The torrential rain continued for more than ten hours, gradually getting thinner and lighter, the clouds dispersed, and a full moon hung in the sky, spreading a clear brilliance, making the surrounding area shine as bright as day. So big, so round, so white, the Moon of the Abyss is indescribable.
Mountain streams are rushing, waterfalls are rumbling, thousands of mountains and valleys are shrouded in a mist, and the scorched pine forests on the top of the mountain are soaked by the rain, spreading their branches and leaves, and sprouting vitality again. A long day passed, followed by an equally long night.
Onihuokawa blew a sharp whistle, with piercing eyes like two will-o'-the-wisps, summoned the monsters under his command, pushed them to the shelter from the rain, returned dust to dust, soil to dust, leaving no trace, packed up, and set off on the journey. This time, it was not a marching exercise to sweep through the pine forest, but all the way south, heading straight for the Baisui Valley.
Hundreds of monsters were flowing in an endless stream, taking advantage of the moonlight and coolness to immerse themselves in their journey, climbing over mountains and ridges as if they were walking on flat ground. Without moving any time, a second team of thousands of people appeared hundreds of miles away, followed by a third team, a fourth team... … Hundreds of rivers flow into the sea, but they arrive at the same destination by different routes, gradually weaving into a long dragon. The acquaintances say hello, looking at each other with critical eyes, secretly calculating each other's strength.
Running thousands of miles away in one breath, the moonlight became more and more clear. In the distance, there was a loud shout as the sky collapsed and the earth cracked. Looking from a distance, I saw a large bamboo stick stuck on the top of the peak. Qi He, the general under Tudor's command, stood proudly and ordered the commander to come. Stationed on the ground, stepped forward to obey orders.
Onihuokawa gathered the monsters under his command and ordered them to rest on the spot. He shook his shoulders and turned into a black shadow, then threw it straight away. Wei Shiqi listened to the wheezing gasps of the monster and looked towards the south. There were countless mountains with no end in sight, and the pine waves echoed back and forth like a tide, adding to the chill.
Lao Ke followed his gaze for a moment and said softly: "The Centennial Valley is still thousands of miles away. We will travel all night until the sun rises in the east, which is when we will fight with all our strength. The success or failure of life and death will depend on this. "
Wei Shiqi couldn't understand the monster's thirst for blood and remained silent.
"I am old, my muscles and bones are not strong, and my claws and claws are weak. If I can get some blood and energy, I may be able to survive this battle. I hope Brother Han will take care of me then. I am very grateful."
Wei Shiqi said calmly: "With the help of the wood thrush, are you afraid that you will collapse at the first touch?"
Lao Ke knew that he couldn't hide it from him, so he said calmly: "The wood thrush is strong and can protect itself. It is his opportunity to attack the Baisui Valley. This battle should stand out. If he wants to distract himself from taking care of the old man, I'm afraid... I'm afraid he won't be able to do it." No arrest.”
The wood thrush was resting nearby. He said it very euphemistically. The implication was that among the thousands of troops, the wood thrush could only look after itself and had no time to take care of Lao Ke. It was unreliable and unreliable. The wood thrush hummed in his ears, a little unconvinced. Lao Ke patted him on the shoulder, sighed, looked gloomy, smiled bitterly, shook his head, and blocked what he said.
Lao Ke coughed, lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Brother Han is not a thing in the pond, he can rival Tudor Fan Bashan. The Baisui Valley is just a small formation. It doesn't matter. Lao Chan's life depends entirely on Han." Brother, I suddenly thought about it."
The thrush was poor at words and listened to what Ke Lao said, and was impressed with his admiration. However, his compliment that Han Shiba could rival Tudor Fan Bashan was a little too much.
A local snake, an old man in the world, mature with age, and well-informed, Wei Shiqi somewhat liked him, so he nodded slightly and agreed. Lao Ke was determined, with a smile on his face, and thanked him in advance. In his mind, this thigh was unusually thick, and he had to hold it tightly. As for the strength and dignity, could it be exchanged for blood?
