The ancient paintings were fighting and repelling each other, and at this time, the hostility of the ancient paintings who came here was unabated, but they also let go of their interest in gearing up, and focused their eyes on Shen Moli and the others.

"Let's go. Shen Moli saw that many picture scrolls were under the leadership of the ancient painting assignment, and they were about to attack the two of them, so he picked up Shen Mubei and ran towards Tielin without hesitation.

"It's too dangerous for you in front, why don't I block those paintings, and you can find other places to avoid first?" Shen Mubei glanced around, and suddenly slammed his palm on the ground, shaking out a long black hole on the ground, and pushing Shen Moli into the hole.

When pushing Shen Moli, Shen Mubei took the opportunity to steal the stone into Shen Moli's sleeve and hid it, and fixed it on Shen Moli's body with demonic power.

Shen Mubei couldn't guess the intention of Qi Yan to tie up the stone thief, but if he was not careful in the painting ridge, he would not be able to see the rising sun tomorrow.

No matter how good or bad the stone thief is, it is also a god-level Cangye Realm, leaving it by Shen Moli's side, maybe he can help Shen Moli in times of crisis.

Shen Mubei's movements were extremely fast, and when he threw the stone thief, he cut the rope on the stone thief's body.

The stone thief who was sleeping in a shrunken coma was very small, and the size of his palm was hidden in Shen Moli's sleeve, but he didn't let Shen Moli notice it. In the surprise, Shen Moli's attention was more focused on Shen Mubei.

"Brother-" Shen Moli pulled Shen Mubei's sleeve, but unexpectedly only grabbed half of the truncated sleeve.

Shen Mubei resolutely tore off all the sleeves when Shen Moli pulled him to repair the pendulum. For the sudden appearance of a line of paintings, Shen Mubei was not absolutely sure to get rid of it.

Tie Lin has always had the bone-scraping breeze and the swaying iron ball extremely dangerous for Shen Moli. It was impossible for Shen Mubei to watch Shen Moli flee to the forest and die in vain.

He shook through the ground with demonic power, just hoping to be able to pass through the iron forest with a tunnel and send Shen Moli closer to the exit of the Painting Ridge.

It's just that for the mystery in the Evil Venerable's painting ridge, Shen Mubei still underestimated some of its powers.

In the tunnel that was dark ahead, Shen Moli used his spiritual power to sacrifice a little light of green leaves, faintly illuminating the four walls.

I don't know the time, I don't know the end, after sliding through the tunnel for five or six moments, the downward ramp gradually flattened, and then it sloped upward.

Shen Moli looked back at the back, I don't know if it was Shen Mubei's deliberate action, or if there was another mystery hidden in the painting ridge, the tunnel she slipped all the way was blocked by sand again at this moment. Her back was to the black earth, like a rabbit hiding in a hole, and all that was left in front of her was the path that led to the ground.

Rays of light are reflected through the opening, giving the impression that the road is not far away.

Shen Moli walked forward, not in a hurry. Everything in the painting ridge was not played according to common sense, and Shen Mubei sent her into the cave, which should be the other end of the iron forest from its direction. It's just that where the exit is, Shen Moli can't be sure.

The road behind him was covered with sand again after Shen Moli walked through, until Shen Moli walked out of the tunnel, and the tunnel completely disappeared.

When he first came out of the darkness, the dazzling light pierced Shen Moli's eyes. She blocked the light with her hand, and took a few breaths before she opened her eyes again, taking in the vision in front of her.

It is a glacial lake deep in the iron forest, and the iron chain on the shore of the lake is hung with dense barbed iron balls, which surround the lake tightly.

At this moment, Shen Moli happened to be standing in the middle of the lake. The white scenery shocked Shen Moli, and what made Shen Moli feel even more strange was that the tunnel she had just walked through was actually in the lake, and she clearly saw that the cave was full of sand, and she had never seen half a drop of lake water.

In the iron forest, the wind suddenly rose, and the iron ball, which had regained its calm at some point, swayed again in the breeze, clanging crisp and pleasant, but it seemed to be a talisman.

The breeze blew from the forest to the center of the lake, and with just a slight breeze, it shredded all the hair and hem of Shen Moli's flying hair. Where the wind passed, although Shen Moli had already sacrificed the power of his soul to resist, countless fine scars were still scratched on every inch of his skin.

Drops of blood oozed from her wounds, instantly staining her clothes with blood.

When Shen Moli was fighting the wind, if she was hit a few times, blood beads would drip from the corners of her lips, stemming from the pain in her tendons, making her deeply aware of the danger she was in now.

She looked around, trying to find her way. If she couldn't leave this iron forest quickly, I was afraid that she would not move where she was, and she would soon be blown and wiped out by the wisps of breeze that seemed to be gentle and contained the power of a thousand swords.

Shen Moli supported his aching body, bit his lip and hurried his steps, running towards the exit of Hualing.

Although she was worried about Shen Mubei, Shen Moli also knew that if she came back alone now, her increasingly injured state would only drag Shen Mubei down.

For the sake of today's plan, only by escaping, escaping as far away as possible, escaping to a corner where the evil venerable and the paintings can't find it, can she have a chance to save Shen Mubei's life.

Just before Tielin, from the words of the ancient painting, it is not difficult for her to hear that the target of the outstanding painting is herself. Shen Mubei resisted in front, but he only endured the catastrophe that did not belong to her for her.

If the evil venerable and the paintings do not find themselves, they will not easily take Shen Mubei's life. There are hostages to coerce, for these people who have gone through the vicissitudes of life in the painting ridge, it is really a good way to attract people to appear.

Shen Moli's current strength is certainly unable to resist Hualing. She had to escape, fleeing to a location that no one could find in Hualing, so that Shen Mubei could survive.

On the shivering glacial lake, the ice is not thick. Shen Moli just walked lightly on it, and he could hear the sound of ice cracking. The feeling of walking on thin ice made Shen Moli more cautious.

Her quickened pace, and in the sound of ice shattering, she couldn't help but gradually slow down.

Behind Shen Moli, who didn't look back, there was already a completely shattered ice mark, which was extremely conspicuous on the ice. The ice marks are gradually magnifying, and if there is a moment, it may make a lake of ice return to that sparkling surface.

The faint spiritual power was generated under Shen Moli's feet, and with the inheritance of the green light spiritual power, Shen Moli deliberately reduced his weight to reduce the impact on the ice lake.

On the empty ice lake, Shen Moli was cautious and cautious in every step forward.

The ridge of ten thousand ditches, as long as the feet are off the ground, is a volley. The people living in the mountains of ten thousand ditches, although sometimes they used the dense forests and mountains to block their whereabouts, avoid thunder and lightning, and secretly fly low. But for Shen Moli, who was on such an empty lake at this time, her actions could not escape the surveillance of thunder.

Shen Moli sacrificed his spiritual power, but his feet were still lightly on the thin ice. She doesn't look behind her, she only looks ahead.

Survival is not an easy task in the Ridge of Ten Thousand Ditches, and it is possible to ignore more dangers in vain than to ignore them.

Walking on the thin ice, Shen Moli was paying attention to his feet, and at the same time thinking carefully about the iron forest in front of him, how to move forward. The dense iron ball rolled, Shen Moli didn't think that he could pass through it with just one body of force and dexterity.