In the midst of lightning, Liu Chou and other demons had already rushed to the outskirts of the entire encirclement. They were about to leave, and suddenly a strong wind blew in the air. Liu Chou turned around and poked the stick out of the corner of his eyes. At the same time, he grabbed Qingmei's hand tightly with the light!

The clang sounded muffled, and the iron-core soldiers and Fei Lai Xia Geng's shield cried heavily. The huge impact force rushed into Liu Chou's body along the iron-core soldiers, shaking him away!

Just as he wishes!

Taking advantage of this momentum, Liu Chou raised his body and rushed out. With the green eyebrows, he not only avoided the sweeping of the bone spear that came soon, but also waved his hand and threw the green eyebrows that he grabbed with his right hand away. After landing, he also rolled forward, got up and started running wildly.

Xia Geng landed on the ground, stirring up a circle of ashes. The collapsed shoulders were slowly raising, just now blocking the abbot of the two little demons. The two little demons retreated in panic in fear, and were immediately entangled by the corpse warriors who were following him, and were immediately encircled.

The two demons began to shout loudly, but Liu Chou dared to save him?

Liu Chou and Qingmei were nearly twenty feet away from Xia Geng, which seemed far away, but it only took a few breaths to break out, and he could not delay at all. He almost gathered all his strength on his legs, and his feet were breeze, and his burden was stretched straight behind him!

Soon, he caught up with Qingmei, dragged her hand and led her to speed, but he was dragged down a little slower.

Xia Geng didn't intend to let go of this little demon who dared to provoke him. In his roar, he bent his knees slightly and exerted force. The ground vibrated, and a circle of cracks spread outwards. He jumped high like a cannonball and landed seven or eight feet away!

Continuously jumping, Xia Geng's speed of catching up was no less than that of Liu Chou Qingmei. Although he had not caught up, the distance could not continue to expand.

If it was Liu Chou himself, it would be no problem to escape, but Qingmei would be a little unfavorable, and the hard work of running around could not last long. However, he was not panicked, but looked into the distance, and then suddenly turned to the southeast with Qingmei.

"Water!"

Liu Chou only said such two words, Qingmei was so smart that he immediately understood what he meant.

After chasing each other for several miles, the two demons quickly arrived near the water pond. This was a huge lake with a radius of hundreds of feet. As soon as the two demons reached the water edge, the water surface began to slowly evaporate, and a faint mist of water spread in the air, and then quickly expanded.

This is the magic technique obtained by Qingmei's cultivation of the Ten Thousand Demons -

Clothing fog!

The Liu Chou Qingmei immediately jumped into the water without saying a word and disappeared immediately.

When Xia Geng arrived, the entire lake surface was covered with fog, covering the sky and the view was no more than five feet. Xia Geng was manic and suddenly kicked a huge rock by the lake away and rushed into the fog from afar.

He kicked his feet one after another, and the stones were like numb. He flew aimlessly into the lake. There was a constant thrust sound, accompanied by Xia Geng's crazy howling roar, which scared the wandering corpse tribes around the lake so that they dodged and fled around.

Liu Chou and Qingmei took this opportunity to swim all the way from the lake to the other side, and headed towards the distance without panic...

After about six hours of traveling slowly, the two demons arrived at the end of the wasteland. The road to the wasteland was over, and next were nearly a hundred miles of Lianmian Mountains, reaching the end of the east.

Time has passed one day and a half.

The Baili Mountains only lasted three or four hours for Liu Chou Qingmei, but after running and running just now, both of them were extremely tired, so they shared the insects collected by Liu Chou, and then took turns to sleep for four hours. Only then did the physical strength and demonic power recover nearly half, and could barely support the subsequent itinerary.

But even they never thought that the last Baili Mountains would be for nothing. Not only did they have no corpse tribe, but the beasts they encountered were very weak, allowing them to arrive without any danger. While the other little monsters were still searching for traces, they had already arrived at the highest mountain. They looked up and saw several cloud boats parked at the waist of half the peak.

The mountain peaks are like spears, standing straight. The height of the cloud boat is nearly 300 feet, with no road or path. If you want to board the boat, you can only climb along the stone wall to resist the manic mountain wind to reach the other end. This may be a problem for these huge monsters. But if it is replaced by a little monster who can fly or a monster who is good at climbing, it is also common.

So, after two days and four hours, Liu Chou and Qingmei climbed to the top of the peak with 43 and 44 respectively, stepped into the Yunzhou, and received the rewarded wound medicine. As for the top thirty, they were all the little demons who could fly, and Yuan Qin was among them.

However, almost all the little demons did the same after arriving in Yunzhou, which was to eat and then fall into a deep sleep!

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The intersection of Xiniu Hezhou and Nanzhan Continent is full of passes and cities of all sizes. Even if the war is extinguished, this area is still full of the smell of iron horses and golden swords, almost exactly the same as the kings in the old War of the Gods. During the hundreds of years of war, people and monsters repeatedly entangled, and every inch of land was soaked in blood, and then dried up, deeply imprinting death and inseparable.

The huge Yangguan stands tall under the setting sun, quiet and everlasting, full of the breath of time. Although there has been no war for several years, nearly 50,000 troops are still stationed, and it is also the garrison for General Huang to control the White Horse Army. It has built a steel defense line for the entire western border of the Great Zhou with the tiger bench, eagle, flying bear, leaver, and 300,000 people from the north.

