"Ah......h

A black light crossed in front of my eyes!

The woman, who had shriveled down to a dry skeleton, let out a terrible scream. The broken arm, attached to the claw-like ghost hand, flew into the blood-red sky at once.

Even though she poured out the magic power of a thousand tribulations of evil cultivation, she did not hesitate to bury her flower-like face, just to send that lore in front of her former lover. However, although the old love is difficult to renew and the past is difficult to trace, she still can't avoid this sword.

This is the gentlest and most ruthless sword.

- "No, no more swords. ”

- "Even if you don't kill me, I won't be able to survive for long." ”

- "The heart is dead. That sword, it's enough!"

- "The concubine does not know the Demon Flower King...... Ah Chen...... Take care ......"

In the dark, there seemed to be several voices intertwined and echoing. The woman with the appearance of a devil slumped on the ground, unconscious. The long black dress was stained with blood and slimy. The unkempt red hair has also lost its luster in the sun, like a deserted chicken coop. Her arms were broken, her blood was badly damaged, and her corpse-like head was buried in her hair, looking like a pile of scrap wood scattered in the corner.

Those vampire bats and ghost valley demon flowers, like the disappearing whirlwind, all stopped moving, leaving only a mess everywhere.

......

"Forget it. Leave her alone. ”

Yang Ao stopped the second elder of Songshi who stepped forward with his sword, looked at Xue Yu who was standing with a cold face, and sighed: "She did this just for one person. ”

"Who?...... How do you know!"

Song Henian asked sharply. He, like Shi Zhongyue, was panting, and the anger in his chest was difficult to calm down for a while.

In the eyes of doubt and surprise, Yang Ao briefly told his own experience, including the recent outlaw in the suburbs, the Heavenly Clan's Sword Emperor borrowing the corpse to seize the house, going to the sword demon Yuan God in the stone cave to send himself to the underworld, as well as killing and repelling the pursuers, staying in the inn, and other package stories.

It's very fast, and it's also very bland.

But everyone's hearts were beating. Especially Xue Yu, as if he had found some rare treasure, his eyes were full of light, and he patted the folding fan and shouted: "Oh, I didn't expect Brother Yang to have such an adventure, it's really unheard of......!"

He stopped talking, turned his head and looked at the woman who almost killed him—now like a pile of black dry charcoal—and immediately changed his words, and said playfully: "It seems that this dead woman, what kind of sword demon in your body, should be good with each other?"

Song Henian heard it on the side, and hurriedly wanted to interject and open the topic, but heard Yang Ao reply: "I don't know the specifics." It's just that the moment I transformed just now, I had some vague impressions in my mind. ”

"What's your impression? Tell me about it!" Xue Yu approached with bad intentions, intending to break the casserole and ask to the end.

"Childe!"

Song Henian raised his hand to stop it, but his face was scornful, and he persuaded hard-headed: "Uh...... According to the old man, you can't stay here for a long time! The boy and this young man still don't say a word, let's go quickly!" After speaking, he patted Yang Ao, and gave him another look, which means that your kid should not be wordy, hurry up, which provoked Yang Ruoqing in the back to burst into tears and laugh, and was silent.

was inexplicably interrupted by this white-haired old man, and Yang Ao was also a little strange. Those vague impressions are indeed pictures of men and women loving each other and their hearts beating faster, and they blush when they think about it, of course they won't listen to others. But looking at Song Lao's reaction, it seems that he is too nervous, right? Could it be that their family discipline is very strict, and juniors are not allowed to talk about this? However, it is right to think about it, our family seems to be the same.

Thinking so crankily, the group hurriedly drove their horses, walked out of the strange flower forest, and set out on the road ahead.

The Demon Flower of the Ghost Valley, which blooms like fire, dances with the wind and emits a whining and mournful sound.

......

Leaving the flower forest where they escaped death, everyone took off their heavy clothes, and shook off the deadly petals and insect corpses, and breathed deep into the fresh air.

Heading south, the terrain is flatter and much faster. About an hour, more than 60 miles have passed.

Passing through a naturally formed giant stone gate, the scenery along the way changes again. The towering trees and thousand-year-old vines that used to be everywhere have been replaced by vast meadows, low shrubs, and scattered rubble.

It is said that it is at the bottom of the valley, and the terrain is more low-lying, and it should be more humid and muggy, but looking at the vegetation and rock formation, it is like climbing a lonely ice field, and the temperature has dropped very low, and it has become cold and very dry.

This abnormal topography and climate prompted everyone to look at Uncle Zhang again - the old man who had walked through the valley more than 20 years ago.

"Uh......" Unexpectedly, Uncle Zhang began to shake his white beard again, his old eyes were dizzy, and he tried to salvage the memories that had sunk in his mind, "Uh...... I don't think I've ever walked this road!"

