Although it is early morning, the sky is not very bright. The fog overlaps, the howling wind and the faint fallen leaves add a bit of gloom out of thin air.
After calculating the time, it was close to noon at this time, but the sky was as thick as dusk. The hoarfrost that had condensed in the middle of the night did not dissipate, and the light was dim, spreading among the bushes. The shadows of the trees overlap each other, and the bonfire at night burns out, as if the last light has also been lost.
The distress fireworks were fired out on time, and a few people were looking for them one after another. But after dawn, there was no one more person.
They were originally the youngest disciples, but they were so nervous they still cheered each other up. Nowadays, some people are separated from life and death, their voices and smiles seem to be still in their ears, accompanied by the sound of the wind, stirring the minds of the survivors.
Master Zhishui grabbed the sleeves of his robe and said, "We can't wait any longer. There are still demons in the Jiangchuan Secret Realm who are still committing crimes. They must find the monks who are alone as soon as possible, otherwise they will be in great danger."
"Who is going to look for, you go?" Jinhua Zhenren was very disapproving.
In his opinion, Shishui Zhenren is entirely a woman's thought, regardless of the reality in front of him, but he has to rely on the concept of the Virgin to serve food.
He said: "Now there are many juniors and younger cultivators here. There are only three in the Golden Core Stage. Instead, I have to ask Daoist Zhishui, whether it is important to look for other Daoists who do not know where they live or die, or to protect the current ones. People are important?"
"But the lives of those who are not here are not important!" Zhishui seemed a little excited, "When I was leaving, Master handed over all the juniors to me. How can I covetously let them live or die! "
She received the orthodox avenue and learned compassion for sentient beings. What's more, how can she sit back and ignore her when she led the younger brother and younger sister and was ordered to do so
The real Jinhua was about to oppose, and Mei Lixue said in a gentle and gentle manner: "It is better to listen to me. I would like to find other people with the Zhishui Dao friends, and select a few powerful brothers and sisters to go with you. Jinhua The real person is here to protect everyone, and within three hours, whether we can find someone or not, we will return to the camp on the same route."
Jinhua and Zhishui reluctantly agreed with his proposal. Mei Lixue turned her head and smiled gently and said to Guan Xiaozhao: "Junior Sister Guan and Daoist Mo Chen have killed a demon clan, it is better to join us."
… Although Guan Xiaozhao originally planned to go with Shishui, but when Mei Lixue said this, it always felt like he was on a thief ship.
In the end, the group of Zhishui, Mei Lixue, Jiang Xinbai, Guan Xiaozhao, Mo Chen, and three other mid-foundation monks, and a group of seven, decided to explore the Jiangchuan Secret Realm, looking for other people who were still missing.
The atmosphere in the Jiangchuan Secret Realm seems to have completely changed. It is no longer a small secret realm that is gentle and harmless for the foundation cultivators to play with, but has become a cannibal beast. The woods are gloomy and dim, and the monsters don't know where they are going, only the sound of their footsteps is quiet and dangerous most of the time.
And more than a dozen hours ago, Jiang Chuan Secret Realm was not like this at all. The trees are tall and green, the bushes have various flowers, and the birds and beasts are noisy.
Stop the water and open the way, behind the hall of Mei Li Xue. Everyone is cautious, lest they are about to go wrong.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew across the camphor forest, and the slender branches and leaves made a howling sound, as if a monster roaring, and as if the sky was light and thunderous. Mo Chen couldn't help but look up. The sky was gloomy and misty, and there was no rain or sunshine.
The water stopped instantly.
Guan Xiaozhao also heard—
The small "hissing" sound is mixed in the wind, if it is not for the sensitive and experienced senses, there is no way to notice—
"what!"
The second-to-last monk Zhuji was dumbfounded and let out a thrilling scream. The sound was extremely short, as if he had just turned around in his vocal cords and was choked by his neck!
And the silver-white dyed longevity sword is faster than his scream!
Guan Xiaozhao was like a shadow, only half an inch away from his arm, cutting off the emerald green sword!
When the thing fell to the ground, everyone could see it clearly. It is like a green rope, like a fine emerald. Green with black is indeed highly toxic. Someone exclaimed: "Human face snake!"
The human face snake has a human-shaped face, but it is uglier than the evil spirit.
"This is a monster, it was driven here." Shishui real person gritted his teeth and said: "There must be a demons nearby! Everyone is in a formation!"
The seven people first dispersed and then quickly gathered, forming a tight circle. The fog became thicker and thicker, and the gloomy thick white fog didn't know when it melted into a trace of blackness.
Guan Xiaozhao looked around carefully, but noticed that his limbs were getting lighter and lighter, and his mind became more chaotic—
She wanted to wake up her companion loudly, but she couldn't make a sound!
Is this poison or illusion? !
