"Senior, I will definitely come out. Before I come out, I have to trouble you to help take care of my relatives!" Han Yu stared at the old blacksmith.
"As long as they are willing, they can be in my weapon shop at any time." The old blacksmith smiled. At this time, he looked like a master, like a very ordinary, very kind little old man.
Han Yu was grateful and said goodbye to the old blacksmith.
He handed over all the Qiankun bags he took to Xiaojiao, and handed Xiaojiao and the girl to the old blacksmith.
"Dead pig head, be careful!"
"Brother, I'll wait for you to come back!"
"Hooho..."
The voices of everyone's exhortations and blessings gradually dissipated in Han Yu's ears, and his world became extremely quiet, only the sound of his footsteps and heartbeat sounded.
Soon, Han Yu was only more than 700 feet away from Wuya Mountain, and he came here before.
His pace is still vigorous.
The old blacksmith's eyes were burning, and he was slightly relieved.
The masters of the Ye family, Leiyin Holy Land and other forces all had strange expressions on their faces. The masters of Wuhuang Jiuzhong had already started to stumble at this position before, and Han Yu still had no effect. It could be seen how much help the little beast fangs had to Han Yu.
Han Yu is getting farther and farther from everyone, and getting closer and closer to Wuya Mountain.
Not long after, Han Yu came to the place where the elder Taishang of Tianshu Holy Land fell. This old man was the closest person to Wuya Mountain.
Everyone looked at Han Yu's standing figure and exclaimed. Now everyone is almost certain that Han Yu will be able to climb Wuya Mountain.
In the end, Han Yu really climbed the cliff-free mountain.
On a cliff-free mountain, the soil and rocks are all black, most of the land is exposed, and only a small part of the mountain has plants growing on it. Each of the old plants, the rhizomes are like horned dragons, exudes the atmosphere of ancient vicissitudes, and I don't know how many years they have lived.
Han Yu climbed up the outermost mountain. No matter whether it was a dense forest, a lake, or a cliff, nothing could stop him. When the moon rose, Han Yu climbed to the top of the mountain.
Han Yu stood on the top of the mountain, like an ant standing on the head of an elephant, but the old blacksmith, Long Xiu, Feng Kunxiang and other masters could still see Han Yu.
It was the old blacksmith, his blood was boiling at this time, and his eyes were burning. Han Yu successfully entered Wuya Mountain, which can be said to help him fulfill a wish.
Everyone wanted to know what was in Wuya Mountain, but Han Yu couldn't hear their shouts, and they couldn't hear Han Yu's voice either.
Han Yu stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the inside of the cliff-free mountain, and was in a daze for a while.
From the outside, Wuyashan is nine majestic black mountains, but what Han Yu sees at this time is an endless mountain range, which seems to be directly connected to the sky.
Han Yu's brows furrowed slightly. The area of Wuya Mountain is so wide that it is not easy to find the Jade Jing Buddha Lotus. The most important thing is that here his cultivation base is suppressed to zero and he cannot fly.
"I wonder if the white dragon can be summoned here, and can it fly?"
Han Yu thought about it, and the white dragon rushed out of his dantian, came out of the body, and was able to fly.
Han Yu was overjoyed, as expected of a white dragon born with air skills, he could still fly here. He jumped up, jumped on the white dragon, and the white dragon quietly flew to the north.
Although the white dragon can fly, its speed is greatly limited here.
Han Yu let the white dragon fly close to the mountain, where he couldn't use his soul power, he could only see it with his eyes.
Inside the cliff-free mountain, it was as silent as death, with no animals, no insects, no wind, and even the old plants seemed dead. The bright moon in the sky, I do not know when it becomes pale.
Even though Han Yu had small animal teeth to protect his body and resisted the erosion of the secret force, he still felt the pressure, and his back was inexplicably cold.
"The old madman has been in for more than a month, and he doesn't know where he went."
The cliff-free mountain is very large. Han Yu has climbed over seven or eight mountains, but there are still no mountains in front of him.
"Shhhhh..."
When Han Yu was passing through a mountain col, there was a sudden burst of sounds of breaking through the air, and he saw the roots of an old tree suddenly rising out of thin air, surrounding him.
"Have you become an essence?" Han Yu was taken aback and hurriedly let the white dragon leave.
The root growth rate of the old tree was not slower than that of the white dragon, and soon a root as thick as an arm touched Han Yu's front.
"Bang!"
Han Yu bombarded it with a punch, and the root of the tree was bounced off, but it was not destroyed. Han Yu's fist still had a slight pain.
"It's so hard!" Han Yu's color changed slightly. With one punch, he could shatter a normal low-level emperor's soldier, but he didn't break a single branch.
This made Han Yu alert, and he must not be surrounded by roots, otherwise Han Yu would not be able to rush out at all.
Another tree root quickly stretched out, and Han Yu used both hands and feet to prevent him from getting close. After a chaotic fight, the white dragon flew out six or seven miles away, and the root system slowly shrank back.
There were many holes in Han Yu's clothes, and the skin was scratched in several places.
This is also Han Yu's physical body. If he were an ordinary person, even if there were small animal fangs to resist the secret force, he would still die if he entered. And Han Yu also relies on the white dragon to be able to fly, otherwise if he is surrounded by tree roots, he can only wait to die.
Just the attack of the tree root just now, the masters of Wuhuang Jiuzhong encountered, absolutely could not resist.
Han Yu became cautious, and let the white dragon fly higher.
Not long after, Han Yu was attacked again. This is an incomparably huge welcoming pine tree, as majestic as a hill, and its branches are like the tentacles of an octopus, launching a terrifying attack on Han Yu.
This welcoming pine tree is much stronger than the ancient tree just now. Han Yu bumped against a branch, his finger was broken, and he grinned in pain.
Fortunately, the white dragon was nimble and rushed out of the welcome pines' attack, allowing Han Yu to escape.
Han Yu finally realized the terror of Wuya Mountain. Even if he is a saint, there is no secret treasure to block the secret power, and he will be eroded by the secret power at any time. If he encounters a terrifying monster like Yingke Song, once he is trapped, it is difficult to escape.
Han Yu let the white dragon fly high, and never dared to get too close to the ground. Of those plants on the ground, who knows which one will attack suddenly. Once they are cut off and escape, only one person will die.
Time passed quietly, and it was a few days in the blink of an eye. Even if the white dragon flew high enough, Han Yu was still attacked many times by inexplicable attacks.
The big tree that suddenly rose from the ground, the boulder soaring into the sky, the yellow sand that covered the sky... Three times, Han Yu almost lost his fate, and in the end, he avoided it dangerously and dangerously, and was seriously injured.
On the seventh day, Han Yu encountered great danger.