Section 30 Chapter 30 The weirdo at the bottom of the cliff
The bottom of the cliff was covered with gray snow, and there was a dead silence.
Beside a deep pool, Yuan Futu was lying on his stomach in a miserable state. His wet body was swept away by the cold air and had already turned into ice. Even though his body was much stronger than that of an ordinary person, he was still invaded by the cold poison and shivering.
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However, as long as you are alive, you are lucky!
Yuan Futu's vague consciousness still remembered the scene before falling off the cliff. Although he did not see Pang De's face, it was definitely the killing sword he used. Fortunately, the sword intention had not yet formed, otherwise he would have been killed before falling off the cliff.
He was killed, but the reason he is able to survive under the abyss is because he was relieved by the branches of several old trees along the way, and finally fell into the deep pool, which weakened the physical damage.
Yuan Futu opened his eyes with difficulty and looked around with a hazy vision. He felt that no one had set foot on the bottom of the cliff for hundreds of years. Then he gritted his teeth. His instinctive consciousness of survival restored some strength to his physical body, and slowly
Opening up his arms, the ice particles attached to his arms immediately shook off, and he began to crawl forward inch by inch.
From early morning to dusk, the bottom of the dim cliff looks very dark, with white snow everywhere. Occasionally, you can see a few gray-green old trees peeking out from the silvery cover.
Yuan Futu was once a hunter. He had an extremely strong ability to survive. When he was thirsty, he would hold snow and stuff it into his mouth. He desperately endured the pain of extreme hunger and crawled aimlessly forward. However, there was always a risk of serious injury to his body.
It completely shattered his fragile mind.
The wind and snow were getting fiercer, and he was walking alone in silence. His legs had long lost consciousness, and he was dragging his body full of wounds with difficulty with only his two arms. However, no matter how powerful the physical body was, without food supplies, it could not absorb the essence of heaven and earth.
There is always a moment when all the power is exhausted. I don’t know how long it took, but Yuan Futu’s eyes began to blur, and his consciousness gradually disappeared. At this time, a faint purple light suddenly flashed in the distance.
This light was extremely attractive. The strands were very obvious in the white snow. Yuan Futu was shocked. He used his last strength to crawl to the purple light. Under his blurred vision, he found that there was a tree growing just ten feet away.
Holding a Ganoderma lucidum plant.
The cap of Ganoderma lucidum is as big as a human kidney, and its whole body is surrounded by purple air. It does not fall down in the cold wind and is independent in the white snow.
"Thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum... As expected, God will never stop me."
Yuan Futu was ecstatic in his heart. As long as he swallowed this Ganoderma lucidum, his dead soul sea could absorb the energy of heaven and earth, and then he could leave here. Just when he stretched out his neck and was about to bite it off, suddenly there was a sound coming from in front of him.
There was a roar that shook the sky.
It was a ferocious beast, shaped like a liger, covered in black and white patterns, with a monster-like strong body, its thick front claws scratching the ground, and the two exposed fangs were weirdly long.
, adding a bit of ferocity.
Yuan Futu remembered seeing this beast in the spiritual beast atlas of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. It was called a saber-toothed tiger. It was a third-level spiritual beast. Although the spiritual elixir had not yet been condensed in the body, which was similar to the natal pearl of a practitioner, with the help of
With unimaginable strength and speed, even if Yuan Futu is in full condition, it will be difficult to defeat such a behemoth.
Saliva dripped from between its teeth. The saber-toothed tiger's dark gray eyes stared at Yuan Futu, eyes full of anger. It was obvious that it existed because of this Ganoderma lucidum. Generally, there would be lingzhi near the more precious elixirs.
It is protected by beasts, not to mention that this is a treasure that is more than a thousand years old.
Yuan Futu was almost in despair. With his severely injured body, he had no ability to fight back. He was like a piece of fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.
When the saber-toothed tiger saw someone infringing on its territory, its hair stood on end and it was full of anger. With a roar, it rushed over and grabbed it out of thin air with its huge claws the size of a basin, as if it tore the air and made a roaring sound.
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If this slap is carried out, Yuan Futu's head will turn into minced meat paste.
Poof!
Suddenly, a thin dark green light came from nowhere and penetrated the saber-toothed tiger's head.
Before Yuan Futu could react, he only felt drops of hot liquid dripping down, flowing down his forehead towards his ears and temples. He opened his eyes wide and saw the shocking wounds, while the huge body of the saber-toothed tiger shook twice and hit hard.
It fell beside him, and for a short moment, there was no sound.
"Wind Yuanli!"
Yuan Futu swallowed his saliva. He could clearly feel the powerful wind energy. At this time, the serious injury caused his vision to blur for a moment. In his blurry vision, he could only see a rickety body walking slowly.
Come, the man staggered and breathed heavily, but his feet made no sound despite the thick snow, as if he came from a mysterious world.
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Falling into the unknown realm, he could no longer tell whether it was reality or a dream. Yuan Futu looked at the huge eyes that opened, and the purple patterns in the strange red pupils gradually became brighter, as if the eyes of reincarnation were guiding him into the underworld and into the underworld.
Entering reincarnation, in the abyss of hell, countless ghosts and evil spirits were roaring, roaring, struggling, dragging his body, and tearing his limbs apart piece by piece.
"ah!"
With an exclamation, Yuan Futu woke up from his nightmare. He sat up straight, breathing heavily and covered in cold sweat. He found that it was already late at night, but there was no starlight in the sky, and the biting cold wind was howling.
, and he was behind a rock, the bonfire in front of him was dimly lit, and there was a hint of warmth in the wind and snow.
However, sitting next to the bonfire was a middle-aged man in his fifties. His face was weathered and pale as paper, as if he had been seriously injured, and his body was hunched and thin.
"You're awake." The man's eyes did not move away from the bonfire, and his insidious tone was even more biting than the cold wind.
Yuan Futu said in surprise: "Did you save me?"
The middle-aged man remained silent, and with a flick of his finger, the flames of the bonfire swelled as if dripping oil. Yuan Futu noticed that his clothes were ragged, with many cracks and gaps, dirty and greasy, but on his right shoulder
But you can vaguely see a vague word "青" everywhere.
"Qinghu Gang! Why are there people from Qinghu Gang here?" Yuan Futu was shocked.
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
Yuan Futu knew the grievances between the Qinghu Gang and the Jianzong, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He touched the storage bag hidden on his back, took out the token inside, and said: "I...I am Qing