She bit the tip of her tongue vigorously until the bleeding came and her eyes became clearer.
However, there was no one around him.
"What are you doing here?"
Jiang Xinbai stepped out of the fog, and she frowned her pretty brows: "Are you complaining and blaming me? If I didn't involve you, you would still be the same Guan Xinyu from the beginning."
This was definitely not what Jiang Xinbai said-it was Lord Lan Yue!
Guan Xiaozhao's eyes gradually covered with a white haze, but she did not notice it herself.
She asked Lanyue Jundao: "What the hell is going on? Is it Ning Linghou!" She couldn't cry, but her words were already choked up: "Why did I hide things about Ning Linghou in the first place! If it wasn't because of me— "
"It has nothing to do with Ning Linghou!"
A pale and slender hand pierced Lord Lanyue through his chest from behind, and Lord Lanyue's figure also rippled away like water waves.
Xiao Chengbao supported Guan Xiaozhao, who was immersed in the illusion, as if she was at the mercy of others.
Without hesitation, he held Guan Xiaozhao's back skull with both hands and bit the blood on the tip of his tongue. Gently approached, **** on Guan Xiaozhao's dry eyes.
"Don't be guilty." In his tone, he didn't even notice it softly: "This matter has nothing to do with Ning Linghou, I promise."
In the chaos, Guan Xiaozhao heard someone say in her ear: "I promise."
Who guarantees? What is guaranteed
She shook her dizzy head vigorously and found that the person next to her turned out to be Xiao Chengbao. He clenched the handle of the longevity sword, his voice hoarse and said: "... illusion?"
Xiao Chengbao unceremoniously put a soul-recovering jasper pill into her mouth: "This is also an illusion?"
The pill was sweet and sweet, and even her chaotic head was instantly awake, and she hurriedly stood up: "Why are you here!"
"Come to you." Xiao Chengmo's expression was as cold as ever: "I already know the approximate location of the Lingshijian now, but I can't find the specific location."
"What's the use of looking for me?" Guan Xiaozhao worried about other people in his heart, and he didn't speak in a good mood: "How can I know where the Lingshijian that Daojun Mulu hasn't found is."
She was about to leave, but Xiao Chengmo grabbed her hand, as strong as a chain, as if he could never let her go.
"You are the master of Taishijian and Xingshijian." Xiao Chengbao said: "There is a connection between the three generations sword, as long as you go to that place, you will be aware of it."
Guan Xiaozhao tried to break Xiao Chengmo's finger, but failed. She sneered: "But now the Taishi Sword and Awakening Sword are in your hands, and I only have a fake longevity sword in my hand." Her eyelashes drooped: "Let go."
Guan Xiaozhao thought that what he said was a demand without deterrence, but he didn't expect Xiao Chengbao to really let go of her hand.
"I keep the Taishi Sword and Awakening Sword, but I have never been the owner of them." His tone became lonely: "...you are."
Guan Xiaozhao: "..."
The Moon Jun is always responsible for the emotional offensive, and Xiao Chengbao is responsible for the threat of force. When did these two neuropathies change their division of labor? ? !
Don't change the world too fast! Even if life is like a play, it all depends on acting, please give each other a little sincerity, okay!
After a few moments of silence, Guan Xiaozhao said: "I can go with you. The condition is that you unblock the Jiangchuan Secret Realm and let everyone out."
Xiao Chengbao stared at her, Guan Xiaozhao replied with a firm gaze, not willing to show weakness.
"Fine." He finally said, "Maybe it's a fair deal, although I don't see that they have anything worth saving."
He took Guan Xiaozhao back to the place where the search and rescue team encountered the illusion. Only Zhishui and Mo Chen fell on the ground, and the others were nowhere to be seen.
"It's a prisoner who is good at illusion. I have killed it."
The tone of Xiao Chengmo's speech was still rigid, and he didn't know whether it was because he was like this, or because he used a puppet as his body. Even talking about killing is as simple as plucking a leaf.
Guan Xiaozhao took off the storage bag containing He Qing's body and placed it next to Mo Chen. Now I have to admit that her preconceived impression is wrong, and the boy of the Mo family is really a kind and upright person.
Xiao Chengmo squeezed the tactics, centered on him, the gray mist faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Jiang Chuan's secret realm suddenly regained its vitality.
About a quarter of an hour later, he threw a handful of fireworks into the sky, and the color of the banging explosion was exactly the same as Guan Xiaozhao's previous distress fireworks.
He stretched out his hand to Guan Xiaozhao: "The Nascent Soul cultivators of all sects will soon come in and check it out. Can you follow me now?"
"I promise you, I will keep my word." Guan Xiaozhao held his hand, dry and distinct, as if holding a sword hilt: "Where are you going to take me?"
Xiao Chengmo turned his eyes, his gaze seemed to be cast into an invisible distance.
"... Handan City."