"Whoosh!"

The Purple Jiao Sword turned into a streamer, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the vicinity of the golden light.

"Senior brother, that's it. Lin Shang said.

"Hmm. Ning Mu replied sullenly, jumped off the flying sword, and only then did he come back to his senses when the streamer disappeared into the sky.

"Boy, don't think about it, the person you can't work with is not the person you can get along with for a lifetime. Elder Fang's voice came to his mind.

Ning Mu smiled self-deprecatingly: "Maybe, I'm a person who can't even see tomorrow's sun, let's talk about it when I see tomorrow's sun!"

"Assertive, boy, be confident. Fang Lao's voice became smaller and quieter the more he spoke, and finally fell silent, it should be Shicai who single-handedly consumed a lot of his divine sense.

Ning Mu took a deep breath, jumped onto the treetops, and disappeared into the forest in a few flashes.

It wasn't long before he saw a dazzling golden light. Where this light was, there were already seven or eight disciples standing there in twos and threes. Ning Mu jumped down from the tree.

"Ning Mu!" a surprised voice came. Ning Mu frowned and looked over.

It was a group headed by Song Hu.

It was Song Hu who made a surprised sound, and he walked over with a stunned expression: "You, why did you come so fast?"

Ning Mu turned his head around and ignored it.

"Hmm. ”

A white light suddenly flickered, Ning Mu snorted, and a small hole was pierced in his lower abdomen...... The clothes were stained red with blood in an instant.

A disciple with a thief's head and a thief's brain, threw away the blood-stained sword in his hand, and smiled: "Boy, what did my boss ask you?"

Ning Mu condensed his true qi and covered his lower abdomen, ignoring him.

"Hey, looking for a dead ......" A fierce flashed in the eyes of this thief-headed disciple, and the small sword in his hand had arrived at Ning Mu's ears at some point!

"Bang!" was knocked down by a flying sword.

Xu Zihan, who had a breezy face, carried the fire sword that flew back in one hand, and said lightly: "Senior Brother Yanghai, you are a little too domineering. Anyway, they are all brothers in the same sect, and they don't see each other when they look down. ”

"Yes...... Look down and don't see it, hehe, look up and see you!" The disciple with the thief head and the thief's brain summoned back the small sword with one hand, and fell silent.

"Xu Zihan, are you sincere and can't get along with me Song Hu?" Song Hu muttered in a weird way, and then retreated.

Xu Zihan didn't squint, he just raised his head proudly. Seeing this, Ning Mu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hugged him: "Thank you, Senior Brother Xu!"

Xu Zihan nodded lightly, which was regarded as a response.

Ning Mu then looked at the field. The group headed by Xu Zihan included Lin Sheng and another beautiful woman.

The team led by Song Hu was the disciple of the thief and a fat man who looked like a Maitreya Buddha, and the taciturn Su Ziyuan.

In addition, there was a male disciple with a broken arm, an angular facial contour, and sword eyebrows. At this time, he was sitting cross-legged beside the golden light, closing his eyes and resting.

This person reminded Ning Mu of the screaming man.

At this time, several streamers fell to the ground. Ning Mu was a little impressed. It was all the wealthy disciples who auctioned Lin Shang for the night of the Spring Festival.

Now they are hugged.

There were more and more black shadows running in the distance, and the golden light began to slowly dim. Until, more than a dozen or twenty people were surrounded here, and the golden light finally dimmed.

What appeared in front of everyone's eyes was a gloomy tomb!

This tomb is three zhang high, and a huge entrance to the cave is bubbling with a gust of yin wind, cold wind, like the mouth of a wild beast.

This scene made the hearts of all the disciples feel terrified and they were cramped. The disciple with the severed arm slipped into it in a flash.

"Fight!"

Ning Mu was also palpitating, but as soon as he gritted his teeth, the afterimage flickered, and he was a few steps faster than everyone else. Almost immediately behind the disciple.

However, it was soon surpassed by Xu Zihan, Su Ziyuan and others.

It's a narrow, slender, dark corridor. Ning Mu ran all the way until he was left alone, and the feeling of loneliness made him feel that this road could not be completed at all.

Fang Lao fell asleep, and no one explained to him whether this road was good or bad, Ning Mu felt a little timid, and turned around and wanted to go out.

He turned around, but he still couldn't go to the end, Ning Mu fell into confusion and was helpless for a while.

"Since I can't get to the end, I might as well keep walking forward. Ning Mu clenched his fists, and a hint of resoluteness flashed in his eyes.

He ran and ran and ran until he himself did not know how long he had been running, maybe a day, maybe two days...... Ning Mu fell into despair and stopped.

Time seemed to have passed for so long, and Ning Mu inadvertently found that he had gray hair......

How sad is it that nothing has been accomplished, but the hair is gray?

"Ahhh

A flash of hope flashed in Ning Mu's eyes, and the afterimage flickered, breaking through the white light...... The time of the memories in his mind kept going back, and Ning Mu's thin cheeks regained their former look.

A dazzling blue light shone down his cheek.

Ning Mu looked up, and his body couldn't help trembling...... In the distance, as far as the eye can see, the endless Heavenly Spirit Grass is swaying with the wind!

The rich aura filled the entire grassland, and Ning Mu took a deep breath, feeling that his cultivation had loosened a little.

"Haha, haha!" Ning Mu looked up to the sky and laughed, for fear that Xu Zihan and others would also rush over, and they were quickly collected one by one, and soon piled up a pile, more than thousands.

"Ning Mu ......" At this time, a familiar voice came, trembling slightly, and seemed to be shocked by this scene.

Ning Mu looked back, but it was Lin Xiang.

"Lin, Senior Sister Lin......"

Ning Mu hugged him and sobbed: "Senior sister, you don't know how uncomfortable I have been without you for the past few days, please don't leave me, okay?"

"As long as you don't leave me, these are all yours and all yours!"

"Hmm. Lin Sheng replied lightly, but the corners of his mouth outlined a faint sneer.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Ning, it's all my ......"

"You ......" Ning Mu's body trembled suddenly, his eyes widened, and he took two steps back with an incredible expression.

The heart he covered with his hand was a heart-piercing sword hole, accompanied by the blood-stained Zijiao Sword in Lin Shang's hand, which kept dripping blood.

"Ding, Ding, Ding......"

A feeling of suffocation hit his heart, and Ning Mu saw two black hands slowly approaching him with a strange piece of music.

Ning Mu rolled his eyes and fell to the ground. At the same time, a black aura struck his mind, turning into a pitch-black figure.

"Boom, this kid's cultivation is not high, but his will is not bad, he actually survived the first level, another good tonic, hehe, it's a pity, but he still can't survive the second level, if he dies in the third level, it's good!"

"Ahh

It saw a white shadow at least ten times larger than him.

"Seniors! Seniors! Forgive sins! Forgive sins! Old man Gu Ziyue didn't mean to snatch food! Please forgive your seniors, old man will get out, old man will get out!"

The black shadow turned around and was about to float away, but found that Fang Lao had not made a little movement, and floated back suspiciously, and floated up and down to look at it, and the corners of his mouth immediately outlined a touch of pride.

"I'm actually sleeping...... Don't blame the old man for not showing mercy!"