Zhulongling, the continuous haze weather for many days, has added a bit of dusk atmosphere to the already lack of vitality. The world is dark and misty. Occasionally, one or two taller peaks only reveal a bare little horn, but it also rises with the heavy fog, as it seems to appear and appear.

A fluorescent light crossed the sky, passed through heavy fog, and finally left a brilliant and dazzling light, which disappeared. Then Feng Shuzhu's tall figure appeared in front of a dangerous pass. The haze was heavier there, the fog became tighter and thicker, and the dark fog kept surging and rolling, and the rocky path was simply invisible.

Feng Shuzhu stopped and looked into the distance. With the ability of his eyes, the dangerous cliffs and strange rocks could be vaguely seen on both sides of the pass, silently like wild beasts lurking in the dark night, waiting in front of him with dog teeth intertwined, and behind the thick fog, I don’t know what kind of world it was.

As soon as a mountain wind blows, a stream of air stirs up, spreading the rolling fog, forming a thin field of fog. The wind-spark bamboo's clothes also drifts with the wind, and dark and hard rocks were exposed under his feet. He looked straight ahead, and with this short wind, he looked into the pass with a deep penetrating gaze. There were dozens of feet in front of him, and some corpses were lying down from the rock paths. In the thick fog, they were scattered with various weapons. In the blink of an eye, after the mountain wind, the scattered fog surrounded him again and swallowed everything again.

Feng Shuzhu sniffed the wind, and a strong smell of blood came to his nose, the fog wet the clothes, and the surrounding scenery once again turned from light to dark.

Feng Shuzhu's face was slightly dark, and she stayed at the pass for a while. Seeing no abnormal movement, she took steps and walked slowly into the floating fog, walking towards the lying corpses. Where he walked, the fog that dispersed due to the stirring gathered again behind him.

For several days, I have been used to the tragic battles between various sects along the way, so Feng Shuzhu did not feel novel about the scene seen in this dangerous pass. It should be an unknown demon sect. It seems that it has been a disaster for the family to destroy the family. The almost unified clothing and the consistent tattoos on their faces all show their relationship.

Originally, a distance of not far away, because of the interference of the thick fog, seemed so deep and mysterious. Feng Shuzhu walked extremely slowly. He looked around from time to time, afraid of missing something. When he approached the corpses, Feng Shuzhu lowered his eyes and looked around, but his expression became a little serious. In the past, the tragic battles between sects left behind the corpses of both sides. On the entire rocky path here, there were dozens of corpses lying tilted around between about a meter, but only the same type of person appeared in the outfits of such a large-scale fight, the opponent's men could escape without leaving a single body. It was incredible.

Feng Shuzhu pondered for a moment, leaned down and looked at the red blood flowing from a corpse closest to his feet. He knew that the fight had just happened not long ago. He looked at the lying down for a while, then looked at the lie down position of the people, stared forward and slowly stood up, slowly walked forward one foot a long distance, which was the core area of ​​the fight.

Feng Shuzhu couldn't help but tighten his eyebrows. Not far ahead, he saw a person with his back to him, half kneeling. The man's clothes were similar to those of the surrounding corpses, but they were obviously more gorgeous. The exposed parts of the torso and limbs had the same tattoos. It seemed that he should be the leader of this group of people.

Feng Shuzhu walked around several corpses and walked to the man. Suddenly, he saw that the man was half-kneeling, his eyes widened, his mouth wide in astonishment, raised his head upwards, looked up at the sky above, his hands were raised in front of his chest, holding a long stick-shaped magic weapon of five feet long, but it had been cut into two parts from the middle part, and there was a shocking wound that penetrated through his chest, and even the huge rock behind his body was also exploded.

"What a powerful sword!"

Feng Shuzhu stood up straight, turned around, followed the man's gaze and looked upwards. In his eyes, it seemed as if he saw a man falling from the sky, carrying a sharp wind, attacking with a sword. The man holding a stick-shaped magic weapon had no time to resist and became a dead soul under the sword. With this person as the center, those lying down around him were obviously injured and died of the remaining sword energy of the sword.

Judging from the angle and power of the sword, without any thought, Feng Shuzhu's mind immediately flashed through his mind...

A light roar was like a phoenix roaring in the sky, and the heart was pleasant to hear. From far to near, I saw a bright white light from the sky, coming quickly. The power was as fierce as the Dragon Qiu Falls poured down, and rushed towards the tall monk in red who had no time to react. In the blink of an eye, the tall monk in red was cut off with the magic bell in his hand. When the sword light arrived, the gravel danced randomly, and the huge whirlpool aroused, like a strong wind and waves, forcing everyone around to unstable feet and retreated one after another. The white light succeeded and turned back. A woman in white appeared in the sky holding a fairy sword. Her skin was as white as snow, with a clear and elegant appearance, and stood in the air with her unique clothes, her whole body was flying with her clothes, and her black hair flew with the wind behind her, just like a fairy in the Nine Heavens descending to the mortal world.

