Xianghe

It should have been known a long time ago, this man has never let himself worry, especially after leaving him, it seems that as long as he leaves him for a while, he can make something big for himself.

It took Yuan Qinghui only a few days to return to the Heavenly Palace. When he came down, he heard what Little Finger and Little Jinwa said. He left a letter behind his back and went to the next monster.

Crazy, simply crazy, what kind of strength does he have? Doesn't he have points?He rushed to the next place without even absorbing the last shell, and didn't even bring a helper. Is he really desperate?

"Maybe, it's because the order from Tiangong has been handed down, which makes Brother He feel a little bit chilled."

Xiao Jinwa's words made the atmosphere here more delicate.

On the one hand, he felt that this person was dead.At the same time, I feel that this person is really...only messed up because of that person.

Somewhat weakly, he sat down on the stool and rubbed his temples wearily: "Do you know the possible destination?"

The little pointer shook his head helplessly.

But Xiao Jinwa seemed to have discovered something.

Xiao Jinwa took out a map: "After finding out that Brother He was missing, Little Finger and I have been researching for a long time. It is indeed difficult to find, but we have some clues."

"Ok?"

"The three places we visited did not form a regular pattern, they just occupied different places. The snake in the south didn't even have a fixed location, and it kept going through the karma. However, the snake that entered his body The entrance has a fixed place. If you connect these points, then you will find—"

Yuan Qinghui's attention was also mobilized by him: "What?"

"There are no rules."

"..." Xiao Jinwa said these words with such an innocent face, Yuan Qinghui really wanted to hit him...

"That's why we've been waiting for you."

"Huh?" This made Yuan Qinghui a little curious.

"I need your help to find Brother He."

Yuan Qinghui sat up straight: "How to say?"

"Brother Qinghui, do you have something very important to Brother He?"

Yuan Qinghui turned his mind around, didn't think of anything, thought again, and took out the light sword: "Does this count?"

Little Pointer's eyes lit up immediately: "Isn't this the kid's sword from before? Forget it, of course forget it!"

Yuan Qinghui put the sword on the table, but he didn't expect that he would use it as soon as he found it. Could it be too much of a coincidence?

"Okay, this is it."

Little Finger took the sword, put it in his hand, pinched a sword in his hand, and then muttered something.

I saw the gossip on the forehead of the pointer suddenly turned very fast, and the momentum even made people feel that they were about to fly out.

But I saw that the gossip actually flew out!

I saw that the gossip flew out of the forehead of the little pointer, and it was still spinning continuously, and then it turned bigger and bigger, and it even became bigger than the person of the little pointer.

Yuan Qinghui stunned Linshen, and saw clearly, it wasn't that the gossip had become bigger, but there was an afterimage around the gossip, with faint mana shining on it.

Seemingly puzzled, Yuan Qinghui took a step back and looked at the little pointer suspiciously. Xiao Jinwa also retreated to Yuan Qinghui's side, explaining: "The little pointer is born in one body and is one of the two bodies of the eight trigrams. They are the best at connecting with each other.”

Seeming to understand a little bit, Yuan Qinghui nodded.

The afterimage of the gossip that flew out seemed more like a formation, and after a while, a black and white "light" appeared on the sword in the palm of the little pointer.

The light came out from the hilt of the sword, passed through the gossip, and extended behind the pointer.

But it just stretched a little, and then suddenly broke.

Little Pointer put away the gossip on his forehead, and returned the sword to Yuan Qinghui: "No, although this was the thing most tied to him in the past, but now it is full of other people's breath, and his whereabouts cannot be traced."

"Breath?" Yuan Qinghui asked with some doubts, "Why do you have to use a sword? Isn't his clothes okay?"

The little pointer said helplessly: "If the clothes were okay, we would have gone there long ago, why are we waiting here for you so helplessly."

The little pointer sat down anxiously, and it was Xiao Jinwa's turn to explain to Yuan Qinghui: "Things that can be detected need a great force of karma, and those things that pass through a few days and are thrown away by you Clothes are simply external objects, and have not been involved with him enough. Perhaps the clothes that have been born and died with Brother He can be as useful as his saber, but they have been thrown away by you long ago. Let's go When I got it back, there was no smell of Brother He on it."

