"Oh, it's so miserable. If the thrones know this, they will skin me alive and cramp my tendons. Why is my life so miserable?" The tall and thin young man finally stopped.
Her tears flowed like water bursting from a dam.
"It's fine now. It's all fine. They won't know." The young man looked at him with disgust and said.
"It's okay, that's good, that's good, then I'm relieved." The tall and thin young man smiled, but the tears came even more violently, this time he cried with joy.
"Let's go, go back first." The young man turned his head and glanced in the direction of Ling Chuxi and others, and walked forward.
"By the way, young master, what did you mean by those words just now?" the big black face asked curiously.
"What did I say? You heard me wrong." The young man's face turned red. No way, he was overheard by these two guys.
"Did you hear that wrong? No, I clearly heard the young master say that the elixir was very effective, and that he touched his buttocks, and..." the big black face said with a puzzled look.
"You heard me wrong." The boy yelled angrily, blushing even more.
"But..." the big black-faced man continued to say, but was pinched hard by the tall and thin young man, "Shut up, idiot! You heard wrong."
The big black face stopped talking in pain, with a look of confusion and distress on his face, muttering in his heart: "How could I hear it wrong? I obviously heard it."
The young man glared at the big black face fiercely, and ran away as if he was running away. Leaving behind was the blank black face and the tall, thin young man with an angry look on his face.
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At dawn, the sun shines through the treetops, and the birds are singing in the forest, creating a lively scene.
One hare even strutted up to the fire, stuck out its butt and opened its eyes wide, staring at the uninvited guests provocatively.
Ling Chuxi had a look of astonishment on her face. It was strange. The wild game that she couldn't find even with the Divine Refining Art last night came out at this moment. Even Mo Kongyuan's eyes widened in shock. It was really a ghost.
Unfortunately, time was running out, so Mo Kongyuan could only stare at the ignorant hare, swallowed his saliva and hurried towards Xiaoyingu Mountain.
The deeper you go into the Yingu Mountains, the more rugged and difficult the roads become. In many cases, there are even no roads at all. It is obviously an abyss of cliffs, but it winds east and west under the feet of a few people. Inexplicably, it suddenly becomes clear before their eyes.
And the hidden monsters in the mountains are getting stronger and stronger. Along the way, not ten but eight eighth-level monsters died in the hands of a few people.
It's no wonder that Ling Chuxi has never heard of Xiaoyin Ancient Mountain. Only a few of them can find such a road, and only their strength can walk down it. If it had been anyone else, let alone those cliffs.
These eighth-level monsters alone can kill them without a place to die.
More than ten days later, several people finally arrived at their destination.
"Is this Xiaoyin Ancient Mountain?" Ling Chuxi asked doubtfully as she looked at the not-so-majestic mountain peak in front of her.
"No, this is just one of the eight formation eyes of the Eight Gate Formation. If those monster beasts really escaped from Xiaoyingu Mountain, there must be something wrong with one of the formation eyes." Mo Kongyuan said.
Only then did Ling Chuxi notice that there were seven similar peaks around, but between the eight peaks were forest waves like a sea of misty clouds. Ling Chuxi focused her eyes and could faintly see that between the clouds and mist, there was a ten thousand-year-old mountain.
The majestic peak looms like a mirage, giving people an extremely unreal feeling. It must be the real Xiaoyin Ancient Mountain.