The Biluo River is more than 100 zhang wide, the river is turbulent, and the flow speed is rapid, far from being a Qi refining period monk can swim upstream, Rao is Tan Xiao has exhausted all the strength of his body, plus the blessing of spiritual power, he can't compete with the river flowing west. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

And Tan Xiao looked painful, as if he had fallen into a swamp, constantly struggling.

This boat, one zhang long and half a zhang wide, exudes a little dim yellow glow, can resist the turbulent river a little, and go towards the opposite bank at a slow speed, Fang Cun's upper body is lying on the boat, looking at Tan Xiao, who is getting farther and farther away from him, stretching out his hand, looking anxious, and shouting: "Senior Brother Tan~"

The water of the Biluo River is like yellow muddy water, not only heavy and abnormal, but also able to devour the spiritual power of the monks.

Fang Cun felt that the spiritual power in his body was constantly decaying, and the legs trapped in the river were like being filled with lead, and at the same time, it was difficult to swing his legs to change the direction of the boat.

"Senior Brother Fang, be more careful yourself!" A wave turned over, and Tan Xiao only left a word, and then disappeared.

Fang Cun looked crazy, his elbows against the board, and shouted: "Senior Brother Tan~"

The voice spread far away with the wind and rain, but he didn't get a response from Tan Xiao, Fang Cun roared a few times unwillingly, but still didn't hear the slightest response.

"Ahh

His eyes were bloodshot, and the anger and killing intent in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he kept shouting to vent the grief in his heart.

For a long time, Fang Cun was lying on the board of the boat in rough clothes, clenching his fists tightly, and hammering a few punches on the board with hatred, before he looked up at the place where Tan Xiao disappeared.

"Senior Brother Tan, you will definitely be fine, you will be!" Fang Cun was comforting himself, and now he could only calm himself down by self-comfort.

The river water of Biluo River was very cold, it was cold, and the cold to the bone made Fang Cun's legs almost unconscious, but his attention was all on Tan Xiao's body, and he didn't notice that the river was so cold.

Call!

Fang Cun's lips were already a little purple, and his whole body was as cold as falling into an ice cellar, and a trace of cold breath continued to enter Fang Cun's body from his legs, making his body tremble.

Drink~

Fang Cun let out a low roar, grabbed the edge of the boat board with both hands, the only trace of spiritual power left in his body was injected into his legs, feeling that his legs were slightly hot, he pulled his legs out of the river with all his strength and knelt on the deck.

Bang~

At this time, the thunder intensified, and every two or three breaths, a thunderbolt exploded in the sky, and through the instant light brought by the lightning, Fang Inch looked towards the north.

There was still no shore at the end of the view, and he knew that it was still a long way from the other side of the river.

He didn't know why the plank was still able to glow dimly yellow and move forward, but for now, that wasn't the point, it was what was below the surface.

Wow~Wow~

Around the plank, the river water is constantly pushed out of the water by things below, and a circular ripple begins to appear on the surface of the river, with the boat board where Fang Cun is located, and the ripples ripple.

Suddenly, the river water at the ripples began to rotate, and the yellow mud-colored river rose three feet high, like a circular curtain, enveloping the square inch.

Fang Cun sat on the deck, looking at the curtain formed by the river in front of him with a solemn face, and the light in his eyes flickered.

"The water of this Biluo River is heavy, since it can control the river to form a curtain, it seems that the realm of this evil thing is not low. Fang Cun secretly guessed.

As if to confirm Fang Cun's guess, a figure appeared above the curtain, and when Fang Cun saw the figure on the curtain, he was suddenly stunned.

This is a woman, a moon-white dress, and her appearance is not wrong to describe it as a red face and trouble, and there is a poem that says it very well.

"I'd rather not know the city and the country, it's hard to get a beautiful woman!"

This woman didn't have the slightest ghost aura in her body, but from the aura emanating from this woman's body, it could be judged that she must be a ghost king-level ghost cultivator.

Fang Cun now lacks spiritual power in his body, and in the face of ghost king-level ghost cultivation, he has no strength to resist at all, "Since you can't resist, let's see what this female ghost is going to do, right?"

Thinking so in his heart, Fang Cun sat on the board of the boat, his expression calming down.

After a long time, the female ghost hid her face and smiled: "Isn't Childe worried at all?"

The sound is pleasant, like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate.

Fang Cun said indifferently: "The matter has come to this, what is there to worry about!"

The female ghost's eyelashes trembled, a strange color flashed in her eyes, and she said, "Is Childe going to the other side?"

Although Fang Cun's face was calm, he was constantly thinking about ways to get out in his mind, but after thinking about it, there was no other way except for the female ghost in front of him to let him go, and at this time, seeing this woman did not have a trace of the anger that a ghost king should have, and he actually said this sentence, which made him look shocked.

"What does this female ghost mean to send me to the other side?"

This guess flashed through his mind, but he didn't speak, but looked at the female ghost with a calm face.

Seeing this, the female ghost was not annoyed, shook her head and said: "The slave family's name is 'Yunruo', and he is one of the three ghost kings in the middle section of the Biluo River. ”

After the ghost king named Yun Ruo said this, Fang Cun's face was still the same, and he continued: "It was the female family who lured the rotten ghost away. ”

Fang Cun's expression moved, his brows furrowed slightly, he glanced at Yun Ruo, and said in a low voice: "Since you led away the ghost king and saved me and Senior Brother Tan, it must be for some purpose, right?"

Yun Ruo's skin was like condensed fat, her willow eyebrows were crooked, and she had a delicate face, nodding and smiling: "The slave family does have something to ask for." ”

"Can Childe wait for the slave family to leave here?" Yun Ruo's eyes flowed, shining.

Fang Cun glanced at the female ghost in surprise, not understanding what she meant.

"This Biluohe has imprisoned the slave family for tens of thousands of years, and the slave family doesn't want to take it here anymore, so please help the little girl. After Yun Ruo finished speaking, he gave a salute.

Fang Cun was very surprised by this, and said: "You are the Ghost King, you can't do anything, how can I do it as a minor monk in the Qi refining period, besides, you are strong and I am weak, there is no need to be like this, wouldn't it be more convenient to directly force persecution? I have and can't resist!"

When Yun Ruo heard this, his face showed a bright color, he shook his head and smiled: "The slave family is not the rotten ghost, the slave family has a soft temperament before his death, and he will not do anything to the son, and the master of the slave family once said that the slave family should not hurt people, so ......"

When this woman said the word master, a touch of sadness flashed in her eyes, although she covered it up well, but Fang Cun kept looking at this woman, and naturally caught it.

Fang Cun didn't speak for a while, he was thinking about the truth or falsehood of this woman's nonsense.

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