Leng Changkong's sword path has reached the peak of the fifth floor, and he can also fight against the masters on the sixth floor.

Both strength and courage are quite awesome.

But at this time, he was on the Gushan Path and had not yet penetrated deeper, panic arose in his sword mind's sea of ​​consciousness.

This is undoubtedly a shame for a practitioner who has been proud of his swordsmanship for many years.

But it also further confirms that there are unknown fears and dangers hidden deep in the lonely mountain.

The colleague of the writer is now in Gushan. He originally thought that something big happened, so he sent a signal to call someone to investigate, but now it seems that he is in a bad situation!

Who is so bold that he dares to find trouble for the writer in the Great Wei Imperial City?

Leng Changkong was very thoughtful. He held the sword tightly and looked up at the headspace again. The fireworks signal of the long golden pen had gradually dissipated. If he didn't go in, he was afraid that his colleague would be really unpredictable.

The cold wind blew, causing a few times of shock to the cold.

Slowly spread the depressing atmosphere in the lonely mountain.

Leng Changkong hesitated for a moment and finally planned to bring his sword in.

Before leaving, he did not go to see Li Sansi, but said three words to him with his back: "You stay."

Simple and direct, with a bit of a domineering president.

Indeed, if Gushan is in danger, Li Sansi will be cannon fodder when he enters.

Not only can't help, it will also drag you down.

Staying in the same place is the most correct choice.

He posed as a cool master, intending to leave a firm back for Li Sansi and then went into the mountains alone.

But what responded to him was the sound of heavy footsteps... Li Sansi walked past Leng Changkong without saying a word, and actually stepped onto the path faster than him.

"I, Li Fengqi, are you a greedy person who is afraid of death?"

Li Sansi stopped and did not look back, but also responded to Leng Changkong with a firm back.

It seems that he is planning to follow him into the mountain.

Want to leave me alone in this ghost place? What should I do if I feed the wolf?...Li Sansi couldn't help but complain, "You can send me back first!"

Leng Changkong was quite shocked, "I did not read him wrong! I still insisted on going into the mountain with me even though I knew this trip was dangerous. It would be worth my high hopes for him!"

He walked to Li Sansi with great strides, Leng Changkong patted his shoulder heavily, "Okay! I'm not alone with you on the sword path... But remember to follow me closely, as long as my sword is still there, I will protect you."

You have to say this? I must hold your thighs tightly!...Li Sansi smiled slightly and pretended not to care, "Sir Leng, let's go."

Before he knew it, he came to the back of Leng Changkong again and gave up the current position of the road.

He looks quite polite.

Leng Changkong nodded and stopped talking nonsense. The sword light rose slightly, covering the two of them, and slowly walked towards the Gushan Path.

It is strange that at this moment, the Si hour has just arrived, and the morning sun is rising, and red lights are spread throughout the southern part of the city, but there has not been a ray of warm sun infiltrating this lonely path, as dark and gloomy as if leading to the depths of the ground.

The two sides of the trail are full of dead wood and blood-red soil, coupled with the hazy light and color charm, and the cool and quiet atmosphere. There is no need to film other scenes for ghost movies.

The more Li Sansi walked, the more he felt more and more panicked. He always felt that this place was very similar to the dark alley that collided on Demon Suppressing Street.

Could it be that there is also a sealed demon here?

As soon as this thought arose, a divine thought full of murderous intent came from the palace of thought. I think it was the demon in seclusion and was unhappy again.

Li Sansi had no time to quarrel with him, so he chose to ignore him directly.

But for some reason, when he sensed the aura of the demon, he relaxed for no reason.

From the Demonic Patriarch, he has a sense of security.

The path gradually narrowed, and at first the two of them could still stand side by side, but at this moment they could only walk one by one. Li Sansi, who was behind the hall, looked at the back of Leng Changkong's head and always felt a little uncomfortable. He was about to stretch his neck to see where he was walking, but Leng Changkong suddenly stopped.

He stopped in an instant, as if something was ahead to stop him.

Li Sansi almost ran into it and said in surprise: "What's wrong?"

At the same time, uneasiness arose in my heart.

"You'd better not look at it."

Leng Changkong did not look back, but his voice rang, his tone was solemn as never before, "Just close your eyes."

His right hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword at some point. Although the long sword had not been unsheathed, the sword intent had already surrounded it.

Cold and sharp.

It seems to be able to completely separate the dark colors around the trail.

Li Sansi didn't dare to be naughty. He immediately tried to communicate with the demon in the Palace of Thought, but did not get any response.

I think the arrogant Demonic Patriarch doesn't want to pay attention to him anymore.

Damn it!...Li Sansi was so angry, "Pretend to death at the critical moment!"

How dare he close his eyes?

In the darkness, human fear will be infinitely magnified.

Only by striving to keep the spiritual platform clear and clear, seeking calmness and concentration can he remain rational to the greatest extent.

But at this time, the sky became heavier.

Li Sansi suddenly felt a warning sign. When he looked up, his face turned pale in an instant... Where did that extremely bright sunshine go?

The head sky was as dark as ink, as if someone had covered the sky with a huge black cloth, and the light and color of the sky were completely destroyed.

Fear and darkness came quickly like tides, instantly flooding the lonely mountain and the path, these two uninvited guests from the imperial city.

Li Sansi straightened his body in this sudden darkness and did not dare to move.

Damn it?

He widened his eyes and slowly lowered his head, he could only vaguely see a human-shaped outline in front of him, which should be Leng Changkong.

The black warrior suit on the other party looked dark and mysterious in such a deep darkness.

Li Sansi swallowed, breathed calmly, moved forward one step closer to Leng Changkong.

His right hand then stretched out, trying to grab Leng Changkong's black hem... The darkness cannot be seen, and once it gets separated, it will be bad.

Leng Changkong in front of him seemed to have the same plan. He stretched out one hand and grabbed Li Sansi's right wrist with great force. It was the uneasiness in his heart that made him in a state of high tension and no seriousness in his actions.

Hiss~ Be gentle!...Li Sansi couldn't help but scream, "Mr. Leng, you've hurt me!"

A cold wind blew, and the cold came.

Li Sansi couldn't help but shivered, feeling like she wanted to pee.

He found that the hand holding his wrist not only did not intend to release it, but the force of grasping became increasingly larger and faster, appearing rapid and excited.

Li Sansi was confused.

What's wrong with Leng Changkong?

It was at this moment that he felt something was wrong... Why was the touch of that hand so strange?

It is as dry as dead branches, but as cold as ice, as if it was a dry, freshly dug out from the ground, dead man's hand!

A chill rushed straight from the soles of the feet to the forehead!

Li Sansi was almost about to collapse. He slowly raised his head, looked directly at the black humanoid outline in front of him with courage, and asked tentatively, "Mr. Leng?"

The cold wind rose again, slowly spreading his voice, like the dream of a ghost in the darkness.

"Shh~"

No one responded in front of him, but suddenly a sound of blowing air came from behind his ears, itchy, cool, warm and humidity.

He froze, and the adrenaline in his body soared to the extreme at this moment.

There is really a ghost!

"I'll count three times, you lower your head."

The sound of blowing turns into a whisper.

Li Sansi heard it. It was Leng Changkong's voice!... Damn! Just talk, what are you doing when you breathe in my ear?

etc!

Leng Changkong is behind me?

When did he get behind me?

Li Sansi looked like a ghost, "Who is the figure in front of me? Who is the hand holding my wrist?"

"one."

Leng Changkong's whisper interrupted his thoughts.

"two."

The atmosphere became more and more tense.
To be continued...