Bai Tong had never seen the road up, so that Han Feng stumbled and walked, not much better than Mingxi with black eyes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He believed that Mingxi knew that he would go up again. The gravel in the city was like sand, and all the way along, there was sand and gravel sliding all the way, and the sound reverberated back and forth in the holy city, and it didn't stop for a long time.

On the way, he tripped and fell several times, and accidentally hit his head on a stone brick. All the weapons were no longer there at this time, and the only thing on his body that could be used as a way finder was the half-cut short sword, but the short sword stretched out, and it only took care of an inch, but it might scratch himself, so it was better not to use it.

The holy city is built on the belly of the mountain, and since the water source is borrowed from the top of the mountain to melt snow, then there is naturally a side of the city with the mountain as the wall, and it is this mountain wall that Han Feng climbed at the moment.

This "gable" is said to be a wall, but it is actually a slowly rising slope, which is much easier to climb than the cliffs of Xuelong Mountain, and there are even traces of artificial construction in many places. The road was undulating, and next to it was a winding river, and every time Han Feng walked, he reached into the river to touch it, but the river was always dry.

If you want to go on the slope, you need to be in a hurry, and later, it seems to be a man-made mountain road, and the distance between the river and the mountain road is getting farther and farther, until Han Feng stretched out his hand again, and he actually touched the void.

For the sake of prudence, Han Feng took more than a dozen steps up, but he felt that the steps under his feet suddenly turned straight up and down. He picked up a stone from the side and threw it down the steps, and only after a while did he hear a muffled thud - it was evident that the river was here, and suddenly it became much deeper and steeper.

Straight up and down the stairs next to the unfathomable river channel. Han Feng turned his mind slightly, and then he understood. He stood still, knowing that he couldn't see anything, but he still stared at his side with empty eyes.

This should be the strength of the river, and further up, there is the snowmelt. The snow does not completely meander down, but when it melts, it forms a waterfall here, which is the true source of the river. If you go back thousands of years and a waterfall fell from the sky in this holy city, it must be extremely majestic and magnificent.

This is really a clever city, but it's a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to see it. Han Feng secretly regretted, but he was more careful under his feet, and walked up step by step.

I walked for an unknown amount of time, until even he felt that his feet were so sore that he couldn't lift them, he subconsciously took another step up, but when he landed, he stepped on the air, and the whole person staggered forward.

There was an abyss around him, and after Han Feng stood firmly, he felt a layer of cold sweat behind him, and his heartbeat accelerated a lot. He held on to the mountain wall behind him and panted gently, feeling that the mountain wall was solid, so he was relieved that the whole person leaned over.

He was stepping on a large platform, which was mostly connected to the mountain, so it was not greatly affected by the natural disaster thousands of years ago. Han Feng walked along the edge of the mountain at first, and then gradually walked towards the center of the platform, he was careful with every step he took, until he was sure that the entire platform was as stable as a rock, and then he was relieved to reach the side of the platform that was hanging in the air.

It is said to be suspended in the air, but in fact there is another smooth stone that is almost vertical next to it. When Han Feng walked to the edge, he stretched out his hand and touched the stone—it was obvious that the smoothness of the stone was formed by the impact of the water. And here, it should be the beginning of the waterfall.

Further up, it should be the place where the snow and water melt, but this stone staircase is built here, and the top is full of smooth stone walls, even if Han Feng turns into a gecko, it will be difficult to climb up. He looked up hard, hoping to see the meltwater of the snow-capped mountains. If his guess is correct, the meltwater of this snow-capped mountain should be connected to the "dragon's head" of Xuelong Mountain, and after the "Collapse of the Mountain", the dragon's head will break, and there should be an exit there - even if this exit may be opened on the cliff where the snow sculptures are born.

However, Rao is that he looks through the autumn water, and still can't see a little light. Han Feng shook his head in disappointment, only to feel that he was tired as if he had been stripped of his bones, and he fell under his feet and sat on the platform.

But when he sat down, he suddenly felt a shock around him.

The shock was not large, and he could not even feel it in normal times. It was only because this was too confined space, and he put all his energy around him at this time, that he realized that the airflow around him was wrong.

Han Feng was shocked. He couldn't see the thing, and he couldn't tell what the other person was, but he could faintly feel that the breath from the thing was warm.

That's a living thing!

Thinking of the various fierce beasts painted on the relief before, Han Feng cheered up his spirit. The Cold Iron Broken Sword in his hand tightened his grip, and after determining the location of the object, Han Feng suddenly roared and rushed forward.

This stab, but it was empty.

However, this piercing of the air, half unintentionally, half intentionally, when he felt that he was about to hit the mountain wall, Han Feng slashed across the stone wall with the cold iron broken sword, and with the power of this momentum, the broken sword stirred up a string of sparks.

For a man who has been in the dark for a long time, this spark is enough for him to see a lot. At the same time, because he was too nervous, Han Feng inadvertently bit his lip. Blood seeped into his mouth, which was an extremely common thing on a normal day, but at this moment, he trembled with excitement, as if those few drops of blood were the best thing to drink in the whole day. Of course, this excitement also contains the surprise of seeing each other clearly.

It was a leopard!

I don't know how long it stayed in this darkness, let alone where it came from, but it was snow-white, unlike any leopard it had ever seen in the Central Plains. It seemed to be injured, and its front paws were covered with blood, perhaps because of this, it didn't rashly attack Han Feng first.

For Han Feng, this leopard may be a threat, but it is more food. When the firelight appeared, his eyes made the leopard tremble, and he turned around to run away.

Helplessly, if this leopard was facing someone else, it might be able to escape smoothly, but Han Feng had Bai Tong on his body, and the spark was fleeting, although he couldn't see it in front of him, Bai Tong could command him to block the leopard's way with great accuracy.

Han Feng seemed to have infinite strength on his body at this time, and he rode on the leopard all of a sudden, only then did he realize that this leopard was huge, not even weaker than the white-haired spotted tiger in Mingxi. If it really fights hard, even if he has the help of Bai Tong, he may not be able to take advantage of it for a while, but for this leopard, "human" is an animal it has never seen in its life, although this person does not seem to have the sharp beak and claws of a snow sculpture, but it does not know how to deal with it.

After such a moment's hesitation, the cold iron broken sword in Han Feng's hand had already slashed under the neck of the snow leopard. In order to prevent the snow leopard from turning over and leading the two of them to fall off this not too big platform, Han Feng stabbed the broken sword into the snow leopard's flesh and skin without pausing.

The strong smell of blood suddenly dispersed, this smell made Han Feng usually smell nauseous, but at this time, he felt that his heart was surging, and he couldn't help himself. He couldn't let the leopard die, so he pressed the leopard to the ground with all his might, put his head next to the leopard's neck, and even bit down on the wound despite the fact that the leopard's bloody mouth was beside it, and then drank the leopard's blood in a big gulp. If someone else saw it at this time, they would definitely not think that what they saw was a person, but would think that the person lying on the leopard and drinking blood was a demon.

A man who is driven into a demon by thirst and hunger.

Readership: 294/816/910