If you are unlucky and lucky, it is usually God who wants to save your life.
Yang Ya drank the mole blood, returned to the world and put on the skin of a mole, and the two of them dug around in the ground and ran around.
But both of them thought about one thing wrong.
After killing the poor family, the two of them strolled forward in the valley. It was very quiet nearby and the living area was very close.
The two of them playfully entered the living area with almost their last breath, and entered the noon hour. Looking up, Jiguan Peak was too far away, and there was still a long way to go.
However, before my eyes, a few snowflakes suddenly flew up that shouldn't have appeared.
From fine snow to light snow, from heavy snow to blizzard, and from blizzard to snowstorm, all in the blink of an eye.
Knowing something was wrong, the two of them ran away, but they were just escaping from one snow to another.
Fortunately, this was still a mining area. The two found a cave and lit a bonfire, planning to wait until the snow stopped before leaving.
By this time, both of them were a little tired. After all, they had been fighting and running all night, so they slept lightly for a while.
When they woke up again, the pheasants had been roasted and the [Floating Picture] had just refreshed. The two of them suddenly discovered that the distinction between life and death was so outrageous, and the heavy snow was still falling outside, blocking their way forward.
So they bet on "Lu Ran's intelligence and good luck" and went underground. This is where they got it wrong.
I thought that since the world was full of murderous snow, the underground would always be safe, but I didn't expect that Yang Ya desperately dug out two or three miles and encountered another subsidence.
It was a pity that Yang Ya could only grit his teeth and continue to move forward, but unfortunately, wherever Yang Ya digged, the ground would follow.
Crash, lala, lala, the soil continued to fall deeper and deeper into the ground. Yang Ya didn't dare to look back. He only felt that there was some kind of monster in this pitch-black underground that was staring at them, clenching tightly. put.
What about Hui Huan? In that demon skin, it was as if it was packed in a sack. He couldn't move or speak. He was knocked unconscious long ago.
Just when Yang Ya wanted to stop but couldn't stop and couldn't run, a strange long roar suddenly sounded behind him.
A giant creature a thousand times larger than himself, squeaking, squeaking, overtaking him from behind at extremely fast speeds.
Digging holes like this can be as fast as the wind.
Yang Ya took a closer look and grinned.
This big thing is the charming restaurant, the man-made earth tiger, and the great fairy who is rescuing the people in distress at this moment - the Eight Immortals.
The "Eight Immortals" were running wildly underground at this time. Apart from the subsidence, there could only be one reason.
Although it can ignore the life and death zone, what about the people inside?
Do you still remember the little demons Huang Yan and Lu Yu who were trying to escape? There was a [Floating Picture] message on their heads.
Since the "Eight Immortals" are man-made "earth tigers", whether it's spells or mechanisms, they all need immortals to be in charge.
So as long as they follow the "Eight Immortals" closely, the two of them will definitely escape danger.
Thanks to Lu Ran for his good luck and wisdom.
Yang Ya shook off the dragon horse whip, hooked the "Eight Immortals", and hitched a ride.
Sure enough, there was a favorable wind, and the speed of this thing was staggering. It only took a stick of incense to travel, and I didn’t know how far it had traveled.
Where they are now, the subsidence has long since disappeared, the soil is moist and fertile, and there is life everywhere.
But when the "Eight Fairy Insect" arrived here, it stopped. It seemed that it didn't intend to show its head. For the next section, Yang Ya could only rely on himself.
Yang Ya didn't hesitate and got out of the ground three times. The first thing that caught his eye was a dense forest.
"Yang Ya, I owe you a life!"
As soon as Hui Huan came out of the demon skin, he couldn't help but praise Yang Ya.
"Let me see where we are now..."
Hui Huan looked around, and suddenly his face froze.
Behind you, not to mention "Chicken's Crown Peak", the ninety-nine peaks of Wanshan Mountain are so far away that they have become a blur.
"This thing is too fast!" Yang Ya whispered behind him, and then suddenly raised his voice: "Hui Huan, I have a good news and a good news, which one do you want to hear?"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Hui Huan didn't even look back.
"The first good news is that we are now in the birth zone."
"The second good news is, we have someone to kill."
Hui Huan then turned his head, and following the direction Yang Ya pointed, he saw a small lake.
There is a small wooden house by the lake and in the forest.
There are actually people living in this kind of place?
"There is indeed someone." Yang Ya pointed with the tip of his nose and walked forward.
"Isn't it because of some illusion?"
Hui Huan estimated that this should be the edge area on the other side of Wanshan facing the Jumu Temple, which is the westernmost side of [Futu].
According to the rules within the sect, since Wanshan has been closed, there should be no more people in any corner.
But for now, I have no choice but to follow Yang Ya to find out. After all, the two of them still have not completed the killing target at this time.
As we got closer, Huihuan saw a fence, a drying rack, a fishing net, a hammock, an earthen stove, and a simple self-made stone mill outside the house. Only then did he confirm that there was indeed someone living in this cabin in the forest.
Yang Ya had no manners and kept talking to himself before pushing the door open and entering.
"Who is it?" Someone in the room noticed their presence for the first time.
Following the sound, Yang Ya saw a strong old man dressed as a hunter, sitting at a small table in the house.
The old man's eyes are empty and he is blind.
"Old man, we are passing by and asking for a drink of water."
Hui Huan stopped Yang Ya behind him and glared at him.
The old man nodded and pointed, "It's over there. I can't see it, so I won't get up to serve you."
On the side table, there is a kettle with two mismatched cups.
As I got closer, I saw that the old man did have a [Floating Picture] message on his head, a word "人" the size of a fingernail.
"Old man, do you live alone in this deep mountain?"
The doubts in Hui Huan's heart are piling up.
"Ah, no, there is also my granddaughter. She is cooking in the back."
When he mentioned his granddaughter, the corners of the old man's mouth unconsciously raised.
"Should I go and have a look?" Yang Ya rushed to Hui Huan and winked, meaning that there was no need for pleasantries as there was not enough time.
"You two are practitioners, right? How come you are here?"
The old man suddenly spoke. Although he couldn't see it, his nose seemed to be sharper than Yang Ya.
"Yes, old man, we were chased all the way to here."
That's not a lie.
Although Hui Huan was suspicious, he also understood that since he was a person marked by [Fu Tu], the old man's identity would not be false.
This old man is so calm and collected, probably because he is an old hunter.
"Sorry to bother you, let's finish drinking water and then leave."
Despite this, Hui Huan still felt it was prudent to go out and discuss things with Yang Ya first.
When Huan Huan went over, he poured two glasses of water and let Yang Ya drink it first, and then he drank it all in one gulp.
Just as he was about to say goodbye and go out, the old man spoke again: "Since the people who are chasing you have stopped, why not stay and have a meal before leaving. I haven't seen anyone else in many years and I want to talk to you."
"Old man...how do you know..." Hui Huan couldn't hold back and asked anyway.
"I'm a hunter. There are traps within a few miles of my cabin. Whether anyone comes or where they come from, even if I'm blind, they can't be hidden by my ears."
Hui Huan thought this answer was reasonable, but he had to forget about eating. He didn't have the time, so he was about to refuse, but Yang Ya strode forward and sat down next to the old man.
Yang smiled with his teeth bared: "Old man, what do you want for lunch?"
Some people died, but not completely...
