Long Aotian is not happy today

The moment the competition was announced, the elder quickly lifted the lid of the wooden box.

Countless gorgeous light balls floated out of the box, floating in the air like fireflies, and were blown away by the howling mountain wind, slowly floating towards the crowd.

In the front row, a disciple raised his hand and grabbed a ball of light.

The light faded, and a quaint token appeared in his hand, and the writing on the token appeared:

[Mission: Hunt three demonic whales and take their spiritual cores]

The Demon Abyss Whale is a unique spirit beast in the Xuanwu Mountains. It is mostly born in deep lakes. It is huge in size but extremely agile.If you want to hunt such spirit beasts, you must have a deep understanding of water spells and be able to restrain their sensitive reaction speed.

In other words, this is by no means an easy task.

But the disciple who accepted the task just frowned, exchanged a look with his partner, and immediately set off and rushed towards the forest.

The disciples who can be selected to represent the peak sect are all good people in the master's sect. No matter how difficult the task is, they will only face it.

In the rear, as the ball of light spread, more and more tokens were intercepted by the disciples.After getting the task, they also set off immediately, using their magical powers, and ran in all directions.

Hang Xiao looked at the balls of light flying in the air with interest, and raised his hands high, trying to catch one of them.

But as soon as he raised his wrist, his palm suddenly sank—a ball of light rushed into his palm like an attracted magnet in a panic, as if throwing himself into a trap.

Hang Hour: "???"

He was a little strange, took the ball of light, wiped off the luster, looked at the token and whispered: "Explore the seam of Lingyuan...huh?"

This is not the mission given by the protagonist in the original text!

In the original text, the protagonist’s task is to hunt and kill three bloodthirsty paint geese, and he encountered a series of accidents on the way to hunt, and finally was trapped in the underground enchantment with the beautiful woman Cui Yuzhen. Fragrant plot...

Hang Xiao pursed his lips, and subconsciously turned his eyes to his side.

The captured mission has changed, doesn't it mean that he doesn't need to follow the original plot anymore?

He can let himself go, what can he explore with Ning Hong, the seam of Lingyuan?

As if he understood Hang Xiao's thoughts from his fiery eyes, Ning Hong raised his lips slightly, covered his long sleeves, and gently held their hands together.

"Let's go, go to this... crack in Lingyuan." He said softly.

"Okay!" Hang Xiao nodded again and again.

The seam in Lingyuan, as the name sounds, is obviously not a safe place.The plot has been changed, and they are likely to encounter unexpected dangers, but...

Hang Xiao tilted his head slightly, his eyes fixed on Ning Hong's side face.

The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly, covering the young man's jade-like side face with a layer of gold rim.

...With this person, no matter where, even if it is a real abyss of hell, he dares to join hands to break through.

……

Before the two set off, they inquired with others, and only then did they know that the crack in Lingyuan was actually at the northernmost edge of the Xuanwu Mountains.

Different from other disciples who walked in a hurry, Hang Shi and Ning Hong volleyed all the way, the speed was not only not slow, but also leisurely as if on vacation.

Looking down from a high altitude, you can have a panoramic view of the thousands of miles of Xuanwu Mountain.

The green color is continuous, the valley is winding, the long wind blows, the billowing pine waves are rolling up and down, and from the distant forest sea, there are a few pleasant cries of warblers.

Part of the place not covered by forests reveals brown land, and the shrubs are brightly colored and intertwined, creating a vibrant scene.

Most of the spirit beasts here have brown-black fur or iron-black shells.

...maybe it has something to do with the boundaries.

Hang Xiaoxiao knew in his heart that the further north they were at the moment, the closer they were to the Heavenly Demon Clan in the sealed world.

At this moment, crossing the mountains and passing through the jungle, he could vaguely feel that the aura in the air was gradually thinning out, and an unusually strange aura was gradually spreading.

The gray mist beside Ning Hong also became thicker.

The gray mist was lingering, and it also enveloped Hang Shi beside him.

The black dragon jumped out from under the skin, shuttled back and forth in the mist, and rolled happily.

To it, this area of ​​barren aura seemed like a paradise of freedom.

Seeing it playing happily, Hang Xiao couldn't help stretching out his fingers, and flicked it lightly on the forehead of Heijiao.

The black flood dragon flew outwards for a while after being bounced by him, and rolled in mid-air.

Then he straightened up in a daze, as if he didn't hold any grudges, and swam slowly towards Hang Shih. With his small head slightly lowered, he rubbed affectionately against Hang Shih's fingers.

Hangshi became very playful, and while teasing the black dragon, he sighed: "Brother Ning, the horns on your dragon's head are more obvious, when will you transform into a dragon?"

"Soon." Ning Hong looked back and said with a smile, "Touch it more, maybe it can melt faster."

touch?

Hang Shih stroked the smooth little head of the black flood dragon, and suddenly there was a flash in his mind, and he remembered something: "Brother Ning, this black flood dragon... I remember that it was the thoughts of your ghost cultivators, right?"

He was answered by a series of low-alcohol laughter.

Hang Xiao suddenly realized again.

