In a forest that stretches as far as the eye can see, filled with damp and poisonous miasma all year round, two figures are struggling to move forward among the artemisia grass taller than a person.

Walking in front of the way was a man in black, with long hair messy, draped over a miserable white grimace, with a terrifying aura. He held a black scythe in his hand, and he was constantly shooting out black arc-like blades, slashing at the tall artemisia grass in front of him, these tall artemisia grasses were a kind of demon grass, hard and tough, and it often took two or three blades to cut one.

Although the man in black is not weak in cultivation, he can't withstand long-term consumption, and he needs to stop and recover every time he walks.

At this time, the old Taoist who followed him would always chatter and ramble, either complaining about the bad environment, or complaining that the demon grass could not be cut, and more often quarreling with the bald little broken child on his back.

If Jing Han was here, he would definitely recognize these three guys, who were none other than the Lich Muye Partridge, the Divine Stick Old Daoist God Operator, and the bald little broken child Shi Potian.

At this time, the god operator sat on the ground with a lot of force, almost shaking the bald little broken child who was sleeping soundly on his back, and scolded and scolded," Don't go, don't go, damn it, it's really poured eight lifetimes of blood mold, we have been walking for two years since we entered this ghost place, two years, more than 700 days and nights, there is still no end, and a fart, just kill the old man, a hundred deaths are worry-free, so as not to continue to suffer in this ghost place that does not see the light of day, maybe the old man can see the Taoist ancestor after his death, and follow the Taoist ancestor to the west, and ascend to heaven. ”

The bald little broken child who woke up from his sleep slipped off the back of the god operator, rubbed his eyes, and said with a disgusted face: "In this case, you say it several times a day, and you have said it more than 10,000 times in the past two years." ”

The god operator raised his hand and scolded: "You can't kill you little bastard, you don't have a backache when you stand and talk, the old man has been carrying you day and night for two years, and the old man's waist is about to break, you don't eat at all, you know how to sleep and sleep all day long, look at the old man, what kind of old man you have been tortured into, won't your conscience hurt?"

The bald little broken child stared at a pair of big black jewel-like eyes, stared at the old face of the god operator, and said seriously: "Nothing has changed, it's still the same as before, ugly!"

Bang Bang Bang!

Before he could finish speaking, his bald head was slapped three times.

The god operator was annoyed and angry, "You white-eyed wolf with no conscience. ”

The bald little broken boy hugged his head and jumped to the side of the Muye partridge, pointed to the god operator and said, "If I were a wolf, I would have eaten you a long time ago." ”

The god operator glared and scolded angrily: "You dare to eat, in the past two years, every time you hit the prey, you have eaten most of it, if the old man is not fast, he can't even eat the leftover juice, look at you, eat so much, all of them are and pee, no meat is long, the size is still the same as two years ago, you are a ghost who wastes food!"

The bald little broken child pulled his belly, touched his bald head again, and said seriously: "There is long meat, there is a long one, old man, you are blind." ”

He went back to ask Makino Partridge and asked to testify against him.

Makino Partridge nodded expressionlessly, but the words were like gold: "It's long." ”

The god operator was so angry that he smoked in the seven orifices, but he didn't dare to have a fight with the Muye partridge, so he had to find the bad luck of the bald little broken child.

The bald little broken child knew that the god operator was afraid of the Makino partridge, so he crawled onto the back of the Makino partridge and squeezed his eyebrows at the god operator in provocation.

Makino Partridge was not angry, and let the bald little broken child sleep on his back, and he enjoyed the closeness very much.

The god operator was shocked and worried, every time the bald little broken child slept on the back of the Muye partridge, the recovery rate of the Makino partridge was very fast, if it weren't for the two years, the Makino partridge was very protective of them, and did not show the slightest impatience and hostility, he would have fled with the bald little broken child.

Half an hour later, the Makino's partridge returned to its peak.

He pulled the sleeping bald little broken child off his back, handed it into the hands of the divine operator, stood up and looked at the forest that did not see the light of day, and said, "It won't be long before we can get out." ”

Hearing this, the god operator was overjoyed, jumped up with his hands and feet, and asked, "How long will it take?"

