How can quick travel be full of scumbags?

Green stone moss, vines and green radishes, the sun is not visible but the sun is shining brightly. When the mottled warm sun shines on Jian Shou's body, he feels a little drowsy. He feels very familiar with the atmosphere in this secret place, and he is wonderfully dependent on it.

Wan Tujue involuntarily slowed down as he heard the shallow breathing of the person on his back, wanting him to sleep more peacefully.

A white mist suddenly surged in front of the sky, and when Wan Chengjue looked up, the rising thick fog had already covered the sky, showing a majestic momentum, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, he tightened his arms or Step into this uncharted territory.

With the cold fog and the smell of damp, Jian Shou shivered for a while and then woke up. He patted Wan Tujue on the shoulder and signaled him to let him down.

After the feet landed, they were still a little weak, and there was a sore feeling in the spine. Wan Tujue stretched out his hand and clasped his fingers to bring him balance, and walked ahead to open the way.

Jian Shou lowered his head and glanced at the place where the palms of the two were connected, pursed his lips subtly, and then followed.

The closer you get, the more sober the scene in front of you, and the boulders are scattered everywhere.

Wan Tujue's eyes became sharp, and his attitude was very cautious.

The Shimen Formation uses boulders as the formation and is supplemented by sword energy. Wan Tujue read books about this type of formation when he was young. Someone from Ming Dian?

Jian Shou's hand instinctively touched the waist, only to suddenly realize that there was nothing there, and when the palm was turned over, it was just a small group of real essence, and it was difficult to protect himself at the critical moment .

Wan Tengjue let go of Jian Shou's left hand, stood in front of him, and said: "Ajian, you stand behind me and protect yourself carefully."

After speaking, he sacrificed the Mingliu Sword, drew a Yin-Yang diagram, and tried to break the Shimen Formation.

The sword energy was sent out one by one, and the huge boulder was rumbling continuously, rolling up a piece of flying sand and rocks.

But like a compass without an end, Wan Tujue couldn't find any flaws in Shimen at all, and the sword energy he shot out was swallowed without a trace, making it impossible for him to get feedback from the failure.

The stone gate is surrounded in all directions, and it is getting tighter and tighter, and it is too late to quit now, Wan Tujue's external injuries are healed, but the internal injuries still exist, and the beating of the chest is like heavy drumbeats, making him unable to breathe angry.

Jian Shou has been standing aside, watching Wan Tujue's battle alone with cold eyes. The surrounding wind hit him, his clothes rattled, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and his hands were covered with blood after the tiger's mouth was shattered. .

Seeing that Shimen was about to be squeezed on his body, Wan Tujue turned around and hugged Jian Shou into his arms, his generous body erected a barrier, using flesh as a shield.

In his arms, Jian Shou heard the rapid heartbeat and felt the scorching heat. He closed his eyes, and his eyelashes cast a shadow on the lying cicada.

Finally, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on the stone wall behind Wan Tujue...

"Boom boom boom!" All the stone walls suddenly collapsed at the moment of approaching, dust flying and debris accumulated, Wan Tujue's big palm protected the head of the person in his arms, blocking the attack of small stones.

After all the dust settled, Wan Tengjue distanced himself a little from the other party, and asked nervously, "Ah Jian, are you injured?"

The stone gate array was suddenly broken, which made him feel strange, but at the moment he was more concerned about whether Ah Jian was injured.

Touching Ah Jian's body with both hands left blood stains on his palms. Wan Tujue withdrew his hands in embarrassment but was held back. The temperature of the palms made people feel warm.

When the eyes opened again, the original coldness was no longer there, and he asked, "Ah Jue, are you in pain?"

Ah Jian's voice was clear and soft, with a hint of distress, and Wan Tujue felt as if he could see his tender eyes, and then drowned with one blow.

Uncontrollably touching the top of Ah Jian's smooth hair, his fingertips twitched lingeringly: "It doesn't hurt at all."