As early as in Lunhan Secret Realm... no, earlier.

At that time, Ning Hong was still very reserved, on the surface he was not salty or indifferent, and ignored his seduction, but the black flood dragon had already shown great enthusiasm, sticking out his small tail from time to time, hooking his fingertips.

In other words, at that time, Ning Hong had already...

Covering his mouth, Hang Xiao was complacent, and rolled his eyes silently with a smile.

The beautiful phoenix eyes were shining brightly under the sky, and the wandering clouds were reflected in the obsidian pupils. He tilted his head slightly, leaned on Ning Hong's back inadvertently, and raised his hand to gently rest on Ning Hong's shoulder.

You are so arrogant, you still don't admit it.

In fact, you have long coveted me, right?

……

After traveling through the sky for more than half an hour, a long crack in the ground finally appeared in Hang Shi's vision.

The extreme peaks on both sides soared into the sky, like two sharp swords piercing the sky, and the crack in the center, like a devil crawling out of the abyss, tore the earth open with a hideous mouth.

It is deep and unfathomable.

Among the scorched stones, there are patches of brown shrubs, which are red like dried blood under the sun, and under the shrubs, there are small black flowers all over the place, with only a touch of tender white in the center of the flowers, like ghosts and ghosts. pupil.

The black mist gushed out from the cracks and dispersed in the sky. From a long distance, Hang Xiao felt a strange aura of coldness all over his body.

It was a breath of death and decay.

Trapped in a world where life is collapsing all the year round, the earth is dry and cracked everywhere. Only the strongest and bravest people can struggle desperately to find a glimmer of hope in such an environment.

Hang Xiao subconsciously clenched his palms.

"Brother Ning, is this... the seam of Lingyuan?"

"Yeah." Ning Hong nodded and said softly, "Probably so."

Hang Xiao thought to himself, their mission is to explore the seams—this word is used so delicately, what is it called exploration, is it to stand in the air and take a look, or to fall down to collect some soil and vegetation?

Or in other words, need them to sew deeply and observe the mystery?

Ning Hong's expression was a little serious.

He caressed his sleeves, and the black mist engulfed Hang Xiao, slowly drifting down from the air, and landed on the edge of the ground.

"Just look here. Be careful and don't run around."

"Okay." Hang Xiao nodded obediently, "Brother Ning, I think your black flood dragon likes this place very much. These black mist may help it transform. Let's wait here for a while."

A trace of hesitation flashed in Ning Hong's eyes, and he hesitated: "There is no need to take risks for this, let's observe for a while, or write and leave..."

"Oh, don't worry, the next task may not be as good as this one."

Hang Hour squatted carelessly on the ground, raising his hand to plan the small black and white flowers: "Brother Ning, these plants are very strange, if you let me observe them, they may be of some use."

For example, although this flower is strange, a special wave enveloped him the moment Hang Xiao approached.

He subconsciously felt that these flowers... would be a good tonic for the monk's spiritual power.

Ning Hong sat with his lapel folded, slowly absorbing the gray mist overflowing from the cracks in the ground.

Hang Shi turned into a gardener, dug out the black flowers one by one from the ground, and threw them into the storage space.

It is strange to say that the shape of the flower is so weird, but the root system is a beautiful glaze color.

It seems that I have spent my whole life trying to preserve the most beautiful and precious things, just waiting for a certain day when I am lucky enough to be rescued from the ground and see the light of day.

...Hang Xiao didn't know why, but subconsciously used the word "save".

Perhaps subconsciously, he felt that these flowers produced such beautiful roots, not to bury them deep in the soil, but to hold back their energy, hoping that one day they would be seen by others.

Time passed quickly, and soon, Hang Xiao picked a bag full of small flowers.

The black flood dragon coiled in Ning Hong's palm also raised his head to the sky, let out a loud neigh, and the black mist around him suddenly became dense, as if it had substance.

After inhaling the black mist enough, diamond-like cut scales condensed all over its body, clean and bright, reflecting the brilliance in the sunlight. It changed from a gray little Wujiao to a beautiful colorful dragon.

"It's so beautiful!" Hang Xiao exclaimed.

Xiaolong flew around triumphantly, and rubbed Hang Shi's palm affectionately with his tail.

"It's just the effect of sunlight," Ning Hong said calmly, "It will still be black after a while."

"is it?"

Hang Xiao laughed heartily, and raised his hand silently. Xiaolong's head with horns, couldn't help raising his hand, and flicked the little guy's head again.

Duplicitous guy.

Obviously very happy!

"It's almost packed?" Ning Hong stood up and patted the dust on his body. "Let's go back and hand in the task?"

"okay!"

Hang Xiao readily agreed.

But as soon as the words fell, a sharp wind suddenly came from the ears of the two of them.

The extremely concealed wind, when it suddenly appeared, showed its murderous intent, breaking through the sky like lightning!

Before Ning Hong turned around, he suddenly froze in place.

In the corner of the eye, the stream of light burst from nowhere, as fast as a meteor, and hit Hang Shih's chest in an instant, and the torrent of aura rushed against the young man's body, knocking him to the side, under the abyss——

"Hour!"