Where to be buried!?

Bai Zixu was dressed in a navy blue brocade robe, his black hair was tied high in the jade crown, his handsome face hung with a slightly bitter smile, he stroked the thick branch with one hand, stood on the branch with his legs, his clothes fluttered, and a pair of eyes looked at the murderous Fu Yi below, and his heart was slightly bitter.

Thirty ...... with one enemy

Shaking his head, he was dumbfounded for a while, he was afraid that he was really going to die here today, his five fingers clenched the long whip in his hand, he was proud of his bones, and his natural nobility was fully revealed! No matter what, he had to rush out of here! He couldn't die yet, he couldn't die until he found Ruyi and stopped the meaningless war between the White Tiger and Xuanwu!

Gently exhaling a mouthful of turbid air, Bai Zixu's afterglow looked around, the thirty soldiers densely surrounded the entire jungle, and all the passages that could escape were blocked by them, but ......

So what? It's a big deal that he's going to fight his way out!

Bai Zixu carried the abundant fighting energy in his body, kicked his feet in place, and approached the direction of nine o'clock below, the weakest place of the enemy! The long whip seemed to be given life, and it hovered up and down in the air smartly, like a snake, each whip carried a wind blade, Fu Yi was stunned, and when he saw that Bai Zixu did not retreat but advanced, he waved his hand and ordered: "Go all out to kill the third prince Bai Zixu!"

As soon as the words fell, more than 30 martial arts coercion instantly rose from the ground, condensed into a ball in the air, like a set of water dragons, swooping head-on, Bai Zixu volleyed out the long whip, Sheng Sheng was forced to retreat by this coercion, as if he was hit by a boulder in mid-air, Bai Zixu's face became solemn, and without waiting for the coercion to dissipate, under pressure, the whole person approached the weakest one among the soldiers.

As soon as the arm was raised, he commanded the whip dexterously, and the sharp and cold barb broke through the air, and the man's feet spun, leaning over to avoid it, only to feel a whistling wind in his ears pass, the barb rubbed his face, and hit the big tree behind him with a bang, the offensive stopped slightly, and the boom slid across the side, and everywhere he went, the mountains and rocks shook, the jungle was trampled, the dust was flying, and the vision was covered with sand and stones!

Golden opportunity.

Bai Zixu's eyes lit up, and he took the opportunity to escape, his figure was extremely fast, he jumped on the branch, and was just about to leap forward to escape, but unexpectedly, a murderous tail followed behind him, he was condensed, and he just wanted to lift his breath and retreat, but it was too late!

"Poof"

The sharp palm wind hit his back, Bai Zixu splattered out with a mouthful of blood, there was a brief confusion in the fighting qi in his body, a small muffled snort, his body that had just jumped up shook a few times, his face was slightly pale, and he was forced to fall from the air by this palm wind, his legs just stood still, and he staggered back a foot away.

He was already a delicate and frail prince, where had he ever been directly attacked like this? He has always been loved by the White Tiger Emperor, since he was a child, he was afraid of melting in his mouth, he held it in the palm of his hand as a treasure, the back of his hand wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth at will, and his eyes were full of desire for life, cautious, vigilant, and cold!

The uninhabited jungle here was shrouded in dappled sunlight, and in the forest, the coercion of the fighting spirit poured out, and there was a constant roar that shook the earth, and the dust was flying, and the trees had blasted out of a clearing, and the smell of blood permeated the entire forest.

Bai Zixu was stained with blood, knife wounds, arrow wounds, the skin and flesh turned out looked very terrifying, wearing a sea-blue brocade robe, stained red by bloodstains, the hem of his clothes was dripping with blood beads, his hair was messy, he staggered and flew up in the air, his figure couldn't help shaking, and in an instant, he jumped over the many soldiers besieging him in front of him, jumped on the horse, his legs were clamped vigorously in the horse's abdomen, and the long whip fell.

The horse threw its head back in pain and whined, its hooves were windy, and it vigorously charged away with the soldiers who stood in the way in front of it, and galloped away at a speed close to that of the wind.

"Chase!" Fu Yi saw that Bai Zixu was seriously injured and fought his way out of the layers of encirclement, gritted his teeth, and commanded the soldiers to catch up quickly, he couldn't let the third prince leave safely! If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince knew......

Thinking of the cruel methods of Bai Zimo's subordinates, this tall and powerful commander actually shivered in the sun.

The rear pursuers are getting closer and closer, Bai Zixu is anxious, his body is full of fighting energy, he waved his arms numbly, and the long whip struck the surrounding trees, and the downed tree trunks fell straight down, and many soldiers were forced to slow down and dodge, but they were like they would not give up if they did not achieve their goal, even if they slowed down, it didn't take long for them to catch up again.

Bai Zixu knew that if he continued like this, he would either be caught by these people, or he would die of exhaustion, and he rushed out of the mountain forest, which was a steep slope, and a pitch-black river was sparkling under the slope.

Fight!

Looking back at the enemy army less than ten meters away from him, Bai Zixu took a deep breath, slashed down with a palm volley, hit the back of the horse, and the whole person was thrown up by the volley due to inertia, and then, like a meteorite, slammed down on the slope, his body was burned by the stones, and every inch of his skin was hot, he rolled down the hillside, zuihou fell into the river with a thud, and the splashing water wet the land on the riverbank, and layers of fine water ripples spread on the surface of the river, spreading outward from small to large.

