The male god, he is handsome and cracks the sky [Quick time travel]

Unul Mountain, Fufeng County

The night is dark, and there is a half-curved cold moon hanging in the corner of the sky, and the sparse stars are shrouded in distant clouds and mist, which appear and disappear from time to time, if there is nothing.

The cold and silent twilight does not light up the thick darkness, but only faintly reveals a cold and blurred outline of the black mountain peak.

Amidst the howling wind, Ye Xiao's hoarse and mournful cry swayed from a distance, startling several birds in the nearby dark forest.

There is a rustling in the jungle, whether it's because of the night wind or the spying of the strange creatures hiding in it.

On the dilapidated trail meandering in the darkness, a few lights lit up in the distance, and the sound of gold and armor clashing could be faintly heard.

A group of soldiers was walking slowly on the barren path.

They are a team of about 30 people, all of them are tall and strong young men, wearing armor, with cold blades, walking forward quietly and orderly.

The leader is a young general in his early twenties, with a slender and tall figure, a tall and handsome man in black armor and black clothes, with eyebrows like swords, narrow eyes and deep eyes, not to mention calm and introverted.

Behind him was a middle-aged man with a gentle face. Although the man was quite refined, the gleam in his brows from time to time could not be underestimated.

This small group of soldiers is well-trained, with a bloody aura that cannot be concealed, they must be elite soldiers who have been on the battlefield, plus the whole army's black armor and black clothes, if anyone who has seen the world sees this group of soldiers , will definitely shout out in shock: ——Ling’s Black Armored Cavalry!

But this iron cavalry, which was so powerful and invincible in all directions on the Mobei battlefield, appeared on this Yunwei Mountain that made countless people silent.

Also known as - Demon Mountain.

"Yunwei Yaoshan, don't dare to talk at night."

……

The night became more and more intense, and there was boundless silence in the dark forest. The darkness seemed to be approaching step by step, and the depressed people couldn't breathe.

Even if those soldiers are warriors on the battlefield, heroes in the army, they can't help but feel hairy all over.

The middle-aged scribe swallowed his saliva, took a step forward slowly, and whispered in the young general's ear, "General...general, is there... really a demon here?"

The general glanced at him lightly, although he couldn't see any emotion, but the scribe immediately shut his mouth tightly.

Ling Mu turned his head back, although his expression was still calm, but he was quite helpless in his heart. How could anyone believe such a strange force?

Not only his trusted soldiers, but also the Queen Mother and Fei'er, if it wasn't for the pleas of his aunt and sister, he wouldn't have made a special trip to invite that person--Yao Dao.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound, which seemed rather abrupt in this eerily silent jungle. The sound of fallen leaves being crushed seemed to be "click" and "click" from louder to softer. getting closer.

At this time, even Ling Mu was secretly startled, but he quickly regained his composure, lowered his voice and hurriedly gave an order to the soldiers behind him: "Squeeze the formation! Stay vigilant! Prepare to defend!"

Those soldiers pulled out the long swords around their waists one after another, looking around nervously.

The voice got closer and louder, and finally stopped behind the bushes in front of everyone.

In the dead silence, the voices of several soldiers swallowing uncontrollably were quite loud.

Ye Xiao's desolate chirping stopped at some point, and dark clouds drifted past, covering the cold starlight and the crescent moon.

Without warning, palm-like shadows with teeth and claws suddenly protruded from the bushes, silent and swift, cold and ghostly.

As those shadows slowly approached the soldiers' bodies, the soldiers finally couldn't suppress the fear in their hearts, and began to shout frantically. They began to take out their swords and stab those shadows, but they could never touch those invisible creatures. The black palm of the body can only hurt the body of himself and the people around him.

The screams and howls came and went one after another, and they were particularly horrific and terrifying in the dark and dense night.

Ling Mu was filled with shock. Even though he never believed in such invisible ghosts, the facts in front of him forced him to disbelieve. He furrowed his handsome brows tightly, with a serious expression on his face, and shouted loudly: "Calm down!" ! Retreat!"

Then he turned his head and said to the pale-faced scribe behind him hurriedly, "Where's the torch? Try using fire!"

But at this time, it is useless to say or do anything. People have been completely dominated by fear.

The shadows spread wildly, devouring the bodies of the soldiers unscrupulously.

Suddenly, a group of flames that seemed to be burning jumped out of the bushes, and within a few steps, they came in front of the group of soldiers, blocking them and the shadow.

The shadow paused, as if seeing a natural enemy, it slowed down its pace of attack.

The fiery red burning became more and more intense and hot. I saw it took a step forward and let out an indescribable scream.

