The ancient trees are towering, and the trees in the mountains and forests are as thick as a cow's waist. The wind swayed and rattled. The vines on the trunk are entangled, like a woman attached to her lover's arms, and her love is endless. The wind is soft, like a woman's Wu Nong's soft words, telling the strong love between lovers.

The scene of a warm heart and spleen, but was disturbed by a group of uninvited guests, flying sand and stones, and the sound of ghosts crying, disturbing the quiet night among the mountains.

A young man covered in blood, running through the trees like flying, sometimes like a cunning rabbit, sometimes like a tiger, avoiding the pursuit and attack of a group of resentful spirits behind. If Yao Wu is here, she will be surprised, because this is her usual body style, and at this moment, this young man seems to have her three points of skills.

Of course, this young man is Fang Wenyuan, he is physically and mentally exhausted at the moment, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted. Because he never refuses to admit defeat, this is his persistence, and it is also the stubbornness of his bones, even if he is running away at this time, it is only an expedient measure, because smart people will not die by themselves.

With a 'boom', a black spear pierced through the lush branches and leaves of the woods, cut through his face, and nailed to a tree next to him, the body of the spear trembled and was still buzzing, you can imagine how powerful it is, if it is not for dodging in time, I am afraid that the consequences will be unimaginable.

At this moment, Fang Wenyuan's expression was unusually calm, and he didn't seem to be afraid. This look was originally not suitable for his age, but it matched him a little. I touched the pocket on my waist, and there were less than five thorn seeds on my body at this moment. The spiritual power in the body is also almost exhausted, and the Qi of Yimu here has the power of a curse and cannot be absorbed, so there is no way to replenish the spiritual power, and it can only be consumed all the time, but there is no way.

Now, if you want to recover the mana in your body, you can only go outside the Soul Burial Ridge, although you can't cross your knees to recover due to the pursuit of the resentful spirits behind you, but you may be able to separate a trace of energy from the escape and recover a little alone. It's just that he can't go out, because Liu Yuanfeng must still be waiting outside, if he escapes alone, Liu Yuanfeng will definitely ask him about the whereabouts of the poisonous lady. But the poisonous lady has already accepted the curse and died on her own, and there are no bones left, but will Liu Yuanfeng believe it?

At that time, if Liu Yuanfeng kills him to vent his anger, no one will stop him. Or let him come in and look for it again, after all, they are here for the poisonous lady, not for her life, but for something on her. With Fang Wenyuan's intelligence, how could he not think of the cause and effect, so he has been shuttling back and forth in the Soul Burial Ridge now.

For a while, Fang Wenyuan no longer used spells to fight back, but used all his aura on the light body technique in order to gain greater hope of escape. Time passed slowly, and after almost half of the night,

Fang Wenyuan was still shuttling through the woods, waiting for an opportunity to flee for his life. In this matter, he was highly concentrated, and realized the body technique that Yao Wu had used before, in order to be faster. Unconsciously, he has played the body technique copied from Yao Wu more and more smoothly.

The bright moon hangs high, but it is a pity that the woods are wrapped in vines and impermeable to the wind, and only some sporadic moonlight is sprinkled down, which is not real. Only his left eye could see clearly, Fang Wenyuan was bent on fleeing, and he didn't care at the moment.

Suddenly, a flash of light in front of him flashed, attracting Fang Wenyuan's attention, and he thought in his heart: "Could it be an illusion? Or is there something that can reflect the moonlight? ”

He kept running on the branches, and the pace was so peculiar that the seemingly dense branches could not hinder him. Behind the resentful spirits shouted, and from time to time spells were issued, and the ghostly fire in his eyes became more and more intense, as if he was intimidating the "prey" in front of him.

After having a glimmer of hope, Fang Wenyuan felt that his strength was much greater, and the speed of shuttling through the forest became a little faster. After a while, Fang Wenyuan finally found the reflective object just now, but at first glance, it was a broken bronze mirror, with no aura around it, and at first glance, it was a mortal thing, of little use. I can only secretly say that it is a pity.