He really didn't feel the pain anymore. This was the first time he felt very sweet after being injured.

It's as if the originally empty and lonely single-person world is being filled little by little by another person...

What can be experienced is not only happiness, but also emotion.

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Retreat... What did you say to retreat!It's just a masochistic self-healing.

Kneeling on the ground in despair, he lost a lot of weight in just half a month.

The blood stains on the gray clothes had long since dried up and turned black, full of wrinkles.The stubble on his chin also grew out, and his eyes were red from the heat.

A stone door blocked his sight and also blocked his worries.

In the inner secret room of the stone gate, there is a scarlet pool covered with knotted vines. In the center of the pool, there is a man lying and floating on the water, sleeping quietly.

The man's flawless face had tiny blood droplets, which rolled off his face after gathering to a certain extent, and the redness at the end of his eyes also turned into a strange purple red, like a sleeping fairy, which made people fear and yearn for it .

If you take a closer look, you will find that there are many faint and sinuous blue lines under the thin skin. They seem to be alive, they can move and bulge, they suck blood from the man's body, and guide it into the rattan along the blue lines .

Because of the nourishment of the blood, the weaving vines began to grow crazily, and the enchanting purple pentagonal flowers bloomed at the junction of the vines, and the thinner long beards wrapped around the man's body, pressing red marks on the pale skin, like a bondage Can't break free.

Using blood as the medium and at the cost of blood, repairing the tendons and controlling the true essence is a very life-saving method, but fortunately Jian Shou doesn't care.

The person who was motionless at first raised his fingertips lightly, and hundreds of knotted vines retreated from Jian Shou's body as if consciously, and when countless black threads were pulled out of his body, he finally couldn't hold back the pain.

The dry shoulders outside the secret room trembled, and suddenly got up from the ground, punching the stone door with one fist after another, almost screaming hoarsely: "My lord, my lord! Please let me in! Please... I am very worried."

The last words seemed to be swallowed into the stomach, as small as a whisper.

But Jian Shou heard it, he coughed weakly, he really didn't have the strength to get up, so he had to lift his finger again and send out a burst of true energy.

The stone door opened slowly as he wished, and Ku couldn't wait any longer, he shrunk his bones and got in as soon as he opened a small crack.

The closer he got, the heavier his steps became. The man was lying in the middle of the bloody water, as light as a petal, and could only drift with the current.

Those bewitching eyes were obviously vulnerable when looking at him, Ku suddenly felt as if his whole heart was addicted, with mixed feelings.

He stepped into the fishy-smelling pool water, hugged the immobile Jian Shou into his arms, and tried to warm him with his own body temperature.

He hugged him like he was hugging a unparalleled treasure, if he tightened it, he might break it, if he loosened it, he might disappear, the crook of his arms couldn't stop trembling.

He whispered in his ear: "Master, don't worry, Ku will take you out."

Jian Shou blinked his eyes, and missed his stubble-covered chin. The time in the secret realm is not equal to the real world.

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His worries are not superfluous, the secret realm is ever-changing, fortune and misfortune are unpredictable, how many people never come out after entering, those who are lucky can get enviable opportunities, but the bones of those who are unlucky are hard to find.

But Wan Tujue is destined to be the kind of person with good luck. After the Shimen Formation was broken, he came to a palace like a fairyland-Sapphire Palace unimpeded along the way.

Xiaqi is thickly covered with emeralds, and the morning light shines on corals.Danlin promised to go to Qingdu, and the fragrance occupies the misty rain in the deep rocks.

The dew drops on the golden plate, the jade sky is born in cold, and the ground is covered with new frost.The clear appreciation in the pot, the painted eaves hang high and empty.

Ah Jian lightly scratched Wan Tujue's palm, bringing him back to his senses.

Wan Tengjue turned his head and smiled at Ah Jian, then interlocked his fingers and led him inside.

