In the endless abyss, in an unknown place, red clothes rise and fall, and before I know it, more than a month has passed.
It is a strange and gloomy ghost place, full of corpses and bones. Occasionally, birds fall down and can no longer spread their wings. They can only wait for death to come.
Not far away, white mist filled the air and blood flowed. Demon Venerable was severely injured and also unconscious.
Mo Qingbai's sudden palm destroyed most of Demon Venerable's heart. He reluctantly relied on his last remaining strength to use his magic to return to the place where he transformed into a dragon.
Above the nine days, the cold moon was shining brightly. White Flood Dragon woke up first and reluctantly stood up. Just as he was about to step forward, he suddenly stumbled under his feet and vomited out another mouthful of blood.
The white mist gradually dissipated, revealing a pair of star-like eyes. White Flood Dragon waved his hand. In the distance, a hat flew from the side of a deceased person and put it on his head. The hanging black gauze covered his eyes and face.
The next moment, the white mist dissipated, revealing the blue and white robes, the transformed demon supreme, also like a phoenix, disgusted with greedy humans, and did not want anyone to see his face.
Ahead, red clothes rise and fall, pulled by an inexplicable force, never falling.
White Flood Dragon stepped forward and raised his hand to collect the essence belonging to the demon clan.
As the crisis approaches, Sword Intent protects the body, stabs, and cuts off a strand of clothing.
"Huh?"
White Flood Dragon said softly, and gathered the few remaining true energy in his palm, trying to forcefully break through the former's body-protecting Sword Intent.
At this moment, Hongyi opened his eyes, and the bright sword light flashed across, shaking Demon Venerable's palm force.
There was a loud tremor, and the two of them retreated together. White Flood Dragon staggered and vomited red again.
The eyes looking at each other are equally ruthless, one is born of nature, the other has experienced countless things. At this moment, they are on guard against each other, not daring to be careless.
"Where is this place?" Feeling that all his true energy was almost gone, Ning Chen frowned slightly and said.
"Burial Gorge" White Flood Dragon said hoarsely.
"You want to kill me?" Ning Chen looked calm again and said.
"Repair the injured body so that I can go out," White Flood Dragon replied without concealing his murderous intent.
"It's a pity that you don't have this ability now."
After saying that, Ning Chen turned around and walked towards the depths of Burial Gorge. His cultivation was suppressed, and this Demon Venerable must not be much better, otherwise, he would not be alive now.
Now, the most important thing is to find a way out as soon as possible.
White Flood Dragon followed quietly, waiting for the former to become careless, and prepared to seize Fengyuan again.
Ning Chen also ignored him. Although Demon Venerable couldn't do anything to him, it was also difficult for him to kill Demon Venerable.
The high moon sprinkled the ground with cold water, and the lifeless canyon was full of bones.
Ning Chen walked for a long time, and had no choice but to stop temporarily. He sighed in his heart, this time, it was really troublesome.
This is indeed a desperate place with no way out. There are cliffs on both sides, which are more than ten thousand feet high. Going up is as difficult as climbing to the sky.
There are two options. The first one is to donate part of Fengyuan to help Demon Venerable repair his injured body. At the same time, he prays that Demon Venerable will not kill him and is willing to take him out.
The second option is to climb up and pray to God not to have any accidents and fall down halfway.
However, neither of the two options seems reliable, and no matter which one you choose, you will only die faster.
The cold wind was blowing, and Ning Chen felt a chill all over his body. After losing his cultivation, he could clearly feel the cold weather again.
Not far away, White Flood Dragon, who had lost most of his strength, was equally uncomfortable. Although snakes like the cold, there are limits. The night in the valley was indeed too cold.
The sound of grinding wood was heard, and gradually, wisps of thick smoke emerged from the dead wood, and a little Mars actually spattered out.
"It really doesn't hurt to learn more."
Ning Chen sighed, and put the dried grass he had found on the wooden hole where Mars was blowing, blowing on it little by little, choking him and coughing a few times, which made him quite embarrassed.
Not far away, White Flood Dragon was stunned, watching the former raise the fire, and was extremely surprised.
In front of the fire, Ning Chen sat quietly, warming up and thinking about ways to get out.
He could feel that the strength in his body was draining away every moment. It was estimated that in a few days, there would be none left. It was extremely unlucky to fall into this damn place.
White Flood Dragon stepped forward, without saying a word, and immediately took action. The power was completely different from before. At this moment, it was also a lot of pressure for Ning Chen, whose strength was suppressed.
Ning Chen stood up, pointed his sword, and shook Demon Venerable's power. After a loud noise, he took several steps back.
White Flood Dragon was vomiting red, and Ning Chen also felt uncomfortable, with surging Qi and blood and abnormal chest tightness.
After a palm strike, White Flood Dragon stood by the fire and stopped taking action.
Ning Chen frowned, confused at first, but after a moment, he understood, weighed the pros and cons, and had to temporarily swallow the loss of being dumb. He walked far away and lit a fire again.
One is the supreme among demons, and the other is at the top of the sword. At this moment, they are actually fighting over a fire. It is really unspeakably absurd.
On the first night, the two of them were silent and passed peacefully.
Ning Chen is vigilant, and White Flood Dragon is equally cautious. When resting, they almost turn a blind eye and wake up immediately at the slightest sign of trouble.