At this moment, even if it is an axe used by mortals to chop wood, he can be regarded as a help, at least better than the broken mirror. At this point, Fang Wenyuan swept forward with some disappointment.

Fang just stayed for a moment, and almost let the resentful spirits behind him succeed, and he didn't dare to be careless about this matter. With one hand, he took out a seed from his waist, and with the other hand, he picked up a few stones and threw them back, forming a semicircle to besiege the four resentful spirits. These resentful spirits still have a trace of wisdom, thinking that they are thorn seeds, and they dodge one after another, inevitably bumping into other resentful spirits around them. Fang Wenyuan aimed at the opportunity, and shot out the thorn seed that had been prepared in his other hand a long time ago, and bounced in front of the cluster of resentful souls with the most, and the thorns immediately grew, and in an instant, about ten resentful souls were hit by a blow and turned into black gas, Fang Wenyuan helplessly watched as these black gases poured into his left eye.

At this time, there was a slight change in the left eye, and a purple halo appeared, which was fleeting. Fang Wenyuan didn't notice anything about this, he only felt a coolness in his left eye, and he saw things more and more clearly.

Late at night, in the Soul Burial Ridge

At some point, the wind blew again, and a drizzle seeped down from the top of the dense forest. A verdant branch was bent by the raindrops, and then broke off in the middle without warning. The scene in front of him attracted Fang Wenyuan's attention, and when he looked closely, there was a silver thread as thin as a hair at the height of the two big trees. It's just that the figure is moving and invisible.

After thinking about it carefully, Fang Cai could only see with his left eye, so Fang Wenyuan closed his right eye to avoid interference from his left eye. Sure enough, this was very effective, and I saw it again at once.

I also observed the broken branch above the silver wire, and saw that the section of the branch was very flat, thinking that it should have been cut off by the silver wire, and the silver line was very sharp. After thinking about it for a while, Fang Wenyuan had a plan in his heart, so he slowed down his pace a little, and when the resentful spirit caught up, after the distance was right, Fang Wenyuan stepped on the branch and jumped up a few feet.

The resentful spirits also followed one by one, the height was at the same level as him, Fang Wenyuan smiled, and then rushed towards the silver thread in the air, and just as he was about to approach, a strange dodge dodged the silver thread. But the resentful spirits behind were not so lucky, and went straight to the silver line.

What is the effect of a quick knife to split a watermelon? That's definitely a knife in two. The resentful spirits in the rear are like watermelons being split by a quick knife, cleanly, but there are also some survivors. After Wen Yuan's consumption all the way, at this moment, there are less than sixty resentful souls left.

In fact, Fang Wenyuan didn't want to kill them again, because of the weird black qi, he didn't understand what was going on, and he didn't know if it was good or bad, but the spiritual energy in his body was exhausted, and if he didn't want to get rid of them anymore, he would most likely die here, so he simply let it out.

Suddenly, a cold light appeared, and a long sword fell from the sky and came straight towards Fang Wenyuan. Fang Wenyuan felt a strong wind blowing on his face, and immediately sensed that something was wrong, and he was not thinking about anything else. In a hurry, he was still injured by the long sword, leaving a wound about four inches long on his chest, which was shocking, Fang Wenyuan snorted, and felt a little painful.

Watching the long sword leave, and then turning back, after a closer look, I found that there was a thin silver wire tied to the hilt of the long sword.

I didn't care so much, after having this long sword, I had a new support for self-defense, and I jumped up at the time, grabbed the long sword, and the silver thread was also pulled down, and the two branches that tied the thread were immediately broken from the binding thread.

"Good silver thread. Fang Wenyuan's eyes lit up, and he immediately threw the long sword in his hand towards a resentful spirit. The resentful soul immediately dodged to the side, Fang Wenyuan shook the silver thread in his hand, and the long sword on the other end immediately spun, and after a miserable roar, there was one less enemy.

