At the end of June 453 in the Dead God Calendar, the 30-year treasure hunting meeting was held in Xuande Gate. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the early hours of the morning, Xuande Mountain was already bustling, flickering with flickering firelight. After all, Xuandemen is also a big sect, located on the top of a mountain that is more than 2,000 zhang away from the ground, equivalent to more than 6,000 meters, surrounded by clouds and mist, looming, and very mysterious.

There is indeed a trail at the bottom of the mountain that leads to the top, but few people go up to it. If it is an ordinary mortal, not to mention that it will take several months to climb up, it is estimated that it will be less than half of the walk, and he will die due to the thin oxygen and holding his breath.

If someone goes up, Xuandemen will accept them as key cultivation disciples without saying a word, regardless of their status.

Therefore, this mountain climb is also part of the Treasure Hunt competition. No matter who it is or what method is used, as long as it can go up the mountain, it will be ranked in order, and the last hundred will be eliminated.

That's right, if you don't even have the physical strength and speed to climb a mountain, how can you be qualified to participate in the competition?

The king looked up at the cliff and said with a bitter face: "Senior brother, such a high peak, why don't you give a flying spirit talisman?

"Don't complain, you can't fly up if you cry, it's better to climb the mountain honestly, let's be fast, I think we can arrive at noon tomorrow." Lan Feng turned around and encouraged the king, smiled slightly, grabbed a protruding rock, and jumped over the obstacle with ease.

The king squeezed into the narrow foothold and gasped deeply, there was no room for anything here, and if he was not careful, he might fall off the cliff and lose his cultivation. For him, who is still only in the condensation period, he should be crushed to pieces, and he will die with a whimper.

He looked at the group of people who had already reached the halfway point of the mountain, and with a look of envy in his eyes, he said to himself: "Those who will definitely be the first to reach the top of the mountain by then, alas, if only I could do more flying skills." ”

He sighed deeply, shook his head, and grasped the raised rock with his hand, and was about to climb up, when suddenly a familiar voice passed by his ears.

"Senior Brother Wang, I have two flying spirit runes here, give them to you. ”

"Senior Sister Moli?" the king was stunned, his face instantly showed joy, and the hand on the rock was put down and turned away.

A gust of wind blew, and it was pitch black in front of me, and there was no human figure.

The king squinted and looked carefully, it was indeed no one, and muttered to himself, "Could it be that I am hallucinating?"

"Senior brother, we were originally quite fast, but we were delayed all the way and have been surpassed by a few disciples, how can you still be in a daze?"

The king looked up, only to see Lan Feng's hand stretched out from above, and said with a smile: "Is it because it's not easy to climb here?"

"I just heard someone call out to me and stopped. The king frowned as he spoke, and while he grabbed Lan Feng's hand, his feet instantly left the ground and stepped into the stone crevices recessed in the rock wall.

"Senior brother, you wait first. Hearing Lan Feng's sudden scream, his hand was released.

Originally, most of his strength was in his hands, but he lost his pull for a while, and the whole person fell down suddenly. He shouted in shock, and was about to fall off the cliff, when he suddenly stopped with a pause.

The king was in a cold sweat, and he didn't dare to come out, after all, he was blessed with a great life, and his feet were not in the narrow stone cracks, although it hurt to twist his feet, but it was better than falling.

Suddenly, a drop of warm liquid dripped on his face, and there was a fishy smell.

The moon is full in the sky, it is impossible to rain, the surroundings are very quiet, so quiet that you can't even hear the sound of insects, and what's even more strange is that he is hanging upside down on the cliff, Lan Feng has no intention of saving him, and he didn't shout.

"Senior Brother!" An ominous premonition suddenly rose in the king's heart, with his understanding of Lan Feng, Senior Brother is not the kind of person who will not be saved when he sees death, unless, something happened above.

Just as the king was pondering, a drop of viscous liquid dripped on his lips again, and he stretched out his tongue and licked it, suddenly shocked.

The smell of blood!

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you?" the king's body didn't dare to move, so he could only shout loudly.

There was still no movement on it, as if the air was still.

I don't know how long it has been, the king has been drowsy, it's not that he wants to sleep, but the air around him, it's really a little weird.

He tried to open his eyes, but he was too tired, and the fatigue of the previous journey made him fall into a deep sleep.

Drops of warm blood slowly dripped down and slowly coagulated, and he didn't feel it anymore, even if someone punched him now, he wouldn't know about it.

The full moon of Cangshan is beautiful, the summer wind is sultry, and here, in a certain place of this cliff, there are snowflakes floating slightly, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, and in an instant, the surrounding scenery is covered by thick snow.

It's probably snowing in June.

A woman with a light body, floating quietly in the air, her eyes like electricity.

She was wearing a light purple robe, staring blankly at Lan Feng, who was lying on the ground with a hand outstretched, and smiled softly.

"Senior brother, grandpa said that as long as you handle this matter well, you can go back with us, so that I can see you every day. I'm really happy to think about it. (To be continued.) )