deep underground, Cang Jue used his strong yuan power to isolate a space that could only be the size of a person, the mud rolled, and the corpses were insidious, making this place like hell.

The slightest miasma was still pervasive, and it penetrated along the desperate breath, making his head heavier and heavier, with a feeling of suffocation from lack of oxygen, cold sweat also oozing out of the skin, and the feeling of depression echoed in the small space.

Airplanes!

At this time, Cang Jue really couldn't stand it anymore, the Heavenly Soul was revealed, and Cang Jue stepped in and entered the Heavenly Soul Space.

The blood-colored space was more oppressive, but it made him feel intimate. This place is empty, only the bone mountain stands between heaven and earth, becoming the only one here, full of majesty. The Throne of Bones glows, and there is an aura of holiness that surrounds it, and there is a heavy pressure emanating from all sides.

"Xiaoxiao. A beautiful girl was lying quietly in the void, wrapped in endless blood, her delicate face was pale at the moment, her slender eyelashes were slightly raised, and her delicate appearance made people feel distressed.

Cang Jue looked at the girl, with deep self-blame, if it weren't for Xiaoxiao to resist and protect himself, but there would still be himself, Cang Jue asked himself secretly.

Taking a deep breath, Cang Jue shook off his thoughts, and looked at the girl's delicate face and strengthened his determination.

The forest is dense, and the giant trees are growing, obscuring the sky, and the light is very dim. The rotting leaves under his feet are several feet thick, and stepping on them is like stepping on the mud, making a strange creaking sound.

The group came here, led by a handsome and bevelous spirit with magic patterns on his face, a pair of eyes like cold electricity, seeing through the delusion, scanning here, looking for the breath of the 'old man'.

"The breath is gone, is it hiding, but is it useful to hide?" Ling Zhan pursed the corners of his mouth, and his eyes looked at the open swamp, where there was no other place to hide a person's scent.

"Blow up this swamp. "The spirit battle golden armor shines, and he directs the retinue behind him to attack the swamp.

Boom, boom, boom......

Terrible fluctuations exploded in the swamp, huge energy was like a wave of the sea, the ground was shaking, the leaves were flying, the ancient trees were blown away, and the giant trees rose sideways and were thrown far away. The terrible mud piled up like a tidal wave, surging farther away, like a mudslide, like a herd of beasts running away, shattering everything that stood in its way.

"My lord, the swamp is too deep to be bulldozed and steamed. "A man dressed in armor and kneeling on one knee reported.

"Isn't it in there, but where else is there to hide?" Ling Zhan muttered to himself, his eyes surging with spiritual energy, and a pair of eyes saw through the void and pointed straight to the essence.

At this moment, a cold light rose from the swamp with the speed of light, and slashed down towards the spirit war. This is a bloody knife, and there is a rich evil qi flowing all over its body, and the evil qi is like a thick layer of blood scabs, killing with strong fluctuations.

"Protect your lord!" fluctuated so much that it alarmed everyone. The retinue that was still on the side of the swamp came out of the way for a while, completely resisting with their lives.

The speed is slow, resist with the body, buy a breath time for the adults, everyone thinks so.

But is it useful? The sword is like blood, like a demon moon piercing the sky. The blood knife cut off the first person who flew in the block, split the body in half, and fell to the ground with blood mixed with all internal organs. Kill one person in one step, cut one body with one sword, and in an instant, five more people flew over.

The absolute man is in the sword, and the knife is the man.

The blade is undiminished, sharp as a rainbow, and the knife is like a wave crashing. With a bang, one person was cut off to the ground by Cang Jue, and his flesh and blood were splashed everywhere, like rain hitting stones, and flying flowers splashed.

Another person was full of divine power, and he wanted to explode directly, but his body bulged in an instant. There was a chill in Cang Jue's eyes, the Heavenly Soul Knife made a turn in the air, drawing a strange arc, the blood was extremely sharp, the knife intent was fatal in a moment, a good head flew up several feet, and the blood wave rushed up several feet, like a fountain.

In the end, the two of them attacked, one blocked in front, and the latter body bulged up, wanting to blow himself up. I want to let the death of my comrades delay a little time for myself and give the enemy a heavy price.

But it was still useless, a pair of Dapeng wings appeared on the blood knife, and a blood light flashed, and the two were killed at the same time.

All of this happened in just a few breaths, but even a few breaths were enough to bring your senses back to your senses and prepare for anything.

The golden armor was shining with cold light, and Ling Zhan did not change his mood at all because of the death of his followers, he was like a god of death, and he didn't care about the death of his followers at all, as if an ant died. The golden armor was shining, the golden spear was held high like a knight preparing to charge, and the surging divine power emanated from him like a sea. (To be continued.) )