Lucky for the unlucky, it's usually God who wants to save your life.

Yang Ya drank the blood of the mole, put on the skin of the crooked python back to Huan, and the two of them dug the soil in the ground for a while, scurrying around.

But both of them thought one thing wrong.

After killing the poor family, the two of them wandered through the valley, which was quiet and the living area was very close.

The two frolicked almost for the last breath into the raw area, and also entered the noon, looking up, the cockscomb peak was too far away, and there was still a long way to go.

However, in front of me, a few snowflakes suddenly flew up that should not have appeared.

From fine snow to light snow, from heavy snow to blizzard, from blizzard to snowstorm, it's all in the blink of an eye.

Knowing that something was wrong, the two of them fled, but it was just from one snow to another.

Thankfully, it was still a mining area, and the two found a cave, lit a bonfire, and planned to wait until the snow stopped.

At this point, both of them were a little tired, after all, they also fought all night, so they slept lightly for a while.

When they woke up again, the pheasants had already been baked, and the [floating map] had just been refreshed, and the two of them found that the distinction between life and death was so outrageous, and the heavy snow was still falling outside, blocking their way forward.

So they gambled on "Lu Ran's intelligence and good luck" and went underground, which is exactly what they thought wrong.

I thought that the world was killing people and snow, so the underground would always be safe, but I didn't expect Yang Ya to desperately dig out two or three miles away, and then he encountered the ground sinking again.

Poor Yang Ya can only grit his teeth and continue to move forward, but he is unlucky, where Yang Ya goes, where the ground sinks.

Ala la la, the soil layer kept falling into the deeper strata, Yang Ya didn't dare to look back, he only felt that there was something strange in this dark underground, which was staring at the two of them, and he bit it tightly.

What about the return to the world? In that demon skin, it seemed to be packed in a sack, unable to move or speak, and had already been smashed.

Just when Yang Ya wanted to stop but couldn't stop, and couldn't run but couldn't run, a strange long roar suddenly sounded behind him.

A huge thing that was a thousand times larger than oneself swooped and overtook it at a breakneck speed.

Digging a hole like this can be as fast as the wind.

Yang Ya looked at it fixedly and grinned.

This big thing is the bewitching restaurant, the man-made ground tiger, and the big fairy who is saving the suffering at this moment - the Eight Immortal Insects.

The "Eight Immortal Worms" are running wild underground at this time, and there can only be one reason except for the subsidence.

While it can ignore the zone of life and death, what about the people inside?

Do you still remember the little demons who were going to run away, Huang Yan and Lu Xian, on their heads, there was [Futu] information.

And since the "Eight Immortal Worms" are man-made "Earth Tigers", whether it is a spell or a mechanism, they all need immortals to be in charge.

So as long as they follow the "Eight Immortal Worms", the two of them will definitely get out of danger.

Thanks to Lu Ran for his good luck and intelligence.

Yang Ya shook off the dragon whip, hooked the "Eight Immortal Worms", and hitched a ride.

Sure enough, the wind is downwind, this thing is so fast that it is staggering, and it is only the time of a stick of incense, and I don't know how far it has traveled.

Now they are in a place where the subsidence has long since disappeared, the soil is moist and fertile, and there is life everywhere.

But when the "Eight Immortal Worms" arrived here, they stopped, it seems that it does not plan to show its head, and the section up can only rely on Yang Ya himself.

Yang Ya did not hesitate, and drilled out of the ground three times and twice, and the first thing that caught his eye was a dense forest.

"Yang Ya, I owe you a life!"

As soon as Hui Huan came out of the demon skin, he couldn't help but praise Yang Ya.

"Let me see where we are now......"

Looking around, his face suddenly froze.

Behind him, don't say anything about "Cockscomb Peak", the ninety-nine peaks of Wanshan Mountain are so far away that they have become a fog shadow.

"This thing is too fast!" Yang Ya muttered quietly behind him, and then suddenly raised his voice again: "Huihuan, I have a good news and a good news, which one do you want to hear?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" I don't go back.

"The first piece of good news is that we're in the raw area right now."

"The second piece of good news is that we have people to kill."

Only then did he turn his head, and following the direction Yang Ya pointed to, he saw a small lake.

By the lake, in the middle of the woods, there is a small wooden house.

This kind of place is actually inhabited?

"There are indeed people." Yang Ya pointed the tip of his nose and walked forward.

"It can't be some kind of illusion, right?"

Hui Huan estimated that this should be the most marginal area on the other side of Wanshan facing the giant eye, that is, the westernmost side of [Futu].

According to the rules of the sect, since Wanshan was once closed, there should be no more people in any corner.

But now, I have to follow Yang Ya to find out, after all, the two of them still have the killing target at this hour has not been completed.

When I got closer, I saw that there were fences, drying racks, fishing nets, hammocks, earthen stoves, and self-made simple stone mills outside the house, and I confirmed that this forest hut was indeed inhabited by people.

Yang Ya was not polite, talked to himself, and pushed the door in.

"Who is it?" Someone in the house noticed their presence for the first time.

Following the sound, Yang Ya saw a sturdy old man dressed as a hunter, sitting at a small table in the room.

The old man was blind with empty eyes.

"Old man, we are passing by, begging for a sip of water."

Hui Huan stopped Yang Ya behind him and glared at him.

The old man nodded, stretched out his finger and pointed, "There is one over there, I can't see it with my eyes, so I won't get up to serve." ”

On the side table, there is a kettle with two cups that are not in a set.

Getting closer, the old man did have a [floating map] message on his head, a fingernail-sized "person" character.

"Old man, do you live alone in the mountains?"

The doubts in Huihuan's heart are accumulating more and more.

"Ah, no, and my granddaughter, who cooks in the back."

At the mention of his granddaughter, the corners of the old man's mouth unconsciously rose.

"Shall I take a look?" Yang Ya rushed back to Huan and gave a look, meaning not to greet each other, there was not enough time.

"You two, you're cultivators, right? How did you get here? ”

The old man suddenly spoke, although he couldn't see it, but his nose seemed to be more agile than Yang Ya.

"Yes, old man, we were chased all the way to get here."

That's not a lie.

Although Hui Huan was suspicious, he also understood that since he was the person who had been marked by [Futu], the identity of this old man would not be fake.

The fact that this old man is so calm and calm may have something to do with the fact that he is an old hunter.

"Sorry to disturb, let's finish drinking water and leave."

Despite this, Huihuan still felt that it was safe, and went out to discuss with Yang Ya first.

Returning to the world, he poured two glasses of water, let Yang Ya drink it first, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Just as he was about to say goodbye, the old man spoke again: "Since the people who are chasing you have stopped, it is better to stay and eat before leaving, I haven't met anyone else for many years, and I want to talk to you." ”

"Old man...... How do you know......" Hui Huan didn't hold back, but still asked.

"I'm a hunter, and there are organs within a radius of several miles from my hut, whether anyone comes from or where they come from, don't look at me blind, they can't hide my ears."

Hui Huan felt that this answer was reasonable, but he still forgot about eating, and he didn't have that time, and was about to excuse himself, but Yang Ya strode forward and sat next to the old man.

Yang Ya grinned: "Old man, what do you have for lunch?" ”

Some people died, but not completely......