Jiang Zuo's cloth clothes fluttered, like a big bird flying in the clouds and smoke, and after a few skimming, he had already seen the stream. The stream is clear, the light can be seen, and the water seems to cut off the endless obsession in the world. He walked up the stream, the grass was already yellow in the spring, and the fate of the years of glory was about to begin a reincarnation. Along the way, there are strange rocks and broken trees, and this seemingly endless flowing water has never been blocked by time or external objects.

Gradually, Jiang Zuo Buyi found that the stream had changed from blue and blue to ochre red, like the color of blood that had not yet cooled, and like the color of fire still burning. He pondered for a moment, then blew off a few traces of gray hair from his sideburns, and blew them into the stream, where they entered the water, and only a hissing sound could be heard, as if they had been burned by fire. With a calculation in his heart, he couldn't help but have a slightly leisurely look on his face. At this time, a light cloud floated in, and then Xuanyuan's worry-free voice was heard: "Why did Jiang Lang abandon his subordinates and come here alone to be happy?"

When the words arrived, Xuanyuan stood in front of Jiang Zuo Buyi with a smile, and he was still holding the hole flute in his hand. Jiang Zuo Buyi also smiled slightly, and said, "No wonder Jiang Lang, it's just that the son is only greedy for fun." ”

The two of them walked side by side, elegantly as if walking among the clouds, both of them are fairy characters, handsome and handsome, and there is no one here, otherwise they are envious of others. Gradually, following the stream into the maple forest, the two of them flashed and moved, avoiding the red leaves like butterflies, but they saw that the stream was actually entering the maple forest, like a rope tied in a knot, and slowly flowed out of the maple forest. At the knot of the stream, there are five huge maple trees towering into the sky, with dry iron sheets, like five giant pillars of optimus.

Jiang Zuobuyi's eyebrows stretched slightly, and he said with a smile: "But it turned out that the stream locked the key point where the wings were about to fly, and it was obvious that an immortal family had already fallen into the trap." Xuanyuan asked, "I wonder how Jiang Lang cracked the mechanism that the immortal family had already set and released this giant bird?"

Jiang Zuo Buyi said: "If you find the mechanism, you can crack the mechanism." With that, he reflexively flew to the side of the stream outside the maple forest, untied a soft sword from his waist, and unfurled it in the wind, like a pool of light falling from the sky. Xuanyuan Wuwu stared at the long sword in his hand, sighed in surprise, and asked, "Jiang Lang has never used a sword, but he doesn't know where this long sword came from and what name does it call?"

Jiang Zuo Buyi said: "This sword was bequeathed by Jiang Lang in his previous life, and it was taken from the Nine Death God Altar of the Great Barren Mountain, and it was called Emperor Wang's Spring Heart. As soon as the hand was unfolded, the sword light was like a green dragon, and the stream opened up outside the maple forest in an instant, and it became one with the section that passed through the maple forest. Then, Jiang Zuo Buyi picked up the long sword again, and the sand and strange rocks were urged by the sword qi to merge into a gray dragon, and in an instant, the stream that passed through the forest was already filled. But I heard a clear and loud cry from the maple forest, which went straight through the sky, and the sound could break through the clouds.

Xuanyuan Wuwu's jade face was slightly red, as if he was overjoyed, and said: "The fetters between the wings and feathers of this firebird have been removed, so I am naturally grateful to Jiang Lang, and I naturally hope that Jiang Lang will save people and break the shackles and cages he bears." ”

Jiang Zuo Buyi stared at Xuanyuan Wuwu, his expression seemed to be smiling rather than smiling, and his eyes were as warm as spring water and the sun made Xuanyuan Wuwu's face suddenly embarrassed, and he lowered his head hurriedly. Jiang Zuo Buyi said: "As far as Jiang Lang knows, the disciples of the Linghuan Palace Palace Master are all very old, but he doesn't know that there are such young talents as Your Excellency. ”

After that, he laughed loudly, and his body fluttered, floating away like a light cloud. Xuanyuan Wuwu looked up at his back, paused stupidly, and said: "It's empty words to disappear, it's not that I'm used to being alone, and I always abandon others." ”

The two of them flew along the clouds and shadows, and saw that the mountain beam shaped like a bird's beak was at their feet, and the two of them collected their divine skills and slowly floated down to the mountain beam. This mountain beam is like a cast of iron, with no grass, messy stones, and ravines interacting. Just as the two of them were carefully inspecting, suddenly the fishy wind was fierce, and the cold air struck the muscles and bones, Xuanyuan Wuwu was shocked, and he fell to the ground, unable to struggle, and hissed: "There is a snake." ”

A huge vermilion giant snake slid over on the fire-colored cloud smoke, a bloody kiss spitting out a foul smell of green smoke, and the giant eyes like a lamp stared at Xuanyuan who had already fallen. Jiang Zuo Buyi swept up quickly, one arm stretched out to pick up Xuanyuan Wuwu, and the other arm waved out, a green mang seemed to be ten zhang long, carrying wind and thunder, sweeping towards the giant snake. Everywhere the green mang, the blood splashed, the Wangdi Chunxin Sword had already cut the giant snake into two sections, the huge snake head gurgled and rolled down the mountain beam, and the extremely long snake body still arched up, making a momentum to rush forward. Jiang Zuo Buyi casually swung another sword, and the snake body was cut in half by the sword qi.