Chapter 800

The closer we get, the colder we get.

"Almost there, almost there." Wen Yihuan said.

His beard was shaking.

Gao Ge turned to look at him and frowned a little.

At this time, the face of the beard is as bad as it is, and the lips are purple with cold.

So he simply took out another burning bead and handed it to his beard. These are the inventory left after he went to the snow secret place last time. Burning beads can be regarded as treasures everywhere, but they are everywhere in the snow secret place, so they are not valuable.

"This is..." the beard was a little confused.

"Eat directly." Said in a deep voice.

The beard decisively picked up the beads of inflammation and sent them to the entrance.

When Yanzhu went down, Gaoge immediately began to cross into the power of the stars. Otherwise, Yanzhu's medicine can really toss her beard to death. It feels like she's roasted. Gaoge doesn't feel comfortable looking back now.

After dissolving the excess medicine, his beard and face also improved. He immediately realized that what Gao Song had just given himself was a good thing, so he was grateful. He just wanted to say something, but he was interrupted by Gao Song's wave.

"Go back and let's go on."

"Good!" His beard nodded hard, and tears were still in his eyes.

Comparison, comparison again!

He wanted to kill Song Yang more and more.

More importantly, at this moment, he has secretly decided that his life no longer belongs to him. As long as he can see it, he is ready to die at any time. If it had been in the past, he would have felt that the so-called "scholar dies for his confidant" was a great joke, but now, he suddenly realized how correct this sentence was and how long he had known himself? Moreover, feeling his conscience, he may be useful, but as long as he sings loudly and is willing, he can borrow more talents from Song Yuan at any time. What is he?

But even so, Gao Ge is still willing to eat the bead he doesn't know how precious it is.

Isn't that enough?

What is such a master, even if he goes through fire and water?

If Gaoge knows what he thinks at this time, he will feel speechless.

He just doesn't want to waste any more time

When the beard said he would not have any problems, Wen Yihuan took the people to continue walking, but for a long time, he could hear the sound of "ticking, ticking".

Wen Yihuan was overjoyed and shouted, "I'm right, I'm right..."

In fact, although Wen Yihuan has the ability, he is certainly not an expert in acupoint stealing. Entering the mausoleum is actually a kind of discipline for him. He can only keep exploring and slowly prove his theory with practice. This behavior is like a mathematician who gets the correct answer after a series of mathematical derivation formulas, So as to produce a deep sense of satisfaction and achievement.

Seeing Wen Yihuan so excited, Gao Ge also put down a big stone in his heart.

He also knows that Wen Yihuan is not as reliable as expected in this regard, but now, judging from Wen Yihuan's performance, at least their inference is correct and they have not done useless work.

Because of his excitement, Wen Yihuan's steps accelerated a lot. After passing through a narrow channel with his head down, you can see a rock dripping with water, and a shallow puddle has accumulated below.

"This is it!" Wen Yihuan turned his face and said to Gao Ge. When he spoke, he looked a little dancing and looked like a child who had passed the exam. "You see, the dripping stone is Longyan stone. Moreover, the water ice is bitter cold. That's why he feels cold here."

Wen Yihuan said this, swallowed his saliva and continued: "as long as we find here, we can find students. However, it will be relatively dangerous here."

Hearing this, the Earth Dragon seemed a little incomprehensible.

"Since it is said that this is a student, why is it still dangerous?"

Wen Yihuan looked at him, coughed and said calmly, "life is also death, death is also life. This is the door of life, but it is also a death hole."

"..." the Earth Dragon looked blankly.

Singing and a beard are no better.

Wen Yihuan said tirelessly, "this is a mausoleum. You can regard it as a Yin House. The place where we live is called Yang house. If you think about it, a place suitable for building Yang house is certainly not suitable for mausoleum, a place suitable for burying the dead, and a house. It's easy to explain."

Gao Ge and others did show a look of enlightenment, probably because Wen Yihuan was also a teacher in Haicheng Xiuxian college before, so when explaining these things, he can always use the most popular sentences to make things as concise and comprehensive as possible. The students of Haicheng Xiuxian college can understand, not to mention them?

"A heavy landscape, a heavy danger, a heavy Xuanmen, a heavy sky..." Wen Yihuan recited, still holding the compass left by his master in his hand, pacing back and forth in the narrow space.

Gao Ge lit a cigarette. The fireworks flickered in the dark environment. When Wen Yihuan stopped, a cigarette had already smoked to his butt.

"Here it is." Wen Yihuan stepped on the soft soil under his feet, turned to sing and said, "come here, I need you to do me a favor."

"Kick you?" Sing and smile, and move forward.

"Step on it." A strange expression appeared on Wen Yihuan's face.

Singing and frowning, I always feel something wrong. However, I did it step by step.

He ran the power of the stars in his body and poured it into his right leg. Even if he fell with one foot, he suddenly had a sense of weightlessness. He vaguely heard Wen Yihuan's malicious laughter. When he fell to the ground, he heard Wen Yihuan say to the Earth Dragon and beard, "we can jump down now. Sing high, you stay away!"

Sing: "

When Wen Yihuan jumped down, Gao Ge immediately went up and gave a foot.

"Cough, don't you think it's very exciting?" Wen Yihuan patted the dust on his ass and said.

While talking, he looked around and suddenly found that there was a stone bridge not far away. Under the stone bridge, there was a winding river.

"Yes, it's here. It's the place leading to the ghost sect..." Wen Yihuan touched his chin and looked at the stone bridge. His eyes were like appreciating a perfect work of art.