In the Jiaosu Cave Mansion, there are many people who are trapped, some people fail to hold on and lose their lives, and some people are already hovering on the verge of death, and if they are not careful, they will fall.

But at this moment, a violent aura fluctuation suddenly rippled in the cave, like an angry shark attacking a whale, setting off a stormy wave and shaking a hazy smoke and dust.

There is an old man, with a wave of his sleeves, blowing away the dust in front of him, his arm is still bleeding, but his face is stunned, and he suddenly laughs and says: "The old man will not die!"

There was a woman, her chest was like a tidal wave, the fear in her eyes had not yet receded, she let out a long breath, and the long sword in her hand was full of scars, and she didn't know what kind of battle she had experienced.

"If you don't die in a great disaster, you will have a blessing!" In the smoke and dust, there are people who can't see their faces clearly, looking up to the sky and laughing.

Words like this have endured for a long time, and more people are vigilant on their faces, not making a sound, and their eyes are looking around.

The noise stopped suddenly, and everyone seemed to have a tacit understanding in vain, silent, and did not make any moves. After dozens of breaths, the smoke and dust cleared.

I saw a blood-stained figure, walking towards the road step by step.

Even if someone notices that this person who doesn't seem to have a strong breath, what he holds in his hand is actually a horned soldier!

The horned soldiers have changed hands several times, but they have all fallen into the hands of characters with heads and faces, even if they are not a domain, they have all heard of each other.

But who is this person in front of you?

Behind the ruins, a slender figure suddenly appeared, if you look at the back, there is still a little slender, but it is a man.

This person is surrounded by peach blossoms, even though he has been deeply involved in the killing array, there is not much embarrassment on his body, as if he is at ease.

With a flick of his fingers, he shot out three peach blossoms, which made a few whistling noises in the air, as if piercing the air and making people's eyes dark.

But this peach blossom shot out less than a few feet, an old man came out of nowhere, gray-headed, with monstrous hatred on his face, and the long sword in his hand was twisted, and the three peach blossoms were easily broken.

I only heard him roar: "Evil animal, the old man will definitely cut you under the sword today and bury me for my apprentice!"

"Old thing, it's really noisy! Tao doesn't have this spare time to spend time with you!"

After that, he got up and wanted to leave, but he was entangled by the old man. The two of them are similar in cultivation, if one of them insists on blocking it, I am afraid that there will be only one battle.

It's just a matter of moments, and in the blink of an eye, Leng Xiao has already entered and exited the corridor and disappeared.

Immediately, dozens of self-confident cultivators quickly chased after them, their eyes full of deep meaning, obviously thinking about the horned soldiers.

There were also many seriously injured people who gave up the pursuit of the diagonal soldiers. The formation was broken, and the corpse of the dead person was revealed, and the spiritual mist was everywhere, and it only took one move to raise his hand, and it didn't take any effort at all.

There are still 3,000 surviving people, and the scene is still lively, and those who have grievances against each other are fighting bloodily. Those who have no grievances against each other also have grievances because of this spiritual mist.

These 3,000 people, even if they don't have a killing array, they don't know how many bones they will leave behind.

It's just that no one paid attention to it, and after the blood swayed at will, after it landed, it slowly seeped into the ground, reflecting the hideous faces of others, and soon dried up into a black mark.

The matter here has nothing to do with Leng Xiao.

Leng Xiao walked out of the corridor in a few steps and landed on the ground. He didn't stop for a moment, and ran in one direction at will.

The corners of his mouth are still overflowing with blood, and it is all because of a belief that he has persevered so far.

He avoided the location of the Seven Residences, the Demon Spirit Realm is so big, and the location of the Seven Residences is just the bones of the human body, which is roughly only a line. And those small stars, who will take a second look?

A blue light flashed above the horned soldiers, and a large crater was easily blasted into the ground. Leng Xiao stepped into it and buried himself in it.

And around, towering trees, weeds and shrubs, this demon spirit territory, everywhere is such a scene, like an unremarkable cloud in the sky, even if someone has taken it to the bottom of their eyes, they will not take it to heart.

After the cold light, dozens of figures swept out of the corner, and the cold wind rolled up the blades of grass on the ground, stumbling like butterflies with folded wings.

In front of him, there was no trace of Leng Xiao.

Someone frowned slightly, sensed the faint remaining trace of aura fluctuations in the air, and swept away. Someone looked up and walked towards Kang Su. There are also people who immediately return to the cave mansion and want to go to fight for the spiritual mist.

