As the speed of the fall increased, illusions continued to appear in front of Xiao Yang's eyes, and the sound of wind and thunder was heard in his ears. He was now a mortal in the flesh, how could he endure such torture, and his eyes were black and fainted.

In his sleep, he felt that he was in an iceberg, and his thin clothes could not keep him out of the cold, so he shivered from the cold, and tried to get up to find a place to hide, but found that his body was weak and weak, and he did not even have the strength to raise his hand.

Suddenly, a strong bloody gas penetrated into his nostrils, Xiao Yang immediately woke up and sat up with his hands on the ground, but seeing that it was pitch black all around, he could only hear the low chirping of night owls in the distance.

He was just about to get up when he felt his feet slip and he fell to the ground. The fall was splashing, and he subconsciously wiped his face, only to feel that the water was very sticky and smelly.

Xiao Yang was shocked in his heart, and immediately realized something.

"Boom!"

The rumbling thunder came from far and near, and the blinding electric light illuminated the surroundings, and he realized that there was a pool of blood under him, lying all over the mutilated corpses.

Rao is he is well-informed, and he also screamed in shock, and rushed out with an arrow step, and felt that his body was very light, although there was no spiritual power or magic breath surging around his body, but this reaction speed was different from ordinary people.

With the help of the electric light, he found that his palms were thick and rough, and it was clear that they were no longer the hands of children, and they were covered with scars, like the work of a sword.

Xiao Yang didn't know what was going on, but it was obvious that the situation he was in had changed again, and this array of changes was unpredictable, and it was unbelievable that he could completely disperse his skills.

Whether in the previous life or in this life, he had never been in such a desperate situation, and he did not even have the slightest ability to resist.

As I ran, the road under my feet was undulating, and the terrain was getting lower, obviously a mountain. Although Xiao Yang had lost his probing sense, his intuition told him that once he stopped, it would be difficult to escape.

The torrential rain fell from the sky without mercy, and he stumbled to the northeast, dozens of miles away from which a weak light flashed, and it should be an inhabited village.

I don't know how long he ran, Xiao Yang was out of breath, so he had to hide under a mountain rock and rest for a while.

Cold, hunger, and sleepiness came at him, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and when he saw his consciousness blurred, a purple shadow flashed through his mind, as if to prevent him from falling asleep.

Out of nowhere, he felt a sharp stone from his side and slammed it into his leg, pulling it back to reality with a tingling pain.

At this moment, there was a sound of Suo Suo coming from the ridge, I don't know whether it was a beast or a villain, there were quite a few, he tried his last strength to stand up and run wildly, until the light was getting closer and closer, a low earthen house appeared in the field of vision, several animal skins hung in the small courtyard, and several iron clips for animal hunting stood on the wall, it seemed that this was a hunter.

Xiao Yang raised his hand and slapped the door with difficulty, and the thin wooden board trembled uncontrollably, almost being knocked by it.

He couldn't stand it anymore and fainted.

The wooden door opened half with a "ah", only to see a pair of old hands grab the back collar and drag it in, and another pair of immature little hands gently closed the door.

More than a dozen strange figures emerged from the darkness, still Netherworld cultists in their attire, and they looked around with sharp blades in their hands.

"The guy disappeared when he got here, I think he must be hiding in this room!" said one of them firmly, and then raised his knife and smashed the wooden door.

"Ash Valley, the altar master has a decree not to let me and others interfere too much in my previous life!" the other person said to stop.

"Yin Feng, the altar master just let you be in charge of the key, what to do is up to me!" A glimmer of green flashed under the cloak.

"You ......" Yin Feng wanted to say and stopped.

The other party ignored him, strode in and kicked the door open.

"Grandpa, I'm afraid!" a childish voice came from inside the house.

Under the dim animal oil lamp, a pair of grandchildren sat on the side of the kang and shivered, and the small indoor furnishings were simple but clear at a glance, and there was really no place to hide.

"Old fellow, do you see anyone coming?" asked the strange man called Ash Valley.

The young child was so frightened that he cried, and the old man shook his head while comforting his grandson: "Back to Daxian, only the old man and his grandson depend on each other here, and I really haven't seen any outsiders!"

The other party was silent for a moment, and suddenly pointed his knife at his grandson.