Makino Partridge shook his head and said, "The long is half a year, and the short is three months." ”

When the god operator heard this, the joy on his face instantly froze, as if he had eaten a dead toad, and his old face was pulled down, gloomy with the dark clouds on a rainy day, "You just said that you can get it within a year." ”

Makino Partridge didn't bother with the divine operator, waved the black scythe in his hand, and opened the way.

The god operator had nowhere to vent, so he followed behind and sneered, saying, "Aren't you able to fly? It's not faster to fly out directly with the old man, so why follow the old man to suffer here." ”

Makino Partridge didn't look back, and said, "One foot off the ground, death forbidden area!"

Hearing this, the face of the god operator turned pale instantly, and he subconsciously lowered his head and muttered, "So powerful......?

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Xiantao City.

The Yan family's mansion.

On the school martial arts field, two teenagers are fighting.

One was wearing the clothes of a disciple of the Yan family, and from the fluctuations of the true qi revealed, it could be seen that he had just entered the threshold of cultivation, and he had cultivated in the early stage of the Feng Chu Realm.

One was dressed in a coarse linen robe, with a sturdy body, with dark skin, without the slightest fluctuation of true qi on his body, and he walked with brute force.

The disciples of the Yan family made a move, the moves were gorgeous, and although the true qi was weak, the momentum was good, which attracted the applause of the audience in the audience.

The swarthy young man looked calm, with the tenacity of an ascetic, quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit, and there was a great strength hidden between his fists.

The disciple of the Yan family was annoyed and angry, and he wanted to fight with the dark boy with a hideous face, but he was repelled by the dark boy with three punches and two palms, and fell directly to the outside of the field.

The spectators were stunned and silent.

The disciple of the Yan family felt embarrassed, pointed at the swarthy young man and shouted, "Yu Feng, you despicable and shameless villain, you are actually plotting against me!"

The swarthy young man was originally an honest and honest person, where did he know this kind of reversal of right and wrong, brazen behavior, when he heard the words, he twisted his eyebrows together, and said in a deep voice: "Yan Wu, you don't want to spew blood, I didn't plot against you!"

The disciple of the Yan family snorted coldly and said, "You dare to quibble! Tell me, what kind of Dao method do you use?"

The swarthy boy was not good at words, and the master had never told him what kind of Taoism he was practicing, so he was speechless for a while.

Seeing this, the disciple of the Yan family was overjoyed, and the secret way was sure enough, so he narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "I can't say it, you obviously used crooked ways to plot against me, our Yan family has rules, if anyone does not abide by the rules of the school martial arts field, the light one will be fined eighty sticks, and the heavy one will be abolished and expelled from the house." If you are not from the Yan family, you will be fined eighty sticks!"

The swarthy young man's face was gloomy, he was honest and honest, it didn't mean that he was stupid, at this time, he could see that Yan Wu was deliberately framing himself, and he suddenly became angry in his heart, jumped forward, and when he arrived in front of Yan Wu, he punched out.

Although he shot angrily, he was still very sensible, and he withdrew eighty percent of his strength at the critical moment, otherwise, this punch was enough to kill Yan Wu.

With a bang, Yan Wu screamed miserably, and flew upside down and fell to the school martial arts field.

Two unhealthy flushes appeared on Yan Wu's face, and he clutched his chest and pointed at the swarthy young man and said, "You actually attacked me!"

As he spoke, he spurted out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

The people around who were watching the battle were all disciples of the Yan family who were the same age as Yan Wu, and when they saw Yan Wu vomiting blood and unconscious, they thought that someone had died, so they were frightened, and they screamed and ran to tell each other.

The swarthy young man also became nervous, if someone died, it would affect Miss Yan, who was kind to the master, which was not right with what he promised the master.

At this moment, several figures came not far away, and they were the masters of the Yan family.

When the swarthy young man saw this, he panicked and hurriedly shouted: "I killed the person, and it has nothing to do with anyone else!

With a cold snort, it fell from the sky, carrying the power of a mountain, and wanted to kill the swarthy boy.

