The mountain forest is quiet, and people in white clothes walk slowly.

"careful."

Lin Ruohuan carefully transmitted the message, with a slight sweat on his forehead.

Tong Feng is even more cautious. Every step he takes, he must use his spiritual energy to soften the strength. He does not even dare to step on dead branches and leaves.

In the quiet mountain forest, the two men in white clothes groped forward step by step, without even realizing it that their palms were getting wet.

suddenly.

"Boo~"

A soft sound broke the silence.

Lin and Tong both turned around.

"who!"

Tong Feng's scream was like thunder, and it seemed that this was the only way to suppress the fear in his heart.

The two of them turned around and looked around.

But not far away, a small yellow flower that was mostly withered trembled slightly, as if it had been nourished by the aura of heaven and earth. The flower had aura and bloomed again.

"Boo~"

"Boo~"

There were sparse similar sounds coming from all around.

As soon as Lin Ruohuan released his spiritual thoughts, he saw the dead flowers and grasses around him, and each one seemed to be reborn, blooming again and brightly.

"This is……"

He was startled, and before he could explain, Tongfeng on one side had already shouted:

"Flower Hometown?!"

It is true that in this silent mountain forest, no one in Baiyi, nor anyone else, could master such a poetic attack method, only the Saint Slave Haitang'er whom I saw in the picture before.

"Haitang'er, the Eight Masters?"

Both of them were shocked.

The last scene they saw on Wuming Mountain in the east corner of the Eight Palaces was that the Eighth Sword Immortal originally planned to take action, but was knocked unconscious by the undefended Haitang'er and took everyone away.

Now, the strange scenery of Huaxiang appears, can the Eighth Sword Immortal be far behind?

"I'm calling someone!"

With trembling hands, Tong Feng took out the alarm bead at the speed of light and was about to crush it.

"Stop working in vain."

A calm voice floated from the distance in the forest: "Knowing that this is the hometown of Flower Fragrance, do you still think that this alarm bead can work?"

Tong Feng's fingers froze on the spot, his body froze in mid-air, and he could no longer move forward.

yes!

The Hometown of Flower Fragrance...that is a replica of the Seven Forbidden Realm.

At that time, everyone in white clothes was trapped in the battle, and only Senior Wuyue was able to break through the scene. Tong Feng felt that his fingers were weak for a moment.

This alarm bead is useless if crushed.

Doesn't that mean that it is impossible for the two of them to have contact with the white army?

Lin Ruohuan glanced down, her heart having sunk to the bottom.

There are not many alarm beads, and a team of two only has one.

If you really look at it this way, pinching this thing without destroying this floral home first is tantamount to self-destruction!

The two looked at each other and saw the despair in each other's eyes.

"keep it."

Lin Ruohuan said.

The other party only trapped the two of them and did not choose to kill them, which meant that there was no chance of survival.

After all, he was a man who once crushed an era!

There is no need for him to be as knowledgeable as a junior like him.

only……

"How come the Eighth Sword Immortal and Haitang'er appear here?"

"Senior Wuyue, where did you pursue him again?"

Lin Ruohuan didn't dare to think too much.

In this situation, he didn't even dare to be distracted. As soon as such thoughts came up, they were abandoned. Then he looked into the distance and called softly:

"The Eighth Sword Immortal?"

Tong Feng glanced at her head in surprise.

But when he heard that in this situation where he was so nervous that he was about to die, Lin Ruohuan's call was filled with fright and the remaining seven percent was surprise.

"Are these the fanatics of the Eighth Sword Immortal..."

Tong Feng was desperate.

…

"come over."

The misty sounds no longer fall from all directions, but have a specific source.

The two men in white clothes immediately looked away, only to see two figures not far from the mountains and forests.

Yi Yi was wearing a pure white shirt. Even though the white shirt was stained with blood, his immortal-like temperament was still like a lotus in an empty valley, and he was alone and peaceful in this mountain forest.

Begonia!

Lin Ruohuan had seen this face in the atrium scene on Wuming Mountain.

He never thought that the fate of life could be so magical.

He was barely able to break away from the large army, and then he bumped into a real person!

His eyes dropped.

Sitting under Haitang'er, who was standing against the ancient tree, was a slovenly man who looked down and out.

My hair is all oily and my beard is unkempt.

You don’t need to look at anything else, just the shocking scar on this guy’s neck, plus the eight fingers gently picking up the dead leaves...

"The Eighth Sword Immortal!"

Lin Ruohuan really couldn't describe how she felt at this moment.

It should obviously be a state of despair, but for no reason, it was a surge of emotion.

The living Eighth Sword Immortal, the living miracle, the living...

Belief!

"come over."

The eight saints didn't even raise their heads, and knocked their elbows on their knees.

The remaining eight fingers tore the leaves very slowly, slowly and leisurely.

It seemed that he had been waiting for the two of them at this moment for a long, long time.

"past!"

Lin Ruohuan tightened her spirit sword, bumped Tong Feng with her shoulder, and raised her chest high, "If you die, you must die with dignity!"

"I……"

Tong Feng turned his hands and glanced at the alarm bead, then put it away weakly and closed his eyes in pain.

Damn Jiangbianyan, I just said this alarm is useless.

You see!

There is no need to even pinch it.

They didn't kill anyone when they met him, but they trapped him to death!

This broken pearl is useless!

…

"Thumping!"

"Thumping!"
To be continued...