"Yes, yes!" Yi Leng hugged the old man's arm and begged.

"Uh", the old man grabbed the fishing rod and stretched out his head to see that the abyss was bottomless, and there was still a shadow there.

Hmph, Yi Leng's face turned pale, as if he had lost the strength of his whole body, and he sat on the ground all of a sudden, covering his face with his hands, and sorrow came from it.

"Alas!" the old man shook his head, letting him see the warmth and coldness of the world, and seeing the impermanence of the world, he couldn't help but feel compassion: "Lengleng, come to grandpa's arms, cry loudly!"

Yi Leng threw himself into the old man's arms, his eyes were hazy with tears.

The old man gently patted Yi Leng's shoulder and told Yi Leng about what happened to them on this trip: "Grandpa was in Jiguan Mountain and found a diary that recorded the actions of the Japanese army in Jiguan Mountain. According to the clues in the diary, Grandpa overcame all kinds of difficulties and finally found the tunnel they left behind, and traced it all the way here. ”

The old man's voice continued, like a ballad, echoing above this abyss, gradually making Yi Leng, forgetting sadness, forgetting to cry.

This matter has been revealed, so I will not mention it for the time being.

It is said that the flowers catch the snow, and they are in the abyss, all the way down.

This is not the same as when I was on the back cliff of the roof mountain, at that time, there was a rope hanging, and the speed could not go up, and now, because of gravity, the speed is getting faster and faster, faster and faster.

Hua Luoxue was blown by the cold wind, and he actually regained his senses.

Ants are good at stealing life, let alone people?

Hua Baoxue was empty-handed, feeling very unsteady, when people were in danger, they always wanted to find a sense of security, so Hua Baoxue held the stone tablet that recorded the Taoist scriptures in his left hand, and held Qianning Ziluo and Lei Ling in his right hand.

"Shhh

Gradually, the speed of the snow is still increasing, and when the speed reaches an extreme, it rubs against the air and produces a huge amount of heat. Hua Baoxue's body was hot, and his coat was on fire, but it was immediately lifted away and turned into ashes.

Seeing that Hua Baoxue was about to burst into flames all over his body, he died in the fire, and suddenly, a purple light appeared on his body, and this light formed a purple circle of light, covering Hua Baoxue's body, and fell down with him.

The purple light grew smaller and smaller in the abyss, until it disappeared from sight, and there was no trace of it.

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An orange-red world is full of magma and lava, and as far as the eye can see, red and black have become the colors of the world, and they can often be seen, magma is full of magma, and the heat is steaming.

In the middle of the magma is a continent of black stones, vast and immense, giving birth to countless lives.

In the northwest corner of the Black Stone Continent, there is a big mountain called Liuli.

Countless ethnic groups are built and born by the mountains.

Among the many ethnic groups, there is one called Qingming. The Qing Hades are neither big nor small, less than the top, and more than the bottom.

Now.

In a bazaar of the Qing Hades Clan, such a scene is happening.

Several men, with their heads bowed, knelt on the ground, and each man wore a nameplate around his neck.

A middle-aged man with a sharp-beaked monkey cheek and a goatee was shouting vigorously: "Take a look, take a look! We have a good iron slave here, this brother, stay here, stay here." ”

"Huh?" a dark-skinned, richly dressed man, driven by curiosity, stopped.

"This brother, handsome and talented, can you reveal your surname?" the middle-aged man winked.

I saw a dark-skinned man, straightening his chest, holding a straight face, and spitting out two words: "Qingshan!"

"It turned out to be a member of the Qingying clan, disrespectful and disrespectful, and he was in the third sword. The middle-aged man hugged his fists.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say!" Aoyama also hugged his fists.

"Look at this body, this muscle, buy it back as a cow and a horse, there is absolutely no problem!"

"And this one, the heavenly court is full, it looks like a blessed appearance, buy it home, you can definitely prosper the lord!"

"And this one, and this one, all of them are good iron slaves!"

Jian San highly recommends it, and introduces the advantages of several iron slaves one by one.

"What about this one, it's a little different from other iron slaves!" Qing Shan's gaze fell on an iron slave. This iron slave is different, with fair skin and a golden feather on his head.