This is a divine attack.

The swarthy young man walked not the avenue of the true qi of the original god, the sea of knowledge was empty, and he was no different from ordinary people, where could he stand it at this time, he immediately snorted, and the seven holes were bleeding.

Just as he felt that his head was about to crack, he found that the pressure on his body suddenly lightened and disappeared without a trace.

In the next breath, there will be a fragrant breeze blowing in the nose.

"Miss Yan!"

In his field of vision, Yan Nianwei's figure appeared.

Yan Nianwei looked at the miserable situation of the young man, her willow eyebrows suddenly wrinkled, and she looked back at a purple-clothed young man who fell on the school martial arts field, her phoenix eyes were frosty, and she said coldly: "Yan He, you are so heavy on a junior, if you don't give me an explanation, I will definitely ask you for advice here!"

Yan He, the purple-clothed young man, had a slightly cold face, glanced at the swarthy young man contemptuously, and frowned: "An ant, if he dies, he will die, is worthy of you and me to be so angry?" Besides, this ant injured the people of our Yan family, and it would be polite if I didn't kill him on the spot." ”

"Shut up!" Yan Nianwei scolded angrily and said coldly: "Yu Feng is my friend's disciple, don't let you insult him, apologize to him immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind to you!"

The purple-clothed young man snorted coldly and said, "Do you want me Yanhe to apologize to an ant? Impossible! If you can teach such a wasteful disciple, your friend may not be very clever! It's not that I said you, Yan Nianwei, you are the descendant of the Yan family, don't go outside to make fox friends casually, that will ruin the prestige of our Yan family!"

Yan Nianwei suppressed her anger and said in a cold voice: "Yu Feng's master, it's Jing Han!"

"What kind of waste ......" The young man in purple was about to scoff, but his eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted: "Jing Han?

Yan Nianwei said coldly: "It's the Jing Han who participated in the Lingshan Disciple Trial half a year ago, entered the seventh level with the first place, and was exceptionally promoted to the Lingshan Disciple!"

"What!" The young man in purple was shocked, his face was no longer arrogant, and he said in a trembling voice: "This ...... It can't be!"

Half a year ago, the Lingshan disciple trial was in full swing, and the name of Jing Han also spread all over Xiantao City overnight.

However, whether it is "the first place to enter the seventh level", or "the exceptionally promoted to the Lingshan disciple", these are not the things that shocked him the most and even frightened, but in the past six months, a news has been transmitted from Ziyang Mountain: Forty Lingshan disciples entered the Phantom Cave Mansion together to start the cultivation of Lingshan disciples, and thirty-nine people came out one after another within a month, only Jing Han has persevered so far, becoming the first person to practice in the cave for half a year in thousands of years.

The Phantom Cave Mansion is the most mysterious forbidden place in Ziyang Mountain, and it is only open to disciples of Lingshan and disciples of the inner sect who are extremely talented and have contributed to Lingshan. It is said that the inside is an independent special space, not only there are various opportunities, powerful inheritance, but also the speed of time is very fast, one day outside, one month inside, of course, in addition to these anti-heaven benefits, there are also unimaginable dangers, the slightest carelessness, is the end of death, the most frightening of them, is the strangulation power of the Yuan Shen and the sea of knowledge, so the longer you can persist in it, the greater the talent and potential.

Now, Jing Han has been in the Phantom Cave Mansion for half a year, and he still hasn't come out, and this matter has shaken the entire Ziyang Mountain, and even spread throughout the entire Xihezhou.

The name of Jing Han is like thunder!

Now, he is going to kill Jing Han's disciples, he is going crazy!

Just when he was terrified in his heart, a mean voice sounded: "It is said that the Phantom Cave Mansion is extremely dangerous, and there has been no movement for half a year, maybe he died inside." ”

When the purple-clothed young man heard this, he didn't know which tendon was twitched, but he felt that it was very reasonable, and shouted loudly: "Yes, yes, maybe that Jing Han died in the Phantom Cave Mansion!"

As soon as the words came out, he felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly turned around, and suddenly saw an extremely ugly face.

"Head of ......"