Chapter 19 Skull

Yang Huanyu's jade hands kept rubbing his abdomen, frowned tightly, moaned in pain, and gasped and said to Yan Ji, "I, my stomach hurts!"

Yan Ji thought that Yang Huanyu was poisoned and was scared by her, but when she heard her say that it was abdominal pain, she thought about it carefully and felt that it might be the abdominal pain caused by her previous empty stomach drinking cold stream water and eating many raw diamond horns.

He felt that this small problem was not a big problem for monks at all. His nervousness suddenly relaxed a lot and asked Yang Huanyu, "It doesn't matter, right? It's just that he has a bad stomach. The monks should not be afraid of these minor problems, right?

However, Yang Huanyu's beautiful face clearly showed a very important appearance. She covered her abdomen with both hands, bent down and squatted down, shaking her head and said, "But, I'm in pain! It seems that it hurts so much that I can't walk anymore.

Yan Ji always felt that the girl was bluffing and whispered, "Where can it hurt? Anyway, it doesn't hurt to death!"

Yang Huanyu didn't hear what he was saying and asked him, "What did you just say?"

"Uh..." Yan Ji pondered for a moment and quickly changed his words, "I mean, you sit down and rest for a while. Maybe it won't hurt after a while."

Yang Huanyu nodded, found a stone and sat down. Looking at her expression, the pain had not slowed down, but it seemed to be getting worse and worse. She looked pitiful. Her two small hands tightly covered her lower abdomen and kept frowning to endure the pain.

Time has passed by so every minute...

It was late at night, and the full moon hung obliquely on the eastern sky, and the faint moonlight shined like clear water to the mountains and fields. The pool behind them was blown by small waves by the wind, reflecting the clear moonlight, which can also sparkle.

Yang Huanyu stared at the waves in the lake, and a pair of watery eyes also reflected waves. She looked at the twisted white jade plate reflected in the water. On her beautiful face, her original look gradually faded and seemed to forget the pain.

However, the pain has not dissipated, and the beautiful girl still convulsed from time to time, and her jade-like small hands kept rubbing on her abdomen. On her delicate face, her face is slightly **, which makes her delicate and infinite, which makes people feel very distressed.

Isn't it too ruthless for Yan Ji to sit there and look at the girl and hesitate for a long time, thinking that he doesn't care about a weak woman in trouble like this? So, he changed his mind, but he was about to ask Yang Huanyu what was wrong. The delicate and beautiful girl had grabbed him and took the lead in saying, "Brother, why don't I play the flute for you!"

The girl said, and her expression seemed to have no pain. Her hands also left her abdomen and took out a black flute from her arms. The flute depicted a blood-red dragon flute and said to Yan Ji with a smile, "I know my brother can play the piano. Later, I felt that I can't lose to my brother, and I also want to learn. I can play the same instrument, so I asked my cousin to learn how to play the flute.

Yan Ji gradually understood something. Looking at her happy expression, she was surprised and said, "You, you are actually all right, right? I always feel that you are deliberately linger along the way. Don't you want to find your parents?

Yang Huanyu blushed, quickly stood up, kept waving his hand and arguing, "No, no, I don't pretend to have a stomachache, and I don't pretend to want to sleep. It's all true!"

Yan Ji glanced at her, paused and said, "Did I say you pretend? I just said that you are linger.

"I..." Yang Huanyu didn't say a word, and his appearance suddenly became a little aggrieved. He said in a low voice, "Brother, I really didn't pretend to have a stomachache..."

Yan Ji looked awe-inspiring and nodded, "Well, I believe you didn't pretend and know you are very good. Besides, your stomach doesn't hurt now, does it? I have the strength to play the flute!"

Yang Huanyu was stunned for a moment, secretly glanced at Yan Ji, and replied softly, "It hurt just now, but now... it doesn't hurt."

Yan Ji answered and suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Yang Huanyu's wrist. He pulled her into a green light and rushed to the sky and rushed towards the peaks of Hengshan.

Yang Huanyu was unprepared and was shocked by Yan Ji. By the time she realized it, she was already flying in the clouds. After the heartbeat calmed down, Yang Huanyu grabbed Yan Ji's arm and shook it a few times and complained, "Brother, how can you do this! I said I would play the flute for you! I learned well. Why don't you want to listen to it?

Yan Ji concentrated on flying with the sword. His eyes did not look at her, but only answered her, "I don't want to hear it. You can blow it now. I want to listen while rushing on the way without delay."

Yang Huanyu said "Oh" and was about to pinch the flute hole, but suddenly stopped and complained, "How can I blow it?"

Yan Ji said, "That's my fault. I really don't want to listen, but the wind is so strong that you can't blow."

