That's Heehai Spring!

At this time, Xi Haiquan's state was a little strange, his already exaggerated face was almost completely twisted into a ball, and his speech was yin and yang, mixed with madness, and he did not revive his reason when he first saw him.

"Defeated old man, he couldn't even keep his body, but he dared to act in front of someone arrogant?" Proud Sword said extremely indifferently, but as soon as his sword eyebrows were raised, Ling Yan's sword qi erupted, sneering and screaming, turning the ancient trees near him into powder.

Rao is Xi Haiquan uses the black wind as his body, almost ignoring all physical attacks, and he does not dare to make contact with the sword qi of the proud sword, but like a frightened chick, he flashes and retreats far away.

I don't know, the defeated old man in the mouth of the proud sword, which master of the family, actually took Xi Haiquan's body, or Xi Haiquan didn't know the depths, and took the initiative to integrate into it, letting the family devour it.

"Proud sword, don't be arrogant, you and I will benefit both if we work together, and if we divide we will lose both, don't forget, you and I have a common enemy. It seemed to be frightened by the proud sword, even if the proud sword withdrew his sword energy, the defeated old man did not dare to lean over, only dared to hiss and bark more than a dozen steps away, almost like a defeated dog.

But I don't know where he got the news, he actually knew that Ao Jian and Su Yu had a fight, and there was no lack of excitement in his words.

"Hmph! The so-called common enemy has nothing to do, how do you know the means of walking the rivers and lakes? Defeat the old man, and then want to provoke Ao, but Ao wants you to see the advantages of my sword!"

The cold light flashed in Ao Jian's eyes, and his palm was weak, but there was a crimson sword qi held by him in the palm of his hand, as if holding a sword, the sword qi was strong, and it actually shook the void with slight ripples, fluctuating endlessly.

The space has been touched by the proud sword, and this sword has locked the position of the defeated old man, but if he wants to speak disrespectfully, the proud sword will let him taste his own sword.

Clearly, he was furious.

According to what the defeated old man said, the level of the proud sword was lowered by a level, it was simply saying that the proud sword was not as good as Su Yu, with the arrogance of the proud sword, how could he hear such words?

Even though he had to cooperate with the other party, Proud Sword was still in a strong position.

"What a proud sword, if it weren't for the fact that this seat still needs you, how can you be so presumptuous? The black wind swirled, drowning out the resentful eyes of the defeated old man, although there was all kinds of killing intent in his heart, but he could only give in and say: "Okay, this time it can be regarded as this seat saying the wrong thing, Aojian, you and I will stop making a war of words, this seat will ask you again, do you go or not?"

"Go, if there is anything you don't dare to go, you lead the way. The proud sword closed the sword and stood up, his clothes were shocked, and he looked sideways at the defeated old man, just like a distinguished guest waiting for the doorman to greet him.

The doorman, it goes without saying, who else can there be besides the defeated old man?

"Hmph, keep up. Being so underestimated by Ao Jian, how could the defeated old man not be angry, he looked at Ao Jian seriously again, and with a sudden turn, he turned into a wisp of black smoke and drilled into the ground.

But I don't know if the way he found must go from the ground, or if he deliberately wants to make things difficult for the sword.

Since Proud Sword is very proud of himself, the defeated old man wants to let Proud Sword try the feeling of being trampled on the ground.

I don't know if I can still be arrogant with my sword?

In normal times, it would not be embarrassing for Aojian to walk through the underground, but after being deliberately broken by the defeated old man, walking through the underground again took on a different meaning.

"Hmph!" Ao Jian naturally saw the disgusting thoughts of the defeated old man, snorted, and turned into a sword and drilled in.

But in his heart, there was a fierce killing intent boiling.

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The fog of confusion shrouded all directions, and as far as the eye could see, the heavens and the earth were vast, and although there was light illumination, it was completely impossible to distinguish the form of the object, nor could it distinguish the difference between the upper and lower things.

If it weren't for Lu Xiaofeng, he deliberately kept flying in one direction from the beginning of his arrival, but he was afraid that he would also get lost in this fog.

Even now, it's not much better.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't even know how long he could hold on, and the loneliness and loneliness that he suppressed would explode in his heart and overturn him.

Lonely, lonely, and dazed, this is the feeling that pervades Lu Xiaofeng at this time, and it is also the feeling that is getting deeper and deeper after being wrapped in fog.

Other than that, all other senses have been weakened to the limit. The nature fades away, replaced by ignorance and unawareness.

The lake in the island may have a resounding name, Lu Xiaofeng has never asked Yuji, and Yuji has never explained, so he has always called this lake the lake in the island.

At this moment, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly forced himself to have an urgent urge to know the name of this lake.

Yes, impulsiveness also has times when it is forced.

Originally, Lu Xiaofeng thought that impulsiveness was the primitive instinct in the human heart, which was uncontrollable, even if it was a martial arts sect that could grasp the thoughts in his heart, there were times when he couldn't control his impulses.

Sadness, indignation, passion, and the outburst of all kinds of emotions can be regarded as a kind of impulse, not necessarily negative emotions.

As the saying goes, impulsiveness is the devil!

