Chapter Twenty-Eight

In the dark, the little bastard opened his eyes, the surroundings were pitch black, he climbed up with difficulty, in the center of the pitch black, a thick purple smoke was rolling, the little bastard looked at this purple fire spirit element, there was no nervousness and fear, feeling that the thing was a part of his soul "I succeeded, I succeeded" The joy is self-evident, and the old beggar at this time is suspended in his dark gourd, and the soul feels a lot weaker.

"Are you alright, old fellow!" the little bastard's voice sounded in his flesh.

"It's okay, I can't die at the moment" An old voice sounded in a gourd, and then a blood-colored mist came out of the gourd, a tall phantom stood on the gourd, the gourd quickly became larger, the huge phantom walked to the little bastard's body, and then attached it, the flesh sat on the gourd, the gourd rose to the sky and rushed out of the cave with the flesh, wading through the hot lava through the raging wind, and soon a large area of tall and stout trees appeared in front of him, the woods were dark, only sporadic sunlight sprinkled on the ground, and there was a faint fog rolling around, and there were two roars from time to time, a kind of walking into the primeval forest。

"Old fellow, are we really going to go through it," the little bastard asked, looking at his surroundings with some concern.

"Hey, boy, I'm afraid," said the old beggar weakly

"I'm a person who has died once, what's there to be afraid of, but it's you, now that you're like this, I think it's hard to pass through this monster forest" Although this Warcraft Forest was said to himself by the old beggar before, although the old beggar said that it was very dangerous here, but he heard what the old beggar said, and now that the curse has passed, there is a feeling of taking off the skin, and before entering the Warcraft Mountain, there is a kind of ancient and dangerous breath attacking, how can I not worry and be afraid, the old beggar also consumes a lot of soul power because of the Purple Fire Spirit Yuan, and now I feel very weak when I speak, if I really have the psychology of the little bastard in the Warcraft Forest, it is really bottomless.

After listening to the little bastard's words, the old beggar warmed his heart, and then said with relief: "Don't be afraid, as long as we arrive at Nanli Demonic Beast Mountain, someone will come to pick us up!"

The little bastard was also curious when he heard this, "Old guy, could it be that there is an old acquaintance of yours in this Warcraft Mountain?"

The old beggar snorted coldly, "Hmph, there are no acquaintances, and there are a large number of enemies."

The little bastard had a black line: "Ah, then who will pick us up these two lonely ghosts!"

The old beggar looked at the Monster Forest, "Don't worry! there will be someone who will come to pick us up" The old beggar's tone was full of trust and hope.

At this time, the white-faced Taoist from the Nanli Continent, holding the ghost-faced Rakshasa Order in his hand, according to the weak guidance of the spirit, also embarked on a journey to find the old beggar, naturally the most difficult to walk is this Warcraft Forest, you must know that although this is the Warcraft Forest, it is better to say that it is the Warcraft Continent, the Nanli Continent, the aura is abundant, the plants are lush, the Warcraft can be said to be too much, even the shapeshifting demon in the hinterland of the Warcraft Forest also abounds, the Nanli Continent has always had seven points of forest and three points of land, you can imagine how big the Warcraft Forest is.

There are a lot of human beings living in the Nanli Continent, sects, families, empires, anyway, the residence of humans and Warcraft here is relatively harmonious, there are too many Warcraft and too powerful, and humans don't dare to make too many times, the white-faced Taoist rode his mount, the White Pony Beast, and kept following the direction of the life card to find the old beggar. After all, the cultivation of the white-faced Taoist is far from the cultivation of the old beggar, one is the soul of the human realm and the other is the soul of the earth realm, and the gap between cultivation alone is a whole three realms, each realm is an insurmountable chasm, and the gap between the three realms is simply one in the sky and one on the ground, so the speed is not as fast as the old beggar.

The white-faced Dao is equivalent to the middle stage of the human realm. In the middle stage of Wuzun, if Xiao Dongluo is a strong man, he can be regarded as a bird in the 100,000 Warcraft Mountain! The middle stage of the old beggar's realm law soul is equivalent to the cultivation of the middle stage of the martial saint, so the strong cultivators have suffered a lot of internal injuries in the Warcraft Mountain, and the white-faced Taoist is also bold! Riding a Warcraft in the enlightenment period, crossing the Warcraft Mountain, isn't this looking for excitement!.

But I have to say that this white-faced Taoist is also righteous, eager to save people's hearts, knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, but he is also smart, basically walking around the periphery of the Warcraft Forest, fortunately, the place where the Terrans live is not facing each other, and the place where the Terrans live is relatively close to the largest ancient vine continent in the middle, even so, the white-faced Daoist people spent a whole half a year to reach the Heaven's Curse, because the Heaven's Curse Fang Yuan has thousands of miles of grass, so there is no Warcraft willing to go, naturally it is relatively safe in the vicinity of the Heaven's Curse, and the white-faced Daoist people will follow the trend of the Heaven's Punishment to find the old beggar, because he found that the reaction of the Ghost-faced Rakshasa Order was becoming more and more obvious.

And the body of the little bastard on the damnation, and the gourd of the old beggar are hiding under a boulder, hiding from the raging wind: "Old beggar, didn't you say that someone would come to save us! We have been waiting here for half a year, and my body is about to rot and deform."

