Lin Qingyang stood there dumbly, and before the thunder in his mind "Who is the fake Bi Yue?" had finished, the stone wall above his head exploded first.
Amidst the loud rumbling sound, large pieces of gravel mixed with dust fell down.
"It's about to collapse, let's go!" Mo Yan yelled.
Cang Mo swept Nirvana Lotus into his sleeve, turned around and grasped Lin Qingyang's wrist tightly, dragging him and ran away.
The group of people staggered and rushed out in the trembling tomb passage. The stone slabs under their feet were broken inch by inch. After running a few steps, they bumped into Ku Rong's body spinning around like a headless fly. The opponent missed the mark and almost fell into the crack.
"My body!" Ku Rong, who was held in Jin Buhuan's arms, screamed in fright.
Jin Buhuan quickly pressed his staff, forming a huge bubble that enveloped the headless body, hanging it in the air like a lantern, and dragging it staggeringly away.
I finally rushed back to the original entrance, only to find that the heavy stone door had been completely sealed by rubble. The surrounding stone walls kept squeezing toward the center, and the space became increasingly cramped.
"Get out of the way!" Mo Yan gritted his teeth and stepped forward, pointing Thunderclap Mace directly at the dome in his hand, chanting a curse quickly.
Outside, over the altar of Wutou Mountain, dark clouds suddenly rolled, lightning flashed and thunder roared. A thick thunder struck down, punching a large light-transmitting hole in the hundred-foot-thick mountain.
"Hold on tight!" Jin Buhuan shouted, and huge water bubbles enveloped everyone's heads and shot up into the sky along the gap.
A group of people rushed out of the cave with rubble flying all over the sky, and finally saw the light of day again.
Lin Qingyang As soon as his heels hit the ground, before he could take a breath of fresh air, an aftershock of thunder struck from the top of his head, and with a "stab" sound, a charred pit exploded at his feet.
Lin Qingyang was startled, and saw that in the sky, the rolling thunderclouds attracted by Mo Yan not only did not disperse, but instead seemed to have a leakage of electricity, and lightning was falling down.
A few blind thunderbolts hit the crowd without any bias, shocking several people to death.
Lin Qingyang's tongue was straightened, and he shouted at Mo Yan with his hair standing up, "You, you should quickly take away your magical powers!"
Mo Yan's face was blackened by smoke, and he had an equally charred explosive head. He shouted back helplessly, "Spiritual Power was overdrawn just now, and I can't hold it back!"
Everyone had no choice but to resist the random thunder, get on top of Spirit Shadow Steed who was guarding the top of the mountain, and escape down the mountain with all their might.
Jin Buhuan and Mo Yan divide the work, one is holding Ku Rong's head, and the other is carrying Ku Rong's body.
Cang Mo and Lin Qingyang rode one horse together. Spirit Shadow Steed was riding the wind with all four hooves. They passed through the dense forest of Wutou Mountain, and the cold mountain wind blew in their faces.
Lin Qingyang was blown by the wind and narrowed his eyes. He suddenly realized that the person behind him was holding him very tightly. Cang Mo's chest was pressed against his back, and his body temperature was frighteningly hot. The domineering and crazy Demonic Qi did not restrain itself, but was leaking out.
"A-Qi, are you okay?" Lin Qingyang looked back at him.
Cang Mo didn't say a word, but just buried his face into the side of Lin Qingyang's neck, as if absorbing his body temperature.
The Spirit Shadow Steed underneath him was actually a monster. He was frightened by the terrifying pressure of the big monster Cang Mo. He let out a horrified scream and raised his front hooves. As if he was crazy, he led the two of them directly off the mountain road and plunged into the deep valley next to him.
A strong feeling of weightlessness suddenly hit him, and Lin Qingyang was thrown into the air.
The moment he fell, Cang Mo instinctively held Lin Qingyang tightly in his arms, using his back as a cushion, breaking strong branches and rocks on the slope along the way.