It is the "Long River Sunset" move in the Shuiyue Sword Technique!

"Can it be her? Maybe it's her? After a few days, her Taoist practice has improved so quickly, which is really amazing." Feng Shuzhu's heart was a little excited. His throat moved, he withdrew his gaze from the sky, and looked around. He wanted to get a more accurate answer.

But besides the dead bodies, there are only endless thick fog and cold and hard rocks around. The gray thick fog unique to Zhukongling blocks everything and hides everything.

It seemed as if she was hiding on purpose. She was like a rock sinking into the sea, her voice was gone. At this moment, the wind and bamboo were like that morning when she left without saying goodbye, and her heart was confused. He stood there alone, thinking while recalling and thinking.

If it was really her, where was her person at this moment? Why did she appear in this desolate Zhulongling again? The Shuiyue Palace has always had few contacts with the Three Realms, and why did she have conflicts with these characters and fight?

Feng Shuzhu's thoughts were like rolling thick fog, wrapped layer by layer and could not be entangled. Apart from what he had just seen, he could no longer see what he was saying. While there was nowhere to think about it, not far behind him, there was a clanging sound of weapons hitting the rocks, which reached his ear drums.

Feng Shuzhu's heart moved, and turned around with his hands behind his back, looking coldly. At the same time, a beautiful and unparalleled woman appeared in her mind. She held a fairy sword tightly and walked out of the thick fog. Her face looked like frosty snow and her eyes were like ice, standing there quietly. The cold mountain wind blew by, whispering her long hair, and her white clothes were flying with the wind. The thick fog around her could not be entangled, as if she was nostalgic for her peerless beauty.

After a while, the stirring and rolling fog gradually spread to both sides, but an old man wearing a gray robe and three long beards under his chin was holding a bamboo pole with a square flag hanging on it, saying "It's like a god." He looked around and walked out sneakily.

Feng Shuzhu blinked and, of course, immediately recognized that the old man was Yi Dingjia. He couldn't help but wonder why this person appeared here again.

Yi Dingjia was originally lowering his head, muttering something, tremblingly avoiding the corpse under his feet, and slowly walked forward, but accidentally stepped on one of the corpses, stopped quickly, bowed deeply to the corpse, and did not want to look up. However, when he saw a living person standing just a few feet in front of him, he was so scared that he staggered and almost fell to the ground. However, seeing that the man did not do anything, he just looked at him, he calmed down and recognized it as Feng Shuzhu. He quickly stroked his chest and gasped: "Young Master Feng was shocked when he was eaten, and he mistakenly thought it was a demon demon who had not been killed." As he said that, he also reached out to point the corpse beside him.

Feng Shuzhu was surprised to hear this. He heard Yi Dingjia's tone, and it was obvious that he had killed these demons, or that he had seen them with his own eyes, so he stepped forward, bowed his hand, and smiled and said, "Senior Yi Dingjia, don't be safe, Feng has been greeted."

Yi Dingjia smiled bitterly, shook his hand, and said, "Young Master Feng is polite, I can't bear to bow." As he said that, he leaned over to look behind Feng Shuzhu, and said in a strange way: "I'm here to Zhulongling this time, but I don't know that Young Master Feng is single?"

Feng Shuzhu put down his hand, smiled, and said calmly: "There are also Master Kongjue Temple, Master Jingchenzi, who is walking with Feng."

When Yi Dingjia heard this, he was happy, stroked his beard and said, "Oh, okay, with the arrival of such a great sect in the righteous way, the matter of Zhulongling will be much easier to deal with."

Feng Shuzhu heard that Yi Dingjia seemed to be indicating that he came here for the righteous things, so he followed Yi Dingjia's words and asked, "But I don't know why Senior Yi Dingjia came here?"

When Yi Dingjia heard this, he first looked left and right, and was mysterious. Seeing that there was no one else, he said mysteriously: "I was divining a divination. According to the guidance of the ancestor, there will be a huge treasure in this Zhulongling. Here, waiting for Lao Chen, he will rely on these treasures to promote physiognomy. Moreover, if this treasure is taken away by the demon, it will be a great loss to us." Speaking of the treasure, Yi Dingjia's eyes suddenly became sharp, as if full of wisdom.

After hearing this, Feng Shuzhu thought to himself: "This Yi Dingjia is considerate and comes to get treasures. He is not only for the right way, but also worried about promoting the devil's way." So he couldn't help but smile and said: "But I don't know how much treasures the old senior has obtained in the battle of Luotian Mountain."

Yi Dingjia sighed when he heard this and said, "Oh, I won't hide it from you. The battle of Luotian Mountain is too dangerous and too dangerous. I am, that's to give up money and avoid disasters. Fortunately, my life is worry-free, hehe, hehe." After saying that, he actually laughed, as if he was glad for his escaping from death.
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