Xianghe

When they took the first step on the mountain, the ground under their feet began to shake.

This mountain is like a sensitive living body, which cannot withstand the touch of others. Once touched, it can't wait to roll and move.

The ground under my feet seemed to be turned upside down, and I couldn't stand firm at all. Once the little pointer stepped on it, it was almost thrown to the ground by the ground.

"Come up." Yuan Qinghui summoned the wild auspicious cloud he used before, and stretched out his hand to the little pointer that was about to fall off the mountain.

The little pointer followed Yuan Qinghui's hand numbly, and jumped onto his auspicious cloud.

They lay on the auspicious clouds and crawled against the mountain wall until they were almost halfway up the hillside before the mountain stopped shaking.

"It may be more difficult to deal with than the last one. Pay special attention to the surrounding environment and be careful of things in the fog." Yuan Qinghui frowned.

Although the little pointer is always very big on weekdays, after all, it is a monster that has only lived for a thousand years, and it is not ambiguous about the matter of survival. It immediately sat with Yuan Qinghui's back, and stared at the things behind him astutely .

All the way to the top of the mountain safely.

For the time being, they dare not jump off Xiangyun, for fear that the monster will throw them off again.

After confirming the safety of the surrounding area, the little pointer made another trick to further confirm the location of Xianghe.

"He's at the top of the tree tower!" Little Pointer said.

Yuan Qinghui concentrated, and drove Xiangyun towards the top of the tree tower.

"It's there!" The little pointer yelled in the direction indicated by the light, but without his instructions now, Yuan Qinghui was able to pass through the densely wound, but still had a slight gap. Among the tree towers, Xianghe was seen.

He seemed to be entangled by those vines, and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, hanging powerlessly in the tree tower, tightly entangled by those vines, and didn't know how to resist, with his eyes closed tightly, as if he was having some painful dream.

There was still a contrast between the light cyan clothes and the dark cyan vines, but now he was tightly entwined by the dense vines, almost blending with the vines.

One thing is very strange, is the color of the clothes he prepared for Xianghe really so light?Then I realized something: Was Xianghe's skin so white that it was almost transparent before?

Also, there were thorns visible to the naked eye on those vines, why didn't he see any bloodstains on his body when he was entangled with Xianghe?Obviously so delicate, the skin turns red when touched.

It seems to have noticed something.

The current Xianghe seems to be more like a stone statue, its body is slowly hardening and becoming transparent, like transparent glass.

Yuan Qinghui sensed that something was wrong, and took the sword that he had brought over to give to Xianghe, and slashed towards the tree tower.

As soon as the sword energy touched the tree tower, the whole mountain shook violently again, even the tree tower that trapped the fragrant grass shook violently.

The fragrant grass trapped in the tree tower was tightly entangled by the vines, so it would not be injured by the shaking of the tree tower. In fact, it is difficult for him to get hurt now.

The sword energy struck the tree tower, and the energy immediately disappeared. If it weren't for the shaking of the mountain, one would even doubt whether he had swung the sword just now.

Now Yuan Qinghui is very proficient, knowing that ordinary power can no longer hurt these monsters living in karma. Although he has never figured out why the inexplicable power can hurt these monsters, but now his The reason is not important anymore, as long as it works!

Yuan Qinghui skillfully gathered that strange yet familiar power in his hands again, lingered him on the sword, and swung him straight towards the tree tower.

"Ah ah--"

A sword with all its strength, enough to swallow mountains and rivers, split those vines in front of Xianghe with just one stroke!

After the vines were split open, the mountain shook even more, like the head of a soft-footed octopus. Without the wrapping of the vines in front, Xiang He's body shook slightly.

Yuan Qinghui saw clearly that after those vines pierced Xianghe's body, they slid slightly as if piercing a stone.

Xiang He has really turned into a stone now!

No, no, maybe it's not as simple as a stone. His clothes became dull and white, and his body became transparent. Even with such a big movement today, he still couldn't wake him up. Not only did he fall into sleep, but he was really like It's like an unconscious stone!

After being cut off by Yuan Qinghui, the vine slowly grew towards the middle, and it was about to heal again.

Yuan Qinghui swung up again with sword after sword, preventing those vines from trapping Xianghe again.

Driving the auspicious cloud through the split vines and approaching Xianghe, the little pointer also jumped off his auspicious cloud, stumbling on the constantly shaking ground, trying to stand firm, and wanting to help Yuan Qinghui stop the vine from continuing to grow, But when they touched the vine, they let out a soft cry together with Yuan Qinghui, and then moved away from the vine together.

Yuan Qinghui still didn't dare to touch the vine with his body on the Xiangyun, but he still didn't give up and chopped the vine with his sword, trying to pull Xianghe out of the vine, but those vines wrapped around Xianghe were stronger than others. The local ones are more tenacious, and no matter how hard you try, you can only cut off a little bit of scars.

Yuan Qinghui was dealing with the vines that were constantly surrounding him, while struggling to look at the vines around Xianghe, and kept shouting: "Xianghe! Wake up, Xianghe! Wake up!"

