It was sunrise in the east, but the deeper you went into the woods, the darker the light became.

From time to time, one or two wild monster cries echoed in his ears, the leaves rustled, Yin Chunyu, who had never had experience in eliminating evil spirits, was a little stunned in his heart, his body shrunk, and shouted: "Ling Xue?"

But all that responded to him was the gust of yin wind, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

He didn't know what would happen if he went any further, it must be very dangerous, there were potential man-eating beasts lurking in the vicinity, but Ling Xue was in front of him, he had to find her and protect her as much as possible.

Eventually, he could no longer see what was in front of him.

No matter how bad he was, he knew what was surrounding him at this time—miasma.

It's too bad, with his cultivation, the general miasma can't be broken, let alone such a huge miasma, he subconsciously doesn't breathe, so as not to inhale too much miasma.

But despite this, the gradual discomfort in his body reminded him that the miasma had entered his lungs, and his head gradually became dizzy, and he almost fell several times, but fortunately, he grabbed a handful of his hands around, and happened to hold the body of the tree beside him.

What to do......

Could it be that he was going to die here before he saw Ling Xue?

It's no wonder that Ling Xue has looked down on him since he was a child, just this miasma can easily kill him, and it seems that he is an out-and-out waste.

As the young master of the Shengming Sect, Ling Xue needed a husband who was more powerful than her and could protect the Shengming Sect and protect Luoheyu with her, not someone like him who couldn't even protect herself.

At this moment when his life was approaching, Yin Chunyu really understood that he and Ling Xue were really incompatible, and he finally decided to let go, but now, what could he do if he didn't let go? He was dying.

Suddenly, a scream came from not far ahead, and Yin Chunyu's swelling head was frightened to sober up a little bit.

This is...... This was the voice of the disciple who was accompanying Ling Xue......

Something happened to Ling Xue?

Thinking of this, Yin Chunyu was shocked.

How could he wait until death like a coward? Ling Xue was in front, and he had to hold out until he saw her.

Thinking about it, Yin Chunyu's palms spread out. The spirit flowed suddenly, a bright dagger appeared in front of him, his heart was ruthless, the dagger "swished" through the flesh, he frowned in pain, and because of this pain, he had to recover some strength in his body.

He hurriedly gassed the spiritual fire and walked briskly to the deepest part of the woods, and after a while, he finally saw someone in front of him, but in the shaking of the figure, it was obvious that there were only two people.

There's no snow in it!

"What's going on, what's going on?"

When he got closer, Yin Chunyu saw clearly that there were not only two people here, but three people.

But the third person, how can he still be considered a human? It was already a dried corpse that had been sucked dry and unrecognizable.

Fortunately, the figure looked like a man, Yin Chunyu's heart was tight, he was afraid of hearing Ling Xue's bad news.

A disciple was already frightened, his eyes were fixed on the dried corpse, and his whole body was trembling, and even Yin Chunyu's sudden appearance did not make him move at all.

The other disciple was relatively calm, he sobbed and said in a trembling voice: "I don't know what it was just now, but a gust of wind suddenly blew, and then the little junior brother was sucked dry of the essence yuan, and the eldest lady chased after him!"

The disciples who came to Qiu Mountain today to eliminate evil spirits were all the best among the juniors of the Shengming Sect, but he actually said that he didn't see anything clearly!