In the wind, the two argued for a while, and time was gradually passing. In a blink of an eye, they had come to the peaks of Hengshan Mountain. Under the night, the rolling mountains criscrossed for hundreds of miles, looking solemn. Behind these crisscrossing mountains, there are countless shadows towering into the clouds, which are the 72 peaks of Hengshan Mountain.

After that, the eastern sky began to turn white, and it seemed that it was dawn.

Yan Ji thought that today's Hengshan is a mixed place of fish and dragons. Famous figures of both good and evil gathered here to look for "divine fire". Maybe the hidden places in the jungle below are all demons. He flew in the air in such a high-profile way, and the light emitted by the flying sword easily exposed himself. Therefore, Yan Ji quickly put away the formula and pulled Yang Huanyu into the dark jungle below.

Although it is close to dawn and the night is slowly fading, the dense forest between the mountains is still dark, comparable to late at night. From time to time, several gusts of mountain winds are blowing, and the leaves make a crashing sound. Listening to this dark environment, it felt a little creepy, as if the mountain wind was blowing from hell.

Yang Huanyu, a weak girl, was more or less afraid when walking in this environment. After only a few steps behind Yan Ji, she stopped and dared not go any further. She tightly pulled the corners of Yan Ji's clothes and lowered her voice and said in a low voice, "Brother, I'm afraid. Can I fly again?"

Yan Ji looked back at her and answered her in a low voice, "No, when the sword flew just now, I found that there were many people hidden in this mountain. If we fly into the sky, won't we become the target of public criticism? Walking in this dark forest, even if you meet enemies, you won't meet many, and it's easier to escape when you fight.

Yang Huanyu listened and felt some sense and nodded to him.

The two walked for a while, but Yan Ji picked up some dry branches as they walked. When they picked up a pile, they took out a fire fold to ignite the pile of dry branches. The half-man high flame suddenly burned up, making a crackling sound of branches, and the firelight lit up a small space.

Yang Huanyu couldn't understand what he was doing and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Invage your holy dragons!" Yan Ji made a "sh" gesture, pulled Yang Huanyu into the darkness not far away, lowered his voice and explained to her, "I know that this is full of you demons. I hope to bring out your holy dragon people this time. If your father is in the team, I can give you to him."

Yang Huanyu listened to his words, and her face was ugly and seemed to cry. After thinking for a while, she suddenly grabbed Yan Ji and asked, "Brother, are you leaving again? I can't bear to part with you..."

Yan Ji was stunned for a moment and said to her in a warm voice, "We can't be together. You are still young, and there are many things that you still don't understand."

Yang Huanyu didn't care what his words meant at all. He shook his wrist and muttered, "I don't care. I just want to see you. I don't care about anything else..."

As she spoke, several shadows had flown to the fire. Obviously, someone found the burning flame. In addition to a few people who rushed to the flame, there were also a few dark shadows rushing towards Yan Ji. Most of them heard Yang Huanyu's voice.

"It turned out to be the little son of Taiqing Palace. You are looking for death!"

Before the people arrived, those strange ghost-like voices had come first. Then, a blood-red skull lit up in the air, and Chaoyan and Yang quickly hit them over.

At the same time, Yan Ji also reacted in time. The green light of the Jinghong Fairy Sword rose to the sky and gathered a layer of blue light wall in mid-air, blocking countless ferocious and terrible skeleton skulls from the aperture.

With the bright light of the fairy sword, Yan Ji saw that the clothes of those people in black were embroidered with blood-red skeleton heads, which were the disciples of the Hell Sect, one of the three schools of the Demon Sect. From this point of view, Yan Ji's plan has failed and attracted people who should not have come.

In the dark, there seemed to be countless people. Yan Ji couldn't see the enemy's form clearly and did not dare to neglect at all. By taking action, he took up ten percent of the true power to form a sword light to protect his body. He was afraid that the power of those magic weapons would be so powerful that they would hurt them and did his best to block those dark red skull magic weapons.

That's all, although those skeleton skulls hit on the aperture of the fairy sword, although they were not as powerful as Yan Ji thought, it also made him feel that his body was shaking violently and could hardly support it.

In anxiety, Yan Ji simply exerted his strength and instilled twelve points of real strength into the sword body. The fairy sword burst out like an explosion, shaking out all the skulls. Several magic weapons seemed to hurt its owner when they flew back, and only heard waves of pain and moans from the darkness.

After this brief pause, countless skull magic weapons came in the dark, twice as many as last time, and the mouths and eyes of those skulls also sprayed a thick green poisonous fog. Wherever the poisonous smoke went, the originally lush vegetation suddenly withered, making a "sizzling" sound. Rotted into a stream of black water.

Even those hard rocks were corroded by poisonous smoke and burst into stone powder and spread on the ground, which shows how strong the toxicity of these strange magic weapons is.