The endless abyss, the unknown land, the red clothes are rising and falling, and before I knew it, more than a month has passed.

The strange and gloomy land is full of corpses and bones. Occasionally, birds fall down and can no longer spread their wings. They can only wait for death to come.

Not far away, white mist was filled with blood, and the demon was seriously injured, and he was also unconscious and still unconscious.

Mo Qingbai's sudden palm destroyed most of the demon veins, and he barely relied on his last strength to use the magic technique to return to the place where he transformed into a dragon.

Above the nine heavens, the cold moon shone brightly. Bai Jiao woke up first and barely got up. Just as he was about to step forward, he suddenly staggered and vomited blood.

The white mist gradually dissipated, revealing a pair of eyes that looked like stars. The white dragon waved his hand. In the distance, a hat next to a dead man flew over his head, and the falling black gauze covered his eyes and face.

The next moment, the white mist dissipated, revealing the blue and white clothes. The Supreme Demon transformed, like a phoenix, hated the greedy human beings and did not want anyone to see their appearance.

In front of me, the red clothes were rising and falling, and were driven by inexplicable power, and never fell.

Bai Jiao walked forward and raised his hand to collect the origin of the demon clan.

The crisis is approaching, and the sword intent protects the body, and a stinging sound cuts a wisp of clothes.

"kindness?"

Bai Jiao let out a light ejaculation, and the few true energy left in his palm gathered in his hand, trying to forcibly break through the sword intent that protected the body of the former.

At this moment, the red-clothed eyes opened, and the dazzling sword light passed by, shaking the power of the demon master's palm.

With a loud shock, the two retreated together, Bai Jiao staggered and vomited red again.

The eyes that looked at each other were equally ruthless, one was due to nature, and the other experienced thousands of times. At this moment, they were wary of each other and did not dare to be careless.

"What is this?" Ning Chen frowned slightly and said.

"Burghing Jian" Bai Jiao said hoarsely.

"You want to kill me?" Ning Chen said calmly again.

"I can only go out after repairing the injured body." Bai Jiao replied without any concealing his murderous intent.

"It's a pity that you don't have this ability now"

After saying that, Ning Chen turned around and walked towards the depths of the Burial Spark. His cultivation was suppressed, so the demon lord must not be much better, otherwise he would not be alive now.

Now, it is important to find a way to get out as soon as possible.

Bai Jiao followed quietly, waiting for the former to be careless, and preparing to seize the phoenix source again.

Ning Chen ignored it. Although the demon master could not do anything to him, it was also difficult for him to kill the demon master.

The high moon shines on the cold waterfall, and the lifeless canyon is full of white bones.

Ning Chen walked away for a long time, but had no choice but to stop for a while, sighing in his heart, this time, it was really troublesome.

This is indeed a Jedi without a way out. There are cliffs on both sides, more than ten thousand feet high. It is difficult to climb up to the sky.

The first choice is to offer some of the Fengyuan to help the demon master repair the injured body, and pray that the demon master would not kill him and would be willing to take him out.

The second choice is to climb up and pray to heaven, so that no accidents will happen and fall down halfway.

However, it seems that neither of the two choices is reliable, and no matter which one you choose, it will only die faster.

The cold wind blew, making people feel cold. Ning Chen felt the whole body was cold. After losing his cultivation level, he once again clearly felt the cold weather.

Not far away, the white dragon that lost most of its strength was also uncomfortable. Although the snake likes cold and cold, it has its limits. The nights in this valley are indeed too cold.

"Sir"

The sound of friction between drilling wood sounded, and gradually, wisps of thick smoke emerged from the dead wood, and sparks splashed out.

"It's really no harm in learning more"

Ning Chen sighed and placed the found dead grass on the wooden hole with sparks, blowing it little by little, and was choked from time to time and coughing a few times, which was quite embarrassed.

Not far away, Bai Jiao was stunned and was extremely surprised to see the former rising fire.

In front of the fire, Ning Chen sat quietly, warming his body while thinking about ways to get out.

He could feel that the power on his body was lost every moment. It was estimated that in a few days, there would be no left at all. It would be extremely unlucky to fall into this ghost place.

Bai Jiao walked forward and took action without saying a word. He immediately had a different power than before. At this moment, Ning Chen, whose power was suppressed, was also quite pressured.

Ning Chen stood up, pointed at the sword and shook the power of the demon master's palm. After a loud bang, he took several steps back.

The white dragon vomited red, and Ning Chen was also not feeling well, with blood surging and chest tightness.

After one palm, the white dragon stood beside the fire and stopped taking action.

