Tong Yue looked at Ling Yu, changed Lang De's topic and said: "I have been to the sky burial pits, which are also north of the Hubei Great Wilderness." Tong Yue smiled and looked at Ling Yu and said: "Work hard and have a hard fist.

If you don't speak, no one will dare to offend you. Revenge is just around the corner. I will help you when the time comes. Don't take Lang De's matter to heart, it's all Batson's idea."

Ling Yu nodded silently.

Jin Ling'er sneered: "What are you afraid of them? If you can't do it, just do it. Who is afraid of whom? Who dares to touch Ling Yu's finger?! Today, I gave Lang De enough face. I will come back to cause trouble in the future. Look.

I won’t break his legs!”

Ling Yu was thinking in his heart, why would this girl say such a thing? We have only known each other for a few days, and now she is standing with us? Tong Yue gave her a meaningful look: "Of course you are not afraid of them.

If you can protect him for a while, can you protect him for the rest of his life?"

Jin Ling'er snorted coldly and said: "Anyway, no one can hurt him until he is strong enough. From today on, I will follow Ling Yu!"

Tong Yue suddenly stopped and looked at Jin Linger with a smile.

"Ah? Follow?" Ling Yu blushed, but frowned slightly. He didn't want a girl younger than himself to protect him. He really didn't know where this little girl came from.

Back in the dormitory, Ling Yu didn't say much to Zhao Dashan. The whole afternoon, Ling Yu felt uneasy and tried to meditate on his weapons. After only practicing for more than an hour, he no longer had the intention to practice anymore.

Already.

He took out two Tang knives and compared them carefully. Now he knew that the name of the white Tang knives was Jingchen. Judging from his current strength, the combat power of the two was basically the same. Both were extremely hard, but

Nightmare is not as eye-catching as Jingchen. Ling Yu still doesn't know the exact origin of these two ancient swords.

He firmly believes that these two ancient swords will definitely become his most proud weapons. He once tried to hold the sword with both hands, but he was not used to it. Moreover, each of his moves required two field energy impacts. Now he can only make it

A handful.

He sighed and put the knife away again.

Thinking of Jin Ling'er, he always felt that this woman's behavior and words were a little strange, but he couldn't say anything for a while. He only knew Jin Ling'er. There were hundreds of Silver Star experts in the academy. Why?

She only has to protect herself? Does this have something to do with her father? But at her age, it is impossible to see her father. What's more, if this is the case, why did she do it when she first saw her in Yunxi Town?

Are they completely different from now?

Could it be that something happened in the past ten days? Ling Yu's head suddenly buzzed: Could it be that he was promoted to two levels in succession?! Ling Yu could no longer think of what happened. He stood up and raised two

Narrowing his eyes slightly into two slits, he slowly looked out the window. Ling Yu confirmed that rising to two levels in a row was the reason why Jin Ling'er wanted to protect herself. This girl is by no means as simple as she seems!

Shortly after dinner, Zhao Dashan was already snoring loudly in the dormitory.

Lying on the bed, there was a gentle breeze blowing outside the window, and the branches made a "rustling" sound. Inside the Xianluo space, the four seasons were like spring. He felt very magical, and he could not imagine how this space was formed. Vaguely,

He seemed to see his mother with a haggard face again, her eyes that were gradually losing their brilliance, looking at him with endless sadness, with so much hope and so much pain.

He turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, following a white graceful figure, Ling Yu stepped into a quiet valley. A small stream on the left was gurgling under the moonlight, glowing with silver light, like countless small fishes constantly flowing.

Jumping and playing. On the right side is waist-deep grass, stretching as far as the eye can see, stretching to the end of the mountain.

Where is this place? Is this a dream? But it feels so real. He thought silently. He bit his finger hard, but he didn't feel any pain. He felt slightly calmer. He looked at the grass in front of him.

The night wind was dancing in waves, and the grass blades were flying. He felt a little cold, and he felt a little inexplicable panic in his heart.

He wanted to escape several times, but as soon as this thought emerged, it disappeared immediately. Subconsciously, he thought that he should not escape, but needed to muster the courage to follow the white figure.

The white figure was vaguely present, always keeping a fixed distance from him. Judging from the figure behind him, it seemed vaguely that it was a woman, with a slender figure and her whole body wrapped in a white robe.

, the white robe danced rapidly with the wind, silently.

He wanted to see the figure's feet, but there seemed to be a hazy mist from the waist down. The body was floating lightly in the air half a meter above the ground, and there was no ups and downs when taking steps.

That was Jin Ling'er! Another trace of panic flashed through his heart. The more he looked carefully, the more familiar he felt. It was her, yes, what was she doing? Before Ling Yu could speak, a gentle and peaceful female voice sounded in his heart.

