"The one-eyed dragon is not here to capture this Qi spirit for himself, but on the orders of the white deacon." Mo Hansheng's eyes flickered for a while, and he analyzed, "But looking at the performance of the two outside the canyon, it seems that the relationship between the two is not very good." Now it seems that the one-eyed dragon was most likely coerced in by the white deacon. Maybe before entering the valley, Deacon Bai did something to the one-eyed dragon, just like Lu Chengfeng did on Li Hongmei's heartbroken Gu. ”

The more Mo Hansheng thought about it, the more he felt that this kind of speculation was closer to the truth, previously, the one-eyed man had decided to let him go because he was afraid of it, but he regretted it because the hunchbacked old man suddenly shouted the word "strange treasure".

He clearly didn't even know what the "strange treasure" in his mouth was, but the one-eyed man had already put on a posture that he had to kill himself.

He was obviously very concerned about this Qi spirit, even as much as he cared about his own life.

In fact, this thing directly decided his life and death.

Because of this, he will resolutely fight to the death with himself.

Although there are many entrances to Yunmeng Canyon, the large area and complex terrain also make it difficult for monks entering the valley to find other entrances within ten days.

The one-eyed man had to choose to return from the original entrance if he wanted to join the White Deacon.

He was worried that he would be greedy and would unite with the rest of the disciples of the Sunset Sect to ambush him in front of the gorge, so he refused to let him go.

Shi Shan nodded and agreed, "This does make more sense." ”

Mo Hansheng raised the Jinpa and scimitar in his hand: "I remember you said that without the support of the sect family, the general life of a loose cultivator is extremely poor and shabby, and it is difficult to save Yuanyu to purchase good magic weapons, but these two magic weapons in this person's hand, among low-level monks, even those excellent disciples with the support of the sect background are difficult to get." ”

Shi Shan frowned and said, "Are you saying that these two magic weapons are related to that white deacon?" ”

"I don't rule out this possibility, that person is not a good stubble at first glance, and you have to watch out for him."

"If only you had a good idea."

As he spoke, Mo Hansheng had already included these two magic weapons in the Qiankun Ring.

He groped for a while on the one-eyed man, and only found some worthless gadgets from Senior Brother He, and the statement that he was so poor that he sold pants was really not casually said.

Fortunately, Senior Brother He and the hunchbacked old man's family backgrounds are quite solid, filling a lot of space for the Qiankun Ring, which was emptied by Mo Hansheng before.

Mo Hansheng thought about it, and dug a pile of snow on the ground, hurriedly covering up the bodies of the three people.

Li Hongmei and the little fat man's whereabouts are unknown, life and death are unknown, and he has no time and leisure to dig a pit and bury soil for the three of them.

He took out some of the wound medicine prepared by Li Hongmei, briefly treated the wound and began to continue walking.

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Three days ago, the place where the three of Mo Hansheng fought with the vine spirit and the flower charm.

The snow was a mess, and countless fragments of vines were scattered, some beginning to turn yellow and wither, and some had burned to black.

In a corner to the south, a hollow emerald green bamboo pipe poked out of the snow, hidden among the stacks of broken leaves.

If someone sees this scene, they will definitely feel a little strange, there are ancient trees and giant trees on all sides, why is there such a thing as a bamboo pipe?

But the location of this bamboo pipe is very hidden, but it is difficult to be discovered.

The snow near the bamboo pipe suddenly loosened.

The snow cracked, and a human head poked out of it, splashing with foul-smelling and sticky black mud, and it turned out to be a swamp underneath.

The figure shone with a faint blue light, and climbed ashore with some difficulty.

He took a few deep breaths of fresh air and revealed his true face, which was the little fat man who had disappeared in the gorge for many days.

On that day, the three of them were blocked by unknown things, and Mo Hansheng and Li Hongmei were entangled by flower charms and vine spirits respectively, and they were flawless and distracted to take care of him.

The little fat man was forced to flee by the vines, and he stepped on the air and fell into the swamp without paying attention.

It was dark, and the little fat man had a mind to hide under the mire to avoid the attack of the vines.

With the protection of the sect's talisman technique, coupled with the emerald green slender bamboo pipe, it would not drown under the swamp.

He hid for several days, until his true qi was exhausted and he was hungry.

The little fat man staggered to an old tree and sat down, took some food out of his baggage, and began to devour it.

Fortunately, when he entered the valley, Mo Hansheng and Li Hongmei gave him some medicine and dry food, otherwise he would have become the first monk who was not eaten by the fierce beast monster, but starved to death in the Yunmeng Canyon.

The little fat man's mouth "clicked, and when he was eating happily, he suddenly heard a strange sound not far away."

He followed the prestige, but saw a figure sitting under an even taller and thicker ancient tree opposite.

The figure was not a person, but a flower, a very strange flower.

At the bottom are four slender white whiskers and slender feet, in the middle is a long body like a green python, and at the top is a huge red flower covered with spots, which is the flower charm that attacked Mo Hansheng that day.

But the night was too dark that night, and this thing also burst out of the wall of fire and flashed, and the body against Mo Hansheng disappeared in a hurry.

The little fat man blinked his eyes, and for a moment he didn't recognize that this flower charm was the murderous thing that attacked the group of three that day.

Hua Mei let out a low **, which seemed to be very painful and uncomfortable.

The little fat man looked at it a few times, then put down the dry food and leaned in carefully, wanting to see more clearly.

Before he could get closer, he heard the monster let out a fierce roar, and a large mouth cracked in the middle of the five petals.

In the center of Sen Ran's fangs, a scarlet stamen like a frog's tongue poked out.

The little fat man was so frightened that he dared to get any closer, so he turned around and used his hands and feet together, and fled with a lot of urine.

He didn't dare to stay for a moment, and he didn't even look back, so naturally he couldn't find out that the monster was actually unable to move for a long time.

At this time, Hua Mei's four beards were no longer able to support her body, and she was slumped and motionless on the snow.

And its originally thick and long green body had already been deformed, and it had doubled in size, like a pregnant woman, and it seemed like something was stuck in its belly.

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A red figure walked slowly in the snow, it was the arrogant young man of Hongluan Peak.

He broke alone in this canyon for three days, and there was no sign of embarrassment in his body, and his face was very calm and calm.

He walked to a cave and stood still, the entrance of the cave was blocked by snow, and a small opening was faintly exposed.

The young man in red took out a map and compared it against the mountain, and muttered to himself, "It should be this place." ”

He smiled, a shallow pear vortex on his cheek, and raised his hand to shatter the snow at the entrance of the cave with a palm wind.

"When I take the life of this monster, take the inner tank back, and see which of you dares to underestimate me?"

With that, the young man in red raised his footsteps and entered the movement.

Soon after, a roar suddenly sounded from the cave, which shook the earth and terrified the mountains and wilderness.

Snow trickled down from the top of the cave, rocks rolled, and all that was left in the cave was the sound of a clanging fight.