By the time Fu Yi led the soldiers to the riverbank, the water had returned to calm, and a pair of gloomy eyes stared fiercely at the bottomless river, his lips pursed, and only the fighting spirit that surrounded him from time to time revealed that he was not in a calm mood at the moment.

Damn! He escaped!

Fu Yi never thought that Bai Zixu would be able to break out of the encirclement with a few orders of strength!

I have to say, this is luck.

"Attacking the water, he must not have fled far. Fu Yi ordered on the spot, and countless white lights wrapped in a huge fighting spirit hit the water surface, like a small bomb, and the river roared like a spring erupting, and the water column rose to the sky, splashing in all directions!

The attack lasted for at least half an hour, until the fighting energy in the soldiers' bodies was almost gone, Fu Yi ordered to stop, under such a fierce attack, he didn't believe that Bai Zixu still had a chance to escape, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a sneer, "Go, go back and restore your life!"

"But Commander, is the third prince really dead?" a military commander took a slight breath, looked at the small river that had been blown up and the water level dropped and asked uneasily, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said that he wants to see people in life and corpses in death, should we salvage the body of the prince?"

Fu Yi thought about it and felt that it made sense, so he immediately set up camp on the riverbank and ordered the soldiers to recover Bai Zixu's body in the river after a short rest.

However, until the moon was on the branches, they did not see a single bone!

Bai Zixu seemed to have disappeared from the river, and disappeared.

In the Hall of the Divine King, twelve sat cross-legged on the exquisite bed, white smoke curled above her head, and the white mist and golden fighting aura shrouded her whole person, like a god!

She could feel that the aura of heaven and earth was absorbed by herself, and the abundant fighting qi was impacting in every vein, and the cultivation of Wuzun's peak had already shown signs of a breakthrough, but she was always unable to break through that critical point, and every time she thought she could break through in one breath, the dantian's fighting qi returned to calm.

Unconsciously irritable, she opened her eyes, got out of bed, opened the door, and the evening breeze blew in her face, carrying the light fragrance of flowers in the garden, smelling in her nose, and the fragrance was pleasant.

Twelve looked at the long hair wet with sweat in disgust, and the clothes behind her were also sticky, she moved her arms, walked out along the red lacquer corridor, bypassed the side hall in the east, and came to the south of the God King Palace, where the arbor is forested, there are two cliffs, the central section below the cliff is a natural hot spring, the place where the door of the God King Hall lives is in the courtyard behind the main hall in the east, and Yun Ruohan and others live in the Bishui Building, and Ling Yuhan, who temporarily took over the position of the master of the next sword hall, lives in the Yanyu Building, so that here, there are few people and no one else.

Twelve walked along the quiet path in the woods, and the closer he got to the hot springs, the humidity of the air became thicker.

The wind gradually became warm, she casually lifted the green silk on her shoulders, and on the shore of the hot spring, took off her sweat-soaked robe, wearing only a white obscene clothes, stepping on a pair of riding boots, three thousand green silk on her back, sometimes flying with the wind, drawing a beautiful arc.

There is only the sound of the wind in her ears, the twelve plain fingers untie the belt of the obscene clothes, in the white mist, her petite body looms, the moonlight above her head is cold, the halo is mottled and shines on her whole body, the face that has always been cold and hard, sharp face, at this moment seems to have softened a lot, the white skin is like mutton fat, the bare ankles are diffused into the hot spring, the green silk swings on the water, she closes her eyes slightly, and her mouth makes an almost pleasant cry.

On the side, a person's breath stagnated instantly, and he only felt that in the hot spring, the figure of the person who was blurred by the white mist was like a Xuannu above the nine heavens, ethereal, elegant, and noble.

The coagulation and white skin made the man's mouth dry and dry behind the rocks below the mountain wall on the side, and he only felt a burst of heat on his cheeks, and he didn't know whether he was splashed by the hot air flow of this hot spring, or tempted by the person in the water.

The heart is pounding, the pounding is beating fast, and the rhythm is completely out of order.

Twelve raised his hand to hold the clear spring water casually, and glanced over a certain place in the afterglow, a meaningful smile raised at the corner of his mouth.

With her vigilance, she had already discovered this person when he was short of breath, and she didn't make a sound, but because she was too familiar with the person who came, her eyes flowed, as if there was a glimmer of light, she leaned against the stone wall in the hot spring, raised her chin lightly, and said, "Have you seen enough?"

In an instant, a fiery red and bewitching afterimage flashed from the air, and in the next second, she was swept up by a powerful air current, and the whole person floated and fell in the air, a profane garment, instantly wrapped her delicate body, and then, a pair of strong arms, like leeches, covered her waist, scooped her up from the hot spring, and locked her firmly in her arms.

The heartbeat in his chest was as fast as a drum, and his body was scorching, as if something was about to burst out of his body!

The breath that lingered around the twelve ears grew heavier.

She raised her hand to embrace the man, her eyelids shining brightly, her head up as dazzling as stars, misty as mist, and her index finger gently lifted his jaw, which was as delicate as a masterpiece of God, and stared at him carefully.

"Ling Yuhan, are you planning to be a flower thief late at night?" The words were neither fast nor slow, as if they had not noticed how ambiguous their posture was at the moment.

The atmosphere is dense, the white mist is curling, and the figures of one white and one red are like a pair of fairy couples in the smoke.

This place, this scene, and this person in front of you are all like an ambiguous and warm painting.

Ling Yuhan buried his face deep in Twelve's neck socket, greedily sucking on the warm and humid smell mixed with her body.