Chapter 337 Little Wangchuan
Fang Geyu, who was unconscious at the time and did not understand the situation, let out a soft chuckle, with a slight mocking look in his eyes: "That's a good thing. In full view of everyone, if you kill Yan Yun, That is killing people out of anger and hatred, which not only brings trouble to yourself, but also to Jiujiu. This is It's a clever move."
Li Jiujiu felt confused and said, "Huh? How many days does Yan Yun have to live?"
Bailian's pace quickened. After a few minutes, the two people behind him quickly followed suit. In the miserable darkness, his voice floated from the front, making people feel chills in their bones.
“There is no estimate of how many days to live. Yan Yun is dead, and just now, I didn’t feel the breath of my essence and blood in her body.”
Li Jiujiu was shocked by these words and said in a daze: "Dead...dead?"
Fang Geyu suddenly realized, and his face became a little ugly: "Then, the other three People are afraid that they are no longer alive.”
Li Jiujiu suddenly felt scared. She said in a trembling voice: “Why did Miao Chen do this? Those three people are dead. Why is it still the same as a living person, I can't feel the slightest difference."< br>
Bailian shook his head: "I have never heard of such a method. No matter what, don't get too close to it. Avoid it if you can."
Out of the woods, the sight in front of you It suddenly became brighter and clearer, and we walked straight along the lower reaches of the swamp. In the night, there was a faint black mist on the swamp mire, and sometimes a faint fishy smell drifted. On both sides of the swamp were undulating high and low hills, with no green plants, and it was very barren. .
The swamp is not a piece of land, but intersects with most of the land. The color of the land is similar to that of the swamp, and there is no obvious boundary.
If you step on the air and fall into it, these dead swamps will be like the mouth of some evil beast, crazily devouring your weight and dragging you into the bottomless rot. In the bone mud cave.
The dangerous place that should have been deserted is now filled with all kinds of tents.
The tents are secured with iron hooks, and the actual area is less than the area of the swamp. However, the number of practitioners arriving and gathering here is extremely large. In desperation, most of the tents, which are intended for rest and meditation, have bottoms with With the support of the flying sword and the spirit, he fell into the mud hole.
On the outside of the tent, monks from all walks of life took turns patrolling, spreading animal-repelling powder and ghost-suppressing runes.
"Who is coming! Tell me your name!" A patrolling monk frowned and blocked their way when he saw Bai Lian and his party.
Bailian and Fang Geyu looked at each other and knew why so many practitioners gathered here.
South of the swamp, there is a crystal clear river, which is extremely wide.
On the bank of the river, there stands a broken river monument. The inscription has long been corroded by the years. There are no fish or shrimps in the trembling river, but it can clearly reflect the stars in the sky and the mountains in the world.
This river is exactly the river that separates the first and second realms of Ghost Mountain, Xiaowangchuan.
After passing through this small river of forgetfulness, you can reach the second realm of Ghost Mountain.
Before Balian could say anything, a tall figure emerged from a tent: "Brother Lin, don't be offended. This is my friend, Si Chen."
Meng Zifei strode over and looked at Li Jiujiu in surprise. , then looked at Balian and said with a smile: "I knew that with Brother Sichen's ability, he would be able to stay safe and sound in the deserted house."
The vigilance in the eyes of the patrolling guard monk was not due to the Meng Zifei's enthusiasm for Bailian dissipated.
On the contrary, when I heard the word "deserted house", I became vigilant and felt a little more subtle hostility. "So you are the one who solved the first question of the big exam." He sneered dryly, looked at Bailian up and down, and saw Fang Ge Yuli Jiujiu beside him, both of them were It is the Kaiyuan realm.
He suddenly became happy and said: "It's a bit interesting. I actually brought two juniors from the Kaiyuan Realm with me. Haha, I really thought that I could solve the test questions by myself if I understood them in advance. If I really have the ability, I would be one step ahead. , how can You Gui Lang survive to this day? "
The practitioner surnamed Lin pointed to the river. A hundred meters away from the river, there was a small black-topped boat, swimming leisurely towards the other bank.
The distance seems to be only a hundred meters, but in this small Wangchuan River, there is a world of difference.
"Did you see it? That is Ghost Lang's boat. He is heading to the second realm. Now no one can cross the river. They are all blocked here. If it weren't for your selfishness and arrogance, tell Ghost as soon as possible. Lang is the subject of this test. With all the capable practitioners in the city joining forces, there is no need to worry about taking down this evil spirit that is endangering the world."
Balian looked at him and said seriously: "Young Ghost Man is a powerful ghost that harms the human world. I don't need to hide this. You know it and I know it, and the world knows it. If you have the intention to eliminate ghosts, why do you need others to remind you? Right there, if you want to go, how can I stop you?"
The monk was speechless for a moment.
Yougui Lang has a reputation for being vicious, cruel, and extremely powerful. If it weren't for a big test, who would bother to provoke Yougui Lang's brows?
Meng Zifei felt embarrassed and said: "Brother Lin..."
The patrolling monk sneered, obviously not giving him much face, and said sarcastically: "I know, You know, Mr. Meng is a very dignified man. The guest monk of Young Master Baili of the Taoist Immortal Alliance, I will naturally give you the face of your friend. There is no owner here, and I, Lin Jue, will naturally not be able to accommodate anyone. It’s just that there are really no extra tents to keep out the cold. ”
Most of the monks staying here come from all walks of life and are all casual cultivators. Ninety percent of the casual cultivators in the world belong to the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance.
The Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance is a force with the largest number of monks among the various immortal sects, but it also has an extremely obvious shortcoming, that is, it is difficult for these monks to work together.
They only surrender to their upper-class monks, and their allies of the same class will appear to be extremely strange and obstructive in their eyes.
Fang Geyu was usually held in high esteem and favored by others, but now he was afraid that he was not recognized, so he could not bear such strange aura.
She snorted coldly and patted the Qiankun bag on her waist. Nine shining unicorns carried the golden jade chariot and swam on the clouds.
Most of the monks in the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance were bitter and relied on the materials distributed by the Immortal Alliance to practice. After hundreds of years of hard work, they finally made it to the Tuohai realm.
But even so, how have they ever seen such a majestic and luxurious fairy creature?
Lin Jue was stunned, and the look in Fang Geyu's eyes changed greatly.
Good guy, even Miss Lan in the Immortal League cannot come up with such a skill.
Fang Geyu glanced at him and sneered disdainfully: "That poor tent is only for low-class people like you to sleep in, but it's really pitiful. There are even broken tents that can't adapt to the swamp. If you don’t come out with one or two, I really don’t know why you are so complacent.”
She pinched her nose and looked disgusted as if she couldn't stand the smell of Lin Jue. She took the lead to step on the carriage, waved to Bailian Li Jiujiu, and said, "Don't you two get too close to him?" , I won’t let you come up with that sour smell.”
(End of this chapter)