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The mountain road is steep and the night is hazy.

There are many weeds and gravels on the narrow mountain road. A group of people climbed up the mountain road, focusing on their feet, and remained silent all the way.

Xuan Lan walked at the front of the team, the flame on the torch in his hand flickered on and off, the tung oil in the cloth strips seemed to have been burned completely, leaving only curling black smoke.

At this time, layers of dark clouds seemed to be piled up in the night sky, and the starlight was covered by it. The humidity in the air was quite heavy, soaking into people's clothes and sticking to the skin. The sticky and heavy touch made people really feel uncomfortable.

Xuanlan reached out and threw the blackened wooden stick into the grass beside him. Hearing the dull thunder coming from the sky, he lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "The rainstorm is coming."

"The terrain of Luliao Mountain is steep and there are a lot of rocks. If we can't reach the top of the mountain before it rains, we may be in danger of rolling rocks and landslides." As Xuanlan's voice fell, fine raindrops fell one after another, soaking the feet of dirt.

Zhang Qinglan raised her eyes and saw the layers of dark clouds in the sky. She reached out to catch the scattered rain: "Hurry up while the rain is still light."

At this time, the five of them had only walked halfway up the mountain, and there was still some distance to reach the summit.

As time went by, bursts of light blue mist gradually rose from the mountain, blocking everyone around like a maze, making the already difficult mountain path even more confusing and difficult to identify.

Pushing aside a clump of thorns in front of her, Zhang Qinglan raised her hand to wipe away the fine sweat that came out of her forehead.

Looking up, I found that the three Xuanlan people in front of me had turned into a few blurred shadows under the cover of the mist in the mountains. There was only half a meter between them, but there was only one silhouette left, called People are illegible.

Xuanlan was originally walking in the forefront, but when he realized that the fog around him was getting thicker, he stopped, raised his hand to stop the two juniors who were about to hurry forward, turned to the two at the end, and said seriously: "The mountains and mist are filled here. , obstructing the eyes, and please the two benefactors to speed up their steps so as not to lose their way." The voice faintly reached Zhang Qinglan's ears through the dense fog that seemed to have substance.

Zhang Qinglan looked around after hearing the words, and found that the light blue mist that was originally just coiled with strands was really thicker now, lying between several people like silk and satin cloth, making it hard to see clearly.

"This mist is weird, and I don't know when it will dissipate," Zhang Qinglan said softly, and then stretched out her hand, trying to hold the wrist of the man who had been following her all the time: "Anything that is abnormal is a demon, Ao..."

After a pause, the pupils of the young man constricted instantly.

He suddenly turned his head, only to find that at some point in time, there was an empty space behind him, leaving only a large piece of empty fog, and there was no trace of Ao Zhan.

Zhang Qinglan lowered her head in disbelief, looking at her fingertips that were only protruding into the void just now, her whole body was frozen as if frozen, and she couldn't move for a while.

Xuan Lan's voice was still calling ahead: "Two benefactors, can you still keep up?" It seemed that he saw his motionless figure through the thick fog.

But Zhang Qinglan had no time to think about other things, she closed her eyes forcefully, and just now she broke free from the stiff state, her complexion was pale, and she shouted in a hoarse voice, "...Ao Zhan?"

The ending sound was like a stone thrown into the deep sea, wrapped in thicker and thicker fog, and finally lost in the air, without any response.

Now Ao Zhan's spiritual power has been completely lost to resist the thunder, and has not yet recovered. He is no different from an ordinary person, and he doesn't even have a decent weapon around him... Zhang Qinglan looked gloomy, and raised his eyes to stare at the three black shadows not far in front of him .

At this time, a bone-piercing cold wind suddenly swept across, stirring up the thick mist that seemed to have frozen.

The cold wind was like a knife, and it was painful when it was blown on the face. The young man was lucky in his dantian, and his reaction was extremely quick. With a few vertical jumps, he flashed from the spot to the front not far away, avoiding the swift and fierce attack of the cold wind.

Sprinting forward a few steps, Zhang Qinglan took out the compass from his sleeve during the rush, and looked at the pointer spinning randomly on it, so he gritted his teeth and jumped towards the place where the three of them were in front!

The strong wind followed the youth's footsteps and swept away, dispelling all the fog wherever it went.

As the thick fog in his field of vision gradually dissipated, Zhang Qinglan's expression turned serious—it turned out that the open space where Xuanlan and the three were supposed to stand was also empty after he arrived, with no sign of anyone else.

At the same time, in the distance to the southwest, as the fog gathered, three black figures slowly emerged, and Xuanlan's voice came faintly from there: "The two benefactors... can you still keep up?"

Zhang Qinglan's movements froze for an instant, scarlet blood oozes from the wound on his cheek that was blown by the strong wind, and there was a dull pain.

The momentum of the surrounding wind became louder and louder, gradually dispelling the light blue thick fog that had been entangled in front of the mountain forest.

After looking around, Zhang Qinglan realized that he had gone somewhere in Luliao Mountain. The surrounding area was no longer what everyone saw when they walked forward, and the environment became extremely strange.

Taking out a mahogany dagger from Chongli, Zhang Qinglan took a cautious step forward and stood in the middle of the open space.

Following his movements, he heard the sound of the water surface being stirred suddenly, and then he felt a cold and wet feeling coming through the upper of the shoe from his toes.

Zhang Qinglan lowered her head and took a closer look, only to realize that because of her carelessness, half of her foot had stepped into the puddle of water in front of her.