Little Jinwa also had a headache: "This is really troublesome, even if you don't have it on your body, there is really no way to save Brother He."

Yuan Qinghui sat down around the table with the two of them, almost understanding what the little pointer needs in order to find Xianghe, something external to him that can have enough karma with Xianghe, for example, the saber with which he was born and died , even damaged clothing—

Wait, he seems to have a clue.

Yuan Qinghui slapped the table suddenly: "I have something for you to try again!"

Yuan Qinghui took out a small magic weapon from his waist, and took out something crystal clear like amber from the magic weapon.

With a "click", the "amber" was opened, and a piece of rag fluttered out from inside.

That was when they dealt with the first old monster together, Xianghe tore off the cuff to cover his forehead, and he kept it carefully since then, because he was afraid that only his own breath would be left on it. He even carefully sealed it up with dust-proof beads. After that, Yuan has been by Xianghe's side and almost never cared about it, but it has always been carefully stored in his pocket, and he has never been willing to clean it. Open it now, and you should still be able to smell the scent of sweetgrass.

This is the cloth on the clothes that I was born and died with Xiang He, and it should be usable.

The little pointer expressed doubts about this, but Yuan Qinghui pressed him to try it.

This time I tried it, and it worked.

A black and white intertwined light emanated from the rag, although it was faint, it was enough to indicate the direction.

"Walk--"

After a long shout, they didn't even leave the gate. The three rushed straight forward, kicked out a "door", and rushed in a straight line to the direction pointed by the rag.

"How to get in?"

It seems that they have found the location of Xianghe, but the previous problem is still in front of them, how to get in here?

The "light" suddenly disappeared in a certain place, not broken, but disappeared.

If it is broken, there is a node like an incision, but it is different when it disappears. There is a vague and unclear dividing line, which makes people feel like it is swallowed by fog.

Yuan Qinghui reached out and touched the place where the light disappeared, it was a bit cold, as if it was snowing.

Turning around, he said, "Little Jinwa, you wait for us outside, I will go in with the pointer, try to get as far away as possible, don't get too close here to avoid being involved."

"Yeah." As the weakest little Jinwa, she listened to Yuan's suggestion and ran back in a very sensible way.

"go!"

The little pointer leading the way rushed in first, and Yuan Qinghui followed behind him, rushing into the unknown world without the slightest hesitation.

Snow, a lot of snow.

The overwhelming snow almost filled the whole world——

No, it doesn't seem to be snow.

It's just cold, it's just cold, but those white hazy things seem more like fog, which has no real feeling when touched, and fills the whole world.

His vision became blurred, and he couldn't see anything ten meters away.

The small pointer in front of the pathfinder followed the straight line guided by the light, accidentally bumped into something and fell to the ground, then got up numbly and continued to move forward.

The faint light became more and more intense, as if it was about to arrive, and the pace of the two became more eager.

"stop--"

The little pointer suddenly stopped in front, stopping Yuan Qinghui who was about to overtake him and rush forward.

Yuan Qinghui turned his head and saw the pointer demon who rarely showed such a serious expression.

Looking in the direction where the pointer demon was frowning, he raised his head and saw not far ahead, a black shadow as high as a mountain under the thick fog.

Yuan Qinghui lowered his head and wiped his eyes, as if his eyes were dazzled by the cold "fog", and there was a little dew on his eyelashes, which made him a little unclear about the front.

After wiping his eyes, Yuan Qinghui could see clearly that it was a mountain standing in the thick fog, and on the mountain, at the highest part, there were vines that grew vigorously upward and twisted like a tower, and the little pointer hand The light from the sky, even though it was far away and swallowed into the thick fog, was still vaguely visible, and he finally pointed to the tree tower on the high mountain.

Yuan Qinghui stunned Linshen, and put his eyes on the front of his eyes. They were only more than ten feet away from the high mountain.

"Go up."