The mountain wind whined, and the air was dead.

The two of them, who have lived like a year, have added a lot of hair.

Chi Songzi's face was pale, his lips were blue, he was already a little unbearable, it was not cold, Skull Mountain exuded white sunlight from the inside out, it was not cold at all, it was because he inhaled the innate death qi on the mountain.

"Thirteen days. His bloodshot eyes stared at the immovable stone door of the White Bone Cave, as if he wanted to break through a hole, and he wanted to break in, but he didn't dare.

Chi Songzi curled up, his back against the stone door squatting in the corner of the door, his eyes were blank, no longer hopeful, from the apprehension of the beginning to today's numbness, but thirteen days, he seemed to have survived thirteen spring and autumn, his heart was dry.

"Shiji Niangniang, the Terran Yuyi clan asks to see you!" the hoarse voice of the Yuyi clan sounded again.

I don't know how many times this has been, the sound has dried up and died, the echo is even more lonely, there is nothing but the wind, and even the crows on the top of the mountain will not startle two or three, they are used to it.

The Yi clan stood in the wind for a long time, and finally said two words with a slight trembling lip: "Go back." ”

"Go back?" Akamatsuko slowly raised her head, her eyes motionless, and her reaction was a little sluggish.

The Ayashi closed his eyes in pain, but his voice became firm: "Go back!"

Chi Songzi stood up with the stone door, her lips moving, and she didn't make a sound.

The two of them walked down Skull Mountain with their knees, as if they were crushed by the mountain behind them.

The Terran migration tide flocked to the southeast.

Xuandu lent the Qiankun map to the Youchao clan, and the Youchao clan loaded 200,000 people at one time, 200,000 old and weak women and children, so that the migration team of millions of people of the human race was faster.

Because the army of the heavenly court swept like a grate, ninety percent of the asuras in the desolate land had been destroyed, and it was difficult to see the murderous demons, but the demons were dead, and the earth was full of holes, and many carnivores were gnawing grass.

Except for the young and strong men, who occasionally chew some dried meat to replenish their strength, the rest of the people are hungry with wild fruits, leaves, bark, and plants.

Everyone longs to go to the southeast, and the southeast has meat to eat.

On this day, the Terran migration team met the red pine nuts of the Ryi clan.

Youchao knew the result as soon as he looked at the faces of the two.

The old man Wang said with a heavy heart: "Didn't agree?"

The Ryui shook his head: "I didn't see anyone." ”

"What?" the old man king's eyes widened, and he was angry.

The Ryi clan bowed his head and was silent.

Chi Songzi said bitterly: "We have been guarding Skull Mountain for thirteen days, and we have seen each other day and night, but no one answered the door, one is not there, and the other is that we don't want to see it." ”

"Alas!" the old man king slapped his left palm with his right fist, sighed heavily, and was deflated.

All three were silent.

After a long time, the old man Wang Youchao said: "It is imperative for the human race to migrate, otherwise you will have to wait for death." ”

Yu Yi nodded, "Let's move, move over, Qingqiu, let's fight by ourselves, people can't starve to death, survive first, if that one is angry, the three of us old guys will stand up, and afterwards, we won't kill people to vent our anger!"

"That's the reason, this is also the worst plan I discussed with the Suiren clan before I left the royal department, one step at a time. "There is Chao Dao.

"Then ...... next"

"Chi Songzi will go back and explain the situation to the Suiren clan, let him prepare to move the clan, you stay and escort the clansmen to migrate, I will go to the southeast first, settle the 200,000 clansmen in the Qiankun map, and then come back to transfer, and then transfer all these clansmen in four more times, which can shorten the time by half." "Youchao's skeleton is very large, with thick white hair, and his eyes are like lamps when he speaks, like an old lion, extremely powerful.

The Yuyi clan is a relatively gentle person, plus more than ten days of anxiety, and the mental state is much worse than that of the old man, the Yuyi clan nodded, and has no objection to the arrangement of the Chao clan.

Xuandu, who joined the escort team of the Terrans, heard that Chi Songzi and the Tieyi clan were back, so he hurriedly ran over, and asked when they met, "Have you seen Shiji Niangniang?"