"Hehe, kids don't lie. Tell me, haven't you seen any outsiders!"

The child was so frightened that he cried and shook his head.

Yin Feng flicked his cloak and turned and walked out the door.

He himself felt that it was pointless to scare the pair of grandchildren again, so he immediately retreated.

As he was about to leave the door, Ash Valley suddenly turned his head sideways, and a glimmer of green light flashed under the dark cloak.

"If you dare to lie to me, this table will be the end!"

He reached out his withered, fleshless ghost claw and gently slapped it at the wooden table beside him, seeing it disappear into a cloud of green smoke.

The grandfather and grandson shrank again in each other's smug laughter.

Xiao Yang hid in the underground secret passage and listened to it clearly, only hating himself for losing his skills, otherwise he would definitely teach this arrogant guy a hard lesson.

About two hours later, the small door above the dark passage suddenly opened, and the dim light of the fire gradually moved downward, and the old man walked over with a piece of animal oil wax in his left hand and a plate of hare meat in his right hand.

He was already hungry with his chest pressed against his back, took the rabbit meat and feasted on it, and his body gradually warmed up.

"Thank you for saving your grandfather and grandson!" Xiao Yang got up and saluted.

The old man waved his hand slightly, took out a golden spar from his arms, and the other party's eyes immediately widened.

"How can you have such a thing!" he took it over and studied it carefully, it was the contact crystal that he handed over to Shangguan Qing when he was about to set off, but it was already broken, and only a piece of it was in his hand.

"A fairy in purple once inquired about the whereabouts of a man, and when he heard that I had not seen it, he was very anxious, and then handed the stone to the old man, and told him to leave a lost man and take care of him. ”

Xiao Yang frowned when he heard this, and was very puzzled in his heart.

"Senior sister's body hasn't recovered so quickly, and she has never worn purple clothes, who is this woman?"

He inquired in detail about the appearance of the other party, and the old clinker couldn't remember it clearly, only saying that the other party was as beautiful as a fairy, had a strange skill, and saved his grandson with snake venom in his body.

Seeing that the search was fruitless, he simply stopped thinking about it. Since the other party arranged it like this, he must really want to rescue him.

The old man then moved a futon, Xiao Yang was physically and mentally tired, and soon fell asleep.

Half-asleep, half-awake, there were children's cries and vicious scoldings from above, mixed with the painful moans of the old man.

Xiao Yang immediately woke up and pulled out a short sword from his waist, he knew that he was a young swordsman in this realm, although he did not have the Xuan and Demon Skills, but he was superior in swordsmanship and quick response.

"Old fellow, you dare to lie to me, I see that you don't want to live anymore!" Gray Valley's voice looked extremely angry.

Soon, there was a ping-pong sound above, and it was obvious that the other party was rummaging around, and this secret passage was only built by mountain people to hide from bandits, and it was impossible to escape the monks' detection.

"Here!"

The dark path suddenly brightened, and the Netherworld Sect monk seemed to know the strength of the other party very well, and jumped down without fear.

"Buzz!"

Several cold flashes of light flashed, and the cloaks burst in response, and green lines appeared on their bodies.

"Ants still dare to struggle!"

The sound of Gray Valley came from far and near, and with a flick of his index finger, Xiao Yang's body slammed into the opposite wall like an arrow from a string.

"Tie him up!"

The monks who had been attacked just now rushed in unison, crushing them to the ground, and some of them even kicked them a few times.

Although the skin of his body was only scratched, as a monk, he was injured by a mortal, which they could not tolerate.

"The sect leader has an order, and there is no mercy for killing!" Gray Valley smiled and raised his long knife, releasing a faint green glow around his body.

Xiao Yang raised his head vigorously, and there was no fear in his eyes.

Just as the sword in his hand fell, a purple light shot in from above, cutting the opponent's blade at the waist.

"Who?" he threw away the broken knife in fear, and looked up vigilantly.

"The jumping clown still dares to be presumptuous!"

The sound is as melodious as a warbler's cry.

A graceful purple figure floated down.

The corners of Xiao Yang's mouth turned up slightly, knowing that his savior had arrived. Take a hundred times to read the latest chapter of the "Royal Demon Venerable Claw Book House" for free for the first time.