Chapter 106 Strange Peak Storm

After seeing the white-haired fairy, Amuta was so scared that he didn't dare to say a word. He nestled in the corner of the hut with his head low.

The white-haired fairy glanced at her and quickly walked to the window and said coldly, "Come with me." After saying that, the dust in his hand swept away, and the lock made of spiritual diamond hanging on the door immediately fell to the ground. A breeze brushed and the door was opened.

The white-haired fairy turned around and walked in the clouds ahead.

When Zhao Xuan went out of the house, Amuta immediately greeted him and took his arm like a cheerful magpie.

"You crazy girl."

Zhao Xuan looked pity and stretched out his finger to tap Amuta's nose. "There's nothing I can do about you."

The white-haired fairy turned around after hearing the sound, and the wooden tower let go of Zhao Xuan's arm.

"Little girl, come with me!"

"Oh."

Zhao Xuan summoned Xiaobai and jumped up with Amuta. The two of them followed the white-haired fairy.

At the top of the mountain, the white-haired fairy fell to the ground first. After Zhao Xuan patted Xiaobai's head, Xiaobai bent down and fell next to the white-haired fairy.

The quirky Amuta suddenly jumped off Xiaobai and ran to the edge of the cliff in front of him to see the clouds.

This place should be the highest mountain, surrounded by clouds and fog, and I don't know how many times more than those thin clouds on the mountainside. People are floating in the clouds. No wonder Amta is so excited.

"Brother Xuan, come and see! It's so beautiful here!" Amuta shouted excitedly from the edge of the cliff. She was standing on a big stone, and the faint clouds under her feet swept over her embroidered shoes.

Zhao Xuan shook his head and ran over, standing on another big stone next to Amuta, leaning over and looking under the cliff.

You can hardly see anything below except the ethereal clouds. But if you look carefully, you will find that these clouds are haunted by a faint layer of color streamers, full of mysterious colors. The whole thing looks like Yaochi Wonderland.

"It's so beautiful." Amuta was so excited that he jumped and shouted.

Although the edge of the cliff is full of clouds and fog, there is an abyss below. The dancing appearance of Amuta made Zhao Xuan's heart rise to his throat. One hand held her arm tightly for fear that she would fall off the cliff.

Suddenly, a purple electric light fell from in front of the two and directly hit the clouds under the cliff. For a moment, the sky changed color, and the big dark clouds came from nowhere and swept over them, as if a black net had covered all the sunlight in an instant.

The sky and the earth suddenly became extremely dark.

"Brother Xuan, I'm afraid." Amuta shouted and put his hand around Zhao Xuan's waist.

"It's okay, don't be afraid of Amuta!" This sudden change made Zhao Xuan's heart beat a lot faster, but he still tried his best to comfort Amuta.

While speaking, another flash of lightning fell from the sky and hit the cliff in front of them. The clouds that were originally pale and colorful rolled into a black whirlpool in an instant, mixed with the sound of wind, sounding like ghosts crying, which was chilling.

Amuta subconsciously hugged Zhao Xuan's waist. Somehow, she trembled all over when she heard the roaring thunder.

"Don't be afraid, Brother Xuan is here!"

Zhao Xuan hugged Amuta's body and was ready to walk in, but as soon as he turned around, a strong wind swept in front of him. Zhao Xuan had never seen the hegemony of the wind, and he separated the two bodies at once.

Amuta was blown back to the edge of the cliff and hugged a huge stone on the edge of the cliff with both hands. The wind blew her body and looked as weak as willow catkins.

"Amuta." Zhao Xuan wanted to save her, but as soon as he moved his feet, he was immediately pushed back by a gust of wind and could not move forward. The strong wind blew his cheeks, and his facial features were almost twisted together.

"Brother Xuan, save me quickly."

Amuta is still desperately asking for help. Half of her body has disappeared into the dark clouds and is about to fall into the boundless cliff.

Zhao Xuan was so anxious that a long sword flew out of his hand and went straight to the wooden tower, trying to lift her body with the sword. But the sword has been blown back by a stronger wind when it is only a few tens of centimeters away from the Amita.

Zhao Xuan jumped into the air to catch the sword and jumped to the edge of the cliff again. But every time he approached the Amu Tower, the strange strong wind would hit him. One by one, Zhao Xuan was difficult to walk, and he was thrown to the ground several times.

"Amuta."

With one shout after another, Zhao Xuan's mood began to go crazy. Seeing that Armuta was about to fall into the cliff, but he was unable to save him, his heart was as uncomfortable as a knife.

"Yes, Xianweng." Zhao Xuan suddenly remembered the white-haired fairy who came together, and his eyes lit a glimmer of hope.

Looking back, except for a cloud and fog, there is not even a shadow. There is no white-haired fairy.

The whole mountaintop is divided into black and white.

On one side, there are faint clouds and fog, which is very quiet; on the other side, the wind and clouds are changing, and you can't see your fingers. The lightning king splits off the cliff, and the thunder rumbles and deafening.

"Brother Xuan, save me." Amuta's voice has gradually faded, and the black clouds have flown across her face, choking her repeatedly. Two-thirds of her body has fallen into the cliff, and only a pair of slender palms holding the big stone by the cliff can be faintly seen.

Zhao Xuan sweated coldly and did not work. Looking at Amuta's painful expression, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

"Ah!"

A sad cry cut through the sky, and Amuta's whole body fell into the valley like willow catkins in the wind.

Zhao Xuan's ears were full of Amuta's screams. Unexpectedly, he was stunned and did not respond for a long time.

After the Amu Tower fell into the valley, the black clouds on the edge of the cliff slowly disappeared. The wind stopped, the thunder gradually disappeared, and the world returned to its previous clarity.

Zhao Xuan slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, his eyes had turned back to a cloudy look. Just now, everything was like a dream, but the scream before Amta fell off the cliff was always so real in his ears.

"Amuta." He took a heavy step to the edge of the cliff and leaned down, where there was nothing but a fog.

His legs were soft, and Zhao Xuan collapsed to the ground with tears in his eyes. He muttered to himself, "She, is she dead?"

"She's not dead, she just went back to where she should go."

There was an old and low voice behind him. Zhao Xuan quickly turned around and saw the white-haired fairy slowly walking this way.

Zhao Xuan's eyes were lax and muttered to himself. In my mind, there was only the helpless look before Amuta fell off the cliff, and I couldn't hear the words of the white-haired fairy at all.