This vine is very bad, very bad, he not only traps Xianghe, he is still absorbing the vitality of Xianghe, the moment he touched this vine, he and the little pointer both found out, memory, Life force, the karma accumulated up to now, all these things that gods can't do, all these things are sucked away by you.

It was only for a moment, as if touching an unknowable abyss. There was a terrifying giant dragon in that abyss, and I was just a sad dragon that fell in mid-air in order to cross the abyss and was about to fall into the abyss. Antelope, that is a terrifying thing beyond cognition!Death, fear, and all negative dark things are coming like a tide, as if the self and mind will be wiped out by such darkness!

It's very bad, Xianghe can't continue to sleep like this, Yuan Qinghui touched Xianghe's exposed face, stiff and cold as ice.

"Wake up, Xianghe, don't sleep anymore!" Even though he knew that Xianghe might not be able to hear his cry, Yuan Qinghui was still struggling to cut those vines, while shouting desperately, wake up Wake up, wake up quickly, if you sleep again, you will really sleep forever.

But now no matter how loud the voice is, Yuan Qinghui seems to be talking to a stone, unable to receive a response.

He could only cut down those vines even more desperately. In such a cold weather, he was dripping with sweat. The sweat on his forehead flowed into his eyes, which hurt from the piercing of his eyes, and the sweat from the tip of his nose dripped while waving. When it reached Xianghe's face, it quickly slid down as if it had slipped onto a smooth ice crystal.

"Xianghe! Please! Wake up! Don't sleep!"

Accompanied by the last hoarse cry, a crisp sound came from his hand, the light sword in Yuan Qinghui's hand snapped, and the broken sword tip jumped onto Xianghe's body, cutting off his body abruptly took a piece.

Fortunately, it was only his clothes that were cut off, and fortunately, he didn't hurt his body too much. Yuan Qinghui threw away the sword in a hurry.

When he pulled the vines around Xianghe, Yuan Qinghui felt a deep fear, as if he was the antelope that was about to fall into the abyss, and the next second, the consciousness would pass away with life .

But at this moment, the person in front of him suddenly opened his eyes: "Yuan... Qinghui?"

It seemed that he was a little puzzled by Yuan Qinghui's appearance, but after a while, he seemed to realize something immediately. Even though his whole body was bound, he still shouted to him with all his strength: "Let go! Don't touch this thing!"

He didn't have much strength, and the voice he yelled was extremely small, but he had almost exhausted the man's strength, and after he finished speaking, he lowered his head powerlessly.

Yuan Qinghui immediately backed away when he heard the words, and let go of the vine in his hand, but the moment he let go, the vine seemed to be retracting again.

Yuan Qinghui took out the "sewing box" at his waist, released the sharp silver thread, and the "needle" in his hand immediately turned into a sharp blade: "Let him go!"

The little pointer behind him wanted to help Yuan Qinghui, but he didn't know how to use Yuan Qinghui's strange power, and he couldn't hurt the vine at all, so he could only jump up and down on the mountain while maintaining his balance, while He encouraged Yuan Qinghui vigorously.

He watched Yuan Qinghui take out his "magic weapon", just for a moment, when he saw that Xianghe was awake, he used all his strength to pull Xianghe from the vine come out.

No, no, this is not all his strength, he pulled Xianghe out, hugged him in his arms, and then, like a monkey that can't finish his strength, he was more alive than himself, pushing his toes hard, struggling Kick it on the mountain!

With almost every kick, I could hear a sound that could reach the inside of the mountain. The mountain under my feet was trembling, as if a person was being beaten. From the beginning of violent resistance and violent shaking, and then gradually He was beaten so honestly that he lost the strength to even move.

However, Yuan Qinghui seemed to have inexhaustible strength. Every kick made people feel that he had exerted all his life's strength, and the next kick would only use more force than the previous kick!

Until the end, the mountain didn't even dare to move, like a fallen octopus, even the upper half of the mountain was powerlessly hanging down.

It seemed that he had finally vented enough, and the mountain was really beaten up, and he didn't dare to move.

Xianghe's body in his arms is still as cold as a stone sculpture, even though he was so angry just now, it didn't make the person's body warm up a bit, even though he was so angry just now, looking at the person in his arms When she was there, her face changed in a second, and she returned to her usual gentle appearance.

"How about Xianghe? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Xianghe's body is as stiff as a rock, it seems impossible to let him walk by himself, but this guy always likes to be brave, little pointer is the most clear.

"It's okay." Xianghe struggled to get out of Yuan Qinghui's arms, but the moment he pushed him away, he was about to fall down weakly.

His body was so stiff that it was difficult to move his arms. Seeing this, Yuan Qinghui immediately supported him.

It seems that the consciousness is still a little unclear, Xianghe shook his head vigorously, trying to wake himself up, then pressed Yuan Qinghui's chest and came out trying to stand up straight: "It's okay, I've got what I want, Go back quickly."

Yuan Qinghui still stared at him worriedly, he smiled weakly, and was about to climb up Yuan Qinghui's auspicious cloud.

"--Be careful!"

When the little pointer yelled that sentence in horror, it was already too late.