The continuous hazy weather for many days has added a bit of dullness to the already lifeless earth. The sky and the earth were gray and foggy, and occasionally one or two higher peaks were seen, and only a small bare horn tip was exposed, but it also seemed to loom as the fog rose.

A fluorescence, across the sky, through the dense fog, and finally left a brilliant and dazzling light, then disappeared, and then the wind sparse bamboo and the beautiful figure appeared in front of a dangerous pass. The haze was heavier, the fog was getting thicker and thicker, and the gray fog was constantly tumbling and rolling, and it was almost impossible to see the path of the rocks.

Feng Shuzhu stopped, looked into the distance, as far as the eye could see, the cliffs and strange rocks on both sides of the pass could be vaguely discerned, like a beast lurking in the dark night, silent, waiting in front of the dogs, and behind the thick fog, I don't know what kind of world it is.

Just as a gust of mountain wind blew, stirring up a stream of air, discharging the rolling fog, forming a foggy thin field of vision, the clothes and belts of the wind and bamboo also flew with the wind, revealing the dark and hard rock under his feet, he looked straight ahead, with this short gust of wind, with that penetrating deep gaze to look into the pass, dozens of zhang in front of him, between the mountain and stone paths lying down some corpses, in the thick fog, looming, those corpses around the body and scattered all kinds of blades, in a blink of an eye, after the mountain wind, the scattered fog surrounded back, swallowing everything again。

Feng Shuzhu sniffed the wind, a strong smell of blood, coming to his nose, the mist wet clothes, and the surrounding scenery turned from light to dark again.

Feng Shuzhu's face was slightly gloomy, and he stayed at the pass for a moment, and when he saw that there was no movement, he took a step, stepped on the drifting mist, and slowly walked in, towards the lying corpses, where he walked, the mist dispersed by agitation gathered back behind him.

In the past few days, he has been accustomed to seeing the tragic scenes of fighting between various factions along the way, so Feng Shuzhu did not feel new to the scene seen in this dangerous pass, it should be an unknown Demon Dao sect, it seems that it is a tragedy again, the almost uniform costumes, and the consistent tattoos on their faces all show their relationship with each other.

Originally, a short distance, because of the interference of the dense fog, it seemed to be so deep and mysterious, Feng Shuzhu walked very slowly, he looked around from time to time, for fear of missing something, to get closer to those corpses, Feng Shuzhu lowered his eyes, looked around, but his face was a little dignified, the tragic battle between the sects in the past, leaving behind the corpses of both sides, and here on the entire mountain and stone path, this square circle and zhang Xu Da, more than a dozen corpses lying crookedly, but only the same type of character dressed, such a large-scale fight, the other party can retreat with the whole body, leaving no corpse, it is really unbelievable。

Feng Shuzhu pondered for a moment, leaned down, looked at the red blood flowing from the corpse closest to his feet, and knew that this fight had only happened for a short time, he looked at it for a moment, and then looked at the posture of those people lying down, stared ahead and slowly stood up, and slowly walked forward a foot away and near, which was the core area of this fight.

Feng Shuzhu's brows couldn't help but lock up, not far ahead, he suddenly saw that with his back to him, there was a half-kneeling person, that person's clothes were similar to those surrounding corpses, but obviously more gorgeous, and the bare parts of the torso and limbs had the same tattoo pattern, looking like this, it should be the leader of this group.

Feng Shuzhu walked around several corpses again, walked in front of the man, and suddenly saw that the man was half-kneeling, his eyes were round, his mouth was wide open in shock, he raised his head upward, looked up at the sky obliquely above, his hands were raised in front of his chest, and he held a five-foot-long stick-like magic weapon, but it had been broken into two sections from the middle, and there was a shocking wound, which slanted into his body from his chest and passed through his body, even the huge rock behind his body was also exploded.

"What a powerful sword!"

Feng Shuzhu stood up straight, turned around, followed the man's gaze, and also looked diagonally upward, in his eyes, as if he saw a person descending from the sky, with a strong wind, a sword attacked, and the person holding the long stick-like magic weapon didn't have time to make any resistance, so he made a sword ghost. And with this person as the center, the people who were lying down around were obviously injured and killed by the residual sword qi of this sword.

Judging from the angle and power of the sword, without thinking about it, a person immediately flashed in Feng Shuzhu's mind......

A light whistle, such as the phoenix chirping for nine days, pure heart and pleasant ears, from far and near, only to see a bright white light outside the sky, swift, powerful, such as the Longqiu Waterfall pouring down, rushing to the high red-clothed monk who had no time to do any reaction, flicking his fingers, the tall red-clothed monk and the magic bell in his hand were cut off, the sword light came, the gravel danced, stirred up a huge whirlpool, such as a violent wind and waves, forcing the surrounding people to be unstable, have retreated, the white light hit the hand, turned back and back, a woman in white with a fairy sword appeared in the sky, her skin was as white as snow, her appearance was beautiful and dusty, the style was peerless and stood in the air, the whole body was dressed and hunted and flying, and the green silk behind her flew with the wind, like a nine-day fairy landing on mortal dust.

