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Before the last trace of darkness was dispelled by a touch of snow-whiteness in the horizon, all the monks stood in front of the former arena.

The buildings on the ground have become ruins, and there are not much under the ground. Zhang Xiaohan is surrounded by Song Chensha, Mu Mu and Bianhai.

No one dared to persuade Zhang Xiaohan to take the teleportation array in the second group. What Zhang Xiaohan brought to them was the fear that invaded the bone marrow.

The wilderness was covered with miasma, and the natural dangerous land could suddenly drop down tens of thousands of pounds. It did not stop the lonely intruder. When the darkness was still there, he was already standing on the solid land.

The miasma of the swamp was far behind, and the solid ground no longer pulled him down. In the distance, there were vast plains and then the ups and downs of mountains.

The plain is wide and has been reclaimed into spiritual fields. The fragrance of spiritual plants is heard from the night wind. The intruders are restrained and their feet are as if they are stepping on the vegetation of the spiritual fields, passing by lightly.

The mountains were approaching in a blink of an eye, and he slowly stood at the highest point on the mountain.

It seems to be another wilderness, no, it seems to be a ferocious beast field. It will not deceive him after decades of dormant in the wilderness. There are so many ferocious beasts here, but they strangely share such a territory together.

A hint of white began to appear in the horizon, but the day and night were not very different for monks, especially for monks in the wasteland. The intruders tried not to let their spiritual sense disturb the surroundings and slowly went deeper.

Under the Rock City Fighting Field, Xiaobao jumped on Zhang Xiaohan's shoulder. The teleportation array could only teleport four people at a time, but Xiaobao's space was not restricted by the teleportation array rules.

The space is very crowded now, so everyone can only stand silently, not to mention that there are a few ferocious beasts, and the confused monsters that have been completely suppressed by the ferocious beasts.

Zhang Xiaohan stepped onto the teleportation array, Song Chensha and Mu Jin followed, and then Bian Hai. The teleportation array was filled with inspiration, and the figures of the four gradually blurred.

In the swamps and mountains in the wilderness, the silence that had been silent for a night was gradually broken by dawn. On a manually-cut cliff, a colorful bird with uneven feathers on its body was forcibly stretched out, and together with two slightly shrunk feet, they were nailed to the stone wall behind them by the spirit-locking nail.

The morning breeze blew across this area, causing the colorful bird's lowered head to shake slightly, opened its closed eyes, and looked at the rising sun in the distance in the sky.

At this moment of the day, he would stare at the rising sun, feel the moment of tranquility brought to him by the color, and give him hope and courage to welcome the new day.

She will definitely come to save him.

He knew where his belief came from, and he believed that as long as she had enough strength, she would definitely come.

The young female cultivator never spoke much, and her cultivation was not higher than theirs, but the feeling she gave him was enough to trust.

Cai Bird's head turned slightly, and this movement involved the wings. The pain that penetrated into the depths of his spiritual consciousness made his movement pause for a moment.

That direction is the direction where the insect ant left. He didn't know how to keep it, but he knew that it was the insect ant who gave him the courage to survive.

It was dawn, and he slowly closed his eyes.

The door of a stone chamber next to a large empty field opened. A monk in the middle walked out. He looked around and cursed in a low voice. He said, "It's been a hundred years since this ghost place. The things he contacts every day that are not **** nor beasts make him feel that he is abnormal."

But I also know that it is not that easy to leave here. For the sake of the fairy stone, I will always be able to leave sooner or later.

In fact, it is not that bad here, with sufficient cultivation resources and ferocious beasts and monks who can vent.

Thinking of the ferocious beast that could be vented, he looked up at a rock wall that was chiseled straight and walked over.

This is an errand that anyone can get. At first, he didn't like it, but after a long time here, his heart gradually moved when he heard the screams of tearing every morning. But unexpectedly, after a single hand, he fell in love with this errand. If someone wanted to replace him for a day, he would feel uncomfortable all day long.

When he thought of the beast being tortured under the appearance of a human monk, his eyes were looked upon when he thought of humiliating and fiddling with it one by one, he felt a strange excitement in his heart, which made him wish he could strip his feathers and then dig his eyes and cut his tongue. Unfortunately, he didn't dare. He knew the value of the existence of this colorful bird, and knew that such punishment was to shock the others here...****.

Yes, those ferocious beasts are not completely considered ferocious beasts, but they are not monks. The name **** is really appropriate.

Not much time, he approached the cliff and looked up at the colorful bird hanging on the cliff. It hung its head, as if it was about to die.

Haha, how could it die? Death is a good thing for it. Don’t look at it as if it was going to die now, and it fell into his hands for a while. All the monks and beasts in the entire taming yard would hear its screams.

A grim smile appeared on his face. Every morning, its screams woke up everything in the taming field, and the day began with the screams.

He walked over with a grin.

It seemed like a wind was coming from behind, and it seemed that someone was flying in. He smiled and shouted, "It's mine, you're going to come, tomorrow, tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful force suddenly came. He twisted his body and was about to curse, but his body was suddenly grabbed by the air. As soon as the bad thoughts appeared, a cold voice fell into his ears.

"Don't kill him." Hearing this, his body was already penetrated to the ground, and his meridians were also blocked in an instant. He felt dizzy and his bones were shattered. He wanted to curse, but he couldn't say it.

In amazement, he saw a woman's back flying up the cliff and landing on a spitting rock. The rock was originally prepared for him and was used to stand while torture the colorful bird.

"Zhuge kills you."

He had never heard a female cultivator shouting out a person's name in such a sad voice, and he opened his eyes wide.

Is that colorful bird called Zhuge Yisho? Is the name of the soul living in its body Zhuge Yisho?

Zhang Xiaohan stood in front of the cliff and looked at the colorful bird nailed to the cliff. The colorful feathers on its body were uneven, revealing the flesh that was mixed with blue and red.

"You are here, Fellow Daoist Zhang, you are finally here." A familiar and unfamiliar voice appeared in the spiritual consciousness. Zhang Xiaohan's eyes were blurred by tears. She trembled with her hands to grab the colorful bird, trying to relieve its suffering, but stopped in front of her tremblingly.

Tears slid across the face.
Chapter completed!