Give the water no fragrance and add more.,I'm sorry.,It's too late.,Thank you.
Before the last rays of darkness were dispelled by a touch of snow on the horizon, all the monks stood in front of the former gladiatorial arena.
The buildings on the ground have become ruins, and there is not much better under the ground, Zhang Xiaohan is next to Song Chensha and hibiscus, as well as Bian Hai.
No one dared to persuade Zhang Xiaohan to take the second batch of teleportation arrays, and Zhang Xiaohan, who had regained his calm, brought them fear that invaded the bone marrow.
The swamp full of miasma in the wasteland, the dangerous place that can suddenly drop the weight of ten thousand catties, did not stop the lone intruder, and when the darkness was still there, he was already standing on the solid ground.
The miasma of the swamp was far behind him, and the solid ground no longer had the strength to pull him down, and in the distance, there were vast plains, and then the rolling mountains.
The plain is wide, and it has been reclaimed into pieces of spiritual fields, and the unique fragrance of spiritual plants is heard in the night wind, and the intruders are restrained, and their feet seem to be stepping on the vegetation of the spiritual fields, and they pass briskly.
The mountains were approaching in the blink of an eye, and he slowly stood on the highest point of the mountain.
It seems to be another wasteland, no, it seems to be the realm of fierce beasts, decades of dormancy in the wasteland will not deceive him, there are so many fierce beasts here, but they strangely share such a territory.
A smear of white began to appear on the horizon, but day and night did not make much difference to the monks, especially for the monks in the wasteland, the intruder tried not to let the divine sense disturb the surroundings, and slowly went deeper into the past.
Under the gladiatorial arena of Rock City, Xiaobao jumped onto Zhang Xiaohan's shoulder, and the teleportation array could only teleport four people at a time, but Xiaobao's space was not limited by the rules of the teleportation array.
Today's space is very crowded, so crowded that everyone can only stand silently, not to mention that there are a few fierce beasts among them, and the dazed demon beasts that have completely suppressed their ferocity.
Zhang Xiaohan stepped onto the teleportation array, Song Chensha and Mu Hibiscus followed, and then Bian Hai, the spiritual light on the teleportation array flickered, and the figures of the four gradually blurred.
In the barren swamp mountains, the silence of the night was gradually broken by the dawn, and on an artificially dug cliff, a colorful bird with uneven feathers on its body was forcibly extended, and its two shrunken feet were nailed to the stone wall behind it by a lock nail.
The morning breeze blew through the area, and it also made the bird's lowered head shake slightly, and its closed eyes opened, looking at the morning sun in the distance.
At this time of the day, he would gaze at the morning sun and feel the moment of tranquility brought to him by that color, so that he still had hope and courage to welcome a new day.
She will definitely come to his rescue.
He knew where his beliefs came from, and he believed that as long as she had enough strength, she would definitely come.
That young female cultivator never said much, and her cultivation was not higher than them, but she gave him the feeling that she was trustworthy enough.
The bird's head turned slightly, and the movement involved his wings, and the pain that seeped into the depths of his consciousness made his movements pause.
That direction was the direction in which the insect ant left, and he didn't know how to keep it, but he knew that it was the insect that gave him the courage to live.
It was dawn, and he slowly closed his eyes.
The door of a stone room next to the large empty field opened, and a middle monk walked out, he glanced around, and cursed in a low voice, it has been a hundred years in this ghost place, and the things that these people come into contact with every day make him feel that he is not normal.
But I also know that it is not so easy to leave here, for the sake of the fairy stone, I can always leave sooner or later anyway.
Actually, it's not that bad here, there are plenty of cultivation resources, and there are fierce beasts and monks to vent.
Thinking of the beast to vent, he glanced up at a rock wall that had been carved straight and walked over.
This is an errand that anyone can receive, at first he didn't like it, but after a long time here, listening to the screams of tearing every morning, his heart gradually moved, but he didn't expect that after a move, he liked this errand, if someone wanted to replace him for a day, he felt uncomfortable in his hands all day.
The thought of a human monk being tortured under the appearance of that beast, and the thought of its eyes when it could humiliate and fiddle with its wings one by one, there was a strange excitement in his heart, which made him want to strip off its feathers and then gouge out its eyes and cut off its tongue, but unfortunately, he didn't dare, he knew the value of the existence of this colorful bird, and knew that this punishment was to deter others here.
Yes, those fierce beasts are not exactly fierce beasts, but they are not monks, this title is too apt.
It didn't take long for him to approach the cliff and look up at the colorful bird hanging from the cliff, its head hanging as if it was about to die.
Haha, how could it die, death is a good thing for it.
Don't look at it as if it is going to die now, when it falls into his hands, all the monks and all the fierce beasts in the entire beast training field will hear its screams.
A cruel smile appeared on his face, every morning, it was its scream that woke up everything in the beast farm, and the day began with the scream.
He walked over with a sinister grin.
It seemed that the wind was blowing from behind him, and it seemed that someone was flying, and he laughed and exclaimed, "It's mine, you have to come, tomorrow, tomorrow." ” Before the words fell, a strong force struck, he twisted his body and was about to curse, his body was suddenly grabbed by the volley, and a bad thought just appeared, and a cold voice fell in his ears.
"Don't kill him."
When I heard this, my body had been slammed into the ground, and the meridians were also sealed at the moment of being caught, I only felt dizzy, and my bones were so shocked that I was about to shatter, and I wanted to open my mouth to curse, but I couldn't say a word.
Stunned, he saw the back of a woman fly up the cliff and land on a spit rock, which had been prepared for him and used to stand while torturing the colored bird.
"Zhuge kills."
He had never heard a female cultivator call out a person's name in such a mournful voice, and his eyes widened.
Is that colored bird called Zhuge Yikill, and the name of the Yuan God living in its body is Zhuge Yikill Zhang Xiaohan stood in front of the cliff and looked at the colorful bird nailed to the cliff, the colorful feathers on its body were uneven, revealing its blue and red flesh.
"You're here, Zhang Daoyou, you're finally here."
A familiar and unfamiliar voice appeared in her consciousness, Zhang Xiaohan's eyes were blurred by tears all of a sudden, and she trembled and stretched out her hands to grab the colorful bird, wanting to relieve its pain, but stopped in front of it tremblingly.
Tears rolled down his face.
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