Coincidentally, at the same time, the dark clouds that had piled up in the sky slowly dissipated, and the fine rainwater in the air also disappeared.

Zhang Qinglan raised her head suddenly as if realizing something, only to realize that the open space here is quite special, without the cover of branches and leaves in all directions, the clean night sky as washed by water is reflected in the pool of water on the ground like this——

I saw a full moon hanging high, and the surrounding stars were dim.

……

The mahogany dagger was raised high, and then it was inserted into the soft soil between the rocks, making a muffled sound.

A hand covered with yellow mud and weeds held the hilt of the sword, and the forearm exerted force, and blue veins appeared on the back of the white hand, supporting the young man to climb all the way to the top of Luliao Mountain.

It is said that it is the top of the mountain, but it is also covered with tall trees, and the bottom is full of thorns, and the dead branches and leaves are piled up.

Zhang Qinglan supported the tree trunk to breathe lightly, ignoring the dust and gravel all over her body, she only rested for a while and then started walking again, walking all the way forward.

At this time, more than half an hour had passed since the few people were separated. Zhang Qinglan climbed all the way to the top of Luliao Mountain, but she couldn't find any trace of others along the way.

The thick fog seemed to just want to separate a few people, and once it achieved its goal, it dissipated without a trace.

The pale moonlight shone through the branches above her head, leaving a few mottled phantom shadows on the ground. Zhang Qinglan raised her hand to uncover the two dead leaves that fell on the top of her hair, looked up at the sky, and looked at the full moon hanging high in the middle. Can't tell.

Every fifteenth full moon, Ao Zhan is bound by the laws of heaven and earth to transform back into the form of a dragon. When he transforms into a dragon, he loses his sanity, leaving only his instincts, and with a little stimulation, he will become very irritable and violent.

Now Ao Zhan's spiritual power has not yet recovered, his body and spirit are weak, and he separated from Zhang Qinglan, and he doesn't know where he is in the mountains.If he is allowed to turn into a dragon to do evil and harm living beings at this time, he may not only attract a new round of thunderstorms, but may even be unable to protect himself and be attacked by wild beasts in the mountains.

Zhang Qinglan's eyes are getting darker... The secret road's continuous tossing and tossing in recent days made him forget such an important day.

I thought that since Ao Zhan was able to resist the tribulation thunder and walk out of Yecheng, maybe the curse of transforming dragons could be dispelled a little bit, even if Tian Dao is stingy and unwilling to break the curse, he can spend today by Ao Zhan's side.

Unexpectedly, the two of them will be separated because of a thick fog, and they will no longer be able to find each other.

Raising the mahogany sword in his hand high, Zhang Qinglan slashed straight at the lush weeds in front of him. All the way forward, relying on the compass of the wooden sword in his hand, he cleared out a path that could only accommodate one person passing sideways.

As it gradually deepened, the weeds in front of it became more vigorous and grew as tall as a person. They swayed and swayed under the night wind, making a subtle rustling sound, which matched with the shrill birdsong on the surrounding trees, making it extraordinarily deep and terrifying. .

The young man was thin and thin, and when he walked into the weeds and bushes, he seemed to be lost in it, and he was never seen again.The grass clippings fell into the clothes on the cheeks, and the slight itchiness extended all the way up the sleeves.

I don't know how long it took, when Zhang Qinglan swung his last sword, his eyes finally opened up, and there was no longer any vegetation to cover him.

There was a fragrance of grass and trees floating in the air, Zhang Qinglan looked around, only then realized that he had climbed to the peak of Luliao Mountain, surrounded by rugged rocks, and beyond that was a vast expanse.

The top of the mountain is not like other places, it is open and unobstructed, the vegetation is sparse, and in the middle stands a huge black-blue boulder nearly eight feet high. .

Zhang Qinglan tightened her right hand holding the mahogany sword hilt, and tentatively took a step forward...

That's it!

A long roar of the blue dragon resounded through the entire Luliao Mountain!

Countless birds and beasts were startled by the dragon's chants, and they scattered and fled in all directions.The mountains and forests trembled, and countless stones and gravels rolled down, causing the dust to fly and the wind to move in all directions.

Zhang Qinglan suddenly turned her head and ran in the direction of the sound of the dragon's chant, but was stopped at the top of the mountain by a dazzling white light that rose at an unknown time, and could not take another half step outside.

I saw that the originally clear sky turned dark and gloomy in an instant, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and debris flew.

The space between the sky and the earth was dim, and the black clouds above the head continued to pile up, blocking all the original clear moonlight.

Suddenly there was wind and thunder, dragons groaned shrilly, lightning flashed among the clouds, and the dull and heavy thunder burst in midair, knocking people's eardrums like a deterrent shock.

At the foot of Luliao Mountain, a white light suddenly bloomed, and a complicated magic circle like a disc appeared vaguely, enveloping the whole mountain.

After a while, I saw the same circular magic circle at the foot of the mountain appearing layer by layer from bottom to top.From one to nine, all the way up, the disc gradually shrinks—finally it takes the shape of a pagoda, completely swallowing the towering mountains below.

At the moment when the ninth circular formation lighted up, a huge blue dragon rose into the sky in response to the sound!

The giant dragon's emerald vertical pupils were full of fierce light, flying through the clouds and fog all the way, and in a blink of an eye, it soared from the halfway up the mountain to the sky above the center of the magic circle on the top of the mountain, stirring up the wind and clouds and causing thunderous noises.

The blue dragon hovered in the air, with its huge dragon's head drooping... Only a thin back was reflected in Bi Cui's pupils.