The two of them rolled down the steep grassy slope until they hit a fallen dead tree and came to a complete stop. They also lost sight of Jin Buhuan and others who were following behind.
Lin Qingyang was so dizzy from the fall that his head was buzzing. He took a breath and then propped up half of his body, asking anxiously, "A-Qi, are you hurt?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Cang Mo suddenly turned over and pushed him down into the grass again. Without saying a word, he just lowered his head and buried his face in Lin Qingyang's neck, sniffing the scent of him like an anxious beast, holding his arms tightly, strangling his waist until it hurt.
"Stop making trouble, we are in the wild..." Lin Qingyang helplessly pushed the wolf pressing on him.
Feeling the struggle of the person in his arms, Cang Mo not only did not let go, but held the person tighter, and a low gasp escaped from his throat. His red bloodshot Amber eyes stared straight at Lin Qingyang.
Lin Qingyang met his gaze and finally realized that Cang Mo was scared.
Witnessing the tragic ending of Cang Yu turning into withered bones and waiting for five hundred years before the dark clouds dissipated in despair, Cang Mo, who had just regained his sanity, was stimulated again.
Lin Qingyang's heart softened. He raised his dusty hand, ran his fingertips through Cang Mo's messy white hair, followed the two drooping furry wolf ears, and gently stroked the tight back of his neck.
"It's okay, A-Qi, we got Nirvana Lotus, everything is in time." Lin Qingyang lowered his voice, raised his head, and placed a soft kiss on his forehead, "We will not become like that."
Cang Mo's eyes were strangely red, and he stared into Lin Qingyang's eyes. His voice was hoarse and trembling. "Lin Qingyang, don't leave me."
Without any extra guarantee, Lin Qingyang directly held his face and blocked the rest of his words with her lips.
Cang Mo turned away almost instantly. The kiss came quickly and fiercely, with the smell of blood and the earthy smell of the mountains that had not yet subsided, as if he was confirming that the person in front of him was truly alive and truly belonged to him.
Lin Qingyang climbed onto Cang Mo's broad shoulders and responded eagerly to the aftermath of the disaster in the dense grass.
On the slope not far away, Mo Yan, Jin Buhuan, and Ku Rong, who was holding his head, were squatting behind the bushes in rows, watching with various expressions the two people who were inextricably kissing in the grass.
Jin Buhuan raised his eyebrows, took out a photo shell with colored light flowing from his arms, pointed it skillfully at the two of them, and with a "click" sound, completely captured the scene.
The sky was getting dark, and it was still a long way from Demon Emperor City. A few people who were injured after struggling all day simply lit a fire on the bank of the river.
Jin Buhuan shook the folding fan and called out a few fat fish from the river, and put them on the fire to roast them sizzlingly.
The legendary Nirvana Lotus floated quietly in the air, exuding a warm luster.
Ku Rong put his head on his knees, leaned closer and stared at the flower.
"It's so beautiful. It's worthy of being brought back to life." Ku Rong sighed.
Mo Yan frowned and looked at Lotus and asked curiously, "Then how do you use this thing?"
"This aspect is really not written in ancient books." Jin Buhuan said, turning over a grilled fish stick.
On the other side of the fire, Lin Qingyang was leaning against an old tree, and Cang Mo was lying quietly in his arms like a big dog that had finally gained its territory.
Lin Qingyang stroked Cang Mo's head every now and then. Although his eyes fell on Nirvana Lotus, his expression became more solemn with the beating firelight.
If the previous Soul Fiend was not the real Bi Yue at all, it means that he did not die under the sword energy of "Heavenly Execution" during his lifetime.
So that night, in the bloody battle on Hidden Market Long Street, the sword that he risked his life to strike probably couldn't kill him at all.
A chill ran down Lin Qingyang's spine, and he came to a terrifying conclusion: the monster disguised as Bi Yue and dormant in the dark was not dead!