Xue Ling sat among the rocks, surrounded by a mess, the monks who fought before had already left, and he didn't have much murderous intent for these people, he obeyed people's orders, and naturally couldn't help himself.

Not long after he sat down, a tide of blood and qi permeated the gap in the rocks in the distance, and then, a figure stepped out.

Carrying a spear, his clothes were stained with blood, he was covered with a fierce blood that could not be concealed, and under his unkempt hair, a pair of eyes surged with scarlet light, which looked extremely evil.

When he came to Xue Ling, he glanced at it casually, and he was sitting cross-legged not far away.

"Solved?!

Xue Ling asked.

"Kill!"

Li Xueqi said coldly.

Xue Ling's heart was shocked, looking at the bloody death, this guy really killed Lie ruthlessly.

But Xue Ling didn't say much, if it weren't for the good luck of the two of them, they would have been ruthlessly killed by Lie Ruthlessly, and now that they have fallen into this situation, it can be regarded as good and evil will be rewarded in the end.

"Help me protect the Fa, I'll recover, I'm about to collapse. ”

Xue Ling's face was surprisingly pale, and his speech was a little weak, and the feeling of weakness swept over like a river bursting its banks, and he wanted to fall asleep for a while.

But this isn't the time to sleep.

Holding up his eyelids, Xue Ling didn't care about the blood death and didn't agree at all, he directly changed his handprint, condensed the seal of cultivation, and then the heaven and earth vitality converged and opened, and then it turned into a mist, swirling around him.

Breathe evenly, and the mist formed by the two Yuan Qi flows down the nose like a small dragon.

When Xue Ling completely sank into his mind, Li Xueyan glanced at it, his swollen eyes and blood qi had almost dissipated, his chest rose and fell slightly, and then he raised his head and looked at the bright sunshine.

The sun spilled from the sky and fell on his face, the pale face, there was a kind of distressing coldness, his palms supported the ground, he stood up, his bloody footsteps shook, and the corners of his mouth pulled slightly.

Quickly stood up, carried the blood-draining gun, jumped up, appeared above a mess of rocks, indifferent gaze, glanced away, and cautiously probed everything around.

There is nothing dangerous.

Li Xueyan lowered his head, glanced at Xue Ling, who was recovering, and closed his eyes slightly, but that mind had been guarding against the dangers around him, and his slightly tense muscles could react instantly in the face of any approaching danger at any time.

The cultivator below was in a fairly safe environment.

The mountain wind blew from afar, and the clothes flew in the blood, and the clothes carried his body, faintly revealing a rather thin body, through the clothes, it seemed that he could guess that the body inside was almost the same as the skeleton of the skeleton.

The torn clothes exposed the corners of the chest, and the hideous scars were spread all over in a terrifying density.

It seems that in the middle, there are mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, and there are thousands of dry bones, which are formed behind the bloody corpse.

With the cultivation, Xue Ling's complexion gradually recovered, and when he recovered about fifty percent, Xue Ling withdrew from cultivation, saw the fierce blood on the top of the chaotic stone, and said, "You recover quickly, and then go to Tiantan Mountain." ”

"No!"

Li Xueyan jumped down, his expression was cold, and he looked unappreciative.

"Don't hold on, hurry up, maybe there will be any danger on the road, I don't want to die with you. ”

Xue Ling pushed Li Xueyan to a place where the sun couldn't shine, and Li Xueyan had no expression, but he still sat down.

"Die to save face. ”

Xue Ling couldn't help but mutter a sentence when he looked at the Powerful Blood Death who had sunk into a cultivation state, but then his eyes slowly narrowed, and the feeling that the Powerful Blood Death gave him was very cold and fierce, which was also the impression that others had of him.

However, after that ferocity, Xue Ling felt a loneliness of isolation from the world, and an indescribable desolation.

"The story of the story. ”

Xue Ling lay on the ground, his hands on his head, the sun shining on his face, a warm feeling, warm and gentle, the sun at this time, warm as water, not as violent and rude as in summer.

