In the huge pit after the collapse of Luoxialing, an arm suddenly stretched out from a piece of earth and rocks. The arm groped around for a moment, and finally found a support point and pulled it from under the soil. A half-shabby body emerged.
The body shook violently, and countless pieces of dirt were thrown away. Then he put his hands on the ground and pulled out the lower half of his body buried in the soil.
After the whole person emerged from the ground, this person seemed to have exhausted all his strength. After lying on the ground for a while, he slowly got up from the ground, and a stream of black blood spurted out from his mouth with a "Wow" sound. , and then stumbled away in the direction away from Luoxia Ridge.
This person was none other than Yang Junshan, who was previously trapped in an underground cave. When the fire erupted in the cave and the cave collapsed, he used the half-finished weapon at the expense of exhausting his spiritual power. With his magical ability to escape from the earth, he managed to get out of the ground, but he was already seriously injured. If his body wasn't as strong as a monk at the top of the martial arts realm, he probably wouldn't be able to hold on until now.
However, although he escaped from the underground at this time, he knew in his heart that he was not out of danger. Sooner or later, the underground fire magma he saw in the underground cave would burst out, and the place would soon turn into a sea of fire!
Sure enough, just before Yang Junshan arrived, when Yan Qinxi and others were hiding under the hills, there was another violent shake under their feet. With a deafening sound, countless fire pillars rose into the sky, and then the hot dust, Burning rocks and flowing lava fell from the sky.
Yang Junshan, who had almost run out of gas, suddenly received a surge of strength from nowhere. He suddenly jumped more than ten feet away, looking like a running tiger. He kept looking away from Luoxialing, which had turned into a volcanic eruption and magma was flowing.
After gradually escaping from the scope of the volcanic eruption, Yang Junshan did not return to Mengyu County along the road. Instead, he turned east and drilled all the way into Quwu Mountain.
The eruption of the Luoxialing volcano continued, and even became more and more violent. The entire area of more than ten miles in radius was covered by the fire rain, and the raging fire burned the area into a scorched earth.
Yang Junshan's hiding place was not too far away from the area covered by the Luoxialing ground fire. He could even clearly feel the surrounding temperature rising, and the surrounding vegetation gradually began to wither due to the evaporation of water.
The gushing fire lasted for a day and a night, and the large pit where Luoxialing collapsed had overflowed with red magma. When Yang Junshan, who was still pale, came out of hiding, although the gushing fire had stopped, it was still far away. You can still see that the direction of Luoxia Ridge is completely obscured by a red light.
At this time, Yang Junshan has recovered most of his spiritual power, but due to the injuries in his body, he can only use 70% of his strength at most when fighting against others.
Luoxialing has undergone a major change, and those who previously explored the ruins have retreated. However, after the underground fire spurt stabilizes, I believe someone will come to investigate soon. The most urgent thing at this time is to rush back to Xishan Village as soon as possible.
Yang Junshan sucked his mouth and whistled loudly. The whistle was not high-pitched and sharp, but the sound spread very far, and it seemed to be some kind of secret code agreed upon.
After descending the Quwu Mountain with ease, I turned around again and glanced in the direction of Luoxia Ridge from a distance, but suddenly
I found that on both sides of the red light curtain, there were dark clouds rising up to the sky at some point.
This is very strange!
Passing through Huangshan Town all the way, Yang Junshan hurried in the direction of Huangtu Town. When passing by a wilderness, Yang Junshan suddenly felt a warning sign in his heart. He suddenly threw himself forward to the left and felt a front. A sharp chill passed through his right shoulder, and the clothes there instantly fell apart, and a red blood line appeared on his skin.
"Hey!" A voice of surprise suddenly came from an unknown location. Apparently, Yang Junshan avoided the attack immediately and exceeded the surprise of the attacker.
But Yang Junshan immediately recognized the identity of the person who took action, the ghost monk who was elusive in the underground cave!
"You have some skills, kid. A mere evil spirit monk at the third level of the martial arts realm was able to escape my attack twice in a row. Interesting, interesting!"
A monk in black clothes, his whole body covered by a light layer of black mist, suddenly appeared at the edge of a forest ten feet away, with a hint of coldness in his voice!
"Ghost monk!" Yang Junshan stood up from the ground coldly, the Mountain King's Seal in his hand flew up to his head, and the magnetic aura hung down from above, protecting Yang Junshan.
"You actually know my identity, who told you?"
The strange monk's identity was revealed by Yang Junshan. The faint black mist around him suddenly surged, and a ferocious aura rushed towards his face. The magnetic spiritual light hanging down in front of him was oppressed by the invisible force and sunk back three feet.
“If you don’t want others to know, you have to do nothing yourself!”
Yang Junshan had a sneer on his face, but the power of Wutu was desperately running in his body.
"You're stalling for time!"
The figure suddenly disappeared in the black mist. Yang Junshan's expression changed. An earth-shattering tiger roar suddenly came from the woods behind the ghost monk. A faint figure suddenly appeared three feet away from Yang Junshan. A short sword was already stabbing Yang Junshan.
The Snake Kiss Bow instantly appeared in his hand. Yang Junshan shot an arrow as fast as he could. There was a ding sound. The arrow that Ouyang Xulin specially forged for him combined with the Snake Kiss Bow had a power that was no weaker than a mid-grade magic weapon. But it only made the ghost monk's dagger pause for a moment, and then stabbed again.
Yang Junshan tried his best to dodge but still couldn't get rid of the assassination of the ghost monk. The Yuanci aura that could suppress and control the magic weapon was also broken. In desperation, he had no choice but to drop the Shan Junxi body again.
A clear sound came. Although Shan Junxi finally blocked the blow, Yang Junshan was pushed by a huge force and fell several feet. When he stabilized his body, the injuries in his body had been affected, and the corners of his mouth spilled. of blood.
"Tiger monster!" The ghost monk wounded Yang Junshan, but he did not take action immediately. Instead, he dodged away from the woods behind him as if he was frightened, and kept looking at him with a look of uncertainty on his face. The woods and Yangjun Mountain on the other side.