The scale, one end is high and the other is low, unless the weight on both sides is the same, otherwise it will not be balanced.

Is it reasonable to compare the Blood Spurting Mountain and the White Bone Mountain to the two ends of the scale?

If there is such a possibility, then after the blood spurting from the Blood Spurting Mountain, it will definitely not be long before there will be some movement on the side of the White Bone Mountain!

It has been more than a dozen hours since the blood spray and the first blood rain fell, and the drizzle outside has also rained several times, and the rain is getting less and less.

By the way, there is also the sound of the blood river, which is getting smaller and smaller!

He Yi's mind moved, and he felt that he seemed to have grasped something, but for a while, he didn't have a very clear idea, and it was difficult to grasp it.

He walked out of the cave and looked down on the mountainside, only to see that the river of blood where they had first descended had now become an ordinary flowing water, and the blood no longer filled the entire river, and the "water level" had dropped by more than three feet!

Where does this blood go?

There are many rivers of blood, and they flow in all directions, but where do they go in the end?

The blood comes from the blood-spewing mountain, and where does the blood-spewing mountain come from?

The volcano spews lava underground, and it's not all blood underneath here......

And the White Bone Mountain, if it really has a movement corresponding to the eruption of the Blood Spurting Mountain, what should it look like......

"What did you find?" a clear voice came from behind her, and when the words fell, she was already standing beside He Yi, looking out.

Turning his head, He Yi found that her side face was very eye-catching, her neck was slender and snow-white, her nose was quite delicate and delicate, her eyes and eyebrows, lips and chin were impeccable.

"I'm wondering if the mountain of bones will also lose bones since the mountain of blood will spurt blood. He looked away and replied.

Yiyu couldn't help but shudder at what he said. The corners of her mouth twitched, and she said astringently, "You...... Don't you like swords......"

"Huh?"

He Yi was stunned, and subconsciously said: "Although it looks good to play with a sword, I use a knife after all." ”

"Are you...... I really want to be slashed by the sword a few times!" At the end of the words, her tone suddenly exploded, and her five fingers were grasped, and the silver sword placed in the cave flew and was held in her hand.

A sword slashed.

He Yi screamed and stepped back quickly, puzzled: "What are you doing here, senior?

It's real, and it's more real than last time!

Yiyu chased with a sword, and swung out a fierce sword qi, which was completely to teach him a hard lesson, otherwise he would never give up!

He Yi secretly shouted bad luck while constantly dodging, reflecting on what he said wrong.

- "I'm wondering if the mountain of bones will also lose bones since the mountain of blood will spurt blood. ”

Is there anything wrong with that?

It seems normal, at best, it is ...... Touching something terrible that the predecessors saw.

Well, I admit it!

After a while, the two of them, who had been chasing and fleeing around the hill for dozens of laps, finally stopped. He Yi smiled and said apologetically: "Forgive me, senior, I will never mention anything next time." ”

"You......!

He Yi: "......"

He was very skeptical, could it be that the crisis here had not yet arrived, and the seniors would die of their own blood first! Also, did the seniors cultivate to the Yin and Yang Realm through normal methods? Could it be that she was also a genius like Lord Mingwang, and she was actually very young now?

It took a long time for the retching to come to an end. She walked up to He Yi with a tiger face, squeezed out a gloomy sentence between her lips: "Don't, again, provoke, me!" and then turned into the cave, meditating on the secret of purifying the heart in a muffled voice.

He Yi shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, standing on the hill where the blood stains were about to dry up, scanning the bloody earth and the slowly sinking water level of the blood river.

Alas, women......

It's easier to deal with than to face a woman who is easily annoyed, or a dangerous secret realm that can't speak. He Yi said to himself in his heart.

This bloody world feels extremely disgusting and creepy at first, but it doesn't seem to be a big deal after watching it for a long time, and it becomes natural to get used to it.

The waiting time was extremely difficult, Ryoma didn't wake up for a long time, and the seniors were condensing the soul again, He Yi was bored and wanted to cultivate for a while, but he was stunned to find that there was too little aura between heaven and earth, and it was mixed with the slightest trace of evil qi, and rash cultivation would only bring trouble to himself. In desperation, he simply found a place that looked pleasing to the eye, kicked the blood-stained ground and sat down, watching the blood river wait slowly.

The river of blood was several feet deep when it overflowed, but now it had dropped by four feet as time passed, and the flow rate had become gentle, but the blood was getting thicker and thicker.

The direction of the river in front of me pointed directly to the side of the White Bone Mountain, which was hidden by small hills, and there was no end in sight. However, He Yi faintly felt that it was very likely to flow into the trough of the eye shape where the influence range of the two mountains intersected.

Looking at the Blood Spurting Mountain, looking at the White Bone Mountain, you will unconsciously have the impression that they are opposite each other and evenly matched.

The water level of the Blood River sank inch by inch, and the remaining blood stains on the two walls of the valley slowly dried up, forming a new layer of powder covering the outermost part, and the deeper it went, the thicker the blood became.

Quietly, an hour has passed, and the bored He Yi began to deduce in his heart the fusion of the body method of the king of the mountain and the winding of flowing water, Xiao Yi returned to his shoulder, and was so bored that he began his own cultivation, that is, sleep in the eyes of others.