And the old beggar on the gourd, but also very weak, from time to time will fall into a deep sleep to avoid consumption, heard the little bastard's complaints, the old beggar is also quite helpless, he is like a little daughter-in-law, hiding in his gourd's soul imprint, can only sigh helplessly and said, "Eh, continue to wait! You and my current ability, if you want to cross the Warcraft Forest, it is tantamount to sending death, let's wait here first!"

The little bastard looked at his almost transparent soul, as well as the purple fire spirit element, and his heart was also very depressed, he was about to die in this kind of soul waste before he was reborn, how unwilling he was!

If you are unwilling to return to your unwillingness, you will be helpless, and you will be reduced to the current situation, and you can only pray to God that person to come as soon as possible! Otherwise, you will die young, and you will have a great revenge!

A few days later, a silver light flew over the heavens, and an old man with a white face, white beard and white robe, riding a white horse beast, shaped like a white horse, but with a pair of snow-white wings and a straight sharp horn on the top of his head. Isn't this the mysterious person who looks forward to the stars and the moon of the little bastard!

The white-faced Daoist held the ghost-faced Rakshasa order and observed the changes in the Rakshasa token little by little, and he was a little bastard who had some sense of everything outside, but now due to the influence of Gangfeng, he sensed a piece of the basic black hole. The little bastard was really about to die, but fortunately, the white-faced Taoist was not stupid, and the royal soul sensed it, and it didn't take long to find the figure of the old beggar and the little bastard.

"Big brother, big brother, wake up," the white-faced Taoist looked sad and cried, just like his dead mother.

The old beggar in the soul mark of the gourd, seeing that it was still that familiar voice, first was happy, and then there was a burst of anger: "You old boy, don't you see that my life cards are broken! Only look for me now, in the evening, Lao Tzu doesn't even have a soul left, when I was a child, how did Lao Tzu educate you, when I saw Lao Tzu like this, I still cried - cry, spineless things, not allowed to cry!"

At this time, the white-faced Taoist had a feeling of wanting to cry and stop, but the muddy tears finally flowed down, looking at the black gourd in his hand The pain was overflowing, and the scene of being reprimanded and scolded by his eldest brother all day long came to mind: "Don't cry if you are a man, I will chop you up and feed the dog when I am crying" "Cry cry cry, you know how to cry, give Lao Tzu a quiet place" Like this, as well as the scene of being reprimanded at that time, I remember vividly, watching the eldest brother I have always admired first but helplessly attached his soul to the soul seal, and a feeling of resentment rose in my heart. "Big brother, I'll take revenge on you!"

After training the white-faced Taoist, the old beggar felt a lot more comfortable, looking at the white-faced Taoist with tears in his eyes, his heart was warm, and then he showed a disdainful expression, "You still have to live your own life, I will be content" The white-faced Taoist could hear the meaning of the old beggar, and he didn't want to be involved.

"Big brother, I'm not afraid of anything, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you for your revenge"

"I can't beat Lao Tzu, what kind of two are you doing! I don't want to think about how to take me out of this ghost place" The old beggar roared at the time, it is true that the old beggar realm soul can't beat the person, how can the white-faced Taoist person beat the realm soul alone.

The white-faced Taoist wiped his tears with his sleeve, stunned as if a primary school student had been criticized, and then hurriedly left with the gourd.

"I'll bring that kid with me later."

"Eh, big brother" At this time, the white-faced Taoist is like a good child who listens to the teacher especially as a primary school student.

"Big brother, who is this kid!"

"Why do you ask so much, your brother," said the old beggar impatiently.

The white-faced Taoist was dumbfounded, and said with the body of the little bastard, "Big brother, this kid is about to become a dry corpse, and it will be a waste to go back" The white-faced Taoist was obviously very dissatisfied with this little hairy boy who suddenly appeared.

"So much nonsense, if you don't save him back, don't call me big brother, I've been practicing for hundreds of years to be the soul of the personal realm, don't you be ashamed."

Hearing this, the white-faced Taoist blushed and smirked twice, "Big brother is so talented, why am I so powerful with my big brother." Big brother, don't be discouraged, I will definitely cultivate well now and help my eldest brother rebuild his physical body."

When the little bastard on the side heard this, the goosebumps fell off several layers, they were all hundreds of years old monsters with such long beards, and they spoke like a hairy child, and the little bastard couldn't help but give a cold shiver, it was too numb,

The old beggar rolled his eyes helplessly and said, "What an adult, still like a child, not sassy, all over the body, like a white-faced scholar, it's been more than a hundred years, you really haven't changed at all!"

The man touched the back of his head, and said with a stupid smile, "I've gotten used to it all these years, and I can't change it."

At this time, the white-clothed Taoist rode the white horse beast like a meteor catching the moon and came in the direction of the valley.

Along the way, I saw the two of them chattering like an old woman, the little bastard's soul was too weak, and he didn't interject, he listened all the way, and felt that his soul was about to disintegrate, but fortunately, the old beggar's soul was also relatively weak, and he slept all the way and talked all the way, and the little bastard found that the two were simply a pair of old naughty boys, but he found that the character of this white-faced Taoist was also interesting, just like a child, and the mentality felt that it was still when he was young, and the little bastard felt that sometimes the character of the white-faced Taoist was the same as his previous self. Unfettered, free and easy. I also have a good impression of him in my heart.