Rings:

"Follow me, no one will hurt you." The voice was sweet and soft, full of magnetism, which prevented Ling Yu from rejecting him at all. This voice made Ling Yu feel strange. Whose voice was it? It was definitely not Jin Ling'er's.

!Then...she is not Jin Ling'er.

Deep in the valley are layers of white mist, which cannot be blown away even if there is wind. The white mist is constantly changing and surging, like a ferocious beast, curling, rising and falling in the valley.

The thin white figure penetrated into the white mist without hesitation. Ling Yu hesitated slightly, and suddenly felt that there were countless pairs of eyes watching his every move in the dark night, which made him feel so uneasy.

"Follow me, no one will hurt you." The female voice sounded again, as if the same recording was playing, without any change.

Ling Yu seemed to be watched by countless pairs of eyes as he followed the white figure and rushed into the fog. There seemed to be wind blowing through the fog, and his face felt as if he had been sprayed head-on.

It was as cold and humid as cold water, and a fishy smell like ozone after thunder and lightning filled the nostrils.

At this moment, Ling Yu saw two faint red lights in the fog, which were flashing with the rolling clouds. A sound coming from far and near came to him, like the sigh of the ocean tide, like the sigh of the sea.

It was the roar of a group of animals, and it was like a breeze. He felt slightly dizzy, and was startled. He quickly stopped and looked around warily.

Everything around him was wrapped in the rolling thick fog. Through the thick fog, he saw the bare and rough sandstone, faintly forming a straight cliff, stretching to the heights and hazy. The white figure slowly walked slowly

He stopped and seemed to turn his head to peek at him. When he raised his eyes, the white shadow seemed to be standing still.

"Let's go, there's no danger." The female voice sounded faintly in his heart, without any emotion.

He continued to move forward with the white figure. Suddenly, the sky brightened, the thick fog dispersed in front of his eyes, and the surrounding scene gradually became clear.

He stood in a wide and dry river, surrounded by pebbles and layers of river sand. The scarlet sandstone on the shore was as straight as a knife, facing the sky. The sky was not the expected blue, but

It's gray and white with no trace of sunlight.

At the end of the river directly ahead, two 50-meter-high ancient stone gates were tightly closed. Dozens of giants over three meters tall stood quietly on both sides of the ancient river like sculptures. They were dressed in black.

He is wearing armor, holding a double-edged mountain axe, and has a ferocious face, like a god guarding the door, as if he is waiting for something.

Standing on the uneven river, Ling Yu looked at the white figure in front of him. Although the figure was a bit faint, the white clothes dancing with the breeze could still feel the person's presence. He suddenly felt a sound behind him.

There were bursts of footsteps. He turned his head secretly, and a faint black shadow floated slowly past him. The attire was the same as the white shadow in front of him, but he was much taller and stronger. Behind him was a man of similar age to him.

The young man followed closely.

The young man was wearing a dark blue sweatshirt and white sneakers, with empty eyes and a silent expression, following the black figure in front of him step by step.

Afterwards, seven or eight more men or women walked out expressionlessly from the thick fog behind them. They were all about the same age as themselves, and looked like clay and wood sculptures, lifeless. In front of each of them,

Whether white or black, there is a faint figure leading them.

Everyone stood about fifty meters away from the big stone gate, as if waiting for something, motionless.

There was deathly silence in the entire river, even the sound of the wind seemed to have stopped, and the atmosphere was extremely strange.

The obscure and unintelligible language sounded from nowhere, reverberating back and forth over the entire valley. The sound was fast and slow, and very rhythmic. Ling Yu felt that it was a unique language. The sound was calm and sonorous, as if expressing

He had a strong determination and spirit, but he couldn't understand a single sentence.

The two doors at the end of the ancient river opened with a bang, like thunder. A brilliant golden glow spurted out from the door, illuminating the ancient river bed. The pebbles of different sizes trailed long shadows, emitting a dazzling glow.

Golden light.

The majestic bells suddenly rang, one after another, as if starting some kind of ceremony, but also like a declaration. The distant and long bells reminded people of Zen temples and Buddhist temples. The simple and ancient language once again appeared in the sky.

Echoes, as always.

Ten more tall figures walked out of the gate along with the golden light. These tall giants were similar in size to the guards outside, but they were like the bronze armored guards in the Xianluo Warrior Academy, wearing only a small amount of golden armor for protection.

In important parts of the body, the exposed skin is the color of copper, the muscles are bulging, and the blood vessels are intertwined.

They held golden spears in their hands and stood on both sides of the gate, like ten mighty golden statues. The status of these golden armored guards seemed to be much higher than that of the black armored guards guarding the ancient river. Once they appeared, the black-clad guards on both sides

The soldiers took two steps back.

Looking at the faces, Ling Yu couldn't help being shocked. The faces of these golden armors were all glaring, extremely ferocious and ugly. The two guards actually stretched out two snow-white fangs in their mouths, like the legendary Vajra God!
Chapter completed!