"Much better. What about you, do you still hurt? ”

Nalan Mingshan asked Mu Yan'er a little shyly.

"I'm getting better, too."

Mu Yan'er answered Nalan Mingshan's question generously.

Under the leadership of Elder Ren and Elder Yi, the large army has gradually walked out of the mountains and forests.

As they walked out of the mountains and forests, their eyes suddenly widened.

As far as the eye can see, there is a seemingly endless yellow earth in front of you.

A horizontal vein, undulating on this yellow earth.

That horizontal vein is the Tiger Slope.

Twelve years ago, it was a place sprinkled with the blood of the participating teams of Songhe Academy!

Twelve years later, when they passed through this place again, if it weren't for Elder Ren and Elder Yi who had already told everyone about it, no one would have known that in this place, on the land they were about to tread, there would be so much blood spilled on it.

"Yan'er, are you scared?"

Nalan Mingshan couldn't help but ask Mu Yan'er.

Unconsciously, Nalan Mingshan has changed his name to Mu Yan'er, from the original slightly rusty "Mu Yan'er" to "Yan'er".

"I'm not afraid."

Mu Yan'er looked fearless, and said to Nalan Mingshan very bravely.

"Well, don't be afraid. We will not allow the treacherous schemes of the evil forces to succeed. ”

Nalan Mingshan listened to Mu Yan'er's answer, looked at her brave expression, and was full of praise for her in his heart.

This is Yuhu Slope!

The large army faced the rising sun and finally came to the horizontal vein that was across the yellow earth.

On a large stone with a strange shape is carved three large characters, which are depicted in vermilion color, and look like a fierce tiger opening its bloody mouth.

These three words are "Yuhu Slope".

People looked at the vermilion three words "Yuhu Slope", and their hearts were pinched.

"Everyone needs to be more careful."

Elder Ren said to the crowd.

The group all nodded, doubling their attention.

Nalan Mingshan and Mu Yan'er glanced at Baili Tianchang, who was still immersed in the cultivation state beside them, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva silently, they both felt a little nervous.

"Boom...... Rumble ......"

At this moment, a rumbling sound suddenly sounded in the sky.

"Thunder? It was still the sun just now, why is it raining now? ”

The rumbling sound sounded like thunder. People can't help but wonder.

"It's the sound of war drums."

Elder Yi said to the people.

"The sound of war drums?"

When everyone heard the sound of the war drums, their morale was boosted.

"They came just in time! Let's avenge our compatriots twelve years ago! ”

Some cultivators have already made this vow.

Just after a few rumbling war drums, a group of bull-headed black-clothed people suddenly appeared in front of the large army of Songhe Academy like dark clouds in the sky, blocking everyone's way.

"Today, if you want to pass safely from this Tiger Slope, you must hand over the 'Dharma Dream'! Whether you leave behind the 'Dharma Dream' or your own life is up to you! ”

The leader of a black-clothed man with horns, holding a spear in his hand, shouted at the participating team of Songhe Academy with a fierce expression.

"Today, you are the ones who should be spared! Give your blood! To pay tribute to the souls of the dead who died at your evil hands twelve years ago! ”