Ning Chen frowned, confused at first, but after a moment, he understood and weighed the pros and cons, and had to temporarily swallow the loss. When he walked away, a fire broke out again.

A supreme among demons and a sword at the top of the top. At this moment, he fought for a fire, which was really absurd.

On the first night, the two of them were speechless and passed by safely.

Ning Chen was alert, Bai Jiao was equally cautious. When he was resting, he almost turned a blind eye and woke up immediately when there was any movement.

The next day, Ning Chen reluctantly summoned the King of Hell's Divine Sword from the Phoenix Shadow, thinking about whether to take the opportunity to kill the demon master. After thinking for a while, he had to give up this idea.

Their power is not much different now. Even if he can kill him, he will probably be seriously injured. Being injured at this time is no different from seeking death.

When Bai Jiao saw the former take out the sword, he subconsciously got a little farther away and his eyes became more cautious.

All humans are sinister and cunning, and they must be more careful.

"Boom"

When the sun was in the middle of the day, suddenly, the sky was cloudy and there was no time to react. The heavy rain fell, extinguishing the fire left by the two of them. The two former peak powerful men were also poured into chickens.

"I…"

His mind was as firm as Ning Chen, and he couldn't help but swear at this moment. It was raining all night long. Before he could find a way out, he froze to death.

Bai Jiao had no choice but to look at the cunning human in front of him. What should I do?

Ning Chenli ignored the idiots in the distance, and hurriedly found some dead branches and leaves falling from the cliff, tied them with dead vines, and built a simple shelter from rain.

Seeing this, Bai Jiao immediately stepped forward, without saying a word, and wanted to fight again.

Ning Chen was furious, picked up the sword and went up to meet him.

It turns out that a lean camel is bigger than a horse, and the supreme who has few strength left is also a little stronger than someone. Someone is beaten away and falls into the rain outside.

Bai Jiao sat on the stone in the rain shelter and was in a much better mood as he watched the cunning humans fall into the rain.

The sky in the stream was buried, and the woman's face changed at any time. A quarter of an hour later, the sky was raining again on the stream, and the sun shone brightly, which was astonishing as it was.

Bai Jiao walked out of the rain shelter, drew a circle, and declared sovereignty.

Ning Chen raised a middle finger at him and turned his head to leave.

He could see that this demon master didn't understand the worldly ways at all, let alone any shame. He did things all by demonic nature and instinct. When he saw good things, he snatched them. He was simply a robber.

As the saying goes, robbers are not scary, they are afraid that robbers are not educated and unreasonable. What's even more terrifying is that he can't beat him now.

The next night, the dead branches and leaves were wet by the rain, and the fire could not be caught. The two powerful men on the top stared at each other and were frozen all night.

On the third day, the two men lost their strength even more severely, but the order of strength and weakness still remained unchanged.

At night, Ning Chen created a fire and was beaten away.

On the fourth day, it started to rain in the stream again, and the shelter shelter was scraped over, and both of them became chickens.

Fortunately, a wild wolf fell down from the cliff and fell so hard that it was picked up by someone.

Although the innate phoenix body will not starve to death, eating something will always make you warmer, and then you have the strength to fight with a monster and think about how to get out.

The facts have proved that when the fire rises again, a monster comes and grabs it as before.

"Slow down"

Ning Chen directly sent a stone trough of water from the back of his body and threatened, "Come here again, I will put out the fire."

Faced with the threat of cunning humans, Bai Jiao obviously hesitated. He stood there for a long time but still couldn't make up his mind.

That night, Ning Chen enjoyed the warmth of the bonfire with a happy heart and roasted some wolf meat to eat, and was in a very good mood.

On the fifth day, after the sun rose, Ning Chen took the fire, put out the bonfire, secretly hid the wild wolf, and then continued to find a possible way out.

The north and south sides of the Burial Stream are full of steep cliffs, narrow and long in the east and west directions, without any ends.

“Not here”

“Not here”

After searching for the whole day, Ning Chenyang's neck became sore, but he still couldn't find a way out. The mountain was too steep and the sky in the mountain stream was changing. If it rained when I went up, the fun would be great.

At sunset, Ning Chen went back, preparing to raise the fire and eat something. When he walked to the place where the wolf was Tibetan, he suddenly became angry when he saw it.

The wolf is gone, and only a few tufts of wolf hair are left.

In the distance, Bai Jiao was holding a wolf next to him, holding a wooden stick in his hand, and imitating someone to drill wood to make fire.

Unfortunately, after not knowing how long it took, even cigarettes didn't come out.

Ning Chen walked twenty steps away and leaned against the mountain wall, without any contempt on his face.

"Robber, thief"
To be continued...