Between the lightning and flint, the six ugly and other demons had rushed to the outermost part of the entire encirclement, and they were about to break away, when suddenly a strong wind rushed in mid-air, and the six ugly turned around and poked out the stick in the middle of the leap, and at the same time grabbed Qingmei's hand tightly from the corner of his eye!

The sound of the bell was muffled, and the shield in the hands of the hardcore soldier and the flying Xia Geng resonated heavily, and the huge impact force poured into the body of the six ugly soldiers along the hardcore soldier, shaking him alive!

Just as he wished!

Taking advantage of this momentum, the six ugly bodies were raised, and the hula burst out, with the green eyebrows, not only dodged the immediate Gu Ge sweep, but also raised his hand to throw out the green eyebrows held in his right hand far away, and he also rolled forward after landing on the ground, got up and began to run wildly.

Xia Geng landed on the ground, stirring up a circle of flying ash, and the shoulders that had collapsed just now were slowly rising, just blocking the place of the abbot Xu in front of the two little demons, and the two little demons retreated in panic, and were immediately entangled by the corpse warriors who followed them, and instantly fell back into the encirclement.

The two demons began to howl loudly, but the six ugly dared to save it?

Liuchou and Qingmei are nearly twenty zhang away from Xia Geng, which seems to be far away, but it takes a few breaths to rush up, and he can't delay at all, he almost gathers all his body strength on his legs, and the wind is blowing under his feet, and the burden is stretched straight behind him!

Soon, he caught up with Qingmei and dragged her hand to speed her faster, but he was a little slower.

Xia Geng didn't intend to let go of this little demon who dared to provoke him, and in the midst of his roar, he bent his knees slightly, the ground shook, and a circle of cracks spread outward, and he jumped high like a cannonball, and fell seven or eight feet away!

Constantly jumping, Xia Geng's speed of catching up was not inferior to that of the six ugly Qingmei, although he did not catch up, but the distance could not continue to expand.

If it was the six ugly themselves, it shouldn't be a problem to escape, but with Qingmei, it would be a little uncatchable, and such a hard-working rush would not last long, but he was not flustered, but looked into the distance, and then suddenly turned to the southeast with Qingmei.

"Shuibo!"

The six ugly only said these two words, how smart Qingmei was, and immediately understood what he meant.

So you chase me for a few miles, the two demons soon arrived at the left side of the water park, this is a huge lake with a circle of hundreds of zhang, the two demons just arrived at the water's edge, the water surface began to slowly evaporate, a faint mist in the air dispersed, and then rapidly expanded.

This is the demon art that Qingmei obtained by cultivating ten thousand demons-

Cloth fog!

The six ugly eyebrows didn't say a word, and immediately jumped into the water and disappeared instantly.

When Xia Geng arrived, the entire lake had been completely covered by the fog, covering the sky, and the field of vision was no more than five zhang, Xia Geng was frenzied, and suddenly kicked a huge rock by the lake away, and rushed into the fog far away.

He kicked desperately one after another, the stones were like hemp, and he flew into the lake without purpose, the sound of puff and puff was endless, accompanied by Xia Geng's wild roar, which frightened the wandering corpses around Huze to dodge again and again, and fled in all directions.

And Liuchou and Qingmei took advantage of this opportunity to swim all the way from the lake to the other side, and marched into the distance without hurry......

After about six hours of hurrying and slowing, the two demons arrived at the end of the wasteland, the road of the wasteland has ended, and then there are nearly a hundred miles of continuous mountains, reaching the end of the east.

A day and a half has passed.

The Baili Mountain Range is only three or four hours for the six ugly Qingmei, but after running and fleeing just now, both of them are extremely tired, so they ate the insects collected by the six ugly, and then took turns to sleep for four hours, and the physical strength and demon strength have recovered almost half, and they can barely support the rest of the trip.

It's just that even they didn't expect that this last hundred miles of mountain range was actually given away in vain, not only the corpse clan, but even the beasts they encountered were very weak, so that they arrived all the way without danger, and when the other little demons were still looking for traces, they had already come to the bottom of the highest peak, looked up, and saw several cloud boats that stopped at the waist of the middle of the peak.

The mountain peak is like a spear, standing straight, the height of the cloud boat is nearly more than three hundred zhang, there is no road and no path, if you want to board the boat, you can only climb all the way along the stone wall, resist the manic mountain wind to reach the other side, this is a problem for some huge monsters, but if you replace it with a small demon who can fly, or a demon who is good at climbing, but it is also common.

So, after two days and four hours, Liuchou and Qingmei climbed to the top of the peak with the rank of forty-three and forty-four respectively, stepped into the cloud boat, and received the reward of the wound medicine. As for the first thirty, they are all little demons who can fly, and Yuan Qin is also among them.

It's just that almost all the little demons do the same thing after arriving in Yunzhou, that is, eat, and then fall into a deep sleep!

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The junction of Xiniu Hezhou and Nanzhan Buzhou has been covered with large and small passes and cities, even if the war is extinguished, this area is still full of the smell of iron horse Jingo, almost exactly the same as the royal capital during the war of the gods in the old days. In the centuries-long war, humans and demons have been repeatedly entangled, and every inch of land has been soaked in blood and then dried up, leaving death deeply imprinted and inseparable.

The huge Yangguan stands majestically under the remnant sun, quiet and eternal, full of the breath of the years, although there has been no war for several years, but still stationed nearly 50,000 troops, and is also the station of General Huang's command of the White Horse Army, and the north of the tiger Ben, Yingyang, the south of the flying bear, the blazing leopard, the dark kun, the six armies of 300,000 people to build the entire Great Zhou west of the steel defense line.

