Two hundred and ten miles from north to south, lying on the side of Black Tiger Mountain, is the eastern barrier of the Eight Hundred Miles Flame Ridge.
There is a waterfall hanging far away on the mountain, and the purple air creates smoke. It is one of the few green mountains and green waters in the Flaming Ridge.
The sun was setting in the west, and Bai Yunsheng and the four of them ran for more than 400 miles and were about to escape the pursuit.
At this moment, the bright sunlight passed through the leaves of the dense forest, reflecting a bloody sword net.
The sword net swept through the air, and Bai Yunsheng's karma that devoured all things directly harvested the lives of nearly a hundred remaining disciples.
After the obstruction was temporarily cleared again, Bai Yunsheng stopped and decided:
"Let's work separately, Xiao Min," he turned around and looked at the green-haired beauty seriously, and said solemnly, "Big brother and I will divert the enemy away, and you and Sister Savage will find Sima Polu as soon as possible."
Murong Chen stepped over the scattered corpses and gasped slightly: "Where shall we meet?"
Xiang Wujian said: "There is a Big Tiger Mountain in the north of Zilu Mountain, and a black water forest in the south of the mountain. It is sparsely populated and very close to Dongzhou. We can meet there."
Time waits for no one, Bai Yunsheng nodded and said: "It's right there. In an hour, whether we find it or not, we will rush there."
Afterwards, Bai Yunsheng looked at the two women and warned, "You must protect yourself."
Mu Xiaomin nodded and said firmly: "Yes. You should also be careful."
She seemed to have prepared everything a long time ago and was waiting for Bai Yunsheng's decision at any time. This feeling made Bai Yunsheng suddenly like a dream, because the former Mu Chengxue was so similar to her.
At this time, Xiang Wujian made a suggestion with concern: "Yunsheng, we can leave here first, and you and I will come back to find Sima Polu."
Bai Yunsheng shook his head without hesitation and said:
"It's too late. Our whereabouts have been exposed, and Sima Ming will not let go easily. The men and horses from the Seven Mountains and Twelve Ridges have not yet fully pursued us. There is still a high chance of finding Sima Polu, and I have a hunch that he is not dead yet.
Otherwise, why would Sima Ming be so eager to catch us?"
Xiang Wujian didn't hesitate anymore, nodded in response and said, "Okay, that's it."
After saying that, he and Bai Yunsheng left with their swords in the west and north, while Xiao Min and Murong Chen also rushed to the east of Zilu Mountain without stopping.
In fact, Bai Yunsheng had a plan in his mind. Xiao Min and Mu Chengxue were both monsters like Bai Ze, and they also practiced the Heaven-Returning Curse. She felt the breath of life far better than other monsters, and she could concentrate more on finding Sima Polu when acting alone.
, and with Murong Chen protecting you, it will be twice as easy as four people.
After escaping for six to seven hundred miles, there was no trace of Sima Polu. Zilu Mountain was their last hope. Because the place where they met Sima Ming and Yanyu Tower not long ago was near here.
After leaving the small team and acting separately, Bai Yunsheng and Xiang Wujian were at home like a fish in water, leading the minions in the seven mountains and twelve ridges in circles.
Bai Yunsheng, who possesses the Wuxiang magic skill, is like a divine help. If he didn't want to show up, the pursuers would never be able to find him.
The two brothers have been leading a group of people around their respective places, so as to buy more time for Xiao Min. Although Zilu Mountain is not big, if you want to find someone whose life or death is unknown, you still have to look for a needle in the river.
Such is the death.
Dusk is getting darker.
An hour passed quickly, and the land of Zilu Mountain was littered with corpses. They were all killed by one move, and everyone died happily.
Bai Yunsheng's hand holding the sword was already a little tired.
He looked at the dozen or so pursuers flying from the north, his heart sank, and without hesitation, he immediately sank into the forest, changed his appearance, and swept away in the direction of Dahu Mountain.
