The three of them stood on the giant sword. Su Xuan covered Xiao Chen and Pang Qi with spiritual power.
Xiao Chen looked puzzled and asked: "Pavilion Master Su, where is the place where you died?"
Su Xuan flew with her sword, scurrying around like a headless fly. Xiao Chen couldn't see through it, so he asked this question.
Su Xuan had a strange look on her face, and her sword speed increased, "Stand firm."
The next moment, the giant sword was like thunder, streaking across the sky, friction with the air, and flames ignited.
Xiao Chen concentrated his spiritual power on the soles of his feet and firmly adhered to the sword body, never falling off.
The giant sword carried wind and thunder, the space was torn apart, and a strange scene appeared in front of you.
Su Xuan's voice was joyful, "I finally went in."
Xiao Chen was surprised to enter the dead place in this way.
Wherever you enter, the land is desolate, and the spiritual power between heaven and earth is thin.
Pang Qi's dull eyes looked strange, his body trembled slightly, and the black sword on his back seemed to be mourning. There was a sense of sadness in him that could not be suppressed.
Xiao Chen was fine, and Su Xuan was surprised.
Su Xuan stared at Xiao Chen for a long time, and finally shook her head, "You're weird, kid."
Xiao Chen asked, "Does everyone who comes in feel this desolate feeling that the world and the earth share the same sorrow?"
Su Xuan nodded, with a heavy voice, and replied: "Yes, this world is mourning. Anyone who enters will feel the same. You are an exception."
She waved her hand and sent the two of them off the giant sword, "You can take care of yourself. I'm back."
Without the two of them, the giant sword can accelerate unbridled. In the blink of an eye, the space breaks open, and Su Xuan emerges from the place where he died.
Xiao Chen fell to the ground, and Pang Qi followed him without saying a word.
Xiao Chen turned around with a forced smile on his face, "Um, brother Pang Qi, where do you think we should go next?"
His eyes were unnatural, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward.
Pang Qi is not as awkward as him, and his expression is still dull. He doesn't care about this, and he is not good at interpersonal communication. His words are short, "It's up to you."
He obeyed Su Xuan's orders and focused on Xiao Chen, not making random ideas.
Seeing this, Xiao Chen curled his lips, this man is a piece of wood.
Xiao Chen looked around, seeing desolate scenes everywhere. He sighed, "The passing place, the passing place, is it really passing away?"
Pang Qi seemed not to hear, his expression dull.
Xiao Chen chose a direction and walked forward. The road was paved with gravel and dead trees could be seen everywhere. His spiritual power was thin, "Is this place very dangerous?"
He shook his head, completely confused.
Pang Qi rarely spoke, "It's very dangerous."
He was reminding Xiao Chen not to be careless.
At this time, a flying eagle swooped down, its huge body covering the sky and the sun, and its hard mouth was sharper than a sword.
Its target is Xiao Chen. There is no living person in sight. The flying eagle's eyes are hungry and thirsty, and the meat is right in front of him.
It was as fast as lightning, swooped down, opened its mouth, and grabbed Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen drew his sword, and the ancient sword easily tore Feidiao's mouth open. Bright red blood flowed out, and the flying eagle screamed, its mouth full of blood, its wings flapped, and it flew away into the distance.
The flying eagle's mouth was horribly opened and seriously injured. It shook its wings vigorously, but lost all strength and fell down.
Xiao Chen rushed away and landed next to Feidiao. It had a panicked look on its face, its body was shaking, and its expression was frightened.
Xiao Chen held the ancient sword in his hand and walked towards it. Fei Diao screamed with all his strength, and the blood flowed faster.
Xiao Chen walked to him and stabbed Fei Diao's body with the ancient sword. Like a knife cutting tofu, the ancient sword sank into Fei Diao's body easily.
It used up its last bit of strength, screamed, and fell down stiffly, dying.
After Fei Diao died, Xiao Chen used the ancient sword to disembowel it. The internal organs were cleaned and the flying eagle's flesh was cut into pieces.
Xiao Chen gathered dry firewood, lit the bonfire, and Feidiao's minced meat was placed on the fire.
After a while, the aroma of Fei Diao's meat spread. Xiao Chen picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, and started chewing.
He casually threw a piece to Pang Qi, "You eat too."
Pang Qi was not polite, picked up the Feidiao meat and took a bite, "It tastes pretty good."
There are no condiments here, it can only be grilled, but it tastes extremely delicious.
The meat of this flying eagle is a delicacy.
Xiao Chen finished his meal and looked up at the sky, "It's so quiet here."
The meat in Pang Qi's hand fell off. He picked up the black sword behind him and looked ahead cautiously. It seemed like someone was walking towards here.
He was nervous and didn't know who was approaching.
The other person seemed to be a person, dragging heavy steps, walking very slowly, breathing evenly, and came here smelling the smell of meat.
As he approached, an old man appeared in sight.
Pang Qi looked wary and clenched the black sword in his hand. The opponent was stronger than him.
The other party's aura was far above his.
The old man, drooling, walked to the fire, stretched out his dirty hands, snatched a piece of flying eagle meat, put it into his mouth, and chewed it, "Good stuff, good stuff. Starve to death, old man" Me."
He ignored Xiao Chen and Pang Qi, two ants, he didn't care at all.
He ate the meat as if no one else was watching, his mouth was greasy, he wiped his hands on his clothes, and then picked up the second piece of flying eagle meat and ate it.
He devoured it ravenously, having been hungry for too long, with no regard for appearance.
After he finished eating more than half of the Fei Diao Meat, he remembered that there was someone beside him.
He smiled awkwardly, picked his teeth with a toothpick, and said with a satisfied expression: "Hey, two little friends, thank you for your hospitality. I will remember this kindness."
Pang Qi remained silent as always. He placed his hand on the black sword, always on guard and with a solemn gaze.
The opponent is too strong and he is no match.
But Xiao Chen didn't leave, he could only stay where he was.
Xiao Chen smiled and cupped his hands slightly, "Old sir, are you full? There is not enough."
The old man patted his round belly and said with satisfaction: "I'm full. I haven't been this full for three months. By the way, little guy, what's your name? I think you're much more pleasing to the eye than this idiot."
The stupid person is Pang Qi. Pang Qi doesn't care about this title, he still puts his hand on the sword and looks nervous.
The old man sneered and didn't care about Pang Qi's alertness. Instead, he praised the unsuspecting Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen said politely: "Xiao Chen, I have met my senior, but don't you know his name?"
The old man waved his hand, with a nonchalant expression, and said with a hearty smile: "Others call me Xiaoyao Sanren, but you can call me Xiaoyao Big Brother."
Big brother? At this age, he can be a grandfather.
Xiao Chen followed the good example and said enthusiastically: "It turns out to be Brother Xiaoyao. I have admired him for a long time. I have admired him for a long time."
Xiaoyao Sanren enjoyed the sound of "big brother" and called him "younger". He took something out of his pocket and said, "Boy, I like it. I'll give this to you."
It was a bamboo frog. He threw it over and Xiao Chen caught it easily.
Pang Qi shouted hurriedly, rushing over desperately, "Be careful. Don't pick it up."
But it was too late, Xiao Chen had already firmly caught the bamboo frog with his hands.