The shadow that had been acting recklessly before with its teeth and claws trembled suddenly, shrank back, and then ran back into the bushes as if fleeing.

Silence returned to the jungle.

The soldiers who were still in shock were gasping for breath. When they took a closer look, the fiery red ball turned out to be a little red fox.

The little fox is only about the size of a palm, with a fluffy and soft tail that is two body lengths, black and clear eyes, and a small and exquisite body that is light and sharp.

It flicked its big tail, took a few steps forward, then turned around and stared at everyone.

The scribe, whose face was still pale, swallowed in disbelief, and said softly, "It...it can't be signaling us...to follow, right?"

As if the little fox understood what he said, he rolled his eyes greatly, then took a few steps forward, turned around and continued to look at them, his black eyes were full of contempt and urging.

The scribe was completely petrified, and he really felt that he needed to slow down, so he turned his head slowly with a sullen face, wanting to ask Ling Mu's opinion.

Although Ling Mu's heart was still turbulent, he still nodded and led the team of soldiers to follow.

After all, this mountain is too weird. If you continue to stay here, you may end up dead. Since the little fox can kill the shadow very easily, it must not be too difficult to kill them. Instead of waiting to die here, it is better to fight Just follow it.

Years of fighting on the battlefield and seeking for survival in desperate situations have allowed Ling Mu to think calmly even in the most terrifying environment, and make decisions that maximize benefits, that's why he is called the God of War.

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The night wind howled, and the cold moon was silent.

The little fox ran forward lightly and nimbly, and turned around from time to time to see if the people behind him were following.

Ling Mu led the team closely behind it, for fear of losing track.

Suddenly, the little fox sped up his speed and jumped into the jungle on one side.

Ling Mu and the others couldn't help being taken aback, and hurried to catch up, but when they pushed through the woods and followed with difficulty, the little fox had disappeared.

The faces of the soldiers were covered with a layer of despair, and even Ling Mu couldn't help showing a bit of annoyance.

At this moment, a clear and clear voice came through the night, like a lingling spring water, hitting the rings: "Your Excellency must be General Ling Muling. I don't know if you come to visit late at night, what's your business?"

Ling Mu and the others turned their heads abruptly when they heard the sound, but couldn't help but catch their breath.

I saw a Taoist standing behind him, holding the fiery little fox in his arms, and the little fox was yawning, showing its sharp teeth.

The Taoist figure is slender and thin, with a three-foot-seven-inch mahogany sword on his waist, and a washed-white blue straight train robe hanging on his body, which flutters away when the wind blows, appearing and disappearing from time to time The snow-white inner lining of the Taoist robe is exposed on the ground, which makes people think of the pear blossoms rolling up in the spring breeze.

Maybe because he got up at night, his hair was not tied up, but loosely draped over his shoulders, making his hair look more like ink, clear and elegant.

The clouds and mist in the sky were blown away by the night wind, and the waning moon and starlight poured down, illuminating the face of the Taoist.

His complexion was slightly pale, but this pallor did not damage his demeanor, on the contrary, he seemed more mysterious and unpredictable.

But the most striking thing is not his handsome face, but his eyes.

The ink-colored pupils are three points darker than ordinary people, as if they can't shine a ray of light, and they are so strangely elegant.

"Poverty and emptiness."

——It turned out to be him!

Ling Mu was a little dazed.

The scribe next to him had already recovered his previous elegant demeanor, and said with a smile: "It turns out that Xu Qing is a real person, and his reputation is indeed well-deserved. We are ordered by the Queen Mother to invite the Taoist priest to come out of the mountain."

The Taoist shook his head lightly, smiled lightly, and his magnetic voice seemed to shake the air: "The poor Taoist is already a foreigner, why bother Qingxiu with common things? Your Excellency, you should go back."

The scribe didn't panic either, he just lowered his voice and said:

"The queen mother asked the villain to pass a sentence to the Taoist priest.

——The Demon* Country. "

Hearing this, the Taoist was silent for a while, then raised his head and smiled: "Since that's the case, the poor Taoist dare not disobey."

The scribe was overjoyed: "Then... the Taoist priest agreed?"

"Exactly." The Taoist smiled warmly, his clothes fluttering, like a banished immortal.

"However, it's dangerous at night and there are many mountain charms. Please rest in the house for a night, and it's okay to set off tomorrow."

The scribe frowned, as if he wanted to say something, Ling Mu stopped him with a hand, and smiled: "Then bother the Taoist priest."

"You're being polite, General." The Taoist smiled slightly. In the rustling night wind, there were no stars or moons in his black eyes.