Chi Songzi pulled out a smile that was more ugly than crying, shook Xuandu, turned around and left silently.

The Yi clan said softly: "No, we waited outside the cave gate for thirteen days, and we really couldn't call anyone to come back." ”

"Isn't my sister here?" Xuandu Junxiu's eyebrows twisted into a river.

Youchao and Yuyi glanced at each other, and they both saw the light in each other's eyes.

Xuandu, who was pondering, did not notice the difference between the two.

"That's right!" Xuandu's eyes lit up, bursting with brilliance, Xuandu said excitedly: "Did you ask the god of death?"

"Death?" said Kaiyi, puzzled.

Xuandu hurriedly said: "It's the crows of Skull Mountain, they are called the Grim Reaper, the master is not there, as soon as you ask them, you will know." "My sister said back then, to find her, I don't know the way, you can ask the god of death, he asked the god of death back then.

The Yi clan was a little annoyed and a little resentful.

He doesn't know!

Youchao's mood is also complicated, it was he who stopped Xuandu, that day Xuandu was eager to try, and wanted to go to Skull Mountain with the Yuyi family, but he couldn't escape the eyes of these old guys, it was he who blocked the young man's unspoken words back, and he played tricks for the Qiankun map in the young man's hand.

But now it seems that some of them are self-defeating and self-defeating.

They had already seen that Xuandu knew the skull Shiji Niangniang, and they might still have some friendship, but at that time, when a million people were about to migrate, he also chose to keep him, and leaving him was equivalent to leaving a treasure map.

It is not easy for millions of people to migrate, and it is even more cumbersome for the old and the young, so it is much more convenient to have a treasure map.

The old man smacked his lips and tasted the bitterness.

He didn't know that there were people who couldn't be calculated.

If a man reckons him, heaven reckoned a man.

People are not counted.

Youchao is gone.

Xuandu scratched his head and went to help the Terrans again.

He has a very good temper, and he has a pure heart, he treats people sincerely, enthusiastically, and everyone who sees him likes him, like them the little saint of the human race, how he was a hundred years ago, how he is a hundred years later, how he is a hundred years later, the capital of the human race, their relatives and brothers.

The Terran migration is in full swing.

The same goes for Qingqiu moving.

White Bone Cave, Shi Ji is still in retreat, at the cost of shattering the sage pavement map that reaches the sky, the Yuan Shen walks directly in the holy pattern, she can't care about the tyrannical things, time doesn't wait for me, the crisis is coming, the monstrous blood waves, she feels it, the East China Sea is imperative, and she can't hold it down.

The holy text is very important to her, so after she figured out the effect of the star fruit, she gave it to Kong Xuan without hesitation, the holy text, she is bound to get it!

The slightest feeling is like a stream flowing through: the condensation of the congenital saint meteorology, the derivation of the acquired sainthood, the congenital birth and the future heaven is combined, it is for the congenital sainthood, the congenital saint meteorology, the sky is unknowable, the earth is imperceptible, the acquired sainthood, covering the sky and avoiding the earth, crossing the heavenly road without entering, entering the reincarnation without falling......

"One article is one pen, five strokes are one article, the congenital five saints are deserved, knot!"

With a light sound, a five-petal flower like a lotus flower, and the innate saintly virtue text written in Shiji Yuanshen is unpredictable, and the fingertips are like colorful butterflies breaking out of the cocoon, blooming immeasurably.

"Hey!"

The white-clothed Yuan Shen had cold eyes, long hair dancing wildly, and a divine light was agitated, and the colorful mysterious Taoist text that wanted to fly away as soon as she broke the cocoon was beaten into the core of Mo Lian.

In an instant, the spirit was out of strength.

Kong Xuan fainted early.

Shi Ji hand Tuo Molian slowly opened his eyes, tired, but happy, finally done.

The true meaning of the innate saintly virtue was smashed into the spiritual treasure space of the ink by her, and since then, the ink has the subtlety of automatically shielding the heavenly machine.