Chapter 128 Return

Qin Yan looked at the book in his hand, opened it and looked at it. A wisp of strange emotion quietly sprouted in his heart. In fact, half of the content has been seen, and it has become quite familiar in many recollections, but when the pictures and words are truly reflected in his eyes again, he still can't help remembering the scene of Lin Muyao accompanying him in the library that day.

Even if it is an annoying past that day, if you put it in your memory and taste it, you will feel that it has a different flavor. After parting, everything became better. What's more, the young lady is indeed a righteous person, and Qin Yan is very attached to her.

This is something that has never been seen in the door, which can be called touching... No, if you reveal that already vague past, in fact, a long time ago, I also had this thing.

Jiang Yao... It's probably been seven or eight years since I mentioned this name. The brother who accompanied me through the first most difficult four years but betrayed me at the last moment. I don't know if he was reincarred into a good family.

Now think about it, in fact, you can't blame him. Everything in the devil's cave is only for survival, but he was too innocent to accept it. I can't keep my brotherhood because I'm not strong enough. Now that I think about it, maybe I should spare his life. Anyway, after all, we have had four years of living and death together!

That's all, people in the past can't be chased, and the future is unknown and will never change. The only thing I can do is to grasp the present.

With a long sigh, turn over the pages, word by word, and read it carefully. After a long time, I finally read it. He carefully put away the book and the scroll of the Buddha statue and put them close to his arms. At this time, it was already the afternoon sun set, and it was time to leave the so-called feelings and nostalgia and go back to the gloomy and dark world.

Although the master does not set a date to go back, if he still lingers in the Central Plains for a long time, he is too ignorant. Face is given to each other. Since the master spoils me, I also want to give him some thin face, right?

After all, the worldly laughter does not belong to me. Only walking in that dark world is my real destiny!

So, he ran all the way to the west. When he was exhausted, he meditated for a moment, recovered his strength, and set out again. With this process, the blood in the body grows little by little until it returns to its peak. Day and night, black and night, he stepped through thousands of barren mountains under his feet. In this way, after three days and nights, I finally saw the familiar ferocious skeleton thorn gate and the seven big characters in the book of living blood on the huge stone tablet -

"Biluo Valley, strangers stop!"

Blue valley, narrow and long valley, steep cliffs on both sides, and strange rocks protrude. Yellow sand is stacked on the ground, either towering as mountains or sinking into valleys, undulating. Countless green or red dim light spots are scattered in this sand and stone pile, drifting. Sometimes a faint whistling wind raised a piece of sand and dust, revealing piles of skeletons below.

Qin Yan walked past the sand pile, and his feet made a creaking crisp sound from time to time. It was the sound of dead bones breaking and broken, which, together with the wind, soaked people's cold.

A long and horrible channel, but it can't run quickly with light power. As long as the speed of pedestrians reaches a certain level, or the height of the jump exceeds a certain boundary, there will be a hell to open, leading you to fall into the underworld forever.

The valley named after the high artistic conception is the closest place to the Yellow Spring.

Even if Qin Yan is confident that his current cultivation can carry out several waves of attacks, he does not dare to exceed the moment. Biluo Valley is different from other places. If you dare to break through below Tianyuan, you will die. No matter how long you can hold on, as long as you don't escape before the last one comes, the ending will be the same.

The long canyon, winding westward, refreshing scenes of horror without repetition. The strange wind blows on the face, the ghosts wander around, and there are often ghost claws sticking out from the sand and pulling people's ankles. This is definitely not an illusion. As long as normal people stay here for a while, they will fall into madness. And to pass through this valley, even at the fastest speed close to the limit, it will take at least a whole day.

Qin Yan carefully controlled the pace, which was far from the limited speed, and he had to clean up the monsters that jumped out from time to time, so it took a particularly long time. From afternoon to dusk, to midnight, and then to dawn, after a battle with a red ghost, he finally escaped from this horrible passage.

After the blue valley, there is the dragon leaping cliff. The two cliffs look at each other, and the two divine gold iron cables above and below are connected, and there is an endless abyss under the cliff. The two cliffs have been full of ecstasy wind for many years, and they will collapse when they are blown. Therefore, they have to wait until noon, when the yin qi is slightly weak, and then find the right time when the wind stops.

Of course, with Qin Yan's current cultivation, he can probably break through. However, he will never do this kind of self-inflict behavior.

He waited in the grottoes for a long time, meditated for a long time, recovered, and then came to the edge of the cliff. Although I have no idea of breaking through, I also want to try the strength of the bone wind. Is it really as terrible as the legend?

The edge of the cliff was calm, and the range of the wind did not reach this area. Only in the middle of the cable, the strength of the wind is the strongest peak, and it even shows gray-black visible to the naked eye. Through the disordered energy torrent, I can't feel the scene across the cliff at all. Of course, Qin Yan just wants to test on the edge and never wants to show the carnival at the end of life with his own life.

He held the iron rope and moved forward carefully step by step. After four or five steps, I gradually felt it. The wind here is still very weak, but it is a little cold and boneless, which is not much different from the cold wind in winter. Qin Yan then took a few more steps forward and gradually felt that his skin was tingling by the wind, showing a red color. If you move forward, you may have to fight with all your strength to resist, which is an extremely dangerous practice. There is no regularity in the early morning. In case you get a little stronger again, won't you have bad luck?

However, it's always okay to just lean down and touch it with your hand!

When he did this, he only felt that his hand was numb for a moment. He hurriedly pulled back his hand like lightning. When he put it in front of him, he saw a dark blue color on the back of his hand, almost unconscious, and the numbness along his arm. But the blood gas in the body reacted, rushing away the cold current into the body and forcing it out of the body. And the blood in his hands gradually became active and quickly recovered as before.

But that's it!

With the strength of my current body, I can resist the wind seven steps away. If I use blood to protect my body again, I should be able to rush over it - but it will be very tired!

When he was a little proud, a strong wind suddenly blew from behind and pushed him hard. He rushed forward a few steps unexpectedly and suddenly fell into the most windy road.

"Damn it! Careless!" This idea only came to his mind, and his limbs and trunks were frozen and numb by the wind in an instant.