A hundred miles away from this heavy, huge city, in a nameless mountain col, there is an abandoned pass, which is different from the rest of the place bathed in the setting sun, which is densely covered with smog all day long, even if it is noon, the sunlight is still difficult to shine through the thick clouds, making it like a permanent night, damp and cold, never daylight.

The pass has been abandoned for many years, vast and desolate, the bones have long been eaten and eaten by wild dogs, and the broken beasts and armor blades lie on the ground, covered with thick rust and moss, and every time the wind rises, many of them disintegrate with the wind, turning into countless fine powders, which are carried away by the wind.

Even the word white tiger at the juncture is almost invisible.

Now, even the wild dogs are gone, the noise of insects and frogs is extinguished, and a thick dead air is shrouded in the closure, and there is no movement of any wild beasts and insects, and the silence is also lonely.

A terrible scream suddenly sounded, tearing through the silence between heaven and earth, and also tearing through the loneliness of this piece.

There is an ancient view in the pass, there is a high niche in the view, it was the bone niche incense pavilion that received the fallen soldiers, the high niche covers an area of several zhang, it is the whole ancient view, but now it has collapsed nearly half, the shrine door is half broken and half fallen, can not be covered, the heavy fallen leaves and dust on the steps, the traces of the knife and axe can still be seen between the moss of the shrine, the huge horizontal furnace outside the niche is chopping two sections, so that this forest has more resentful taste.

The shrine still retains what it once was, but after decades of turmoil, only the wreckage and dust remain, the incense case collapsed, the cloth curtain was torn off, the candlestick incense burner was all decayed, the candle pit on the stone wall was mottled with wax, and the beads trickled down the wall, pulling out a long black shadow in the indifferent halo reflected through the crack in the door.

However, a faint light shot out from the doorway of the spiral staircase next to him, and when he walked down the stairs, he could see a person sitting on the floor of the bone niche, his face covered by shadows, and his face was not recognizable at all, only from the clothes on his body he could recognize that it was a monk, and he was also old, and his robe was extremely decent, but it was wrinkled, and there were even traces of blood.

In his hand, a thick demon-slaying pestle stretched out diagonally, and its sharp tip was brown, hideous in the halo.

He sat motionless on the ground, and in front of him lay a white skeleton, pieced together into a human shape, and around this white bone were dozens of melon-sized burdens, some of which had been dusted for a long time, and some of which could still see blood stains oozing from the lower end, no matter the shape or size, they were the same as the human head.

The old monk sat upright like this, I don't know how much time passed, he finally moved, gently took a section of the spine in his hand, gently stroked, stroked the handwriting carved with a knife on this white bone, word trembling, word by word!

In the vague tears, he seemed to see his daughter's crying pain when she was insulted, the brigade captain's face was full of arrogance, and even seemed to see him kill his daughter, laughing with a sharp blade, and carving these four words with a knife!

"Okay, good, good, you don't want to marry, I want to marry, not only to marry your daughter, but also to let her be my wife, this name will be given to her, no matter life or death, she is the wife of my family, hahaha......"

For this reason, he did not hesitate to devote himself to Hu, did not hesitate to endure humiliation and burden for decades, and finally found out those enemies one by one, cut off their heads, and offered them in front of his daughter to comfort the mourning spirit!

His shoulders began to shake, faster and faster, more and more violently, like a sad cry, as if he were trembling with joy, and when he saw that this feeling was about to reach its climax, he suddenly shuddered heavily, and then stopped.

Gadden, Gadden, Gaden......

There was an obscure sound from the door of the high shrine, and slowly it was pushed open, and a young monk in a kudzu cloth robe walked in, and when he came to a distance of a foot behind the old monk, he stopped, bowed, and said respectfully:

"Master, it's time for us to go. ”

In just a few breaths, the old monk had regained his calm, his voice was low and hoarse, and he was a little dull in this small denseness: "How long is it?"

The young monk pondered for a moment and replied, "The elder's cloud boat can arrive in one hour at most, but even if it is the fastest, it will take three moments.

"We'll set off in a moment, you go and prepare, and besides, let Yachi bring the demon with you. In the words, the old monk's face was slightly off, exposing himself to the faint light of the candlelight, but it was an old acquaintance of the six ugliness.

Refuge!

His voice was plain and his face was indifferent, but compared with when he met the six ugliness, he was more resolute and resolute, and less hypocritical and disguised.

The young Hu monk Miwu left quietly, only a few breaths, Mi Zhi took a dying monster into the basement, put it next to the refusal, and then saluted, after seeing the conversion, he also left quietly, without any words.

After a moment of silence, as soon as he stretched out his hand, the little demon slowly flew up, and as his fingers hung over the white bones, his throat suddenly cracked, and wisps of blood flowed down and poured on the bones.

A strange chant began to emanate from the mouth of the refusal, and at the same time, the demon pestle in his hand was full of light, and he put it under the blood, and in the arms of the white bones, as the blood flowed, those rays of light were also withdrawn little by little, and slowly poured into the white bones.

The blood is gone, the light is fading, but the white bones are not stained at all, the whole skeleton is as white as curd, crystal clear, smooth and gorgeous, only like mutton fat and beautiful jade carving, how can there be any human bone remains?

It's just that the face of the conversion is as old as if he is dozens of years old, his beard and hair are white, and his originally smooth face is full of wrinkles, and he is as old as the twilight old man!

But his gaze was much calmer, and his long sigh was full of joy.

When he finally looked back, his eyes only fell on the four words of the spine, which are still there, but they have changed from messy portrayals to four ancient seal characters, with gold edges and silver inlays:

"Lady Bones!"

Turning around and leaving, Ge Lu stepped on the bluestone and played a sad song full of hope, tactful and melodious, swirling and circling, I don't know when and where it will finally dissipate......