"What's that sound?"

In his sleep, the White Lotus Daoist immediately woke up, got up and dressed, quickly climbed out of the cracks in the cave, stood on the edge of the dangerous peak, and looked at the white vast canyon.

He could clearly hear the sound coming from beneath the canyon.

Wang Qiu slept like a dead pig, turning over and pulling all the quilts onto himself.

When the White Lotus Daoist returned to the cave and saw Wang Qiu tightly wrapped all the quilts, his eyes were suddenly round with anger.

The cold air in this mountain has been permeating for a long time, and it is necessary to stay until noon to have a trace of warmth. I didn't want to get up from the bed this morning.

The White Lotus Dao people trembled coldly, and they kicked Wang Qiu's buttocks with one kick, and the White Lotus Dao people also had a lot of strength, and with a wave of their hands, they snatched the quilt back in an instant.

Wang Qiu sighed! The biting cold from the depths of his soul woke up in an instant. There was no trace of drowsiness at all. Turning his head, the White Lotus Daoist turned his back to Wang Qiu, curled up, and wrapped all the quilts tightly.

"Master, it's a cold day, don't take care of yourself, I don't have a quilt here......"

The White Lotus Daoist lay tightly and did not react in the slightest.

Wang Qiu was angry and scolded the old guy in his heart. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Wang Qiu's mind, and he screamed: "Qing...... Uncle Aoba......"

The White Lotus Daoist was stunned, lifted the quilt and looked at the hole, there was no fart!

Wang Qiu smiled thief, and grabbed the quilt and wrapped himself tightly.

The White Lotus Daoist was furious, turned his head to Wang Qius and scolded: "You little brute, don't learn well...... I don't respect teachers at all......"

Wang Qiu covered his head, and the sound of an urn came from the quilt: "That's why you don't love the young first, and don't respect the old......"

The White Lotus Daoist let out a sigh, grabbed his clothes and put them on, but the strange cry just now made him a little upset, and he couldn't sleep well, so he just got up and forgot it.

Bring dry firewood and light the fire, which warms it up.

"Wang Qiu, the Purple Thunder Gorge has not been peaceful these days, if there is an accident, there is a stone crack in the back, you are smart. ”

The White Lotus Daoist sat in front of the fire and muttered to himself. glanced at Wang Qiu from time to time.

Wang Qiu listened to it in his heart, and hummed casually, which was a response.

At this time, a wisp of light smoke floated out from the ancient bamboo tube, and the young ** soul Fang Qin walked in front of the White Lotus Dao person.

"Master!"

"Qin'er, you are now in the body of the Yin Soul, and I have never had a ghost cultivation method in the Wuling lineage, if this storm subsides, the teacher will help you find an exercise that is suitable for your cultivation. The White Lotus Daoist groaned and looked at her.

After all, Fang Qin is a sixteen girl, she grew up in a big family, and her mind is simple, although she has experienced that incident, she is a little silent, but on the whole she is a good child.

She smiled sweetly: "The master has a heart." ”

The White Lotus Daoist waved his hand and said, "But you are born with an extremely yin soul, these days your yin soul is blue, and it has already been condensed a little, but you don't need to live in the ancient bamboo tube for a long time." It's a good thing. "Saying that, casting a spell on the ancient bamboo tube eliminated the yin technique, and there was no need to stay in the ancient bamboo tube in the future.

......

In the Purple Thunder Gorge, those monks who entered heard this strange cry of cooing and shrill one after another.

They all stopped. Looking up, the fog prevented the spirit from breaking through the shell. The investigation could not detect one or two, but made these people a little cautious in their hearts.

"Miss, it seems that there are also demon beasts in this Purple Thunder Gorge. ”

When Magu heard this voice, her expression was solemn, and this voice contained a trace of spiritual power fluctuations, which was definitely not something that ordinary beasts could make.

The proprietress looked calm, silent, and continued to move forward.

......

The spring water in the canyon tinkled, and the group had just stepped over the stream, stopped to look, and looked back, but they couldn't find the direction at all.

"Holy Son, we are exactly following the route we explored last time, but now here we didn't pass at all last time......" Crane Elder with a cane in his hand frowned.

The Holy Son also had a slightly solemn complexion, and now the color of the fog around him seems to have changed a little, it was still a white mist before, but it has indeed become a faint cyan here.

The Holy Son lightly touched the delicate ring on his middle finger, and a few milky white pills appeared in his hand, handed them to others, and said, "This is the 'poison avoidance pill' given by the sect master before leaving, we don't know if there is a problem with this cyan mist, you all swallow it, just in case." ”

As soon as he took the poison avoidance pill, suddenly there was a movement in front of him.

The crane elder who was on crutches, his face changed slightly, he took a step forward, squinted his eyes and said, "Shh!"

The expressions of several people suddenly became serious.

"In this cyan mist, the distance between the spiritual sense and the shell is even more limited, and I don't know what is happening over there. ”

The crutches in the old crane hand gently sneered, and said, "Go and have a look!"

A few people cautiously groped towards the other side of the stream.

In front of it is a forest of ancient trees, and the vines the thickness of arms are wrapped around the ancient trees.

In the forest, two groups of people are facing each other at the moment.

"Hand over the Turtle Spirit Grass, or you'll be killed here today!"

It was a rough man in the fur of a monster. At this moment, he grabbed a tiger's back chopping knife in his hand and glared angrily at the two men and a woman opposite.

"Giggles!"

The woman across from her chuckled. The jade hand covers his mouth, and his eyes are like silk.

"Senior brother, I can't imagine that this guy from Qingyangmen would dare to enter this Purple Thunder Gorge!"

The man next to him, whom he called his senior brother, was wearing a black gown, and his hair was tied up in a strange shape. He sneered at the big man opposite: "Tiger back knife! It seems that you are Lei Lie, the senior disciple of Qingyangmen!"

The rough man, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, shouted angrily: "Hmph, boy, look at your three first buns! It must be the 'happy three' that has recently been rumored to have defected from the Thousand Feather Sect and joined the Ghost Luo Village!"

As soon as he heard this, the face of the man with the three hair buns was instantly gloomy, and he looked at the rough man viciously: "I hate it when others call me a traitor!"

Saying that, the man let out a low shout, the phantom of the white lotus in the center of his eyebrows bloomed, and an ink-colored spiritual power emanated, and the three buns on the top of his head instantly turned into the appearance of a three-headed poisonous snake, attacking the rough man.

The rough man's face changed, and he hurriedly took a few steps back, and at the same time the tiger's back knife in his hand was horizontal, and shouted: "I can't get on the table! I'm afraid of you?"

Saying that, with the fierce vigor of the tiger's back knife in his hand, he swung it violently, and slapped away the three poisonous snake attacks three times in a row.

Seeing this, Xi San's face sank like water, and he quickly pinched the trick in his hand again, and the three poisonous snakes swelled violently, turning into a python as thick as a bucket, opening their bloody mouths, and a pair of venomous fangs were the thickness of a thumb.

"Senior Brother Lei Lie, be careful!"

The face of the other man standing next to the big man changed suddenly. The five white lotus petals bloom in the center of the eyebrows, and it is also full of the cultivation of the five qualities of the white lotus. With a loud bang, he pulled out his long sword from behind his back and pointed it at the poisonous python.

The rough man shouted with concern: "Senior brother, be careful." Immediately, his face became solemn, this 'happy three songs' cultivation is not weak, plus an evil demonic skill. Be careful.