Because, the devil is not in control.

But at this time, Lu Xiaofeng wanted to force himself to be impulsive, in order to resist the extreme loneliness, from the sinking of the soul.

His mind has gradually sunk, gradually fading from his nature, losing his desire to learn and explore, becoming at a loss, and finally, even the sense of panic at a loss is gradually disappearing.

It's like, outside the mind, although he is still moving forward, he is beginning to appear as if he is at a loss.

Lu Xiaofeng knew that his state was wrong, so he was forcing himself to be impulsive, or to make himself less boring.

If you have something in your heart, you won't be empty.

Fortunately, Lu Xiaofeng just lost Yuji's figure and failed to find someone who could ask the answer, so he could continue to think.

Even this kind of thinking is meaningless.

Not long after entering the island lake, Lu Xiaofeng and Yuji completely lost contact due to the sudden fog.

It is not an exaggeration to use the word covering to describe the fog, in Lu Xiaofeng's opinion, this sudden fog should be described by this word.

"Maybe it's the influence of the mysterious power on the lake. Lu Xiaofeng was guessing in his heart, trying to let himself have a few more questions to think about, and trying to keep moving in one direction, trying not to turn around and not let himself get lost.

Although he doesn't know if he has turned a corner, whether he has been lost.

Vast and boundless, although there is light in all directions, there is no way to tell where the source of the light is, and similarly, Lu Xiaofeng rushed out of the fog because he could not use the light source to locate it.

"I don't know, if I'm going in the other direction, I'm going through the lake in the middle of the island, or if I'm going to get lost in it forever. Lu Xiaofeng thought slowly, slowly, his thinking turned slower and slower, even if he swept away like electricity, as fast as flying light, he couldn't feel the feedback of speed.

He had forgotten that at his speed, even if the lake in the island was ten times larger, it should have passed through.

While trying his best to concentrate his thoughts, Lu Xiaofeng slowly lost his ability to perceive the outside world, and his efforts were never rewarded at all.

On the other side of the mist, Yuji, who entered the mist with Lu Xiaofeng, was in much better condition than Lu Xiaofeng.

The reason why there are so many words, but it is that Yuji's face is a little less dazed, and more, a little bit of chatter.

The gods are chattering, as if they are talking to themselves, and they seem to be talking crazy, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like what a normal person should be.

But Jade thinks he's normal, at least, he knows what he's doing.

What Yu Ji was talking about was the Tiangang Mental Arithmetic taught by the Elder of the Tiangang Sect before he came, and at that time he didn't understand why the Elder Chuan Gong would teach a useless thing, but he was afraid of the mystery of the Elder Chuan Gong and pretended to learn it happily.

But now he knew.

Zhou Tian and Tiangang really have a special relationship, after being shrouded in the mist, the mental arithmetic that Yu Ji remembered in his mind naturally touched a certain qi machine, combined with the power of the dragon in his body, but let him maintain a weak connection with Tiangang Xingdou in the mist.

Relying on this connection, Yuji believes that her situation should be much better than Lu Xiaofeng.

At the very least, you should be able to get out.

Otherwise, could it be that the information about the lake in the island collected in the Tiangang Sect was brought back by a dead man?

Thinking of Lu Xiaofeng, Yuji's thinking was suddenly interrupted, and she was immediately invaded by the strange aura emanating from the mist, and she couldn't concentrate anymore, and for a while, she didn't know what step she had just calculated.

An inexplicable smile flashed in Yuji's eyes, and she simply withdrew her fingers that were constantly pinching, looked at a certain direction of the mist, and didn't care if this direction was right or wrong, and said softly: "Lu Xiaofeng, don't let me down, otherwise, who will I go to take revenge!"

After speaking, Yuji once again used the true power in her body, silently recited the mantra of easy counting to assist in calculation, and took a step with her feet raised, but the person had already drifted far away.

This lake, in fact, is called the Heart Lake, not the lake of the heart of the island, but the lake of the human heart, which has the same place as people's self-proclaimed hearts.

The name of the heart lake was handed down by the Tiangang Sect, and Yuji didn't know the cause of it, but he remembered it, especially after the method of mental arithmetic and easy counting.

At the same time, the little old man also took Wang Sanhe and the three of them to the shore of the Heart Lake, but when he arrived here, he stopped and grabbed Wang Sanhe, who was trying to have fun.

"Old man, why don't you go into the water?" Wang Sanhe turned around with effort, his eyes showing doubt.

"Don't worry, wait!" the little old man squinted his eyes and smiled, still smiling.

"What are you waiting for, otherwise, you untie the rope first, and I'll go down and play by myself, can't I promise not to run away?" Wang Sanhe's eyes lit up, trying to pretend to be calm, and he suggested very sincerely, but the corners of his mouth exposed his "treacherous scheme".

"What do you say?" replied the little old man kindly.

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"Yes, you can't rush, when you all go in, things will be easy, I will wait, I have been waiting for thousands of years, and it will not be too late. "Suddenly there was a dark sound from a wooded and grassy place, cold, almost able to freeze the air, but it failed to attract the attention of the little rabbits that were foraging nearby, as if there was no sound here at all.