How strong Uncle Hua is, except for the current head of the Li family, his mother, and the eldest lady Mu Xi, no one knows, and Tang Ji naturally doesn't know.

But there are many things, even if you don't know, you can speculate.

Although Tang Ji had not seen Uncle Hua make a move in the Battle of the Lost Swamp, he could at least have a rough judgment of Uncle Hua's strength from two things.

First of all, Mu Xi, as the entire Miss Wei Guo and the most talented heir of the Lesheng family, her life safety must be the top priority of the entire family.

But for a long time, by Mu Xi's side, there was only one Uncle Hua protecting her.

If he doesn't have enough strength to deter Xiaoxiao, how can Uncle Hua be entrusted with this important task by the head of the Li family?

Secondly, when he was in Linchuan City, Tang Ji entered the demon with the power of devouring, and his arrogance was monstrous, and even the half-saint could swallow it in one bite, how terrifying!

But Uncle Hua was able to appear behind him quietly and stun him with one blow, although it was a surprise attack, but at least it showed that Uncle Hua's strength was at least at the half-saint level!

This point, in fact, from the beginning, the bright golden light on Uncle Hua's body can also be glimpsed one or two.

But I don't know why, after Tang Ji reawakened and the realm fell back to Hanlin, Uncle Hua's strength seemed to have declined with the ≮ ∮, which made their escape so difficult.

At this time, Tang Ji didn't have time to think about so many things, he was just running wildly, with a resolute and silent spark flashing in his eyes.

As Uncle Hua said before, now Tang Ji's fate is no longer just his fate, if he dies, then Uncle Hua can only be buried with him!

So Don Ji has to survive. He wanted to survive.

So even though Tang Ji's legs were as heavy as lead at this time, his breath was filled with an incomparably fishy sweet smell. His face was extremely pale, but he still didn't stop.

"Hah...... Ha ......"

Without Uncle Hua's help. Tang Ji's escape speed has dropped significantly, but he knows very well that even if he can take one more step forward, he will be able to increase his vitality!

Uncle Hua's delay in catching up made Tang Ji worried, but he didn't dare to turn back, nor did he dare to stop, so he could only move forward and move forward again. Step by step, galloping in the direction of the Funeral Flower Ridge.

This time, Tang Ji ran for a lot longer than before, but maybe he unknowingly broke through the limit of his body, and his speed increased a lot, and he finally ran out of this damn forest before sunset!

Funeral Flower Ridge is just around the corner.

At this time, Tang Ji's mind was already in chaos, he didn't know how much time had passed, and he didn't know how far he had run. But fortunately, he is still alive.

To live is to have hope.

Tang Ji walked with difficulty, panting and came to the funeral flower ridge. Then his footsteps stopped for the first time.

Not because he couldn't walk anymore, and not because he gave up his promise to Uncle Hua, but because he was in front of him. At the entrance of the funeral flower ridge, a stone monument appeared. Next to the stone monument, a figure appeared.

It was an old man. His beard and hair were all white, holding a remnant flag in his hand, and he was leaning on the stone tablet, his eyes were sad.

Tang Ji didn't know who this person was, why he appeared here, was the appearance of the old man a coincidence, or was he deliberately waiting for him to fall into the net?

Because he didn't know anything, Tang Ji didn't dare to make a sound, he even tried to suppress his panting, and then cautiously walked around the old man's side.

And at this time, the old man seemed to notice Tang Ji's arrival, and quietly said, "Do you know why this place is called Burial Flower Ridge?"

Tang Ji was stunned, looked around, and found that the old man's words should be asked to himself, so he hesitated and said: "It is rumored that during the holy war in the past, half of the twelve demons of the demon clan fell here, hence this name." ”

"Hmph, you hypocritical savages, how dare you put gold on your face. The old man sneered, and the remnant flag in his hand fluttered in the wind, like weeping like blood.

Hearing this, Tang Ji felt a pang in his heart, he vaguely guessed the identity of the old man, but he didn't dare to answer, he took a step again, and prepared to leave.

But the old man's voice followed suit: "Many years ago, I had a friend who was very weak, and her favorite thing was these flowers and plants, and even once she raised an orchid that died, not only did she cry for a long time, but finally dug a soil pit to bury the orchid, you say ridiculous?"

As he spoke, the old man walked over from the stone tablet, looking at the mountain flowers all over the mountain in the Funeral Flower Ridge, with remembrance and nostalgia in his eyes.

Probably because of this, so she named herself Xihua, we often made fun of her because of this, she was not angry, always patiently told us, flowers and trees are also life, they are life, and they should be respected, but she never thought that in many cases, you respect other lives, but they will betray you in turn. ”

"You buried the flowers today because of pity, who will bury you tomorrow?"

Speaking of this, the old man pointed to the flagpole in his hand, pointing to the wild mountain flowers, and said with sadness: "In the end, my friend didn't even leave a whole corpse, but she used her last life to nourish these flowers and plants, she said, when she saw these flowers in the future, she saw her, and when the mountain flowers were shining, she was smiling at us." ”

"You see, how happy she laughs......"

Tang Ji didn't know why the old man was telling him this, but he still felt an indescribable heaviness from the old man's words.

So he couldn't help but ask, "Your friend...... How's that, I mean, she'......"

Undoubtedly, this was a very inappropriate question, but the old man did not shy away from it, but said indifferently: "I was besieged by the six great sages for three days and three nights, and finally the five horses were separated and died. ”

Tang Ji was silent, not knowing what to say, he could only sigh softly: "I'm sorry......"

The old man smiled coldly: "If the apology is useful, what do you want to punish from heaven?" This matter, our brothers will naturally help her avenge...... now I only want to know one thing."

As he spoke, the old man walked up to Tang Ji and stretched out a hand.

"I just want to know, would you like to join us?"

Hearing this, Tang Ji didn't seem too surprised, because this was originally expected, but he didn't expect that the other party would ask so directly.

Tang Ji knew that he only needed to hold that palm, and he didn't have to flee anymore, because the other party was the strongest of the twelve demon generals in the past, and he had led hundreds of personal soldiers to wantonly slaughter people and demons in the Linxia Valley!

But unfortunately, Tang Ji still didn't have enough courage to take that step after all, so he shook his head and repeated the two words he had said earlier with a wry smile.

"I'm sorry. (To be continued......)