"What?!" everyone's heads buzzed with this sentence. There is only this old road at the bottom of the valley, how can it not be walked?

"Well, I remember, behind the Demon Flower of Guigu is a large mountain forest, and there is no fork in the road along the way. Well, go through the stone gate just now, and walk a little further, and you should get to the exit......" Chamberlain grabbed his horse's head, pointed around, and said in a trembling voice: "But...... I've never seen the scenery here......"

Yang Ao tried to stabilize his mind and comforted: "Uncle Zhang, don't worry. It's been more than 20 years, and it's normal for some changes to occur. Moreover, other possibilities are not ruled out. ”

"You mean, like the possibility of the Demon Flower of the Ghost Valley before?" Xue Yu asked with a frown.

"I can't say for sure. However, along the way, we can still see the sun from time to time, and they are all in front of the road, indicating that we are in the right direction. ”

Everyone looked up at the sky when they heard this. When I went out at dawn today, although the mountain road was difficult to walk, and I encountered many obstacles on the way, I kept going to the present, and it had passed more than 80 miles. Seeing that the sun was moving westward and noon had passed, I don't know who muttered: "Let's rest first." ”

So they took a shelter from the wind, and made a pot of hot tea, and ate dry food, and fed the horses. After a little tidying up, refresh your spirits, and get back on the road.

Thanks to this short rest, the rest of the road became wider and wider, but it went farther and farther, and I almost lost my way - the mountain path that I could see was covered with smoothies and lichens, and it became looming. Looking around, where are the shadows of the peaks? They are all endless undulating barren hills! The sun, the coordinate that guides the direction, always hides behind the dense dark clouds and refuses to show its face, and only eight faint projections drag on the ground.

Everyone realized something was wrong. Isn't this the bottom of the valley? How does it look like a vast Gobi Desert? Moreover, there are less than 20 miles left, and two or three quarters of an hour are enough to walk, so why haven't we reached the exit in half an hour? Could it be that we have taken the wrong road?

In the midst of doubt, he suddenly saw a barren hill about a mile in front of him, and the wind and clouds were surging, and a dark cloud hung upside down like a sheep's horn, reaching the sky, and there was a thunderous sound in it, accompanied by dazzling lightning.

What is going on? Why does the sky change when it is said to change? With twelve points of curiosity and expectation, everyone drove their horses to the place where the clouds were surging. Who knows, just after running more than 100 meters, a dense fog suddenly rose in front of him.

This fog, out of nowhere, is beyond imagination in terms of the speed and density of its formation. I only felt that I could barely see the surrounding scene just now, and when I heard the lightning and thunder in the distance, I blinked my eyes, and I had fallen into the flour pocket of Bai Huahua, and I only heard its sound and disappeared from its shadow.

Buried in the fog, his body, face, and eyelashes were all wet and covered with moisture, and his breathing became a little stuffy, and his ears were filled with his own wheezing and fluttering shouts.

Groping in this thick fog where you can't see your fingers is like a blind man and a blind horse, which is a very painful and dangerous thing.

The black Xuanxue horse snorted, and a pair of living soul's ears rotated from side to side, maintaining a high degree of alertness. Its relatively sensitive sense of smell seems to be much duller in this environment filled with the choking smell of soot.

Suddenly, an exclamation was heard in front of the left, it must be my sister! Followed by a rush of horses' hooves and nervous neighing, and a few inaudible human voices. After that, there was a white mist, a deathly silence.

"Sister!"

Yang Ao violently pulled out the Mixed Yuan Spirit Sword, and rushed forward as soon as he pulled the reins. Although the surrounding area is still a curtain of mist, I have the impression that there are patches of barren hills nearby, and even if there are some ups and downs under your feet, it will not be difficult to move an inch.

Xuanxue Ma spread his four hooves and came to him in a blink of an eye. But I saw that a cloak was lost on the ground! I picked it up and saw that it was the thing that my little sister Yang Ruoqing was wearing!

"Little sister!Uncle Zhang!Xue Yu!Second Elder Songshi!"

Yang Ao was in a hurry, and he raised his throat and roared. No matter how thick the fog is, it is difficult to stop the spread of sound. They can't see me, they should be able to hear me, right?

According to this logic, he roared again several times in a row. However, what makes people feel weird, lost, and even a little creepy is that no one responded!

The others, everyone, including the horses, disappeared inexplicably and silently!

Looking at the foot, the soil layer that was originally mixed with smoothies and lichen has turned into large areas of blue-white ice crystals here. At the same time, the temperature also dropped sharply to near freezing!

Yang Ao cautiously leaned down and dismounted, stepping on the ice crystal. Not only is it very smooth and difficult to stand up, but it also makes a crunchy sound that seems to be unbearable and breaks at any time......

The "buzz" in my brain was all messed up.

I'm not dreaming, am I?

How did you run to a piece of ice?