? "Wow——"

The falling rate is getting faster and faster.

Zhang Ruochen bit his teeth and immediately exerted the power of the dragon ball. A pair of golden dragon wings spread out on his back, and with the help of his wings, he slowed down his fall.

The further downwards, the greater the strength Zhang Ruochen bears.

Later on, even if you have dragon wings, the role it plays is quite limited.

Moreover, the space under the cliff is even more fragile. Every few dozen meters, one or two huge space cracks appear, lying across the air. Once it falls into it, anyone will undoubtedly die.

On several occasions, Zhang Ruochen almost fell into the void space.

"Haha! Zhang Ruochen, why do we die together!"

Feng Han fell below Zhang Ruochen, his face covered in blood, and he laughed fiercely with a ferocious and fierce smile.

"Even if you die, you must die before me."

A condensed look appeared in Zhang Ruochen's eyes.

The next moment, he used the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, and the dragon roar sounded from his body. The sound of the dragon shadow and the elephant shadow surged out from his arms, condensed into palm prints, and kept slapping downwards.

"Bang bang."

Seventeen palm prints were shot out in a row, and they kept hitting Feng Han's body.

Even though Feng Han had the resistance of the real cauldron of the hundred beasts, blood was still flowing from his mouth, and more than ten blood patterns were cracked in his chest, almost shattering.

Just when Zhang Ruochen was about to shoot out the eighteenth palm, he saw a black ground below Feng Han, appearing.

Has reached the bottom of the cliff.

"Haha! Master, your proud disciple has died just as old as before. He can't inherit your legacy and has no chance to become a sword saint."

Feng Han smiled even louder. Even if he was about to die here, Zhang Ruochen would be buried with him.

However, under Feng Han's surprised eyes, Zhang Ruochen took out the Qiankun Divine Wood Picture, opened the door of space, and jumped into the world of picture scrolls.

As soon as the door of space was closed, the Qiankun Divine Wood Picture fell to the ground.

"No……"

Feng Han roared and landed first, smashing the hard stone to pieces.

Of course, his powerful semi-saint body also turned into a ball of blood mud, leaving only a silver bone, which was also embedded in the stone.

Just a cliff, no matter how high it is, it will never die of a half-saint.

However, the powerful downward force, coupled with the gravity of the monk himself, overlapped with each other, and when it touched the ground in an instant, it was like a saint's full force hitting his body. Even if there were treasures, it could not be resisted.

The next moment, Zhang Ruochen walked out of the scroll world, landed on the ground, took out the Shenkun Picture of the God of Heaven and Kun that was trapped underground, pinched it in his hand, and wiped the dust on it.

The picture scroll is intact.

"It's a pity that I haven't used to comprehend the rules of space yet, otherwise I wouldn't have to borrow the Qiankun Shenmu Picture to save my life."

Zhang Ruochen re-entered the picture of the divine wood of the universe and entered the Qihai Sea, feeling quite emotional.

No matter what, it is the greatest blessing to be able to save your life.

Zhang Ruochen raised his head and looked upwards of the cliff. He could see that there were space cracks distributed above his head. Those space cracks were sometimes closed and sometimes cracked, which seemed quite unstable.

With his cultivation level, he jumped up and could only jump nine feet high. After falling to the ground, his legs fell directly into the ground, and the bones in his body seemed to be about to fall apart.

"I wonder if Senior Sister Duanmu has returned to the top of the cliff?"

Zhang Ruochen secretly estimated that even if there was no accident, it would take at least several months to climb from the bottom of the cliff to the top of the cliff.

The cliff is full of dangers and the probability of no accidents is too low.

In other words, with Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level, it is almost impossible to return to the top of the cliff. For many people, this is a very desperate thing.

However, he was very open-minded and just shook his head gently, then looked at the ground.

There are dozens of large pits on the ground, and at the bottom of each pit, there is a white bone. Human bones account for the majority, and there are also several skeletons of wild beasts.

Zhang Ruochen also found broken silver wire ropes and iron chains at the edges of some of the big pits.

Obviously, they all wanted to find the medicine for resurrection and the corpse of the gods, but they had an accident and fell down and died of a life of death.

What terrible things have happened to them?

What kind of danger is there on the cliff?

It can still have complete bones after falling from here, and at least it is the ninth transformation monk of the fish and dragon who has cultivated the glaze treasure body. It is even likely that all of them are semi-saints, and in the Kunlun Realm, they must be overlords who are stimulating the side.

"A rumor about the resurrection drug has killed so many people, and it is not the mastermind behind the scenes. Who is it? No..."

Zhang Ruochen suddenly appeared something and looked into the pit again.

"How come all are bones and flesh on their bodies? Is there some kind of creature at the bottom of this cliff?"