The strength of oneself is the root above everything, and external objects are just an uncertain factor after all.

Leng Xiao buried himself, holding his breath and concentrating, he couldn't restrain the demonic energy, nor could he take the initiative to disperse the demonic energy, fortunately, at this time, the demonic energy was not strong, and when it reached the edge of dissipation, it was buried deep underground, and it was all covered.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the blood seemed to be mixed with some small things, whether it was the residue of his stomach or the crumbs of internal organs.

When he swallowed the spiritual mist into his stomach in one gulp, he felt as if his body was about to explode, like an outlaw with no way out, making a last stand.

He is not a gambler, because gamblers care about the outcome, laughing at wins and losing, or rampant, or ridiculing. And he, from the moment he held the sword, did not care about victory or defeat.

The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, his face soothed, and the color of pain was reduced a little. If you find a relatively comfortable position, you will suffer less pain.

If he could completely refine that spiritual mist, maybe he would be able to step into the realm of the Void Baby. How can the cultivation of a real infant monk be ordinary in his life?

It's a pity that it's all wasted. However, what is the pity? A cloud of spiritual mist exchanged for his life.

Blood dripped down the corners of his mouth and seeped into the dirt. There was darkness in front of him, and Leng Xiao slowly closed his eyes.

The shallow smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose, and it was all sealed in the ground by this loess.

He didn't know how many feet he swung his sword to, but it was extremely deep. He held his breath and maximized his perception, as if a faint rumbling sound sounded in his ears.

This voice, which came from nowhere, fell in his ears like a mosquito flapping its wings, not as good as the sound of his heartbeat.

In the darkness, his eyes suddenly opened a gap, and he whispered, "Heartbeat." ”

This rumbling sound, like a heartbeat, is far away, but it is powerful and powerful.

He raised his sword and coughed twice. The air underground was getting thinner and thinner, and he was much more comfortable with his aura. However, the injuries in the body are not so easy to recover.

Walking the rivers and lakes, he has a lot of connections with the Lingque Valley, and he should have countless elixirs with him. The elixir refined by the Spirit Bird Valley has excellent medicinal effects, and if there are people who know it, they will easily recognize it.

Even he, with only a rough understanding of pharmacology, can make a difference. And all the factors that might expose him, he had to exclude.

Although this move made him more like a lonely wanderer, it also made him useless when he was injured.

He shook his head slightly, when he was in the demon domain, he had a lot of money in his waist, but he forgot to prepare some pills.

There was a man in the east walking briskly, injured, blood-stained sideburns, lips and teeth slightly open, and he was gasping for breath.

As he walked, he looked back from time to time, and when he saw that no one was chasing him, he was a little settled in his heart, but he didn't want to get involved in this dispute anymore It is better to find a quiet place and concentrate on cultivation.

His footsteps landed on the ground, but his feet were so soft that the soles of his feet sank in, and nearly half of his calves were gone.

The man hurriedly raised his feet, but the ground suddenly sunken down, and immediately his front was dark, and the sunlight was blocked.

Looking up, there was a man in disarray. This man was covered in blood, his clothes were broken, and he was covered in mud and unkempt, but his breath was not weak.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" the man exclaimed, realizing at once that the man in front of him had broken through the ground.

Leng Xiao's face was flat, without a trace of expression, he just said: "Your Excellency doesn't have to worry, I just want to ask for a few pills." ”

When the man heard this, his eyes slowly drooped, and he swept over Leng Xiao's face, and took out a bottle of pill from his arms.

Seeing that Leng Xiao was already a hundred zhang away, a voice echoed in his ears: "Thank you." ”

When the man saw this, his heart sank. There was a little change in his eyes. Leng Xiao's current state is obviously not optimistic, otherwise he would not have fallen into lurking here, just to beg for medicine.

He thought about it for a long time, but he waited until he couldn't even see Leng Xiao's back, and then slowly shook his head and left, but he still didn't make a move.

Leng Xiao found a secluded place and poured out the elixir, a total of seven. He picked up an elixir, scraped off a layer of powder, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently, swallowed one, and put away the rest of the pill.

The elixir melted in his mouth, like a roar of elixir, and before it slipped into his abdomen, it was already flooded with heat, flowing through his limbs and hundreds of remains.

He gasped for a few moments, but instead spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood was jet black, with a touch of fishiness. At this point, he recovered a little.

