After the Youqin patriarch finished speaking, several other elves in the tree cave bent down to salute the patriarch and the high priest, and slowly withdrew from the tree cave, and finally only Yun Xiaoxi, Han Xuemei, and the patriarch Youqin, the high priest Wu Ya, and the holy maiden Xiaoling were left. （）

The five people in the huge tree hole did not speak, and the atmosphere suddenly became strange.

Yun Xiaoye clenched his fists slightly and said, "Senior Wu Ya, do you recognize this stick on the junior?"

Wu Ya slowly stood up, about the same height as Yun Xiaoxie was sitting.

She walked in front of Yun Xiaoxie and looked up and down. Under the gaze of this elf old man, Yun Xiaoye suddenly felt a trace of strangeness, like being secretly peeped by a poisonous snake in the dense forest in the middle of the night, which made his heart uneasy.

After a moment, Wu Ya Priest stretched out his hand and said, "Take your stick...... Show me. ”

Yun Xiaoye stretched out his hand and pulled out the short stick, and at this time, a white palm pressed his shoulder, the cultivator regarded the magic weapon as more important than his life, how could there be a reason to casually show the magic weapon to a stranger?

Han Xuemei shook her head slightly, Yun Xiaoxie knew what she meant, and said, "It's okay." ”

Han Xuemei was silent for a while, and the hand finally slowly retracted.

Yun Xiaoye smiled at High Priest Wuya and said, "Senior, look at it. ”

Wu Ya stretched out her hand and took it, her skin was already old and sick, and compared to the countless elves she had seen along the way, this high priest was much older than them.

The moment her hand touched the nameless short stick, a soft green light suddenly burst out from her fair but old skin, and everyone in the room was taken aback, and the patriarch Youqin suddenly stood up with a look of surprise on his face.

"It's okay......"

Wu Ya held the nameless short stick with both hands, signaled to the patriarch Youqin, and then slowly raised the short stick to his chest and looked at it carefully.

Yun Xiaoxie had always felt that his nameless short stick was very short, and at this moment, he found that this Wu Ya sacrifice was a little longer than the stick, and he felt a little funny in his heart.

If it had been 10 years ago, I would have laughed out loud.

This time is different from the past, behind his Dao Fa, his joy and anger are invisible, and everyone does not see the strange expression of his expression.

"Gulara, Molula......"

Wu Ya seemed to see something, her eyes were shining, and she suddenly turned her head to the patriarch and said a few words in the language of the elf clan.

Yun Xiaoye Han Xuemei was puzzled, but seeing that the faces of the Youqin Patriarch and the Little Spirit Saintess changed, it was obvious that Wu Ya sacrificed to the two high-ranking members of the Elf Clan who had been shaken by the words just now.

The little spirit saintess walked quickly in front of Wu Ya, staring at the short stick in Wu Ya's hand with big purple eyes, and let out bursts of exclamation from time to time, as if there was still a little unknown awe.

"Yun Gongzi, where did you get this stick?!"

Wu Ya turned her head, her voice was eager, and there was a faint excitement. 【For more exciting, please visit】

Yun Xiaoye frowned, and did not directly answer Wu Ya's words, but turned his head to look at Han Xuemei beside him, and then said, "Senior, is there anything wrong with my stick?"

Wu Ya said: "I can't be mistaken, your stick is one of the seven treasures of heaven and earth, the divine wooden stick." ”

Yun Xiaoye was not much surprised, but Han Xuemei's face stiffened slightly, obviously she had also heard the legend of the Seven Treasures of Heaven and Earth God Wooden Stick.

Yun Xiaoxiao ignored Han Xuemei's surprised gaze, nodded slightly, and said, "Yes, seniors have good eyesight." ”

Wu Ya's old face suddenly bloomed with a soft light, and it seemed that she couldn't suppress the ecstasy and excitement in her heart at all.

It is also said that the elves live on trees and are the creatures closest to nature.

