Fang Geyu suddenly said: "This Ying Xiu is really not simple. I have never seen anyone who can suppress his emotions so perfectly."
Balian looked at her without speaking.
Fang Geyu sneered and said: "He had strong murderous intentions at least five times just now. But when you were fighting You Gui Lang, when his body was weak at the moment, he held back and did not take action. At this time, he He still insists on his so-called gentleman's etiquette. I really don't know whether he is stubborn or hypocritical."
Bailian didn't want to talk more about Ying Xiu. He glanced at the deep night. The fog around him became thicker and thicker. The fog was vast and the surrounding areas were silent.
The backs of Ying Xiu and others disappeared not far away, and it was difficult to even sense a breath.
Obviously, the fog that suddenly rose in this deserted house was definitely not an ordinary fog. Balian flicked his palms and sensed it carefully. He felt that there seemed to be countless ghost arts hidden in this fog that disrupted the directions.
The surrounding scenery remains unchanged, but the direction of the universe is chaotic and chaotic, as if it has been transformed.
This is what is called looking at the mountains but not the mountains, and looking at the fog but not the fog.
Even the bright moon in the night sky seemed to be within reach, but in fact it was still far away.
Not to mention that in such an environment, finding Yu Gui Lang, even if you return the same way, you may not be able to successfully get out of the fog of this deserted house.
Bailian held Fang Geyu's wrist with his backhand and whispered: "The location of this place is constantly changing. It should be Youguilang who is using his magic to interfere. Don't stay too far away from me. Let's first..."
Before he finished speaking, his first step was suddenly empty.
Bai Lian figured out that this place was strange, but he never expected that the close spatial distance would lead to unexpected changes in the first step.
The earth and sky all around were undergoing drastic changes.
It was too late to retract the legs, and when the body fell, the cold cliff wind came over the pavement and hurt people's cheeks.
There is an abyss beneath you!
One step away!
Without thinking, Balian let go of the wrist in his hand. Before he could push the arm away, his wrist suddenly tightened, but was held tightly by a cold little hand.
The two of them fell into the cliff of boundless darkness together.
Bai Lian used Qi to control the sword, and the Qiu Shui Sword released the first sword light. The intertwined dead trees and vines on the cliffs rushed in like living snakes, tightly entangled the two people's falling bodies, Dragged into the abyss.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
The bright moon is hidden, the sun rises in the east, and a cool morning breeze greets the misty cliff.
The morning light illuminates the snow on the cliffside, and the breeze blows through the rocks.
The roots of the old trees and vines are dormant, and thick fallen leaves are piled up on the cliff. The wind blows, and the dead leaves dance one after another. When they are lifted, the dense white bones among the dead leaves in the desert sand are exposed.
The green mountains are white with mist, and the snow falls into the abyss.
At the moment when the few falling stars were swallowed up by the light from the sky, a girl appeared on the edge of the snowy cliff of the old tree.
The morning light gradually rises, and the fog becomes thicker.
It is clear that the long night has passed and the sky will dawn.
The girl was leaning against the old tree, but when she stood there quietly, the moment her outline gradually became clearer in the mist, it seemed as if she was ushering in a new night with rich colors under the blue sky.
Perhaps the black dress on her body was too eye-catching, like the ink-colored sky that can be seen at first sight when looking up on the wilderness grassland.
Boundless and pure black, yet dazzling.
She could hold back such a dazzling human night.
Suddenly a bell sounded from the distant Hanshan Mountain.
The wind in the surrounding areas stopped.
The old tree began to sway. Under the dead leaves and sand, countless tentacle-like roots and vines penetrated through the leaves, spread from the bottom of the cliff, and crawled towards the girl's direction, like the greedy hands of countless demons. , with the terrifying aura of evil and bloodthirsty.
The girl sensed something, but seemed not to notice anything.
Because her slender back left the towering withered old tree and walked briskly, like a gust of wind, to the edge of the cliff unprepared.
She was young, very slender and petite, looking weak and harmless. She raised her childish and pale little face, and the faint light mist fell on her face, making her face become clearer and more beautiful, like ink. There is a certain mysterious charm in the eyebrows and eyes drawn by the pen.
On the abyss cliff that even the morning light could not illuminate, countless dark roots and vines filled with the meaning of death trembled toward her like endless tentacles.
The overwhelming smell of blood came towards us, and among a certain vine branch dyed with a residual color of deep red, there was a faint fragrance that had not dispersed.
The girl caught something, she slowly closed her eyes, and a surprised smile appeared on her lips: "It smells so good."
In a scene of tranquility and despair, the apricot tree in the deserted house in the distance instantly withered into dancing, and the wild flowers in the mountains bloomed.
As the skirt swayed slightly, the sound of celadon clashing made a soft sound.
On the girl's waist, there is no jade-decorated porcelain, only an ancient book inlaid with bronze and silver hanging.
The ancient books are small and thick, and look very high-quality.
It was such an unopened ancient book, but the sound of celadon and jade breaking could be heard.
The thousands of vines in front of the girl seemed to have been drained of water, rapidly withered, and then turned into ashes.
Only the vine stained with Yin Yin's blood stood alone, swaying in the wind, quite pitifully frightened.
The girl opened her big and bright eyes, looked at the vine with a bit of curiosity and inquiry, and said with a smile: "Why do you smell so fragrant? Can you take me to find the owner of this blood fragrance?"
The vine that came from the bottom of the abyss cliff suddenly retracted into the abyss.
The girl looked sideways at the dead old tree that stood alone on the cliff. Her white fingertips seemed to be caressing the smooth skin on her neck in a meaningless manner. Her movements were very light and delicate, as if she was carefully stroking an unhealed scar.
She said: "Although I came a little late, you can't drag the person I'm looking for down there. My mother said that I'm not in good health and I'm not allowed to set foot on Ghost Mountain at will. You're really giving me a headache." ah."
The old tree trembled, as if silently defending.
A huge ancient book of light and shadow appeared behind the girl. The heavy book cover opened a page, and a simple and powerful force swept between the snow cliffs, heading towards the old tree that survived three thousand years ago.
As a result, there are no old trees to accompany the snowy cliffs.
A huge deep pit appeared on the ground, and the pit stretched into endless darkness, as if there was no end in sight.
The ancient book of light and shadow slowly merged, and a tree shadow disappeared into the pages of the book. If it cannot be summoned, it will be sealed forever.
The girl raised her eyebrows and looked down at the endless dark abyss beneath her. She moved her little nose as if to catch the remaining breath in the air. She licked her lips happily, her movements as cute as a kitten.
"The smell is so fragrant. Mother doesn't allow me to enter Ghost Mountain at will, so I will go in seriously."
She spoke unreasonably and forcefully, and put her two little hands together on her lips. She looked very cute and politely greeted the ghost mountain abyss: "I'm coming."
The lingering sound disappeared into the wind.
The frail little girl in a black dress fell from the edge of the cliff like a light feather.
The boundless night merges into the boundless abyss, who is darker?
