Yang Qian and Yan Wushuang stepped into the darkness again and rushed towards the front, the sound of the fight behind them gradually weakened, but there was also a fierce sound of fighting in front of them.

Yang Qian's head was big for a while, this was really a fight between the gods, and the people were suffering! But it was impossible for them to retreat, the Jindan period master battle was too terrifying. If they stay a little longer, I'm afraid there won't be even scum left.

Yang Qian slowed down his pace and slowly touched forward. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the battle ahead. In the battle ahead, there was an acquaintance of Yang Qian, who was the Guiyuan faction Song Ming and a woman in white who were fighting.

Needless to say, this woman in white was the white phantom that Yan Wushuang saw. Because the woman in white moves very elegantly, floating around as if there is no weight. If it weren't for the clear shadow under her, Yang Qian would definitely identify her as a female ghost.

Song Ming and the woman in white are both in the foundation building period, and the battle has a much smaller impact than the battle between the snow demon and the flowerless monk. Yang Qian and Yan Wushuang stood in place and watched.

Yang Qian had a good impression of Song Ming and was very concerned about his battle, and another reason was that Yang Qian had already seen a way out, and it was on the other side of Song Ming's battle with the woman in white. If they want to get out of the dungeon, they must pass through the battle arena of the two.

This is impossible to do, unless Yang Qian's cultivation is to the heavens. Now it's just a dead word for him to rush over.

"Swallow the moon, why are you here. Yan Wushuang felt that something was touching her behind her, and when she turned her head to look, she found that it was the ice dog swallowing the moon. Yang Qian glanced at the ice dog and did not speak.

Yang Qian thought to himself: "This ice dog's cultivation is not low, it is very affectionate to Yan Wushuang, and it may save their lives at a critical moment." ”

Yang Qian just turned his head, the battle in the field had changed, and Song Ming's long sword pierced into the chest of the woman in white like electricity. The woman in white not only did not let out any screams, but smiled, very abnormally, and then she dissipated like green smoke. Song Ming obviously didn't expect this to be the case, and he was a little overwhelmed.

Yang Qian is no wonder, this is how the old demon Qianmian escaped from the pursuit of Jiu Zhenren and Duxue Zhenren.

"...... behind" Yang Qian's eyes quickly turned, looking for the figure of the woman in white, and when he saw the woman in white appear behind Song Ming, he shouted anxiously.

Song Ming heard Yang Qian's shout, and before he could turn his head, he saw the sleeves of the woman in white suddenly stretching out, flying like two ropes. Song Ming couldn't avoid it, and his neck was firmly tied by the sleeves. He felt a suffocation, and his eyes rolled suddenly.

The change in the battle between the two was too fast, Yang Qian and Yan Wushuang couldn't predict it at all, so they could only watch this scene blankly.

Song Ming's long sword was also tied by his sleeves, and he had no ability to fight back at all. Yang Qian suddenly pulled out the pig-killing knife and prepared to come to the rescue.

Yang Qian didn't think that he could win the fight against the woman in white, but he couldn't watch Song Ming die in front of his eyes. This is inconsistent with his principles of life.

Once he treats a person as a friend, he will treat him sincerely and is willing to stick a knife in his ribs.

Yang Qian slammed his feet on the ground, rushed to the battlefield like a gust of wind, and the pig-killing knife slashed at the left sleeve of the woman in white like a meteor.

"Hee-hee-hee.......-hee" The woman in white was obviously disdainful of Yang Qian's self-indulgent behavior.

The pig-killing knife cut on the sleeve of the woman in white, but it did not break in response as before, as if it had been cut in defeat, but bounced the pig-killing knife back.

"Slap ......" The sleeves of the woman in white swung out like a snake and hit Yang Qian's chest, knocking him out. Yang Qian sprayed blood and fell to the ground. He felt depressed for a while, and the cultivation of the foundation building period was really not something he could deal with.

"Uncle Yang......" Yan Wushuang saw Yang sneaking to the ground and wanted to run over.

"Don't come here. Yang Qian shouted, suddenly rolled on the ground, and the pig-killing knife rose again, slashing at the legs of the woman in white.

The woman in white didn't take half a step, her right foot suddenly lifted, and her flying foot kicked Yang Qian away again. Yang Qian felt that his sternum was broken four or five, and it was a little difficult to even breathe, and it was difficult to get up.

The woman in white seemed to hate Yang Qian's behavior like a fly, with an impatient expression on her face, and her right sleeve flew out like lightning, stabbing Yang Qian's throat like a sharp sword. Yang had no way to avoid it, so he could only watch in despair as the white sword got closer and closer.

"No return to the sword. At the last moment, Song Ming broke free from the sleeves of the woman in white, the long sword turned, and a fierce sword qi slashed directly at the throat of the woman in white. The long sword and body, the woman in white repeated her old skills and dissipated again.

"So you're a fog demon. Song Ming finally knew the true body of the woman in white.

"Hee-hee...... Guessed what?" said the woman in white on the other side.

Song Ming put away the long sword and said to Yang Qian: "Brother Yang, you go to the side to avoid it first." ”

Yang Qian covered his chest, gritted his teeth and got up, and retreated to Yan Wushuang's side. In the absence of his Shadow Drive and Blood Servant, such a battle was beyond his reach.

"It's blazing. As Song Ming's hands danced, a fierce flame was generated, falling straight above the head of the woman in white. The fist-sized fireball didn't last long and was extinguished immediately, but Song Ming kept his hands on it, and countless fireballs fell, turning this piece into a sea of fire.