The Divine Wooden Stick is the essence of the heart of the ancient Divine Tree back then, and the prosperity of the aura is unparalleled in the world, which is by no means imaginable by ordinary people.

The divine tree that their elven clan had lived in for generations was far inferior to the primeval divine tree in the Dead River in the southwest of the Shenzhou Continent, so as soon as they saw this divine stick, Wu Ya and the others were all excited.

But excitement is followed by fear!

Because a huge evil qi firmly suppressed the aura of the divine wooden stick itself, so that the aura could not leak out.

And what kind of terrifying treasure can be something that can suppress the aura of the divine wooden stick?

Wu Ya's sacrificial eyes stared at the crescent-shaped jade jue embedded in the top of the stick, muttering to herself, Yun Xiaoxiao and Han Xuemei didn't know what she was talking to herself.

At this moment, the patriarch Youqin, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke, and her voice seemed to be a little trembling.

"Netherworld!"

Wu Ya and Xiao Ling Saintess suddenly raised their heads and looked at the Youqin Patriarch together.

The little spirit saint maiden said in surprise: "The Queen Mother, this is ...... No, the Netherworld is my northern holy relic, how could it be fused with the Divine Stick?"

Youqin shook her head slightly, walked in front of Wu Ya with a scepter in her hand, reached out to take the nameless short stick, and discussed something with Wu Ya in elven language.

Han Xuemei's face is as ugly as it is, she has a delicate relationship with Yun Xiaoxie, the two have experienced life and death for a period of time, and she is very clear about Yun Xiaoxie's occasional violent atmosphere.

Hearing the three words of Netherworld, her face was pale and bloodless, and her body trembled slightly, as if she felt that the tremor just now was an illusion.

She turned her head to look at Yun Xiaoxie, but saw that Yun Xiaoxie's face was calm, as if there was not much surprise, but a little helpless, and suddenly countless memories came to her heart.

Ten years ago at the top of the Tianshan Mountains, when Yun Xiaoxiao and Shi Shaobei were fighting, the short stick magic weapon devoured the huge evil spirit summoned by Shi Shaobei.

At that time, the Demon Sect's Netherworld Sect Sect Sect Sect Master Qinghu had loudly screamed out the three words Netherworld.

At that time, everyone saw that the magic weapon used by Yun Xiaoyi was a short stick, not a fierce thing like the Netherworld, so they smiled.

This jade Jue Han Xuemei had seen before, it was in the middle of the night in Ciyun Nunnery many years ago, Yun Xiaoxie took out this jade Jue, saying that it was given to him by Gao Yulin.

How smart Han Xuemei was, she instantly remembered in her mind that Yun Xiaoye had urged the Eight Fierce Trapped Heaven Array more than half a month ago, this kind of anti-heaven magic array had already been recorded, and it could not be urged unless it was the Netherworld!

Now it seems that the crescent-shaped jade jue on the top of the nameless short stick is most likely the Demon Sect Ghost Sect Patriarch Ghost King Xue Tian, the great murderous thing that dominated the world thousands of years ago.

The wind and snow still did not stop, and when the sky was about to get dark, Zhu Gou hugged the seriously injured Lu Linlang and found a dry tree hole.

I don't know if this tree hole is the lair of the beast demon, it is quite spacious, but it is very messy inside, and there is no beast demon living in it for many days, but it is greatly cheaper for them.

The snow outside was already very thick, almost three feet, and in the bitter snow, Zhu Gou saw that it was already dark, so he carried Lu Linlang in.

"Senior Sister Lu, how are your injuries?"

Zhu Gou screamed softly.

Lu Linlang, who was in a daze, slowly opened her eyes, and saw Zhu Gou's cheeks illuminated by the familiar Aurora Divine Sword, her expression trembled, and she said in a daze: "Zhuge ...... Is that you?"

Zhu Gou's body stiffened slightly, and before she could speak, Lu Linlang suddenly fell into her arms and muttered, "Zhuge ...... Don't leave me...... Don't ......"