The sky is clear, and the seven nights of the dragon above the canopy are still clear. He returned to his previous hiding place, digging through the crumbling dirt and digging deep into the ground.

He pressed his ear to the cold earth, carefully catching the sound of his heartbeat. It took a long time for him to open his eyes, return to the ground and look up, where the heartbeat came from, vaguely in the direction of Qisu.

And what the house represents is the front chest and front paws.

Half a month later, he rushed to the place where he was staying. I didn't meet a few people along the way, so I avoided it.

Under the starlight, there was another identical stone door, and with some doubt in his eyes, he stood on the edge of the stone gate, looking at the deep black hole.

"Dragon Tomb, does it refer to the area covered by the Seven Nights of the Canglong Dragon, or does it refer to the entire Demon Spirit Realm?"

Standing under the light of the stars, there was a rumbling sound echoing in his ears, as if leaning over the chest of someone else to listen to the heartbeat, heavy and powerful.

The fate of entering the corner is still hanging by a thread, and I don't know how it will end if I enter this night. In fact, he didn't want to be in danger in his heart, but the heartbeat in this sleep became stronger and stronger, like thunder, and he also had a hint of foreboding in his heart.

He didn't move for a long time, and the rumbling sound seemed to urge him, and as soon as he lifted his foot, he would be swallowed by the black hole in front of him.

Before he could enter, the stone door suddenly made a dull "click" sound, and then slowly closed.

Leng Xiao hurriedly took a few steps back, it was only a few breaths, and the stone door was completely closed, leaving no gaps. At this moment, even if he wanted to enter, he had no chance.

Previously, when he was in the village, he had come from outside the spirit and passed through this house. At that time, there were tens of thousands of people fighting outside the house, and some people were constantly breaking into the stone gate, but at this moment, it was so deserted.

Above the stone gate, the blood line suddenly moved slowly and criss-crossed. Leng Xiao looked at it, only to feel a little familiar for no reason.

Looking up, the genius realized that this change in blood line was as good as the astrological phenomenon of the Night!

When he raised his head, the light suddenly shone brightly, and it suddenly turned into a meteor and fell.

His ears twitched slightly, and he already noticed that there was a lot of breath flashing between the trees in the distance, and it was obvious that someone had noticed the change in Disu and rushed over.

And at this moment, the stars of the Pleiades fell, and it must not be long before a crowd of people will flood this place.

Leng Xiao's eyes always fell on the meteor, unwilling to miss a trace of change, but his body turned into an afterimage and disappeared into the distant forest.

He stood alone in front of the stone gate, which was too conspicuous.

The stars were all hidden above the stone gate, and the blood line on the stone gate instantly turned into a bright blue color, like a dreamy water wave flowing slowly, exuding a light luster.

In addition to the star, Leng Xiao suddenly looked away, but a figure suddenly fell from the clearing, walking towards the stone gate as if no one was around, as if he wanted to observe it closely.

This person was dressed in gray, his face could not be seen clearly, he seemed to be quite old, tall and thin. These characteristics are commonplace.

The reason why he was able to attract Leng Xiao's attention was because of the feather fan he held in his hand.

This feather fan burns like a flame, emitting a golden, red, and cyan luster, with gold as the core, red as the flesh, and cyan as the halo.

"I don't know which Lingbao it was taken from. ”

This person holds the treasure of the stars, and does not disguise it, as if he is beckoning to others, hoping that others will come and fight for it.

And at this time, someone did follow his wishes.

I saw a black shadow suddenly drill out of the forest, and the speed was so fast that even if Leng Xiao tried his best to look at it, he couldn't see it clearly.

Seeing this, the gray-clothed man turned around, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, but with a wave of the feather fan, a three-color whirlwind suddenly roared above the feather fan, knocking down the black shadow in an instant.

Only then did Leng Xiao see clearly that the black shadow was originally a crow.

The crow roared, and its body grew in the wind, but it was the size of a bird, as if it was about to spread its wings.

The man in gray suddenly opened his arms, as if to greet something. Dressed in gray with big sleeves, a black mist flew out of his sleeve.

As soon as the crow was touched by the black mist, it immediately screamed, and in just a few breaths, it had already turned into a pool of thick water.

And above the thick water, there were insects the size of dust swimming, and the number was too large to count, which made the scalp tingle.

And what the crow had just revealed, it was clear that it was enough to have a real infant cultivation, and it was so easy to die. If Xie Yunlei is here, I'm afraid it will also end up.

"Monk of the Western Regions, Gu cultivator. ”