Chapter 238

Jiang Guonan, deep in the mountains.

In the evening, the red sun as high as the mountain can no longer spread the sun into the mountains. Only the poor little light in the sky can fall into them through the dense branches and leaves of trees.

Deep in the mountains, it was dark.

The trees here are cold resistant and evergreen all the year round. Other areas have long withered branches, but here is still green, and the singing of warblers is turning around.

The mountains are quiet and peaceful.

The sky in the distance was stained with red clouds, as if a fire was burning. It was extremely bright, in sharp contrast to this forest.

The sun slowly set down the mountain, and many dark places had appeared in the sky. When the sun fell halfway up the mountain, a little light suddenly appeared in the dark sky.

As soon as the light appeared, it quickly enlarged. When it came near, it was a streamer, in which there was a faint figure.

It was a burly man, but he looked a little depressed at this time.

His clothes were ragged, with many huge cracks, and his skin was covered with scars and blood.

At his left shoulder, a huge wound spread all the way to his right lower abdomen, as if to separate him, in which there was an endless stream of black gas.

The big man clenched his teeth and flashed. He immediately fell into a forest. He stood with both fingers of his right hand and nodded several times to his body. The color of pain on his face was relieved a lot.

He looked up and looked around, and then looked at the sky through the gap between the branches and leaves. When he saw nothing unusual, he was relieved, sat cross legged and closed his eyes.

After about half a cup of tea, he opened his eyes, coughed suddenly, and a mouthful of black blood gushed out.

The black blood splashed on some dead leaves on the ground, and suddenly curled up a curl of black smoke. Those dead leaves were eroded clean in the blink of an eye, and even the ground sank a little.

The middle-aged man was very calm about this. He not only didn't panic at all, but also showed a happy look on his face.

He nodded several times to his body again, sealed the important acupoints, and immediately waved his hand and played a blue light.

The green light surrounded him and shrouded him in it, forming a round cover. For a time, it isolated him from the outside world. The breeze in the mountains blew from here, but could not shake a strand of his hair.

It seemed that this was not enough. The big man pondered for a moment and immediately stretched out his hand to pat on his waist. Suddenly, several pieces of orange Rune paper appeared in his hand. He chanted words in his mouth, and his spiritual power passed through his right hand and injected into the rune paper.

"Whew, whew, whew!"

Several sounds broke through the air, and those talismans were all shot out, fell on the cyan mask on all sides, and then turned into a little light and integrated into it.

After all this, the big man was completely relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's getting darker and darker.

The setting sun at the end is more and more bright and red, like blood in the heart. The heavy breath makes people out of breath.

The sky is half dark, and the extension of this mountain is no different from that at night. Because it is inaccessible all year round, there is not even a path, there is no gap between the trees, and the only light can't penetrate at all.

I don't know when the roar of birds and animals fell silent. The dead silence of the whole mountain forest made people afraid.

Suddenly, some waves appeared in the air in the distance.

A small black spot appeared in the setting sun, but it disappeared after a few breaths. When it reappeared, it was already over the mountains. This man.

If Yang Xuan were here, he would recognize him.

It was the thin old road who had fought with them before.

"Hum! I'm good at running, but since it's ordered, I can't keep you. I just hope those people can keep their word. Otherwise, I'll lose a lot if the little guy runs away."

He said to himself, and immediately looked at the mountains below. The two raised eyeballs were covered with blood, as if they would die suddenly at any time.

After a long time, the thin old Taoist frowned: "hiss! No."

He shook his head, looked back and forth several times, and then closed his eyes. The wisps of spiritual power gushed out of his thin trunk, as if there was no end, and floated to the huge mountain below.

These spiritual powers are very loose and have no power at all. They float away in all directions like hairsprings in the air.

Among the trees, the man who was crossing his legs to recover suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the sky if he felt something.

The sight there was completely blocked by the branches and leaves of the trees, but he didn't feel it, as if his eyes could penetrate it.

A moment later, his eyebrows frowned, "Damn it!"

The big man scolded and clenched his fists. The huge spiritual power gathered together. The spiritual pressure emitted from it was frightening.

However, although he was ready to go, the middle-aged man's face was a little nervous, and a lot of cold sweat gathered on his forehead and fell down along the tip of his nose, but he didn't know it.

The wisps of hairspring passed through the thick trees and floated to his front. It was the spiritual power of the thin old Taoist priest. Although it was scattered now, it still had a trace of connection with him.

And this connection is enough for people at their level.

The man's face was serious, his eyes were staring at the hairsprings, and the ragged clothes on his back were soaked with sweat.

The blue light curtain around him had already faded, which was very difficult to see even in the dark.

In contrast, those thin hairsprings are more conspicuous, like fluorescent thin lines, all over the trees.

The hairspring floated slowly until it came to the outside of the big man's cover. When it came into contact with the dark blue light cover, it slipped close to it. It was very soft and had no sense of compulsion.

When the big man saw this scene, he was relieved. He immediately stopped paying attention to it, but took the time to recover his cultivation.

Over the mountains.

"Eh? The breath disappeared here. Why can't you feel it?"

The Taoist's eyebrows almost twisted into a twist. No matter how he felt, there was no change in the mountain forest.

"That's all."

After a long time, he shook his head and waved his hand. Countless hairsprings below suddenly dissipated in the air. At the same time, a black fog flew out at his waist. After surging and changing, a figure appeared.

It was one of them who had fought with Yang Xuan. Most of his body had decayed and could not see the details.

"Roar!"

The shrill roar echoed in the mountains.