Zhang Ruochen was cautious and released his space domain and mental power completely in case of accidents.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen felt as if there were eyes staring at him in the darkness.

"Who?"

Zhang Ruochen pointed out his fingers, and a sword wave like a pillar of fire flew out of his fingertips, and hit him in the direction he sensed.

However, the power of the sword wave just exploded and shattered the fragile space.

Zhang Ruochen had to immediately put away his strength and retreated quickly. Then, he chased him out faster and disappeared into the darkness.

Not long after, a ghost fog shook above the cliff.

Then, a huge phoenix shadow flew down and turned into a stunning beautiful woman's shadow at a distance of hundreds of feet from the ground, condensed into Mu Lingxi's petite body.

A pair of beautiful phoenix wings turned into spots of light and flew into their backs.

Mu Lingxi first observed around and walked to the edge of a large pit. He saw that the pit was covered with blood and only meat paste was left.

The blood had not dried yet, and a faint heat was emitted.

Her legs trembled and fell to the ground. She felt very painful in her heart, as if a blade was stirring.

"Why... why... why did I have to experience such...pain...woo..."

Mu Lingxi pressed his hands on the ground, his ten fingers embedded in the stone. His crystal white face, with tears, was also close to the soil, and a feeling of sorrow came out.

This feeling is really painful.

If she had known, she wouldn't have jumped off the cliff, so why did she do such a stupid thing? If Zhang Ruochen hadn't been to save her, she wouldn't have died with Feng Han.

"It's all my fault... it's me... it's me who killed you... I'm sorry..."

Mu Lingxi lay on the ground with her head loose, tears kept flowing out, and a rapid breathing sound came out of her mouth, her eyes became extremely clear, and she said, "Since you are dead, what's the point of living?"

She pressed her hands on the ground and suddenly sat up. She took out the ancient sword of Shenyuan and was about to stab her heart.

However, just as she raised her head, she saw a young and handsome figure standing opposite the pit. The other party was staring at her with curious eyes.

Who is not Zhang Ruochen?

Mu Lingxi felt like he had become petrified, and the sword he raised was also stopped in the air.

Zhang Ruochen pursed his lips and asked, "Senior Sister Duanmu, what are you doing?"

Mu Lingxi's sudden eyes surged out of big tears again, and directly threw the Chenyuan Ancient Sword out, rushed forward, and rushed into Zhang Ruochen's arms.

Zhang Ruochen looked at Chen Yuan Ancient Sword, then at the blood mud on the ground, guessing what happened, and a complex and difficult-to-understand feeling arises in his heart.

Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes, lowered his head slightly, sniffed it gently between the silk behind Mu Lingxi's ears, and then stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly.

Suddenly, Mu Lingxi raised his head, and his two soft and fragrant lips were printed with Zhang Ruochen's lips.

After a long kiss, Mu Lingxi gasped slightly, clenched his pink fist, hung his chest a little, and asked with tears in his eyes: "Where did you go just now? I thought..."

"I just encountered a strange thing, so I rushed over to chase it. But it was too fast to catch up." Zhang Ruochen's palm stroked Mu Lingxi's cheek and sighed softly: "In the future, you are not allowed to do stupid things again. If I come back a little later, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"Um."

Mu Lingxi's two rows of eyelashes blinked gently and smiled: "As long as you are alive, I will never do anything stupid."

Zhang Ruochen exclaimed lightly and stared at Mu Lingxi's eyebrows.

I saw a blood-red phoenix mark on her eyebrows, which was only the size of cinnabar, but it was extremely bright, with a very sacred wave of power gushing out.

It's obviously just a mark, but it seems like it can survive at any time.

Mu Lingxi obviously noticed something, and gently touched her eyebrows with her fingers. Looking back, she suddenly changed into a phoenix...

So she immediately put her mental power into her body and began to investigate.

In the sea of ​​qi, a mass of holy aura in the shape of a phoenix appeared, as if it was life, gently slapping its wings and making a low voice.

"Is it because the phoenix blood in the body is stimulated?"

Mu Lingxi also had a little understanding of what happened to her. Fortunately, according to the meridian diagram of "Eight Desolations", he controlled the flow of holy energy.

"Wow—"

A pair of huge ice wings rushed out from their backs, which were more than ten meters long, with bright feathers, emitting colorful light. There were even the rules of wind, the rules of measure, the rules of ice..., more than one hundred rules of holy paths, flowing between the wings.

Mu Lingxi's temperament has become extremely sacred, her skin is as crystal clear as jade, and each silk also emits a faint holy light, just like a phoenix girl descending to earth, and she will fly away at any time and disappear into the world.

Her pair of phoenix wings are real existences, not created by the illusion of holy energy.
Chapter completed!