Qifeng Mountain, Daoyanzong, cliff.

The night was thick, and the disciples of the Daoyan Sect who were keeping vigil outside the cliff prison were drowsy.

The prison cave was transformed by Daoyanzong by using the natural cave in the mountain behind the cliff, and the surrounding rocks were far more hard than fine iron. Those who are imprisoned in the cliff will have their spiritual power completely banned. The disciples who kept vigil didn't have to worry about anyone escaping from the prison at all, not to mention that there was only one person locked up in the prison now, and he had destroyed all his muscles and veins not long ago, so it was hard to say whether he would survive tonight.

The disciple who was keeping vigil sighed, looked up at the moonlight that was gradually setting in the west, and his eyelids couldn't help but become a little heavier.

A "chirp" sound drifted quietly, mixed with the sound of insects at night, and it was not very distinct.

The night watchman's eyelids moved, this was similar to the crisp sound of the ghost flute, which was very common in the mountains, and he often heard it, so naturally he wouldn't take it seriously.

After a while, the eyes of the night vigil disciples suddenly opened, and the sound of "chirp, chirp" was endless, and there was a faint tune that came faintly.

But just as he tried to listen carefully, the voice was gone.

He scratched his head, stretched, and condescendingly glanced at the unclear face of the Imperial Spirit Mountain Protector in the prison, still motionless as a dead man, and no longer interested.

The night was thick, and the mountain wind was getting stronger, and even if this disciple was successful in cultivation, he couldn't help but tighten his slightly loose gray robe, and turned sideways, avoiding the direction of the wind.

Even so, he was not annoyed at all, after all, night duty itself is a kind of practice. Thinking like this, the sleepiness gradually came back, and I don't know when the eyelids gradually closed again.

Very little moonlight could penetrate through the holes in the roof of the cavern for ventilation, and the interior of the cell was extremely dim.

Shui Ye's face was as white as paper, bloodless. The muscles and veins in the body are broken, and it is very difficult to move even the fingers.

Suddenly, his heart seemed to rise and fall.

Although the "chirping" voice had disappeared into the night sky, it sounded in his heart like a magic spell.

The heart is rising and falling more and more, if anyone's eyes can pass through Shui Ye's clothes and the flesh and blood in front of his heart, he will be shocked to find that there is a fist-sized skull at this moment, constantly pulling his upper and lower jaws and gnawing at Shui Ye's heart one by one.

The hollow eye sockets of the skull's skulls glowed with a miserable green glow, and it grew more and more vigorous. After a moment, Shui Ye's fingers moved slightly, and his closed eyes opened, and the same green glow appeared in his eyes.

Shui Ye's eyes turned, and with a slight force on his originally weak index finger, his nails broke directly, and the red blood flowed down the trend.

But he didn't feel the pain and began to scratch the floor......

On a strange rock hundreds of feet away from the cliff, a white figure stood quietly. The white figure looks a little hazy and illusory in the moonlight, and even more so because the black umbrella covering the head can't see half of the white figure's face.

can only vaguely judge from its exposed jade-like skin and slender body that it is a woman.

A strange tune that smells bad to the flesh, like a hissing snake's song, and like a mournful love song, is wafting out of the ruler-long bone flute on the side of the woman's mouth. And the green glow in the eyes of the skull in the prison seems to be in tune, flickering and bright.

After some time, the woman's gaze withdrew from the prison, and the tune changed slightly, becoming extremely poignant, like a night owl in the mountains.

The night watchman rubbed his eyes and frowned, if anything more uncomfortable than the night wind in the mountains was the roar of wild beasts in the mountains and forests from time to time.

He was not surprised, his body turned slightly, and he subconsciously looked at the prison under his feet. The light in the cave was dim as before, and the unlucky protector of Yuling Mountain was still motionless.

The Night Watch disciple soon lost interest and planned to continue his spiritual retreat. But after a while, he closed his eyes again, and his eyes suddenly opened: "No......"

......

Nameless Valley.

A white mist lingers in the valley, obscuring everything inside the valley, making it difficult to see even if someone flies over the valley.

The young man was leisurely leaning on a bluestone, chewing the tip of the grass in his mouth that seemed to never get chewed, looked at Xiao Mo with a smile, and continued: "I can't imagine that there is such a good place, why didn't we come here directly last night!"

These two people are none other than Xiao Mo and the mysterious Yuebai boy who suppressed the Demon Refining Ding Weapon Spirit 'Qiqi' last night.

"Just thought about it. ”

The young man obviously didn't believe his words, and said reluctantly: "This valley must have a name, right?"

"Name?" Not far in front of him was a clear and transparent stream, Xiao Mo had the image of Mo Yue grooming the stream in his mind, and he shook his head: "I don't know either." ”

The two were speechless for a while, and after not knowing how long, the young man's face was a little solemn and said: "I can't help you much tonight, even if you use the "Psychic Secret Technique" against an ancient beast like the Candle Dragon, it shouldn't have much effect, you can do it yourself." ”

Xiao Mo raised his head and looked at the moonlight, not knowing what to think, and after a long time, he suddenly said to the young man: "Thank you." ”

"Huh?" The young man was slightly stunned, and he originally planned to make a sarcastic remark, but when he saw Xiao Mo's sincere expression, he pouted and gave up.

Xiao Mo's face was slightly pale, as if the edges and corners of his face were particularly distinct because of many hardships. A faint moonlight fell on the corner of his eyebrows, and a strange thought suddenly rose in the young man's heart, "This guy doesn't look bad." ”

"Phew!Phew!" As soon as the thought came to him, the boy couldn't help but shudder and shudder.

He clearly knew that he didn't have that kind of good impression of Xiao Mo. Besides, because of Xiao Mo, he had already suffered a lot of torture in loving that person, and killing the shame of this clan was one of the purposes of his trip. As for why he hasn't killed this person who either spoke coldly to himself or shouted and shouted to kill.

"That's because...... That's it. The boy nodded violently as if to confirm his thoughts.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Mo seemed to notice the young man's sudden strangeness.

The young man only felt that Xiao Mo's gaze was faintly strange, as if a scorching light flashed in his eyes, "Could it be that he ...... me?"

The young man was embarrassed, took a sharp breath, and stared at Xiao Mo viciously, but the sudden change in tone revealed the inexplicable emotions in his heart, "You, you, why are you staring at me?"

Xiao Mo didn't know what the young man was thinking, but he felt that the young man opposite suddenly felt unspeakably weird. However, Xiao Mo was immediately relieved, the young man had always been like this, so he shook his head with a wry smile and stopped talking.

Seeing that the young man finally looked away, the young man breathed a sigh of relief and comforted himself: "It's nothing! I think it's okay if he looks good...... Isn't it?"

The night was getting thicker, the fog was much thinner, the moon was like water, the young man exhaled, threw out the thought that had just made him irritable, and said with a somewhat solemn face: "It's going to start!"