Dahu Mountain looks like a mountain but not a mountain, like a ridge but not a ridge. There are no towering mountains, but rolling hills. From a distance, they are as dark as ink. The mountains are rich in black ore.
The Heishui Forest at dusk is more like a mausoleum, and the jagged fortune-telling trees are like tombstones in the setting sun.
There are no traces of birds or animals in the mountains, and the wind and grass make no sound.
The air was suffocatingly hot.
Xiang Wujian stood on a branch, looked around in the distance, and said worriedly: "Xiao Min and Xiao Chen haven't come yet."
After a while, Bai Yunsheng said in a serious voice: "Wait a little longer."
After saying that, the two brothers slowed down and flew at low altitude, looking for the two women and checking whether there was any danger.
Less than half a quarter of an hour later, a cloud of sand and dust suddenly rose from the northwest of Heishui Forest. Bang! A crackling sound came from the distance, and they both immediately turned around to look.
Bai Yun said anxiously: "Over there!"
The words are in the sound, and the person is in the shadow.
He and Xiang Wujian flew away with their swords, and in the flying dust there was a beautiful figure entangled with more than a dozen figures.
Outside the sand, corpses lay along the way.
Murong Chen was covered in blood and dust, but his two iron fists were still dancing vigorously.
Suddenly, two sharp swords, one red and one blue, flew from the sky.
The sword's light was dazzling, and the blood splattered silently.
Murong Chen's fist also stopped suddenly - she could already feel Bai Yunsheng's murderous intent.
After a cup of tea.
In a remote valley, the three of them found Mu Xiaomin. At this moment, her eyebrows were covered with fine beads of sweat, and she was trying her best to treat the tattered Sima Polu. White soft light was gathering and dispersing in her palms.
Repairing the hole that had dried blood on the chest of Master Sima.
Bai Yunsheng asked Murong Chen, "How is the situation?"
Murong Chen brushed the dust off his clothes, curled his lips and said:
"You are alive, but it depends on Xiao Min whether you can wake up."
Bai Yunsheng and Xiang Wujian looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Regardless of whether Sima Polu could survive or not, at least Mu Xiaomin and Murong Chen were fine.
As night falls, a bonfire lights up the sunken valley. From a distance, it looks like a lamp floating on the night sea.
Mu Xiaomin sat next to Bai Yunsheng, and his complexion had become quite rosy. She said that Sima Polu had walked out of the gate of hell and would wake up in six hours.
To be on the safe side, Bai Yunsheng took Sima Polu into the Demon Locking Tower.
The four of them sat quietly all night around the hot fire. The strange thing was that during the night, not a single pursuer appeared again.
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The majestic Shifa Mountain looks like an ancient fire lion lying at the head of the seven mountains and twelve ridges, overlooking the mountains like the king of beasts.
At dawn, the morning light filled the mountains and forests, but could not shine into the mountain gate of Bajiao Cave.
After experiencing the recent war, the surviving disciples on the mountain were all in a state of mental stress - they had been staying in the peaceful and prosperous age, and the surprise attack of the war allowed these comfortable disciples to taste the real smell of blood and feel death for the first time.
of fear.
This morning, there were two rows of disciples standing at the mountain gate. They all stood upright and looked like frightened birds.
Since the last attack on Yanyu Tower, Sima Bao has sent more manpower up and down the mountain.
Chenshi.
A figure walked out of the mangrove forest and appeared at the foot of Shifa Mountain.
The two leading young disciples immediately looked around nervously, and saw the man with tattered clothes, hair like a bird's nest, and blood stains all over his body, staggering up to the mountain gate.
The young practitioner shouted quickly: "Who is it?"
The visitor didn't say a word, or even raised his head. After the guard shouted, he fell down on the stone steps.
In desperation, the two disciples above reluctantly jumped down, walked to the side of the unconscious person, turned over and took a look, and immediately said in unison: