After the black mist of the Flying Xuanhu erupted, Yang Zongheng's eyes were pitch black as far as the eye could see, and he was worried about Liu Xiaoxiao's safety when he heard Liu Xiaoxiao call him by name. He hurriedly agreed, but before he could finish speaking, he felt a hard blow to his chest, and then the whole person flew up.

He wanted to call the magic wheel, but found that the magic wheel was not around at all, and when the black fog faded, he found that he was actually riding on the back of a tiger.

The magic wheel is not there, and Yang Zongheng is seriously injured if he jumps down and does not fall to his death. It's really a shame that the heavens and the earth should not be.

Now is the real tiger riding hard.

The flying tiger kicked the clouds and the wind, did not know the geometry of the flight, and finally landed on a mountain pass.

Yang Zongheng followed Xuanhu into the valley, only to see the valley stream murmuring, birds and beasts gathered, white cranes soaring in the air, tigers and elk side by side drinking water by the stream, filled with a peaceful atmosphere, the scenery of the valley and the ferocity of the flying Xuanhu formed a strong contrast.

Yang Zongheng looked left and right, and kept sighing that the beauty here was unparalleled, but he didn't know whether this place was real or illusory.

While walking and thinking, he came to the entrance of a cave after a while, and the Flying Xuanhu stopped and glanced at Yang Zongheng.

"You're letting me in?" Yang Zongheng asked suspiciously.

Flying Xuanhu roared, Yang Zongheng didn't know what Flying Xuanhu was talking about, in short, he felt that Xuanhu would not harm him, if he wanted his life, he didn't have to make so much effort.

Yang Zongheng walked into the cave, walked around the dim passage for half an hour, and finally came to a step.

There were about twenty steps on the steps, and Yang Zongheng walked up to see a long knife stuck in a large rock, the body of the knife was covered with dust, and there were broken spider webs swaying back and forth.

Yang Zongheng glanced at the cave and found that there didn't seem to be anything special other than this knife, "Could it be that the Flying Xuanhu asked me to take this broken knife?" Yang Zongheng muttered to himself.

So he put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and drew the sword with all his might.

The moment the long knife was pulled out, the cave immediately became pitch black, as if the lights were suddenly turned off in the dark night, and I saw the long knife in my hand flash a little light, like the starlight in the night sky.

The light slowly flew out of the blade, floating in the air, and constantly forming this shape, like painting on black cloth.

Slowly, Yang Zongheng saw that those bright spots seemed to form the appearance of a giant tiger, with two feet of wings on his body, almost twice as many as the Xuanhu outside the cave, the giant tiger was majestic, giving people a huge sense of coercion, almost making Yang Zongheng breathless.

"It's good that it's fake. Yang Zongheng touched his heart and said, at this moment, the tiger suddenly waved its wings, raised the sky and roared, the cave immediately shook like an earthquake, and the stones on the top of the cave kept falling, and it seemed that it would collapse at any time.

Yang Zongheng hurriedly wanted to throw away the long knife, but found that the long knife seemed to have grown in his hand, and he couldn't throw it away if he wanted to.

At this moment, the giant tiger suddenly looked down at him and suddenly pounced on him. Yang Zongheng hurriedly picked up the long knife reflexively to resist.

The tiger did not pounce on Yang Zongheng, but as soon as Naxi Liangguang and Advocacy came into contact, it turned into a ribbon, and that little bit of light flowed towards the long knife like a river, slowly spreading all over the blade.

Looking at it this way, it is still a treasure, Yang Zongheng looked at the long knife in his hand and thought.

Just when Yang Zongheng breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a pain in his palm being bitten by insects and ants, and saw that the water turned into a bright spot had spread to his right hand, and there was a steady stream of surging towards his arm, and at the same time, he saw that the long knife in his hand also disappeared little by little with the bright light, as if the long knife had melted into the bright light.

"Is this the way the Flying Xuanhu turns into an arm?" Yang Zongheng thought, but then thought about it: "No, isn't the Flying Xuanhu outside the cave?"

Just thinking about it, the pain on Yang Zongheng's arm became more and more intense, and Yang Zongheng could only endure the pain and watch his right arm wrapped in light.

At this time, the cave slowly lit up, and Yang Zongheng found that his arm had become pitch black, as if he had been poisoned.

Just as he was full of fear, he felt his right arm sink more and more, as if someone was slowly pouring lead into his arm. Soon his right arm could not even bend, but could only be hunched on his shoulder.

"I'm crippled. This was the first thought that popped into Yang's mind.

At this time, I saw the Flying Heavenly Xuanhu suddenly break in from outside the cave, glanced at Yang Zongheng's right arm, and then roared.

Yang Zongheng scolded: "Grandma, I saved my life, and you treat me like this?"

The Flying Xuanhu tilted his head at Yang Zongheng, and then suddenly pounced forward and bit Yang Zongheng's right arm.

Yang Zongheng was shocked, and hurriedly hit Xuanhu's head with his other hand, greeting the eighteenth generation ancestor of Feitian Xuanhu in his mouth, but Feitian Xuanhu didn't care, just bit his arm and looked at him with slanted eyes.

In the end, I don't know if Yang Zongheng has lost his strength or is poisoned too deeply, and he can't stand steadily.

Yang Zongheng was half-paralyzed on the ground, dragged out of the cave by the Flying Xuanhu and thrown on the grass.

Yang Zongheng lay on the grass and looked at the white clouds in the sky, with a look of lovelessness. And the white cranes, peacocks, tigers, elk and other birds and beasts in the valley all gathered around Yang Zongheng, some stepped on two feet, some pecked a few times, it seemed that Yang always became the object of their play.

Yang Zongheng raised his left arm and waved it twice, the birds and beasts took two steps back, and after a while, they stepped forward again to tease him, at this time Yang Zongheng wanted to cry without tears: it was too humiliating.

His arm was poisoned, and he was gnawed by Xuanhu again, it is estimated that it is useless, and he turned his head to look at his right arm, only to see that his right arm was already as black as ink, but there was no bite, Yang Zongheng was a little surprised, and sat up slowly.

The Flying Tiger suddenly spat out a long knife at him, which was the hidden shadow he had seen earlier, and then slowly retreated.

"What is this singing again?" Yang Zongheng was puzzled, but looking at the birds and beasts around him, they all stepped back in unison, but they didn't disperse, just looked at him from a distance, as if waiting for something to happen.

An ominous premonition came over Yang Zongheng's heart.

Hearing only the sound of "bang", Yang Zongheng's right hand exploded, black blood splashed all over his body, and black blood continued to flow out, staining the underground grass black. Then he felt a pain that pierced his heart, and the pain made him want to cut off his right arm.

At this time, the monkey jumped next to the Hidden Shadow Treasure Knife, then picked up the Treasure Knife, carefully bypassed the polluted grass, put the Hidden Shadow next to Yang Zongheng, and then jumped to the side and continued to watch the play.

At this time, Yang Zongheng somewhat understood the intention of the Flying Xuanhu to give him this treasure knife, probably because he couldn't bear to cut off his right arm.

Yang Zongheng glanced at his bloody right arm, only to see the black on his arm gradually spreading to his shoulder, he couldn't help but be shocked, thinking to himself, wouldn't his whole body be about to turn black?

At this moment, I saw the Flying Xuanhu running to Yang Zongheng's side and biting his right arm.

"Again?"

Yang Zongheng was pulled by the Flying Xuanhu like a doll, swaying from side to side, almost breaking Yang Zongheng's entire skeleton.

The other birds and beasts kept roaring as if they were cheering, and the most infuriating thing was that several apes were still clapping.

When Xuanhu put him down, Yang Zongheng found that after being bitten by Xuanhu, the black on his right arm no longer spread to his shoulder, and then he knew that Xuanhu was helping him.

Although the black color did not spread, the pain was even more serious, Yang Zongheng clenched his teeth, blood continued to ooze from his gums and flow out of the corners of his mouth, and his whole body was also wet with sweat.

After about an hour, the pain slowly subsided, and the arm stopped bleeding, but the color was still pitch black, and it still felt like a lump of iron was dragging on the ground.

As the sky got dark, the flying tiger put a deer leg in front of Yang Zongheng, and the elk next to him saw the deer leg and ran into the woods.

Yang Zongheng looked at the bright red venison and had no appetite, at this time, several monkeys held some dry firewood piles in front of Yang Zongheng, and as soon as the flying tiger blew, the firewood burned.

Yang Zongheng didn't want to eat it, but seeing that the Flying Xuanhu and several monkeys around him were staring at him intently, he was a little embarrassed not to eat.

So he laboriously removed the skin and roasted the legs on the fire. In a short time, the smell of meat fills the whole valley.

When asked about the fragrance, the eyes of the Flying Xuanhu and the monkeys were wide open, Yang Zongheng saw this, so he tore off a large piece and threw it to the Flying Xuanhu, and divided a few small pieces to throw to those monkeys, several monkeys immediately snatched the meat, hurriedly put it in their mouths, and made a "huhahaha" sound.

"Doesn't the monkey eat the fruit, how can they eat the meat?" Yang Zongheng couldn't laugh or cry.

When the deer legs were all roasted, Yang Zongheng saw that Xuanhu and the monkey were eating with relish, and couldn't help but hook out the gluttonous worms in his stomach, so he picked up the deer legs and was about to send them to his mouth, when suddenly two monkeys snatched the deer legs off and dragged them towards the woods.

At this time, the other few stopped the two little monkeys, and one monkey muttered something to the two monkeys who were grabbing food, and the two monkeys drooped their heads and sent the deer's legs back.

Yang Zongheng was stunned as he looked at the scene happening in front of him and muttered to himself, "You guys are going to become essences." ”

In the end, he left only a small piece, and the rest was divided between the monkey and the flying tiger.

After eating the venison, the flying Xuanhu took Yang Zongheng back to the cave again, Yang Zongheng walked into the cave and fell crooked on a stone, and the Xuanhu nested at the entrance of the cave and closed his eyes.

But early the next morning he was awakened by a noise outside, and he walked out of the cave sleepily, and he could not help but be stunned by the sight of it.