The rest of the journey seemed to be easy, and there were many forsythia, peaches, plums, and edible fruit trees such as pear, jujube, and pomegranate. Jiang Ye shot down a few more wild ducks, and everyone had a full meal, and continued to move forward. And Lonely was quite curious about Jiang Ye's technique of hitting birds with stones, and humbly asked for advice, Jiang Ye said: "There is no need to teach, as long as you practice for three hours a day, you can master it in a year." Lonely practiced with interest for a while, and because he felt useless, he gave up again.

There are many beautiful springs, waterfalls, streams, jade trees, and dangerous peaks on the road, and everyone fights and makes trouble, as if they have forgotten the trial. Walking through this valley, a dangerous peak in front of him was shrouded in mist, and the sound of the wind whistling in the valley came out, which was quite weird, making Jiang Ye and the others stand on their hairs.

Jiang Ye led everyone to turn back, picked many wild fruits, and hunted many wild ducks before entering this valley. The fog in the valley was thick, and it was difficult to identify the road, and the people of Jiang Ye slowly groped their way. Suddenly, the scene in front of him stunned his eyes.

A ferocious beast about three feet tall was staring at them from afar, its canine teeth exposed, about half the width of its face, its eyes motionless like that of a puppet, its face rotten, and its body extremely distorted, as if it were not a human creation.

Jiang Ye slowly squatted down and made a silent gesture.

But Meng Fan couldn't bear the panic anymore, and hurriedly fled downward, the beast just scurried, and in an instant it caught up with Meng Fan, Meng Fan screamed in horror, and the wail resounded through the valley.

Jiang Ye secretly said "go", and everyone hurriedly rushed down the mountain. When they reached the bottom of the mountain, everyone was out of breath, and Jiang Ye bit his fingers tightly and began to ponder. Lan Yin's frightened face turned pale and couldn't calm down for a long time.

"What's that?" Fanghua asked in a frightened voice.

"That beast is no creature." Jiang Ye replied, but he didn't expect that the sect would arrange such a harsh trial in this valley.

"What now?" Chen Ming asked.

Everyone was silent, and Jiang Ye couldn't think of any way.

"Then I have to give up." Wang Hai proposed.

"You have to go back, you go back alone." Lonely scolded that he didn't want to go back to his homeland.

"For now, we should wait." Jiang Ye proposed, "If Meng Fan can go down the mountain......

"He's dead, dead......" Lan Lan hugged her head and cried, and Fanghua hugged her by the side.

"Now we can only wait for this opportunity." Jiang Ye supports the forehead. On the way down the mountain, he looked at it a few times, and vaguely remembered that Meng Fan was gradually buried in the fog, and then there was a scream that resounded through the valley.

What to do? Now it has become a dead knot, the strength of the fierce beast is definitely not something he can deal with, since it is a trial, there must be a way to crack it.

It was getting dark, and there was only silence in the darkness.

After a long period of deep thought, he never saw Meng Fan come down, Jiang Ye said, "You should turn back."

"We finally came here, but we gave up because of your words, don't you want to enter the sect?" Lonely said resentfully.

"Even if you go up, you will be sent to death, so it's better to go back and don't do anything else." Jiang Ye calmly seemed to have no feelings.

"I thought you would be different from them, but I didn't expect you to be the same dog." Lonely and sarcastic.

"What about you? You said that you can take us through here, but you don't know anything, now that Meng Fan is dead, don't deceive us anymore and let us follow in his footsteps, and send you to death yourself. Jiang Ye said angrily.

"If you're afraid of death, then you can go, I don't need you." Lonely and indifferent.

"Saving my life is more important to me than anything else." After Jiang Ye finished speaking, he walked straight in the direction he came, and Wang Hai also followed.

After pondering for a long time, they left one after another, leaving alone here.

Lonely as he watched everyone leave, he looked at the smoky valley, slightly wet, as if he had lost his mind, and went straight down, staring at the sky, remembering all the things before.

His mother, who held his hand when she was very sick, his brothers who wanted to kill him for the throne, his lascivious father, who treated her beloved mother like a plaything, had sworn that he would slash him with a sword if he set foot in the fairy path.

But why stop there? He was unwilling, he was resentful, and his resentment turned into the water of the Yangtze River, which was wantonly vented in his heart.

He lay on the ground for an unknown amount of time, until the dew and tears soaked his clothes, and the sky was about to break, he slowly stood up, forgetting the cold and hunger on his body, and looked at the peaks in the distance, thinking that even if he died, he would die here.

So he walked towards the depths of the fog. The fog was thick and he didn't notice any danger around him, and he walked cautiously forward. Suddenly, he was startled behind him, and when he turned to look back, the beast was staring straight at him. A man and a beast confronted each other like this, time passed minute by minute, and the loneliness did not know how long he looked at it, his body was extremely cold, and he never dared to act rashly.

In the end, his body was exhausted to the extreme, and with a stumble in front of him, the fierce beast suddenly pounced, and the lonely covered his face with his hands, thinking that this was the end of it?

The moment the beast touched his body, it turned into a puff of smoke and dispersed, and after a while, it began to coalesce again.

Lonely realized that he was not dead, and was busy inspecting the beast, only to see a cloud of fog slowly condensing, which was the general appearance of the beast.

"Could it be that this beast was made from the condensation of the valley mist?" Loneliness can't help but speculate.

He struggled to get up, and couldn't help but be ecstatic: "It turns out that this is the trial of the sect."

Thinking that Jiang Ye had all left, and only he could have the opportunity to complete the trial, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and smile. After laughing, he raised his forehead and said gloomily: "It's just right, how can that group of wastes deserve to enter the immortal gate with me, and I am the only one who has the opportunity to become an immortal."

Next, he forced himself to walk to the top of the mountain. It was unusually cold in the valley, and it seemed that he would not last long, and the confrontation with the beast had almost exhausted his physical strength, and he had to leave this place as soon as possible.

Nothing after that could affect him anymore, whether it was a dead skeleton, a bewitching woman, or an evil spirit and a ferocious beast. The wind on the top of the mountain blew more and more violently, the whistling wind swirled in his ears, and he could no longer support it after staying in the cold wind for too long, his body had already been frozen, and his body had fallen down, and he could no longer get up. He held on to the rugged mountain road and crawled upwards with difficulty, even though he was bleeding from the grind, he did not stop moving forward. I don't know how long it has passed, but he finally no longer has any strength, his hands are full of scars, and his graceful and luxurious clothes are in tatters. With the last of his strength, he turned over and looked around closely, but there was no one.

"That's it, Mother." He muttered.

He tried his best, really did, but there were some things that were beyond human reach, even though he still had a lot to do.

He wanted to die here more than his hometown, on his own way.

"Ah Yi, you have to live well." He remembered telling his mother about holding his hand before she died. Of course he wants to live, but not the posture of surviving in the previous half of his life, but the posture of an immortal master who is above all living beings, and above all those who oppressed him before.

It's just that I can't seem to finish it anymore. He began to slowly close his eyes.