It is a move in the Water Moon Sword Technique, "Sunset on the Long River"!

"Could it be her, could it be her, I haven't seen her for a few days, and her Taoism has improved so quickly, it's really breathtaking. Feng Shuzhu's heart was a little surging, his throat moved, he withdrew his gaze from the sky, and looked around again, he wanted to get a more definite answer.

But in addition to the dead corpses, there was only an endless dense fog and cold, hard rocks, the gray fog unique to the Silverfish Ridge, which obscured everything and hid everything.

As if she was deliberately hiding, she was like a stone sinking into the sea, and she disappeared, at this moment, Feng Shuzhu was like that morning without saying goodbye, his heart was confused, he stood there alone, thinking while reminiscing.

If it was really her, where was her person at the moment, why did she appear in this desolate Silverfish Ridge again, Shuiyue Palace had always had little contact with the Three Realms, and why did she conflict with these characters to the point of fighting.

Wind Shuzhu's thoughts, like a rolling fog, wrapped layer by layer, entangled, except for what Fang just saw, can no longer see a reason, is nowhere to think, not far behind him, but there is a sonorous sound of blades colliding with rocks, transmitted to the ear drums.

Feng Shuzhu's heart moved, turned around with his negative hand, and looked at it coldly, at the same time, a beautiful and unparalleled woman appeared in his mind, she held a fairy sword tightly, and slowly walked out of the dense fog, her face was like frost and snow, her eyes were like ice, standing there quietly, the cold mountain wind blew, blowing her long hair, her white clothes fluttered in the wind, and the thick fog around her could not be entangled, as if she was nostalgic for her peerless beauty.

After a while, the churning and tumbling fog gradually spread to both sides, but I saw an old man wearing a gray robe with three locks of long hair under his chin, holding a bamboo pole with a square flag hanging on it, and writing "Everything is like a god".

Feng Shuzhu blinked, of course, he immediately recognized that this old man was Yi Dingjia, and he couldn't help but wonder why this person appeared here again.

That Yi Dingjia was originally with his head down, with words in his mouth, trembling to avoid the corpse under his feet, and walking forward slowly, but he accidentally stepped on one of the corpses, hurriedly stopped, bowed deeply to the corpse, and didn't want to look up, but there was a big living person standing close to him in front of him, and he was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground, but when he saw that the man didn't make any moves, just looked at himself, he calmed down, and then he recognized that it was Feng Shuzhu, and he hurriedly stroked his chest and gasped: " Feng Gongzi was taken aback by the old decay, and mistakenly thought it was an unkilled demon demon. As he spoke, he reached out and tapped at the corpse on the side.

When Feng Shuzhu heard this, he was surprised, listening to Yi Dingjia's tone, it was clear that he had killed these demon demons, or that he had seen it with his own eyes, so he took a step forward, arched his hand, and said with a smile: "Yi Dingjia senior, don't come to harm, Feng Mou has seen the courtesy." ”

Yi Dingjia smiled bitterly, shook his hand, and said, "Feng Gongzi is polite, the old man can't bear your worship." As he spoke, he looked behind Feng Shuzhu again, and said, "This time I came to the Silverhole Ridge, but I didn't know that Feng Gongzi was alone?"

Feng Shuzhu put down his hand, smiled, and said calmly: "Walking with Feng, there is also Master Kongxing of Kongjue Temple, and the Taoist of Jingchenzi of Guiyunguan. ”

When Yi Dingjia heard this, his face was overjoyed, he stroked his beard, and said, "Oh, yes, yes, yes, with the arrival of such a righteous sect disciple, the matter of this Wormhole Ridge will be much easier." ”

Feng Shuzhu heard that Yi Dingjia seemed to be showing that he was here for the righteous thing, so he followed Yi Dingjia's words and asked, "But I don't know, why did Yi Dingjia's seniors come here?"

When Yi Dingjia heard this, he first looked left and right, so he made a fuss, and saw that there was no one else, so he said mysteriously: "The old decay is a divination of a hexagram, according to the guidance of the ancestor master, there will be a huge treasure in this beetle ridge, here, waiting for the old decay, he is a big gateway to the sun, promoting physiognomy, I am afraid that it is all dependent on these treasures, and besides, if this treasure is taken by the devil, it will be a big loss to our righteous path." Speaking of treasure, Yi Dingjia's gaze suddenly became keen, as if it was full of wisdom.

After listening to this, Feng Shuzhu thought secretly: "This Yi Dingjia is thoughtful, and he came to get the treasure, not only for the righteous path, but also for the sake of fueling the demonic path. Then he couldn't help but smile and said: "But I don't know how many treasures the old-timers got in the battle of Luotian Mountain." ”

Yi Dingjia sighed when he heard this, and said: "Alas, don't hide it from the son, the battle of Luotian Mountain is too dangerous, too dangerous, old decay, that is to give up wealth to avoid disasters, fortunately, life is worry-free, life is worry-free, hehe, hehe." Later, he actually laughed, as if he was glad that he had escaped death.