"You say this?" Jian San deliberately raised his tone and said loudly: "This is the little iron slave we captured near the Dark Forest! Don't look at his young age and great strength, the three great masters of the Mortal Realm of Transformation, together they shot together, and they subdued him." ”

In the bazaar, people came and went, and the introduction of Jian San immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Kensan's methods were undoubtedly successful, and through the dialogue with Aoyama, he attracted everyone's attention.

In fact, at that time, only three masters of the Mortal Realm Quadruple were dispatched, not the Mortal Realm Fivefold, Jian San said this, it was nothing more than an exaggeration and to win attention, but this was a marketing strategy, and it was impossible to publicize it to the outside world.

There was a hint of pride in Jian San's eyes, and he continued to increase his strength: "Look, look, this complexion, one in a million, these eyes, clear and clear, clean and flawless." ”

Many people crowded over, and everyone pointed and commented.

"Hey, is he telling the truth?" someone asked the little iron slave.

The little iron slave lowered his head and remained silent.

"Can't speak, he's dumb!" someone saw the problem.

"Don't be skinny!" someone rolled their eyes.

Indeed, compared to the sturdy Iron Slaves around him, the Little Iron Slave looks very thin, which is also the most obvious disadvantage.

Everyone is gossiping, the more they talk, the more outrageous it becomes, although there are elements of depreciation and price reduction, but you can't say that the little iron slave is useless, right?

As if sensing everyone's hostility, Xiao Tie raised his head angrily, and his dark eyes showed confusion.

Jian San's face became darker and darker, and he couldn't help but clench his hands into fists and remind everyone: "Dark Forest, Dark Forest!"

"Little Iron Slave can't speak, who knows if what you say is true or false!" someone responded to Jian San.

At the moment when everyone was arguing, an old man's voice rang out in the market: "Wait, this little iron slave, the old man wants it!"

I saw a Taoist in Tsing Yi walking over slowly. Tsai carefully looked at the little iron slave, and then asked, "How much?"

"Five hundred spars!"

"Huh?" the Taoist in Tsing Yi was surprised and snorted.

"Three hundred, three hundred!" Jian San was so frightened that he immediately changed his words.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi waved his hand and said, "The old man doesn't think he is expensive, but the price you want is too low." The value of this little iron slave is far more than that!"

As long as it is cultivated a little, it is a good embryo, and if you dedicate it to the sect master, it is a great achievement, a great achievement. ”

"Okay, this is five hundred spars, and the old man won't take advantage of you!" The Taoist in Tsing Yi took out five hundred crystals and threw them on the ground.

"Ah", Kensan regretted it. However, it was too late, it was his own price, and if he wanted to bargain with the Taoist in Tsing Yi, he didn't dare, just relying on the eyesight of others, he was definitely not like a vegetarian master.

Jian San gritted his teeth, recognized it, and handed over the little iron slave and the nameplate to the Taoist together.

The silver and the goods are in order.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi pinched it casually, and the nameplate was torn apart. This made Jian San very jealous, you must know that the material of the nameplate is black iron essence, and there is no cultivation through the Xuan Realm, so he can't think of damage in the slightest.

With this hand alone, some people's thoughts were broken.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi left an unfathomable and meaningful smile, and then took the hand of the little iron slave and walked outside the market.

Xiao Tienu looked around, when he was happy, he would dance with his hands and feet, his teeth and teeth would whisper, and when he encountered the Tsing Yi Taoist, he would pinch him with great force, he would cry, he would make trouble, whether it was his eyes or movements, he was very inconsistent with his age.

Soon, the two went out of the bazaar.

Outside the bazaar, there are several avenues, one of which leads to Liuli Mountain.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi took the little iron slave and embarked on the road to Liuli Mountain.

Gradually, there are fewer pedestrians on the road, and the closer you get to Liuli Mountain, the more obvious this situation is.

"Pity my people, there are a lot of sorrows", the expression of the Taoist in Tsing Yi became inexplicably bitter.

"The main thing is that the living environment is too bad, poor mountains, bad water, fierce beasts, without any decent strength, they can't survive at all. "Tsing Yi Dao people glanced at the eyes, the black iron bamboo that can be seen everywhere in the mountains and fields, without the triple skill of the mortal realm, it can't be cut down.

This is a problem that has always existed in the history of the Black Iron Continent. The reason for this is that the soil in which they have lived for generations is full of fire power, the high temperature is unbearable, and the animals and plants that can survive cannot be guessed by common sense.