Qu Ping, as the name suggests, Qu Qu is like a screen.

The rolling peaks form a natural barrier, straight or curved, sparse or dense, and the earth is divided like a peeled onion.

The ancients: I don't know the true face of Zhou Mountain, only because I am in this mountain. Zhoushan is the pillar of heaven recorded in the ancient books, and no one can see its true face, so this sentence of poetry naturally cannot be verified, but it is passed down by people by word of mouth.

Previously, Ye Ku was riding the strong wind formed by the wave of the sleeves of the one-armed Taoist in the green robe, and he came out of the curved screen in the blink of an eye, and now when he enters this mountain, he knows that every place in this world is incomparably vast, and every place cannot be underestimated.

He has been in the curved screen for dozens of miles, and what he sees in front of him is still lush and verdant, if it were not for the difference in the thickness of the rotten leaves and dead branches piled up on the ground, it would really make people think that they have been standing still all along, and they have not advanced an inch.

The twilight is near, and the dawn is yin and yang.

Such as the Ping Mountains in the sky, the clouds and waves, not as leisurely as ordinary clouds, turn but gallop and fly, if you have to look closely, this cloud has nothingness, it is actually the monk Shenhong turned into, and it flies away.

Under the flowing clouds, a few miles away, a humanoid black shadow seemed to be tireless, undulating and flying, and the leaves were undoubtedly withered.

"The mountains here are continuous, mountain after mountain, screen after screen, as if endless, completely different from the place where I drove the dragon to fall. ”

The earth supported Ye Ku's figure, and his linen clothes were stained with blood, and blood appeared in the mountains.

The large expanse of blood was already stained with a lot of mud, like small ink spots, messily intertwined into pieces, and there was no fluttering posture on the body, but the eyes were embedded in the face covered with animal blood and dust, and the expression was still resolute, without compromise.

The more the old man of the Ling family chased, the more frightened he became, and at the beginning, he still had the strength to use his qi to carry the sound, affecting Ye Ku's mind, but now he had to control the Divine Rainbow with all his strength to be able to keep up with the jumping and undulating figure below and below.

From morning to night, from morning to dusk, the monk is not iron-clad, when the strength, true qi, and divine sense are finally exhausted, whether it is Ye Ku or the old man of the Ling family, they all show a trace of fatigue, and they are no longer as fast as at the beginning of this pursuit.

"How can this little beast have such a good spirit, but in the mortal bone realm, a breath of true qi can last like this?" The old man of the Ling family didn't know how many times he scolded in his heart, if these curses were really useful, Ye Wei was afraid that he would have turned into a pool of blood.

But no matter what he was thinking about, he had to grit his teeth, urge the clouds, and catch up.

The old man didn't know that the realm of the wandering things was very mysterious, "outside the wandering things" was not intentional by people, but all kinds of "foreign objects" to avoid people, and in the mountains and woodlands, the two lines of civil engineering were prosperous, and the two-pronged approach was two-pronged, and the leaves withered were borrowed from great ingenuity, unlike this old man, who only relied on a strong cultivation, and drove the rainbow all the way into clouds to chase and kill.

"This mountain range is a layer of natural barriers, I originally wanted to use the night as a cover after nightfall, and mixed into Quping Town, now with this mountain range as a cover, why worry about things not happening?"

Ye withered face like sinking water, the strong wind from the head could not wrinkle the corners of his eyebrows, the heart lake could not wave, he turned back from time to time along the way, although he knew that his speed was not as good as when he was in his heyday, but the old man behind him was also exhausted.

It was undoubtedly wishful thinking that he wanted to get rid of the old man, but it was also a dream for the old man to catch up with him.

The twilight has the potential of a quadruple, the monks of the Ling family's god realm have not yet appeared, everything is very beneficial to him, as long as he is not anxious, the wandering things are in the body, and the earth is in the divine sense, this killing situation can be solved.

The two of them clenched their teeth, and their minds did not slack off in the slightest, chasing and fleeing, and unconsciously went deeper into the Quping Mountain for more than ten miles.

The night curtain was torn apart by a tengu, and every inch was pulled to cover the sky, obscuring the day.

As if he was annoyed that the sky had changed so quickly, and as if he knew that things could no longer be done, the old man of the Ling family jumped from the clouds and landed on the top of a mountain peak.

Looking at the faintly recognizable black shadow in the distance, the qi of the whole body sank, and the dry lips slightly opened a silent character, pointing and forming a sword, and a white divine pattern was like grass growing in spring, winding up in the void.

The old man's expression was solemn, his white hair seemed to be blown by the wind, like a stream gushing, and then fell on his shoulder, and he pointed between his eyebrows, and a sermon appeared from the center of his eyebrows, turning into a drop of essence blood and being led down, dripping from his fingertips into the white divine pattern in front of him.

Tattooed, the old man drank softly, pointed at his hand, and the springgrass-like spirit pattern turned into a gray and white divine light, and when it started, it flashed, and when it went, it was no longer visible.

Rushing down from the top of the mountain, submerged into the forest, silently piercing the black shadow in the distance.

There seems to be an invisible mirror between heaven and earth, reflecting a gray and white light and shadow.

Like a shuttle like electricity, where the gray and white gods passed, the split leaf tornado, startled a dead leaf, flying all over the sky, in a trance, there are thousands of dead leaves in the air, and there is a trace of snow-like light and shadow staggered between each dead leaf.

The broken leaves are like silk, dragged into a straight line where the gray and white god pattern passes, and the god pattern passes, like a stunning son, the dust is not clean, and the leaves are not stained.