Under the hunting banner, Qi He summoned his elite soldiers, asked a few questions, and ordered them to go and rectify the monsters, and to be on standby at any time. Everyone dispersed, and Guihuochuan was left alone. He briefly mentioned the mute condition of the Eighteenth Marquis Han. Qihe was reckless and vulgar, and relied on his magical powers. He didn't take it seriously. He ordered Guihuochuan to be the vanguard and take the lead in attacking Baidu. In Suigu, a mule or a horse came out for a walk. If he survived, he was called for questioning.
Onihuokawa sighed secretly in his heart, but he couldn't say anything more and could only pay attention to it himself.
After resting for several hours, Qi He pulled up the big banner and roared like a tiger descending the mountain. The captain of his subordinates led the monsters to follow closely. Teams of teams shuttled through the pine forest like flowing water, running wildly under the moonlight, throwing themselves into the forest. Go to the Centennial Valley.
The night is long, but although the night is long, it will eventually pass. The bright moon falls, the stars disappear, the first ray of morning light in the east reflects on the sky, the glow surges like the sea, and the three-wheeled red sun rises slowly, dominating the world with power without anger. If Wei Shiqi had some enlightenment, he would travel around the sky for thirteen days, rising and falling with unpredictable rise and fall. For the previous ten days, he was the six kings of Yin Feng, You Du, Ksitigarbha, Yama, Ping Ping, and Zhuan Lun and the Lord of the Four Directions. , the three days in front of me are the three emperors Haotian, Fuyue and Beiming. I only don’t know who the bright moon at night is showing.
The mountain is steep, and the walls stand thousands of feet high. In front of you, a large river winds eastward, roaring and tumbling, rushing into the deep valley. The solitary peaks on both sides tower into the clouds. The sky gate opens in the middle, and the words "hundred years old" are carved on the cliff head. On the left is "hundred years old", and on the right As the "ghost gate", the swords are drawn and the evil spirits are soaring to the sky.
Baisui Valley, the Gate of Hell.
The rumbling drums were deafening, and countless rafts carried monsters down the river, rushing from Guimen Pass into the Baisui Valley. On Qihe's orders, the Ghost Fire River led the monsters under his command as the vanguard and bore the brunt. Although he is a soldier who crosses the river under the Throne of Wheels, he has experienced hundreds of battles. The Lord of the West of the Abyss has been defeated repeatedly. Fan Bashan cannot be compared with Tudor. There is a huge disparity in strength in this battle, and he is bound to win.
The raft was ups and downs, and the Ghost Fire River was as smooth as walking on the ground. He turned back and glanced at the monsters under his command. With one general's success, all the bones were withered, and the cannon fodder would also be in the sky. If you don't go to the gate of hell, how can you know where your luck is! The pride in his chest gradually grew, and he stepped down hard on the Ghost Fire River. The raft rode the wind and waves, like an arrow from the string, and headed towards the ghost gate at the head of the horse.
While hundreds of boats were fighting for the current, something strange suddenly happened. The undercurrent at the bottom of the river surged rapidly, and the turbid water suddenly fell several feet. Countless reefs surfaced, and the canine teeth intertwined, smashing the raft into pieces. The army of monsters was caught off guard, like a thirsty man. Running into the spring, one fell into the water.
Onihuokawa gently touched the sole of his foot, and his blood steamed, branding a blood talisman. The raft flew up diagonally, passing over the ferocious reef like a bird, and then fell into the river again. In the midst of his busy schedule, he looked up and saw a huge toad guarding the door between two mountains and a river. Its pale belly was bulging high, its eyes were bulging, the water from the corner of its mouth was like a waterfall, and its throat was rumbling, " "Wow!" he shouted, spitting out half of the river's turbid water.
A water curtain was more than ten feet high, covering the sky and covering the sky. The river flowed backwards, and the monster army floated up and down, with countless casualties. Groups of ownerless blood and energy were scattered in all directions. The survivors were shocked and struggling in the turbid waves.
Wei Shiqi stood firmly on the raft, stretched out his hand, and blood energy gathered from all directions, condensing into a fist-sized blood drop. The breath was mixed and dripping around. He flicked his sleeves and casually sent the blood beads to Lao Ke. Lao Ke was overjoyed and hurriedly sucked it into his belly. His cheeks were red and he stumbled as if he was drunk. The wood thrush stretched out his hand to support him, unable to hide his envy.