The fireball attacks indiscriminately, and the fog demon can't deal with it. Because her body was fogged out, she was afraid of flames.

The fog demon stood on tiptoe and jumped in the flames, but it was very embarrassed, and there were several holes in its white clothes.

"Echo Bell, now. Song Ming's flames became more and more intense, and the fog demon did not sit still, but sacrificed a large bell and shrouded his whole body in it.

Song Ming's flames fell on the big bell, not only did not burn the bell, but also fought back. Song Ming retreated again and again, so that he was not burned by his own flames.

"Suffer death!" The fog demon had a big bell to help, and through the flames, pressed towards Song Ming.

Song Ming once again drew his long sword to deal with the big bell. The big bell was huge and round, so Song Ming had nowhere to focus. The fog demon seized the opportunity, stretched out his right hand from the big bell, carried the huge wind, and stabbed Song Ming in the chest.

If it weren't for Song Ming's quick dodge, his heart would have been poached by the fog demon.

"It's time to return. "Song Ming didn't have any empty sentimentality, the long sword flew, the sword qi suddenly came to life, one sword turned into three, and then into nine, carrying a huge force to smash on the fog demon's big bell.

The fog demon's bell was like a hard tortoise shell, and when Song Ming's long sword fell, nothing happened, just bursts of sparks.

Song Ming was a little out of breath, and he was a little desperate in his heart. The magic weapon of the fog demon is too powerful to be broken!

The fog demon was handy, occasionally clawing out, and scratching Song Ming all over his body.

The entire space was full of flames, and Yang Qian and Yan Wushuang had already shrunk in the corner, still feeling very hot, and their bodies were covered in sweat.

"You guys go out first......" Song Ming's battle with the fog demon was getting closer and closer to Yang Qian. Song Ming was at a disadvantage, but he didn't forget Yang Qian, and reached out and threw Yang Qian and Yan Wushuang to the other side. This direction is exactly where the exit is located.

Yang Qian clearly saw that Song Ming sent the two away, and received another slap from the fog demon, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Song Immortal Master......" Yang Qian was very sad in his heart, he had never been so eager to become stronger. He never wanted to live a life like this with no control over his own destiny. He's going to be strong, and he's going to be strong......

Yang Qian kept thinking and walking. He knew very well that staying here would not only not help Song Ming, but would also drag him down.

Yang Qian and Yan Wushuang saw the sky again, but they didn't feel any joy at all.

"Uncle Yang, it's a black nematode. Yang Qian was a little distracted, and he almost stepped on a black nematode without knowing it, but after listening to Yan Wushuang's reminder, he came to his senses and slashed the black worm to death with a knife.

"Come on my back. Yang Qian had seen the horror of the black nematode, and hurriedly picked up Yan Wushuang.

The top of the mountain was in chaos and full of holes, as if a hundred thousand troops had passed through here. Oyama used to wear a thick white new cotton coat, but now he has become a beggar's outfit. A broken piece here, a broken piece there, people can't bear to look at it directly.

This is the battle ground between the Snow Demon and the Monk without Flowers. The master of the Jindan period battled, and it was fortunate that the mountain was not collapsed.

These are not the focus of Yang Qian's concern. What he was worried about was that Yan Chixia still didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Yang Qian looked around for a while, then chose a direction and ran away. This direction is where Yan Chixia disappeared last.

"Uncle Yang, there are a lot of worms. Yang Qian had just climbed a small hill and was about to go down. Yan Wushuang pointed to the right and shouted.

Yang Qian took a look, there were black nematodes all over the ground, but they were all dead.

Yang dived around and walked to the right. After a while, Yang Qian came to a deep pit. Yang Qian glanced at the pit and gasped, the situation inside was too terrifying.

A human monk is entangled with an oversized black nematode. The black nematode's claws pierced the human monk's chest, and the human monk's sword stabbed into the black nematode's neck. It's a lose-lose situation. Both sides are still entangled, and it depends on who can hold out to the end.

The black nematode was the thickness of a human thigh, and it was terrifying. Yan Wushuang just glanced at it, and his face turned pale. She had also seen the horrors of black nematodes.

Yang Qian saw the huge black nematode, and suddenly remembered the record in the "Strange Things". This black nematode is an ancient alien worm called Chaos. They can devour everything and turn it into their own cultivation, which is very terrifying. Fortunately, this Chaos is still in its infancy, otherwise this piece of heaven and earth would no longer exist.

The Chaos Larvae killed thousands of people in the entire Qingyang Town, killing people at will, without being taught, Yang Qian also wanted to send it to hell.

"You're waiting for me here. Yang Qian put down Yan Wushuang and rushed towards the deep pit. The Chaos Mother had already noticed that someone was coming, and directed the larvae to press towards Yang.

"Kill yourself. Yang Qian's pig-killing knife swung to the extreme, opened his bow left and right, and fought with the chaos larvae.

After a while, Yang Qian's forehead was sweating, and not only did he not take a step forward, but took three steps back. He didn't have a fire-based spell, and he couldn't deal with so many Chaos Larvae by relying only on physical attacks.

Yang Qian sighed for a while, too careless, too self-righteous. He thought that the Chaos Mother was on the verge of death and should not have time to take care of himself, but he didn't expect that there were so many Chaos larvae hiding aside.