The ferocity of the tiger and the softness of the flowing water are combined with each other in He Yi's consciousness, and the villain in his heart sometimes rushes forward, sometimes walks in the clouds, and the transition between rigidity and softness, speed and slowness is not abrupt, as if it should be so.

According to the mountain as the king's body is more than fierce, the dodge is insufficient, like the release of the momentum of breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat at any cost. But this set of body method to cooperate with the Liuhe knife method, it is not enough to blindly attack and kill, the Liuhe knife method is intended to be wild, wonderful in nature, the rise and fall of each knife, what is needed is not the strongest strength, but the most flawless offensive. Only by worrying about the future can the knife maker be able to slash one after another, and unleash the infinite possibilities of evolution after the first knife until he defeats his opponent!

There is no absolute genius in this world, and there is no absolute mediocrity. Everyone has a direction that they are good at, but the so-called geniuses are superficial, and the stupid ones are just lucky. He Yi has poor comprehension in other aspects, but he is only talented in the two sets of kung fu of Liuhe Knife Method and According to the Mountain, and he learns quickly and makes rapid progress.

Every thought is a retreat, and every insight is rewarding. After sitting quietly for five hours, He Yi figured out some things that he didn't understand before, although he had never held a knife, the knife in his heart had become more and more exciting.

The interruption of the deduction was not because he was unable to continue because of insufficient mental strength, but because the consciousness that remained outside told him that the river of blood was about to dry up!

"It's finally time to wait. He got up and stretched, causing a crunch of bones all over his body, and a small gust of wind on the hill.

He jumped down the hill a few steps to the bank of the river of blood, and when he looked down, he saw that the river that had been raging and rushing not long ago had now become a trickle, and there was still a trace of blood flowing at the bottom of the valley, and there was thick blood remaining in those small low-lying areas, slimy and very adaptable.

"The blood is dry, and I always feel like something is going to happen......" He Yi muttered.

The river is rushing, where do they end up?

The blood of the Blood Spurting Mountain can't be spurted forever, could it be that these blood rivers flowed for hundreds of miles, and finally penetrated into the ground and returned to the control of the Blood Spurting Mountain?

There is a thick layer of blood powder accumulated at the bottom of the river, if it is really an infiltration, then after all, there are remnants on the surface, and the blood spurting mountain is still weakening.

Uh, debilitating?

Thinking of this word inexplicably surprised He Yi himself. He couldn't help but glance at the dark red mountain wrapped in fresh blood scabs, trying to see if it looked like an object of power.

The mountain, bubbling with a faint white gas, was covered with blood scabs and tangled blood, as if it were ...... A badly wounded monk, barely breathing.

Buzz~

At that moment, the earth suddenly trembled!

He Yi was taken aback, stood up and looked at it, there was no movement at all in the Blood Spurting Mountain!

"It's the Mountain of Bones!"

Almost subconsciously shouted, turned to look, and saw that the towering white mountain was trembling violently, and from its surface, layers of white objects were shaken off, and from a distance, it looked like an avalanche.

Sure enough, it moved! The Blood Spurting Mountain and the White Bone Mountain are the two ends of the scale, they correspond to each other, one is lighter, the other will be heavy, and they need to vent to maintain balance!

A large pile of white objects rolled down like an avalanche on the White Bone Mountain, although they were thousands of miles apart, He Yi could still vaguely see that what rolled down were all miserable white skulls and a large pile of human bones!

"What's going on?" came a suspicious inquiry from the cave, and he couldn't maintain the mood of meditation under the tremor of the earthquake, and was awakened by the shock.

She walked a few steps to He Yi's side, and following He Yi's gaze, she saw the white peak that was shaking violently.

The white bones rolled off piece by piece, and she could see it quite clearly under her excellent vision. The pieces of white human bones, one by one hideous skeletons and landslides lined up to rush down, and the crisp and hollow gurgling sound was still clear from thousands of miles away, and it made people's hearts tremble.

"White!" exclaimed, but after only one syllable, her body stiffened, and then, after sitting for five hours, her mind collapsed, and she leaned over and retched.

"......" He Yi was stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted, patted the senior on the back, and recited the pure heart recipe in an attempt to help her overcome the obstacles in her heart.

Herod~

At this time, the long-lost neighing of Ryoma also reached the ears in the epicenter of the drama!

After ten hours in a coma, Ryoma finally woke up!

The golden tall horse was unusually angry, kicked out of the mouth of the cave, stepped on the air to the master's side, stood without touching his feet, lowered his head, as if to welcome the master to get on the horse.

The dragon horse is psychic, obviously sensing that there is a crisis in the earth earthquake, and wants to leave here with He Yi quickly.

Seeing this, He Yi couldn't help but smile. He read the next word, and saw that she was still uncomfortable, so he didn't ask much at the moment, and directly hugged her on the horse's back, and sat behind him lightly at a distance of one foot, lightly clamped the horse's belly, and ordered: "Let's go, horse, go in that direction, don't fly too high." ”

The direction he was pointing to was neither the Blood Spurting Mountain nor the White Bone Mountain, but the direction that the predecessor said would be safe.