At the bottom of the cliff, there was a silence of dark snow.

Next to a deep pool, Yuan Futu was lying in a mess, his wet whole body was swept by the air conditioner, and had already turned into ice. No matter how powerful his body was than ordinary people, he was still invaded by cold poison and shivered.

However, as long as you are alive, you are lucky!

Yuan Futu's vague consciousness still remembered the scene before falling off the cliff. Although he did not see Pang De's face, it was certainly the killing sword he used. Fortunately, the sword intent had not yet taken shape, otherwise he had been killed before falling off the cliff. However, being able to survive in the abyss at the moment was because he was unleashed by the branches of several old trees along the way, and finally fell into the deep pool, reducing the damage to his body.

Yuan Futu opened his eyes with difficulty, looking around with a hazy gaze, feeling that no one had stepped on the bottom of the cliff for hundreds of years, so he gritted his teeth. His instinctive survival consciousness restored some strength to his body, slowly spread his arms, and the ice chips attached to his arms suddenly shook off and began to crawl inch by inch forward.

From early morning to dusk, the dull cliff bottoms seemed very dark, with white snow everywhere. Occasionally, you can see a few old trees with gray green exposed branches and leaves exposed from the plain silver.

Yuan Futu was once a hunter with extremely strong survival power. When he was thirsty, he picked up the snow and stuffed it into his mouth. He endured the pain of extreme hunger desperately and crawled aimlessly in front of him. However, his seriously injured body may always make his weak mind completely collapse.

The wind and snow were getting worse and he was walking alone in silence. His legs were no longer conscious. He was only dragging his wounded body with his arms. However, even if the strength of his body was so powerful that he could not absorb the power of heaven and earth without food supplies, there was a moment of exhaustion. I don’t know how long it took, Yuan Futu’s eyes began to dissipate, and his consciousness gradually disappeared. At this moment, a faint purple light suddenly flashed in the distance.

The light was extremely tempting, and it was extremely obvious in the white snow. Yuan Futu was shocked and used his last strength to climb in front of the purple light. Under his blurred vision, he found that a Ganoderma lucidum was growing just one meter away.

The ganoderma lucidum cover is as big as a human kidney, and the whole body is lingering with purple air, which does not fall in the cold wind and is independent in the white snow.

"Thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum... It turns out that I am not the only one who can stop me."

Yuan Futu was ecstatic. As long as he swallowed this Ganoderma lucidum, his deadly silence could absorb the power of heaven and earth, and then he could leave here. Just as he poked out his neck and was about to bite it off, a roar came from the front.

It was a ferocious beast, like a lion and tiger, covered with black and white patterns, with a strong body like a monster, and its heavy front paws were scattered hard on the ground. The two exposed fangs were weird, adding a bit of ferociousness.

Yuan Futu remembers seeing this wild beast in the spiritual beast map of the Sutra Pavilion, called the Sabertoothed Tiger, which belongs to the third-level spirit beast. Although it has not yet condensed into a spiritual pill in its body, it is like the natal bead of a practitioner, but with its power and speed beyond imagination, even if Yuan Futu is in full state, it is difficult to defeat such a giant.

Salpitations flowed down from the teeth. The saber-toothed tiger's dark gray eyes stared at Yuan Futu, with anger in his eyes. It was obvious that it existed because of this Ganoderma lucidum. Generally, there will be spiritual beasts guarding the surroundings of the more precious elixirs, not to mention that this is a treasure of more than a thousand years.

Yuan Futu was almost desperate. With his seriously injured body, he had no power to fight back. At this moment, it was like fish on the chopping board at slaughter.

When the saber-toothed tiger saw someone invading its territory, its hair stood up all over its body and filled with anger. With a roar, it pounced on it. The giant claws, the size of a basin, grabbed it out of thin air, as if torn apart the air and made a howling sound.

If this slap is implemented, Yuan Futu's head will turn into crumbled meat sauce.

Puff!

Suddenly, a sharp and blue light came from nowhere and penetrated the saber-toothed tiger's brain.

Yuan Futu had not reacted yet, but felt a drop of hot liquid dripping down his forehead and flowing towards his ears. He opened his eyes wide and saw the shocking wound. The huge body of the saber-toothed tiger swayed twice and fell heavily beside him. In just a moment, there was no sound.

"Feng Yuanli!"

Yuan Futu swallowed his saliva, and he clearly felt the powerful wind energy. At this time, the severe injury made his eyes instantly dissipate. His blurred vision only saw a hunched body slowly walking towards him. The man was staggering and his nose was heavy, but his feet were on the thick snow without any sound, as if he was from a mysterious world.

...

After falling into the unknown realm, it was impossible to tell whether it was reality or dream. Yuan Futu looked at the huge open eyes. The purple patterns in the strange red pupils gradually became brighter, as if the reincarnation eye was guiding him into the underworld and into the reincarnation. In the abyss of hell, countless ghosts were roaring, roaring, struggling, dragging his body, tearing his limbs apart.

"ah!"

With a scream, Yuan Futu woke up from the nightmare, sat up straight, breathing heavily, covered in cold sweat. He found that it was late at night, but there was no starlight in the sky, and the bitter cold wind roared wildly. He was behind a rock, and the bonfire in front of him was light and dark, and there was a hint of warmth in the wind and snow.

However, by the bonfire, a middle-aged man in his fifties sat. His face was vicissitudes and his face was as pale as paper. He seemed to have suffered severe injuries and his thin body was hunched over.

"You're awake." The man's eyes did not move away from the bonfire, and his tone was even more harsh than the cold wind.

Yuan Futu said in surprise: "Did you save me?"

The middle-aged man remained silent. With his fingers, the flames of the bonfire rose up like oil dripping. Yuan Futu noticed that his clothes were ragged, with cracks and gaps everywhere, dirty and greasy, but a vague word "green" could be seen on his right shoulder.

"Qinghu Gang! Why do people from Qinghu Gang appear here?" Yuan Futu was shocked.

The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
Chapter completed!