The endless abyss, the unknown land, the ups and downs of red clothes, unconsciously, more than a month has passed.
It is a strange and eerie place, where the eyes are full of corpses. Occasionally birds fall, and they can no longer spread their wings. They can only wait for death to come.
Not far away, white fog filled the air, blood was flowing, the demon respected the creation, and was also unconscious.
Mo Qingbai's sudden palm destroyed most of the demon's heart, and reluctantly relied on the last remaining strength to perform a different technique and returned to the place where he was transformed.
Nine days above, the cold moon shines brightly, Bai Jiao woke up first, barely stood up, and was about to step forward when suddenly, his feet staggered and he vomited out another mouthful of blood.
The white fog gradually dissipated, revealing a pair of star-like eyes, Bai Jiao waved his hand, and in the distance, a hat next to the deceased flew over and carried it on his head, the black gauze that fell to cover his eyes and face.
The next moment, the white fog dissipated, revealing the blue and white robes, and the supreme being of the demon who took shape was also like a phoenix. He hated greedy human beings extremely, and did not want anyone to see his face.
In front, the red clothes were ups and downs, pulled by an inexplicable force, and never fell.
Bai Jiao stepped forward and raised his hand to collect the origin of the demon clan.
The crisis is approaching, the sword will protect the body, stab and cut a strand of clothes.
"kindness?"
Bai Jiao let out a light hum in his mouth, and gathered the few remaining True Essence in his palm, trying to forcibly break through the sword intent of the former's body-protecting body.
At this moment, Hong Yi opened his eyes, and a dazzling sword light swept across, shaking the Demon Lord's palm.
With a loud shock, the two retreated together, Bai Jiao staggered and vomited again.
The eyes that looked at each other were equally ruthless, one was by nature, and the other had experienced thousands of things. At this moment, they were on guard against each other and did not dare to be careless.
"What is this place?" Ning Chen frowned slightly as he felt that his true essence was almost lost, and said.
"The burial stream" Bai Jiao said hoarsely.
"You want to kill me?" Ning Chen's expression regained his calm and said.
"I can only go out after repairing the wounded body," Bai Jiao replied without concealing his killing intent.
"Unfortunately, you don't have this ability now"
After finishing speaking, Ning Chen turned around and walked towards the depths of the burial stream. His cultivation base was suppressed, and this Demon Venerable would definitely not be much better. Otherwise, he would not be alive now.
Now, finding a way out as soon as possible is the most important thing.
Bai Jiao quietly followed behind, waiting for the former to be careless, preparing to capture Fengyuan again.
Ning Chen ignored it, although the Demon Lord couldn't help him, but it was also very difficult for him to kill this Demon Lord.
The high moon shone down on the ground, and the lifeless canyons were full of bones.
After walking for a long time, Ning Chen had to stop temporarily, and sighed in his heart, this time, it was really troublesome.
This is indeed a Jedi with no way out. There are cliffs on both sides, and it is more than ten thousand feet high. It is as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Two choices, the first one, donate part of Fengyuan to help Yaozun repair his injury, and pray that Yaozun won't kill him, and he is willing to take him out.
The second choice is to climb up, and then pray to the sky, don't have any accident and fall down halfway.
However, neither of the two options seems to be reliable, and no matter which one is chosen, it will only die faster.
The cold wind blew through, and the coldness was overwhelming. Ning Chen felt a chill all over his body. After losing his cultivation, he clearly felt the cold weather again.
Not far away, Bai Jiao, who had lost most of his power, was also unhappy. Although snakes liked the cold, they also had limitations. The night in this valley was indeed too cold.
"呲呲"
The sound of drilling wood rubbing sounded, and gradually, wisps of smoke emerged from the dead wood, and a little spark was splashed out.
"It doesn't hurt to learn more"
Ning Chen sighed, placed the found withered grass on the wooden hole with sparks, and blew it little by little. From time to time, he was choked and coughed a few times, quite embarrassed.
Not far away, Bai Jiao was stunned, watching the former raise the fire, surprised.
In front of the fire, Ning Chen sat quietly, warming up and thinking about how to get out.
He could feel that the strength of his body was losing every moment. It is estimated that in a few days, there will be nothing left. It would be extremely unlucky to fall into this ghost place.
Bai Jiao stepped forward, without saying a word, and immediately shot, with a completely different power from before, at this moment, for Ning Chen, whose strength was suppressed, it was also a lot of pressure.
Ning Chen stood up, pointed at the condensed sword, and shook the power of the demon's palm. After a loud noise, he took a few steps back.
Bai Jiao vomited red, and Ning Chen was also unwell, his blood was surging, and his chest was abnormally tight.
After a palm, Bai Jiao stood by the fire, but he didn't shoot anymore.
Ning Chen frowned. He was puzzled at first, but after a while, he understood and weighed the pros and cons. He had to swallow this dumb loss temporarily, and when he walked far away, a fire started again.
A supreme being among demons, a sword on the peak, at this moment, it is actually for a fire, which is really absurd.
On the first night, the two were speechless and passed away peacefully.
Ning Chen was vigilant, and Bai Jiao was equally cautious. When he was resting, he almost opened one eye and closed the other. Whenever there was trouble, he immediately woke up.