Many years ago, the love and hate between Zhuge Zheng and Lu Linlang finally broke out after seeing the Aurora Fairy Sword when Lu Linlang was seriously injured.

A woman who has suppressed her emotions for almost thirty years.

This pain, who knows?

Who understands?

Who cares?

The wind outside was still strong, blowing the scattered snowflakes and making crackling sounds from time to time.

In this small world illuminated by the yellow sword, it seems to be another warm world compared to the cruel world outside.

The expression on Zhu Gou's handsome cheeks flickered, as if he regretted and seemed helpless, but in the end he didn't refute, but comforted: "Senior Sister Linlang, I won't leave you, let alone let you have anything to ......do."

Zhu Gou gave the unconscious Lu Linlang a few Huiyuan Pills from the Shushan Sect and some healing pills, after all, he didn't have the courage to untie Lu Linlang's clothes to check her injuries, but just put his clothes on his clothes and applied some healing ointment to a few wounds on Lu Linlang's chest.

Then, he sat cross-legged and carried the Yin and Yang Qiankun Dao to continuously input the true yuan into Lu Linlang's body.

His Taoism was obtained by his twenty years of hard work, and at this moment, under Lu Linlang's serious injury, he didn't care about his true yuan at all, and poured out wildly.

Lu Linlang's injuries were gradually controlled, and her pale face gradually became a little red.

"Hoo ......"

Zhu Gou slowly finished his work, his face became extremely pale, and an unconcealable tiredness appeared on his face.

He stretched out his hand to check Lu Linlang's pulse, and found that her heart pulse gradually recovered, and her breath was much more normal, so he let go of his heart, gently laid Lu Linlang down, stared at her beautiful cheeks for a long time, and then took the Aurora Fairy Sword beside him and walked out of the short hole.

The wind and snow were still blowing outside, and he sat cross-legged on the snow at the entrance of the tree hole and looked around vigilantly to prevent a sneak attack by strange beasts. After all, this tree hole is a lair of beasts, and although it looks like there has been no beast demon living in a long time, there is no guarantee that the big guy will come back.

He looked at the snowflakes drifting in the darkness and felt the biting cold wind, and his heart suddenly beat fast.

An inexplicable feeling that had never existed before spread in his soul, as if there was a voice shouting, roaring.

Even if he didn't want his life, he wouldn't let the beautiful woman in the hole in the tree be hurt at all.

The Aurora Fairy Sword in his hand seemed to feel the mood of his master, and slowly swallowed a faint dark yellow light.

Or maybe Zhuge Zheng's soul was attached to this fairy sword.

The owners of the two generations of Aurora Immortal Sword seem to have coincided at this moment, and they can no longer linger.

I don't know how long later, a slightly painful moan came from the hollow of the tree behind me.

Zhu Gou's face changed slightly, and he got into the hole in the tree, and found that Lu Linlang had not woken up, but her face was with a faint red light.

Zhu Gou reached out and touched Lu Linlang's forehead, and found that the tentacles were hot, it turned out that Lu Linlang was seriously injured, and he was in this extremely cold climate of the Northern Ice Field, and he actually had a high fever.

The physique of a cultivator is far comparable to that of an ordinary person, and he is generally immune to all diseases, unless he is exhausted and his aura is weak.

Zhu Gou naturally understood this in his heart, and his face suddenly sank.

"Water ......"

Lu Linlang's chapped lips moved slightly in a coma, and Zhu Gou understood what she said.

Hurriedly said: "Senior Sister Lu, you bear with me for a while, I'll get water immediately!"

He only had wine and no water in his bag, not even a vessel for water, so he was in a hurry, and walked out of the hole in the tree, and after searching for a long time, he couldn't find anything to hold water.

In desperation, he picked up the white snow and drilled in, and under the effect of the palm force, the white snow in his hand slowly melted, and drop by drop fell on Lu Linlang's slightly chapped lips.

Over and over again......

In the darkness, only Zhu Gou's blue-gray figure was seen walking through the inside and outside of the tree hole.

Source: Ran Library.