Waves of vitality converged, Li Xueyan opened his eyes, and glanced at Xue Ling, the two of them didn't say anything, they identified the direction, and went to the depths of the valley.

The sun is sinking in the west, and the sunny peaks are bright, while the other side is dark and dark.

Xue Ling and Li Xuexuan walked through this dark and blended mountain range, but they didn't encounter much trouble along the way, and soon, they crossed the mountains, and in front of them, a verdant and picturesque plain appeared.

At the end of the plain, a rather majestic mountain peak rises from the ground, so far away, it is still impossible to see the end of both sides, the line of sight is upward, the mountainside is filled with clouds and mist, and further up, it is a white expanse, and nothing can be seen.

This is their destination, the Temple of Heaven!

Seeing this majestic peak, Xue Ling couldn't help but feel insignificant, standing below it, it was really like facing a giant who touched the sky.

This mountain, compared to the mortal Mount Tai, is more powerful than I don't know how many times, climb this mountain, that is the real view of the mountain.

Xue Ling sighed, in the face of such magnificent mountains and rivers, he couldn't help but open his heart, and a self-confidence that I was flying over the world quietly spread.

The line of sight is closer, falling at the foot of the Temple of Heaven Mountain, in a mountain recess, the voices of people are boiling, and the popularity spreads from there, and the atmosphere of slight uproar squeezes away the silence of the deep mountains and old forests for many years.

Xue Ling and Li Xueyan quickly approached.

"Senior Brother Xiao Ling!"

As soon as he came over, Xue Ling heard a familiar shout, and looked at it, Yue Xiaoqian was waving her little hand, looking here eagerly, beside her, Mo Qingyuan, Yan Sixuan and others were also there, and all the beautiful and moving women were looking at Xue Ling and Li Xuexuan.

When people gathered, the eyes attracted by the beautiful woman were undoubted, so many of the eyes here followed Yan Sixuan and the others over, and finally fell on Xue Ling and Li Xueyan.

When they saw that it was two men, many of them changed their eyes visibly.

Being stared at by many inexplicable eyes, Xue Ling felt weird, walked into the circle of Yue Xiaoqian and others, and said with a smile: "See you again." ”

"You ......"

Mo Qingyuan's expression moved slightly, and he asked, "Are you okay?!"

"Do you think we're like something?!"

Xue Ling spread his hands and said.

Mo Qingyuan and Yan Sixuan's faces changed significantly, they knew what Xue Ling and Li Xuexuan were doing, and learned from Yue Xiaoqian that Lie Wuru could bring more than ten people, and these two guys went to find trouble, so they came back intact.

"Xue Ling!"

In the crowd, a big fat man shook his butt twice, turned over the river and the sea, and forced the monk to separate, he walked out leisurely, his stomach walked in front, with a lewd smile on his face, and his eyes looked at the sky, not Wei Qianmi!

And behind him, two women also walked out, the appearance is extremely outstanding, and they are not strangers, it is He Lengyan, and the tall and curved woman next to her is Wang Ruoying, who is known as one of the "Yan Ying Yan".

They're here too.

Xue Ling laughed, several people gathered together, four peaks, they were able to get together, it was also a kind of fate.

Xue Ling, Li Xueyan, Wei Qianmi, mixed among many beautiful women, the laughter of Yingying Yanyan spread, making envy, jealousy and hatred appear in the eyes of many monks looking at the three of them.

However, at the front of the crowd, a look passed through the many figures, and finally landed on Xue Ling's body, with an inexplicable color in that gaze.

The sun shone on the golden ends of his hair and floated across his face, and the corners of the man's mouth curled up, with a faint smile, a trace of curiosity, a trace of doubt, and a trace of danger.

Beside this person, it was empty, and the monks obviously avoided it, and only one person stood beside him, and that kind of appearance was Zhou Fengyu.