The next day, Ning Chen reluctantly called King Yama's Divine Sword out of the phoenix shadow. He thought about whether to take the opportunity to kill Demon Venerable. After thinking for a moment, he had to give up the idea.
Their strength is not much different now. Even if he can kill him, he will probably be seriously injured. Getting injured again at this time is no different from seeking death.
White Flood Dragon After seeing the former take out his sword, he subconsciously stayed away and his eyes became more cautious.
Human beings are all cunning and cunning, so be careful.
"Boom"
At the middle of the day, suddenly, clouds rolled in the sky, and before there was time to react, heavy rain fell, extinguishing the fire left by the two of them. The two former top experts were also turned into drowned rats.
"I..."
He was as strong-minded as Ning Chen, and he couldn't help but curse at this moment. It rained all night, and he froze to death before he could find a way out.
White Flood Dragon There is nothing you can do, just watch the cunning human in front of you.
Ning Chen ignored the idiot in the distance and quickly found some dead branches and leaves that had fallen on the cliff, tied them with dead vines, and built a simple rain shelter.
White Flood Dragon Seeing this, he immediately stepped forward and without saying a word, he started to fight again.
Ning Chen was furious, picked up his sword, and faced him.
Facts have proved that a emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, and the Supreme, who has little strength left, is only slightly stronger than someone. Someone is beaten away and left in the rain outside.
White Flood Dragon sat on the stone in the rain shelter, watching the cunning humans fall into the rain, and felt much better.
Burial Gorge The sky and the woman's face changed at a moment's notice. A quarter of an hour later, the sky over the stream became clear again after rain, and the sun shone brightly. It was so fast that people were stunned.
White Flood Dragon walked out of the rain shelter, drew a circle, and declared sovereignty.
Ning Chen gave him the middle finger, turned around and left.
He could finally see that this Demon Venerable didn't understand the world at all, let alone have any sense of shame. He did everything based on his demonic nature and instinct. When he saw good things, he snatched them away. He was simply a robber.
As the saying goes, the robber is not to be feared, but the robber is uneducated and unreasonable. What is even more frightening is that he cannot beat him now.
The next night, all the dead branches and leaves were soaked by the rain, making it impossible to make a fire. The two strong men on top stared at each other all night long in the cold.
On the third day, the two men lost more power, but the order of strength remained unchanged.
At night, Ning Chen lit a fire, and then was beaten away.
On the fourth day, it started to rain again in the stream, and the rain shelter was blown over, leaving both of them drowned.
Fortunately, a wild wolf fell from the cliff and crashed, and was picked up by someone.
Although Xiantian Phoenix Body won't starve to death, it will always make him warmer after eating something, and then he will have the strength to fight a certain monster and think about how to get out.
Facts have proved that when the fire comes up again, a certain monster will come and grab it as usual.
"Wait a minute"
Ning Chen directly pulled out a stone trough of water from behind and threatened, "If you come here again, I will put out the fire."
Faced with the threat of cunning humans, White Flood Dragon obviously hesitated and hesitated for a long time, still unable to make up his mind.
That night, Ning Chen happily enjoyed the warmth of the campfire and roasted some wolf meat to eat, feeling extremely good.
After the sun rose on the fifth day, Ning Chen took the fire, extinguished the bonfire, hid the wild wolf secretly, and then continued to look for a possible way out.
Burial Gorge There are steep cliffs on both sides of the north and south sides, and the east and west directions are long and narrow, with no beginning or end.
"Not available here"
"It doesn't work here either"
After searching for a whole day, Ning Chen Yang's neck felt sore. However, he still couldn't find a way out. The mountain was too steep, and the weather in the mountain stream was unpredictable. If it rained when we went up, it would be great fun.
At sunset, Ning Chen went back, preparing to light a fire and eat something. When he walked to the place where the wild wolf was hidden, he suddenly became angry when he saw it.
The wolf is gone, only a few tufts of wolf hair remain.
In the distance, there is a wolf beside White Flood Dragon, holding a wooden stick in his hand, imitating someone to drill wood to make fire.
Unfortunately, after drilling for who knows how long, not even smoke came out.
Ning Chen walked twenty steps away and leaned against the mountain wall, the look of contempt on his face not concealed at all.
"Robber, thief"
As the saying goes, a gentleman talks but never moves, so someone spoke sarcastically.
White Flood Dragon raised his head, and his eyes, which were blocked by the hanging black gauze on his hat, flashed with anger, an anger that could not be ignited and almost burst out.
"Can't you light it? You can eat it raw." Someone continued to rub salt into the wound.
White Flood Dragon couldn't bear it any longer, stood up suddenly, and immediately went up to punish the despicable and annoying human being in front of him.
Ning Chen Seeing this, the hero didn't want to suffer the immediate loss and ran away.
The two of them chased and escaped for most of an hour. They were so tired that they bent over and panted, almost losing the strength to stand.
"Let's... discuss something," Ning Chen said while breathing heavily.
"What's the matter"
White Flood Dragon reluctantly stood up, took half a step back, and said cautiously.
"What's your attitude?"
Ning Chen felt that his self-esteem was hurt, and said with great contempt, "I'm not interested in men, no, I'm not interested in males. Give me half of the wolf, and I'll help you light the fire. If you don't agree, you can eat it raw."
Hearing the former's words, White Flood Dragon's eyes first showed anger, and then a struggle flashed across his eyes. After a long time, he nodded and said in a deep voice, "Okay."
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