In fact, he has already felt uncomfortable. The Haoran Zhengqi and Wan Tujue here are like two individuals repelling each other. His shoulders seem to be pressed against a thousand weights, but the majestic power inside is also the most attractive. He chooses to carry the weight before OK

In the center of the main hall is a white jade platform carved layer by layer. The patterns on the surface are lifelike. There are thousands of floating clouds on the ten thousand fairy mountains, and nine white cranes swim among them.

But the most eye-catching thing must be the precious sword suspended on the jade, the hilt is made of sapphire, the blade glows with a cold light, and the sword is surrounded by golden Sanskrit.

Wan Tengjue looked at the words on it carefully, with an excited look on his face.

He even let go of Ah Jian's hand involuntarily, and walked a little closer to Baiyutai.

There is a unique set of exercises recorded in Sanskrit. The tricks are so strange and the formulas are clever. Wan Teng never knows the name of this exercise but understands how much power it contains.

The desire in Wan Tengjue's eyes is soaring, emitting a light that is bound to be obtained, and he can't imagine that this skill will help him break through the out-of-body period!

At that time, he will have the primary capital to contend with Jian Shou...

Ah Jian shook Kong Kong's palm, looked at Wan Tujue's tall back, and didn't understand why he was so panicked, so he took a few steps back not wanting to disturb Wan Tujue.

As the Sanskrit words were continuously spit out from the mouth, all the floating fonts turned into a series of flowing golden lines and poured into Wan Qijue's body, the black clothes fluttered and floated, and the veins under the skin turned golden.

Every move appeared in his mind, as if he had already had a hearty fight, and the internal injuries he had suffered before healed quickly. There was a satisfied smile on the corner of Wan Tujue's mouth, but Ah Jian felt inexplicably I feel cold all over.

Suddenly the sapphire sword trembled continuously, as if it was finally able to come out after the sanskrit barrier disappeared. Wan Tujue retracted his hands to the middle and released a powerful magic power, trying to put the sapphire sword in his bag!

The entire hall began to shake violently, and Ah Jian fell to the ground without paying attention. He looked at Wan Tengjue who was still confronting Qingyu Sword, and called out anxiously: "Ah Jue!"

But Wan Tujue's all attention was on the sword, and after hearing Ajian's voice, he only gave a perfunctory "hmm" twice.

But the reaction of the sword was unexpected. It turned from vertical to horizontal and the sharp tip pointed straight at Ajia who was on the ground. It broke free from the shackles that were bound to last forever, and flew towards Ajia with a "clang". , the speed is astonishingly fast!

Wan Teng turned around incomprehensibly and saw this scene that frightened him to the extreme. In fact, no magic weapon or skill could match Ah Jian's position in his heart. He suddenly disappeared in place and appeared in the teleportation Ah Jian's side wanted to protect him.

But as soon as he approached, he was overwhelmed by the aftermath emanating from the sapphire sword, and could only watch helplessly as the sapphire sword approached Ah Jian inch by inch!

At the moment of despair, something unbelievable happened. The originally menacing sapphire sword suddenly stopped in front of Ajia.

The sapphire sword trembled twice as if confirming something, then staggered away, and flew away from Ajian's ear in an instant without leaving a shadow, only the cool wind and a broken strand of black hair remained.

Wan Tengjue let out a heavy breath, and almost crawled to Ah Jian's side with all his hands and feet, hugged him into his arms and kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, Ah Jian, I'm sorry..."

Sorry for not protecting him well, sorry for not putting him first, he was so terrified of losing him.

The rubble kept falling, and the space in the secret realm began to distort. Ah Jian's eyes were indifferent, but she still put her hand behind Wan Tujue's back to comfort him: "It's okay, Ah Jue, we should go out."

It doesn't matter, Ah Jian actually didn't understand why Wan Tujue apologized, just like he didn't understand why his eyes were moist.