Quick Travel: Cannon fodder is not mixed in

Zhang Yuan took out his bamboo hat, put it on his head to block the sea urchin, and started to fight with the strange old man.

"According to you, everyone in this world should die."

"Hmph, there are always people who are righteous and don't covet him." The strange old man hummed softly.

Zhang Yuan was unconvinced: "You have justice in your heart? Do you want to get something good when you see it? The so-called not coveting it is just an excuse for lack of ability. Those who are truly capable dare to act, act, rob, and show ambition."

well.

The sea urchin turned into thunder and fire, burning his bamboo hat. He was so frightened that he jumped around and almost fell into the sea.

"nonsense!"

Fortunately, Zhang Yuan had sharp eyes and quick hands, and he avoided the thunder and fire with fear. He argued: "You think this is nonsense, but look at the people and things in this world. Is this the truth?"

no answer.

I don't know if he was thinking about it or just too lazy to pay attention to him.

Zhang Yuan ran away, but he didn't want to miss the opportunity. What if this strange old man knew the location of Kunpeng's blood?

All in all, the thing must be obtained, otherwise he will not be able to go back and quickly escape the game, and will stay in this small world forever, or he will keep chasing Jiuchi and Lingbao.

That's what hurts the most.

Now, I am just burned a few times by the illusory thunder and fire, I can bear it as long as I can.

While he was comforting himself in his heart, he was looking for the door to life. This technique was exaggerated and blocked all the doors to life. It seemed that once he entered, there would be no way out.

After the clothes were burned, the voice appeared again.

"If you admit your mistake now and leave Laoshan, I will let you go. If you are still stubborn, you will have no choice but to die here."

Zhang Yuan smiled bitterly: "I've come in, but you won't let me see Kunpeng's blood. I won't accept it."

"Ha! Shameless kid, you dare to seek Kunpeng's blood. Damn it!"

The strange old man was furious, and the sea water gradually turned black, like an ugly monster, tearing and opening its bloody mouth in an attempt to devour Chang Yuan.

At the same time, a small mountain of meteorites fell from the sky. It looked like it was going to kill Zhang Yuan.

"I strangled him, just for real!"

No matter how hard he tried to dodge this time, he couldn't avoid it. The object was big enough to cover ten of him.

Now it seems that his life is over and he must die!

At the critical moment, Zhang Yuan showed resentment in his eyes, gritted his teeth and jumped into the sea.

Bang!

"what!"

He yelled, holding his head in his hands and yelling.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that there was a sea somewhere. Now he was lying in the creek. His head just hit the stone next to him. When he reached out and touched it, he now had a sharp head.

"What a powerful illusion!"

Only when you really struggle out and become a bystander can you realize the horror of the illusion. If you are immersed in it, all the emotions are mobilized, and it is undoubtedly real.

Zhang Yuan got up and wrung out the water stains on his clothes. Fortunately, the weather here was mild, otherwise he would have been cold to death.

Even though he has clothes in his space, he can't change them in broad daylight. It's really indecent.

His thoughts passed by like a horse watching a lantern, and he stepped on the regular stones step by step to leave the stream and reach the other side.

The clouds and fog dispersed, and when I took a closer look, I could see the endless steps.

Zhang Yuan was at a loss for words. He had traveled through so many small worlds. It seemed that some sects liked to play this kind of trick, as if without steps, they would not be tall enough or powerful enough.

The more steps there are, the more distinguished the identity is.

This damn tacit understanding.

After complaining, there were still steps to climb, so Zhang Yuan accepted his fate and climbed up.

However, as soon as he walked up, he rolled up his sleeves and trembled all over: "Is this ghost place deliberately targeting me? The sun was shining brightly just now, but I just walked up the steps and the cold wind blew?"

Later, this ghost place proved with actual actions that this was the case.

The weather gets colder every time you go up the stairs. Even if you go back, it won't help. You might as well go up quickly and get rid of this damn cold.

Halfway through the journey, Zhang Yuan no longer cared about indecency. He took off his clothes, changed into his underwear and cotton-padded clothes, and covered his whole body with baby warmers. Only then did he have the courage to continue walking up.

"Zhang Yuan, the Kunpeng blood you want is in my hand. Stop. As long as you choose to stop, I will give you Kunpeng's blood."

At this time, a white-haired woman suddenly appeared in front of him, waving to him kindly.

Zhang Yuan kept stamping his feet: "Do I look easy to deceive? Please give in quickly. If you delay me, I will have to put on more clothes."

He was ready to rush to the top of the mountain in one go, but the longer he delayed, the more uncomfortable he became.

Obviously, the white-haired woman did not let him go so easily and ran with him.

"Don't you want Kunpeng's blood? I can give it to you. Why are you going up there?"

"Go up to eat, didn't you know? Your boss invited me to dinner and is waiting for me." Zhang Yuan said confidently.

The white-haired woman tilted her head and asked him, "Do I look stupid?"

"Not stupid." Zhang Yuan shook his head, running out of breath and having to answer questions. He was really tired.

Suddenly, the person beside him disappeared. The coldness gave him no time to react, so he hit a wall, was ejected, and rolled several times on the steps before he stabilized.

His nose was bruised and his face was swollen from the fall. He propped his trembling hands on the ground and slowly raised his head.

The white-haired woman stood proudly above: "Leave, this is not the place you should be."

Changyuan Buddha.

"Don't you old guys like to rely on your old age to show off your old age?"

He slowly got up, looking embarrassed.

"What did you say?" The white-haired woman was displeased.

Zhang Yuan flexed his muscles: "I respect you, so I always act according to your rules, but you don't seem to respect the rules you set."

Hearing this, the white-haired woman sneered: "Since we have made the rules, we naturally have the final say on when to change them and what they will become."

"I'll give you three breaths, if you don't leave, die!"

The wind and snow changed violently, turning into a murderous knife, cutting through the ear without leaving any trace.

Zhang Yuan half-crouched and rushed forward. When he arrived, his sword was already unsheathed.

The silver light flashed across, more beautiful than snowflakes and more lethal. The Changhong Sword penetrated the white-haired woman's body without hurting her at all.

When the sword fell, the white-haired woman retreated to a higher position. If you look closely, you can see that the hands on her side are trembling faintly, and her pupils are solemn.

After a while, she moved out of the way, revealing the road.

"You can go up."

Zhang Yuan put away his sword and said frankly: "I don't like your attitude."

"Same." The white-haired woman said to him before leaving.

Zhang Yuan continued to move up and did some exercise. He was not as cold as before.

The white-haired woman slowly walked down to the creek. On the rock that had caused Zhang Yuan to suffer, an old man was sitting with a raincoat in his pocket and a fishing rod in his hand.

"He went up."

"His sword is good, you can go up." The white-haired woman replied.

The old man threw down a handful of fish food: "Blow out those guys outside. A group of shrimp soldiers and crabs will come in and do what they want. They are being used as stepping stones for others."

"Okay." The white-haired woman here seems to be easy to talk to.