Ye Ku stepped on a mountain bluestone, looked back, there was no longer that cloud shadow in the faint night, it should be the old man who retreated from the difficulty, let him escape from the sky.

The turbidity in the chest did not vomit, and suddenly there was a chill to the bone, which hit the heart.

It seems to have fallen from the scorching summer into the cold winter, and it seems that there are thousands of big snakes around, the leaves are withered and the cold hairs are fried, and the heads are looked around, but they only see the dense forest and the silence.

Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly, like the front, like the back, the crisis hovers in the heart like a tide, like a monstrous wave rushing in, and then retreating rapidly, the wind and clouds are swallowed, and the cold is soaked in the bones.

"Behind!"

His face was on the side, the killing intent was coming, he didn't have time to react, and under his intuition, intercepting, chopping, and turning the three mysteries were useless, and the five elements rotated, but he saw that there were nine long swords, all kinds of brilliance flowing, hanging and standing, like a solid portal, forming the momentum of the nine palaces, protecting the leaves withered.

"Weng!"

There was a soft groan in his ears, and the gray spirit shadow was like a gray line grass snake, lying on the ground, several flashes, and then like a dragon raising its head, haunting the grass, waves, trees and water, and stabbing at a long sword of brilliance in an instant.

There was a surge of true qi in the gray and white divine pattern, the void was shaking, almost shattered by the sharp edge of this divine pattern, and the surging energy fluctuations made Ye withered all over his black hair fluttering, and at this time he was covered in blood, like a demon seed from the netherworld.

"Click!

Suddenly, Jin Xing entered the three-foot Qingfeng transformed into a divine consciousness, and the various colors of light circulating on the sword body were stagnant, and the cracking sound started, as if a piece of jade was being torn apart, and there was a sudden tendency to collapse.

But it is undeniable that this sword really blocked the pace of the gray and white god pattern, slowing down the chilling killing momentum.

Ye Ku shouted, the eight swords on his side turned, turning into a string of brilliant streamers and submerging into this sword one after another, with the help of the eight swords, the cracking of the sword body stopped, the glory was magnificent, and it rose in the wind, like a mountain peak rising from the ground, and like an insurmountable sword gate, lying between the leaf withering and the gray and white god pattern.

"Zheng!"

It was the gray and white god pattern that trembled, shaking the sword gate.

"Khooth!"

In the mountain of giant swords, it seems to open a portal, there is a long song in the sky, the sword door opens, killing like a tide, as if thousands of troops and horses are galloping, one after another fluttering fairy spirits rush out from the sword gate, slashing towards the gray, wanting to completely wipe it out.

The dazzling red gold and the mysterious gray rise to the sky, illuminating the void, and the divine light falls on the mountains and rivers, drawing two distinct worlds in the silent night.

This was an excellent opportunity to pursue, but the old man on the top of the mountain remained motionless, letting the wind howl from above, only his eyes were closed, and he made a false stroke with one hand, as if he was evolving a great art.

There is a wisp of his origin divine consciousness in the gray and white divine pattern, in the mountains, it seems to be a fighting method, but in fact, it is a fighting with divine sense, making a flying sword for more than a hundred steps, and wanting to take the head of the leaf withering.

Ye Ku's eyebrows are bleeding, the sword gate is Jin Xing into the form of divine consciousness, the divine consciousness competition is the most dangerous, the sword is broken, if there is really that time, his soul is broken, and he will become a stupid person.

"Buzz!"

Ye Ku was like a god in his soul, standing still, and there was a golden sword phantom flickering between his eyebrows, covering all the blood stains that flowed.

The golden sword was buzzing and trembling, and in the blink of an eye, it rose up like a divine soldier unsheathed, rushed out from the center of Ye Ku's eyebrows, turned into a golden light, and merged into the sword gate.

The sword opens the portal, the fairy spirit is flickering, its momentum is no longer ethereal and soft, the edge is rising, the determination is pressing, the surrounding trees are broken, the roots are broken and the branches are destroyed, the fairy shadow in the sword gate condenses into the sword light, turns into a sword river, and flies down.

"Boom!"

The gray and white divine pattern trembled, blooming with dazzling brilliance, but unfortunately, just like the dying person had the image of returning to the light, he was completely cut off by the sword river after a while, and dissipated into nothingness.

The wind is silent at night.

The old man standing on the top of the mountain had two streaks of blood flowing from the corners of his eyes, and his bearded jaw trembled, and then his whole body began to tremble, as if he was suffering great pain.

"Poof!"

The tall body collapsed like a high wall, and a violent stinging pain exploded from the sea of souls, he couldn't hold it anymore, knelt on one knee, his hand touched his eyebrows, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, smashing on the mountain rock and shattering to the ground.

"This old horseman, the ghost is not gone, seeing that it is going to be dark and chasing me, cough cough ......"

In the mountains, the victorious leaves withered were not comfortable, the sea of souls was rising, and bursts of stinging pain shook like echoes, raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, and sitting on the ground, panting.

It's just that he is much better than the old man who has been cut into the god pattern, and he can still move freely.

In the case of Fang Cai, the old man of the Transformation Realm only attached a wisp of Origin Divine Consciousness to the gray and white divine pattern, and being defeated by the Sword Gate was only a heavy blow to the Divine Consciousness, and Ye Ku bet all his net worth, if he lost this game, the end would only be a broken soul sea, and the three souls and seven spirits would be cut clean.

After a little relief, he forced a breath and continued to sweep towards the depths of Quping Mountain.