Chapter 119 Traces of Little Boy

So far, Hong Yu has completely put down his heart knot. Yes, it's all God's will. Everything is his uncle's will!

"Then, let's move on and kill whoever comes to ambush us!" Lu Feng, a disciple of Piao Weifeng, was full of energy and laughed.

Although he knows very well that his hope of getting the magic finger is very slim, Hong Yu's hope of finally getting the magic finger is very big. Hong Yu and Qianlan's combination, who else dares to play the front? If Hong Yu finally competes for the magic finger, it will also indirectly improve the strength of the teacher.

The disciples of Juetianmen went all the way to 100,000 mountains. They can't know what the situation of the 100,000 mountains is, but it must be extremely fierce. The sects and families in the whole Tianyuan mainland have come out of holes. Such a battle is completely imaginable.

Two days later, they have entered the edge of 100,000 mountains. The towering ancient trees here are almost destroyed. On the ground, there are traces of war everywhere, leaving shocking pits and corpses. Above the sky, blood is shrouded in blood.

Suddenly, Hong Yu's eyes condensed slightly and looked at a boulder not far away. There was a string of small claw marks on the boulder.

He raised the tip of his eyebrows gently and felt that the more he looked at this string of small claw marks, the more familiar he became. This... Why does it seem to be left by Xiaoguai? Is it that Xiaoguai also came to fight for the magic finger?

"Little boy is in this 100,000 mountain."

With joy in his heart, Hong Yu smiled and made such a judgment. He had been separated from the little thing for many years, but he didn't expect to meet here. He turned around and waved his hand to the disciples and walked forward quickly.

Less than two miles forward, Hong Yu found a shocking pit again. There was a blood stain on the pit. At the same time, a string of small claw marks were clearly left on the floating soil. There is no need to know who left this amazing pit.

"I haven't seen you for so many years, and I don't know how this little guy is practicing with the God of Light? Now that I suddenly face so many world-class strong men, I don't know if it will be dangerous?" Looking at the blood stains in the big pit that had not yet dried up, Hong Yu frowned slightly and faintly worried.

Although the cultivation and inheritance of the little thing is very powerful, and the ** way of the God of Light is absolutely extraordinary, after all, this is a war in troubled times. Even a pervert like Duanmu Yihuang has come out of a hole. Can the little thing cope with it when he is so young?

As the disciples walked in the depths of 100,000 mountains, they occasionally met some retreating practitioners. The words of these practitioners made Hong Yu completely relieved.

In the depths of 100,000 mountains, in the battle for the magic finger, a magical beast appeared. Its combat effectiveness is amazing, which gives the practitioners who have to participate in the magic finger battle a big headache. Up to now, the beast has used its magic power to send many cultivation masters directly into a different time and space.

Hearing such news, a smile slowly appeared on Hong Yu Junxiu's little face and was completely relieved.

At the same time, he had some doubts in his heart. Didn't the inheritance power of the little thing hook the natural road and evolve into super bamboo trees? Why did he send people directly into different time and space?

"Squeak... The mouse said that the little one also came. Didn't it practice with the bright old boy?" General Hucun stood on Hong Yu's shoulder, his body suddenly trembled, and a pair of bean-like mice blinked. Obviously, he still remembered the little thing vividly.

Other disciples of Juetianmen also showed surprise on their faces. Listening to the description of these retreating practitioners, the little thing in those years seems to be very powerful now!

Murong Qi smiled and said, "Well, now with the help of this little thing, the magic finger must belong to us."

Qianlan beside Hongyu heard that the little thing is now in the depths of the 100,000 mountains. Her elegant little face suddenly flashed a trace of joy. Although she didn't spend with the little thing for a long time, she is usually the least immune to cute things like small things.

Through a pine forest ruined by the war, the terrain in front of it began to flatten, forming a hundred feet of flat land. When the flat land passed, there was an ancient forest, towering ancient trees. Xila grew there, and many of them had been broken by the waist, and some were even Uprooted.

Looking at the messy ancient wood forest in front of him, Qianlan Xiu's eyebrows around Hong Yu frowned slightly and said lightly, "In the ancient forest in front of him, there are ambusters, and they should not be weaker than the previous 17th generation of magic knives."

At the end of her words, she dissipated and turned into a mountain of gorgeous fluorescence. Immediately, the fluorescence quickly condensed into a faint ancient sword, quietly suspended in the void.

Without saying a word, Hong Yu immediately raised his hand and held the world's ancient sword in his hand. In an instant, he burned a huge sense of war in his chest. The little tree of life in Dantian also felt his fighting spirit and slowly swayed. Seven tender green leaves emitted a five-color divine light.

"Who is there? Come out!" Hong Yu held the ancient sword in his hand and pointed to the ancient wood forest from afar. With his slightly thin body, a fierce murderous intention leaked out.

Around him, other disciples of Juetianmen also sacrificed their weapons one after another, pointing to the ancient wood forest far away.

Suddenly, there was a lot of murder!

"Wow...!" A sound of breaking through the sky.

Sud of a sudden, I saw a black mallet, as big as a bucket and hundreds of feet long. It suddenly poked out from the ancient wood forest and swept to the disciples of Juetianmen.

Looking at this super mallet that suddenly swept away, Long Yan frowned and shouted, "No, it's Situ, the owner of the Hundred Demon Cave in the Middle Domain, pop up!"

"Swipe!"

The disciples retreated quickly, but still heard two screams. Two disciples who could not escape were killed under the big mallet.

"Fuck, this bastard Situ also came to ambush us, and we will take his old nest in the future!" Murong Qi scolded on the spot.

"Gaga, who threatened to take my old nest in such a loud tone?"

Over the ancient wood forest, the void shook slightly like water, and slowly highlighted a red hair burning fire, ** a pair of people with wide feet. Yes, this person is the central region of Tianyuan Continent, the owner of the Hundred Demon Cave!

The next moment, Situ came with his big mallet in his air, opened a ferocious mouth, and smiled at the disciples of Juetianmen, "Gaga, Juetianmen also sent you little dolls to get the magic finger to avoid being too confident? Dream! The owner of this cave doesn't want to kill a lot today. You can go back to the gate of heaven by yourself. Don't participate in the fight for the magic finger.

Situ, the owner of the Hundred Demon Cave, naturally knew that Juetianmen was a famous school, and he couldn't afford to provoke it.

During Situ's outburst words, Hong Yu frowned slightly. He held the ancient sword and pointed to Situ Bian. He turned his face to Arnold beside him and said, "It's strange. At the beginning, Situ Bump was the first to rush to 100,000 mountains to fight for the magic finger, but now he gives up the magic finger to block us, which is obviously illogical."

Hearing the words, Arnold nodded. There was a knife-like face that could not see any expression. Some were just cold. A pair of natural lavender eyes coldly looked at Situ violence in front of him: "This Situ violence is fake!"