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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 state of embarrassment, his wet body was swept by the cold air, and had already turned into ice balls, even though his physical body was much stronger than that of ordinary people, he was still invaded by the cold poison and shivering .

However, as long as you are alive, you are lucky!

Yuan Futu's vague consciousness still remembered the scene before he fell off the cliff. Although he didn't see Pound's face, he was definitely the one who used the killing sword. Killed, but the reason why he can survive in the abyss now is because he was relieved by the branches of several old trees along the way, and finally fell into the deep pool, weakening the damage to his body.

Yuan Futu opened his eyes with difficulty, looked around with hazy vision, only felt that no one had set foot on the bottom of the cliff for hundreds of years, then he gritted his teeth, the instinctive consciousness of survival restored his physical body to some strength, slowly Stretching his arms, the icicles attached to his arms immediately shook off, and he began to crawl forward inch by inch.

From early morning to dusk, the gloomy cliff bottom looks very dark, covered with white snow everywhere, and occasionally a few gray-green old trees can be seen exposing a few branches and leaves from the snow-covered plain.

Yuan Futu used to be a hunter, with extremely strong survival power. When he was thirsty, he took snow and stuffed it into his mouth. He desperately endured the pain of extreme hunger, and crawled aimlessly forward. However, a seriously injured body is always possible. It made his fragile mind completely collapse.

As the wind and snow intensified, he walked alone in silence. His legs had long been unconscious, and he was struggling to drag his wounded body with only his two arms. However, no matter how powerful his physical body was, without food supplies, he could not absorb the heaven and earth element. Strength, there is always a moment of exhaustion, and I don't know how long it took, Yuan Futu's eyes began to slacken, his consciousness gradually disappeared, and at this moment, a faint purple light suddenly flashed in the distance.

This light is extremely alluring, and the strands are very obvious in the white snow. Yuan Futu's heart was shocked, and he used his last strength to climb to the front of this purple light. Under his blurred vision, he found that just a foot away, the growth With a Ganoderma lucidum.

The mushroom cap of Ganoderma lucidum is as big as a human kidney, and the whole body is surrounded by purple air. It will not fall down in the cold wind, and it will stand alone in the white snow.

"Thousand-year Ganoderma lucidum... Sure enough, the sky will never stop me."

Yuan Futu was ecstatic in his heart, as long as he swallowed this Ganoderma lucidum, his dead Yuanshenhai could absorb the power of heaven and earth, and then he could leave here. Just when he poked out his neck and was about to bite it off, suddenly a Let out a loud roar.

It was a ferocious beast, resembling a liger, covered in black and white patterns, with a monster-like physique, its thick front paws were fiercely scratching the ground, and the two exposed fangs were strangely long. , adding a bit of ferocity.

Yuan Futu remembered seeing this beast in the Atlas of Spiritual Beasts in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. It was called a sabre-toothed tiger, and it belonged to a third-level spirit beast. 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 the teeth, and the dark gray eyes of this saber-toothed tiger stared at Yuan Futu, eyes full of anger, obviously it exists because of this Ganoderma lucidum, generally there will be Lingzhi near the more precious elixir It is guarded by beasts, not to mention that this is a treasure that is more than a thousand years old.

Yuan Futu almost despaired, with his severely wounded body, he had no power to fight back, it was like fish on a chopping board being slaughtered.

When the saber-toothed tiger saw someone invading its territory, its hair stood on end, full of anger, and it rushed over with a roar. The giant claws that were the size of a basin grabbed it out of thin air, making a whistling sound as if it tore the air. .

If this slap is carried out, then Yuan Futu's head will turn into minced meat paste.

puff!

Suddenly, a thin dark blue light came from nowhere, and went straight through the saber-toothed tiger's brain.

Yuan Futu hadn't reacted yet, he just felt drops of hot liquid dripping down his forehead and flowing towards his temples. He opened his eyes wide and saw the shocking wound, and the huge body of the saber-toothed tiger swayed twice and slammed heavily. He fell beside him, and for a short moment, there was no sound.

"Feng Yuanli!"

Yuan Futu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he could clearly feel the powerful force of the wind, but at this moment, the serious injury caused his eyesight to blur for an instant, and only saw a hunched body walking slowly in his blurred vision. Come, the man staggered and breathed heavily, but he stepped on the thick snow without making any sound, as if he came from a mysterious world.

……

Falling into the unknown realm, it is hard to tell whether it is reality or a dream. Yuan Futu looked at the huge opened eyes, and the purple pattern in the strange red pupils gradually brightened, as if the eyes of reincarnation were guiding him into the underworld, stepping into the world. Entering reincarnation, in the abyss of hell, countless ghosts and ghosts are roaring, screaming, struggling, dragging his body, tearing his limbs apart piece by piece.

"what!"

With a cry of surprise, Yuan Futu woke up from the nightmare, sat up straight, breathing heavily, covered in cold sweat, he found that it was already late at night, but there was no starlight in the sky, and the bitter cold wind howled violently , 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, beside the bonfire, sat a middle-aged man who was over fifty years old. His face was vicissitudes, his face was as pale as paper, as if he had suffered a serious injury, and his emaciated body was bent.

"You're awake." The man's eyes didn't move away from the campfire, and his sinister tone was more piercing than the cold wind.

Yuan Futu was surprised and said: "Did you save me?"

The middle-aged man was silent, and with a flick of his finger, the flames of the bonfire rose angrily as if dripping with oil. Yuan Futu noticed that his clothes were ragged, with many cracks and gaps, dirty and greasy, but on the right shoulder But there is a vague "green" character that can be vaguely seen.

"Qinghu Gang! Why are people from Qinghu Gang appearing here?" Yuan Futu was shocked.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Who the hell are you?"

Knowing the grievances between the Qinghu Gang and Jianzong, Yuan Futu felt his heart tremble suddenly, touched the storage bag hidden in his waist, took out the token inside, and said: "I... I am Qing A disciple of the Lake Gang!"