The next day, Ning Chen reluctantly summoned the Sword of Hell King from Feng Ying, thinking about whether to take the opportunity to kill this demon venerable, but after thinking for a while, he had to give up the idea.
Their strength is not much different now. Even if he can kill him, he is estimated to be seriously injured. If he is injured again at this time, it is no different from courting death.
When Bai Jiao saw the former take out his sword, he subconsciously moved further away, and his eyes became more cautious.
Humans are all insidious and cunning, and we must be careful.
"Boom"
In the middle of the day, suddenly, the sky was cloudy, and it was too late to react. The pouring rain fell, dousing the fire left by the two, and the two former peak powerhouses were also poured into chickens.
"I…"
Her heart was as firm as Ning Chen, and she couldn't help but utter foul language at this moment. The house leaked during the night rain, and she froze to death before she could find a way to get out.
Bai Jiao didn't have much to do, just staring at the cunning human being in front of him.
Ning Chen ignored the idiots in the distance, and hurriedly found some dead branches and leaves that fell from the cliff, tied them with dead vines, and built a simple shelter from the rain.
Seeing this, Bai Jiao immediately stepped forward, without saying a word, and wanted to fight again.
Ning Chen was furious, picked up his sword, and went up to meet him.
Facts have proved that the thin dead camel is bigger than a horse, and the supreme being who has little power left is also a little stronger than someone. Someone was beaten away and fell into the rain outside.
Bai Jiao sat on the stone in the rain shelter, watching the cunning humans fall into the rain, and his mood was much better.
On the day of the burial, the woman's face changed as soon as she said it. After a quarter of an hour, the sky over the gully became rainy and sunny again, and the scorching sun was shining, which made people speechless.
Bai Jiao walked out of the rain shelter and drew a circle to declare sovereignty.
Ning Chen gave him a middle finger, turned his head and left.
He could see that this demon master did not understand the world at all, let alone any sense of shame. He did everything based on his demonic nature and instinct. When he saw something good, he would grab it, and he was simply a robber.
As the saying goes, the robber is not scary, but he is afraid that the robber is uneducated and unreasonable. What's more scary is that he can't beat him now.
On the second night, the dead branches and leaves were soaked by the rain and could not make a fire. The two strong men on the top stared at them and froze all night.
On the third day, the power loss of the two was more serious, but the order of strength remained unchanged.
At night, Ning Chen made a fire, and then was beaten away.
On the fourth day, it started to rain again in the stream, and the shelter was blown over, and both of them became scumbags.
Fortunately, a wild wolf fell off the cliff, and it was smashed, and was picked up by someone.
Although Xiantian Fengshen will not starve to death, he will always warm up after eating something, and then he will have the strength to fight a certain monster and think about how to get out.
Facts have proved that when the fire rises again, a certain monster will come and grab it as usual.
"slow down"
Ning Chen directly took out a stone trough of water from the back, and threatened, "If you come again, I will put out the fire."
Facing the threat of cunning human beings, Bai Jiao obviously hesitated, and after standing for a long time, he never made up his mind.
That night, Ning Chen happily enjoyed the warmth of the bonfire, and took some wolf meat to eat, feeling extremely good.
After the sun rose on the fifth day, Ning Chen took the fire, put out the bonfire, and secretly hid the wild wolf, and then continued to look for a possible way out.
The north and south sides of the burial stream are all steep cliffs, long and narrow in the east-west direction, with no end in sight.
"Not here"
"Not here either"
After searching for a whole day, Ning Chenyang's neck was sore. However, he still couldn't find a way to get out. The mountain was too steep, and the sky over the mountain stream was changeable. big.
At sunset, Ning Chen went back, ready to raise a fire, eat something, and when he walked to the place where the wolf was hiding, his brows suddenly became furious.
The wolf is gone, and only a few tufts of wolf hair remain.
In the distance, there was a wolf beside Bai Jiao, holding a wooden stick in his hand, imitatingly imitating someone to drill wood to make fire.
It's a pity that no smoke came out even after drilling for a long time.
Ning Chen walked twenty steps away, leaning against the mountain wall, the look of contempt on his face was not concealed at all.
"Robber, Thief"
As the saying goes, a gentleman speaks but does not act, so someone sneered.
Bai Jiao raised his head, his eyes that were blocked by the black veil on his hat flashed with anger, and the anger that could not be ignited almost burst out.
"Can't you light it? You can eat raw." Someone continued to sprinkle salt on the wound.
Bai Jiao couldn't bear it any longer, got up suddenly, and immediately went up to punish the despicable and shameless human beings in front of him.
When Ning Chen saw this, the hero did not suffer any immediate losses, and ran away.
The two chased and fled, after tossing for more than half an hour, they were so tired that they bent down and panted for breath, and almost lost their strength to stand.
"Shang... Let's discuss something," Ning Chen said while breathing heavily.
"What's up"
Bai Jiao reluctantly stood up, took a half step back, and said vigilantly.
"What's your attitude"
Ning Chen felt that his self-esteem was hurt, and said with extreme contempt, "I'm not interested in men, no, I'm not interested in men, you give me half of the wolf, I'll help you make a fire, if you don't agree, just eat Hearing the former's words, Bai Jiao's eyes were angry at first, then flashed a struggle, after a long time, nodded and said solemnly, "Okay"