The black qi surged again, entering Fang Wenyuan's eyes, and the purple light flashed again, but it did not subside again, as if it had reached a certain critical point. Fang Wenyuan felt a trance in his spirit, and then a wave of anger and anger surged into his heart, and the situation of being despised by Zhou Ye and being regarded by Liu Yuanfeng as a mustard resurfaced again.

"Ah!!" Fang Wenyuan let out a long roar, his left eye was purple, his right eye was blood-red, his expression was crazy, and he rushed to the middle of the resentful soul desperately. The long sword in his hand slashed horizontally and vertically without any order, but it was extremely powerful, and all the anger in his heart was vented.

Blood was sprinkled, and the screams of resentful souls were endless, Fang Wenyuan held the long sword, tirelessly waving it in the pile of resentful souls, and he didn't care about the injuries on his body, his eyes were full of madness.

"Kill and kill for me" Fang Wenyuan showed a cruel smile on his face, being a killer to his heart's content, and he didn't have the calm appearance just now.

Cultivators say "inner demon", and that is because everyone has a demon in their heart. Usually suppressed by kindness, it will come out and make waves whenever it has the opportunity. Fang Wenyuan became very different from just now, because the demon in his heart had been released and was no longer suppressed.

The world says, "There are two sides to all things, one yin and one yang." It's like the sky to the earth, the day to the night,"

There are two sides to man, good and evil, holy and demonic. The interweaving of good and evil, the integration of saints and demons, is the nature of human beings, which can also be called "the original heart", and the cultivators often ask about the original heart, in order to do whatever they want, to be at ease, to be at ease, to be at ease, but this realm is out of reach.

After about an hour of fighting, all the resentment around him dissipated. These resentful spirits seem to have been done by the poisonous lady, although they will hurt Fang Wenyuan, but they are all skin injuries, there is no fatal injury, and it is precisely because of this that Fang Wenyuan survived, and I don't know what the poisonous lady has in mind.

With his long sword in hand, Fang Wenyuan stood under the tree and gasped for breath. At this time, the resentment in his heart had disappeared, and although he had suffered a lot of injuries, he had a clear mind in his heart, and he was indescribably happy, and he only felt sweating

After a short pause, Fang Wenyuan gradually recovered some strength, and after looking around, he sat down again, and said in his heart: "I don't know if Liu Yuanfeng is still waiting outside, if I go out rashly, will he be caught?"

"No!!, he is dressed very well, and his identity is certainly not ordinary. Since he personally chased the poisonous lady, he will definitely not give up. Forget it, let's stay here for a few days. ”

After almost a night of escaping, the aura in Fang Wenyuan's body had long since dried up. The body has no nourishment of aura, and coupled with the fatigue all the way, it is already exhausting. Stomach, also hungry at this time!

The pie in the sky never happened, but it fell a green fruit and smashed it on Fang Wenyuan's head.

"Huh, what is this?" Fang Wenyuan said in surprise! Because, after running in the forest all night, he did not come across a tree that bore fruit. So what about the fruit in front of you? There is only one possibility, this fruit came from outside the Soul Burial Ridge. The fruit of the tree does not run on its own. That is, there is someone behind him!

After being exhausted, Fang Wenyuan's reaction was no longer sensitive, so there was a person behind him, and it was normal that he didn't notice it.

So Fang Wenyuan was secretly vigilant, afraid that Liu Yuanfeng would chase after him. Then he clenched the long sword in his hand, and then looked back cautiously. It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, after looking at it, Fang Wenyuan almost didn't jump. Because behind him was not a man at all, but a huge black snake with the head of a small house, and I was afraid that he could swallow a buffalo or two with his mouth open.

The snake eyes stared at Fang Wenyuan emotionlessly, and the snake letter confided, hissing, becoming the only sound in this quiet morning.