A hundred miles away from this thick and huge city, there is an abandoned pass in an unknown valley. Unlike other places bathing in the sunset, it is covered with smog all day long. Even if it is noon, the sun still cannot be shining through the thick clouds, making it like a permanent night, humid, cold and sunless.

The pass has been abandoned for many years, vast and desolate, and its bones have been eaten up by wild dogs. The broken mechanical beasts and armored weapons have lie down on the ground, covered with thick rust and moss. Whenever the wind blows, many will disintegrate with the wind and turn into countless fine pieces, and will be taken away by the wind.

Even the word "White Tiger" is almost invisible.

Now, even the wild dogs are gone here, and the insects are roaring and frogs are extinguished. A rich dead aura is shrouded in the shut. No movement of wild beasts and insects is visible, and silence is also lonely.

A shrill scream suddenly sounded, tearing through the silence between heaven and earth and the loneliness.

There is an ancient temple in the middle of the pass. There is a high niche in the view. It used to be the fragrance pavilion that housed the fallen soldiers. The high niche covers an area of ​​several meters, which is the entire ancient temple. However, it has now collapsed nearly half of the niche door, half broken and half-turned, and cannot be covered. The heavy leaves on the steps are accumulated ashes, and the traces of knife and axe can still be seen in the moss on the niche. The huge bedding furnace outside the niche was chopped and chopped two sections, giving this kind of sensation a little more resentful.

The things that were once preserved in the niche, but after decades of turmoil, only the debris and dust were left. The incense table collapsed, the curtains were torn off, the candlesticks and incense burners were all decayed. The candle pits on the stone wall were mottled, and beads were hanging along the walls, pulling out long black shadows in the indifferent halo reflected through the cracks of the door.

However, a faint light shot out from the door of the spiral staircase next to it. When you climb down the steps, you can see a man sitting on the ground in the niche room, covering his face with shadows, and his appearance is hard to identify. You can only recognize from your clothes that he is a Hu monk. He is also old and has a very beautiful robe, but it is wrinkled, and even there are still spots of blood left.

In his hand, a thick and long demon-subduing pestle extended obliquely, and its sharp tip was brown, and it was hideous in the halo.

He sat motionlessly on the ground, putting a thick white bone in front of him, putting together a personal shape, and surrounding the white bones were dozens of bags as big as melons. Some had accumulated dust for a long time, while others could still see blood stains from the lower end, regardless of shape or size, which was exactly the same as a human head.

The elderly monk sat upright like this. After a few hours, he finally moved. He gently took a part of his spine into his hand, stroked it gently, and stroked the handwriting carved by a knife on the bone, trembling and tearing!

In the vague tears, he seemed to see his daughter crying and pain when she was insulted. The brigade lieutenant's face was full of flesh and blood, and even seemed to see him killing his daughter, holding a sharp blade and laughing, and engraving these four words with a knife!

"Okay! OK! OK! You don't want to marry me, so I want to marry you. Not only will I marry your daughter, but I also want her to be my wife. I will give this name to her. I will be my wife regardless of life or death, hahaha..."

For this reason, he did not hesitate to be a part of Hu, and endured humiliation for decades. Finally, he found out the enemies one by one, cut off his head, and offered it to his daughter to comfort the mourning spirit!

His shoulders began to shake, faster and more violently, like crying sadly, or like trembling joy. Seeing that this feeling was about to reach its peak, he suddenly trembled heavily and then stopped.

Gadon, Gadon, Gadon...

The door of the high niche made an obscure sound and slowly pushed open. A young monk in a robe of gauze walked in. He came one foot away from the old monk, and stopped, clasped his hands together, and said respectfully:

"Master, it's time for us to leave."

In just a few breaths, the old monk had returned to calmness, his voice was low and hoarse, and he was a little dull in this small dense place: "How long will it take?"

The young Hu monk thought for a moment and replied, "The elder's cloud boat can reach it in at most one hour, but even at the fastest, it will take three hours.

"We set out in a moment, you go and prepare, and let Yazhi bring that monster." In his words, the old monk's face slightly turned, exposing himself to the faint light of candlelight, but he was an old acquaintance.

Convert!

His voice was dull and his face was calm. Compared with the time when he met Liu Chou, he had more determination and determination, less hypocrisy and disguise.

The young Hu monk Miyu left quietly. After just a few breaths, Mizhi took a dying monster into the ground room, placed it beside Gu Qiu, and then bowed. After seeing Gu Qiu waved, he left quietly, without any words.

After a moment of silence, Fei Qu stretched out his hand and the little demon slowly flew up. As his fingers hung above the bones, his throat suddenly cracked, and blood flowed down onto the bones.

Weiqu began to chant strangely. At the same time, the demon-subduing pestle in his hand shone brightly, and he put it under the blood. In the arms of the bones, as the blood flowed, the light also drifted away bit by bit and slowly poured into the bones.

The blood was gone and the light faded, but the bones were not stained at all. The whole bones were as white as curd, crystal clear, smooth and gorgeous, just like mutton fat and beautiful jade carved. How could there be any trace of human bone remains?

However, Cao Qiu's face suddenly seemed to have been aged for dozens of years, his hair and beard were all white, and his originally smooth face was covered with wrinkles, as old as the old man in the evening!

But his eyes became much more peaceful, and his long sighs were filled with joy.

When he looked back at the last time, his eyes only fell on the four characters on the spine. Now he is still there, but he has changed from messy carvings to four large ancient seal characters with gold-edged silver inlaid:

"Madam White Bone!"
Chapter completed!