The Heaven Ladder

"Linger, wait for me!"

In the gloom, Xiao Yihan's closed eyes gradually slipped out two lines of clear tears.

In fact, from the beginning, Xiao Yihan could hear everything that happened outside. Unfortunately, he couldn't speak.

He felt that his body was deteriorating rapidly. Xiao Yihan once thought that he was finished, but every time he heard Mo linger's hysterical cry, his gradually cold heart couldn't help boiling again.

Just when Xiao Yihan was daydreaming, a biting cold suddenly attacked his soul lake, which suddenly hurt his already vague consciousness, and then he completely fainted.

I don't know how long later, Xiao Yihan felt a sense of comfort like spring breeze in the hazy, and his consciousness that he had completely fainted gradually recovered.

After a long time, Xiao Yihan's numb body gradually regained consciousness. At the same time, a deep pain poured into his consciousness. If Xiao Yihan hadn't bitten his teeth and resisted it, he would faint at the moment.

After about a incense stick, Xiao Yihan's pain gradually eased down. With the ease of pain, he gradually regained control of his body.

Gently rubbed his eyes, Xiao Yihan forced to open his eyes, and what came into his eyes was dazzling sunshine.

"Where am I?" he sat up slowly. Xiao Yihan looked around and muttered to himself.

I saw that Xiao Yihan seemed to be in an oasis at the moment, surrounded by green grass and red flowers, the breeze and tender willows, the river gurgling, birds singing and animals roaring, looking up at the sky, the sun was bright and cloudless, and the whole environment seemed like a picture scroll.

"Pain! Pain! Pain!" Xiao Yihan, who was about to get up, suddenly covered his chest and roared. His eyes moved down. At this time, the blood hole in his chest had healed, and he could see the shadow before.

"What's the matter with my injury? Doesn't it mean that there is no one to cure except the old Wang eight eggs of tiancod?" Xiao Yihan looked around suspiciously, frowned and muttered. In turn, he seemed to have found something, and a look of shock burst into his black and white pupils.

"It's the flower fragrance that cured me!" he gently kneaded his chest. Xiao Yihan sniffed the gas of flowers around him, and the whole person suddenly felt a lot sober.

"Click"

With a crisp sound, Xiao Yihan gently broke a flower and looked at it carefully in his hand.

I saw the flower in Xiao Yihan's hand. Its petals were sparse and slender. The whole flower seemed to be filled with blood. It was terrible red. The slender flower stem, without a green leaf, is really strange.

"The other shore flower!" he looked at it carefully for a moment. Xiao Yihan was surprised and threw out the strange flower in his hand.

Looking at his breathless appearance, he seemed to be very frightened.

"How can there be other shore flowers here? Am I dead?" looking around, Xiao Yihan's pupils shrunk, and his clenched teeth made bursts of harsh sound.

I saw that there were strange flowers everywhere around Xiao Yihan, stacked layer by layer and stretching boundlessly. Suddenly, it looked like a red carpet irrigated by blood.

"No! I can't sit here any more!" he clenched his teeth, Xiao Yihan suddenly got up, and the blood Moro followed and held it tightly in his hand.

At this time, after a short rest, Xiao Yihan's whole body pain has been slightly invisible. Except for the faint pain in his chest, other places have been much better.

"Hmm? Can't fly here?" he felt his body as heavy as lead water, and Xiao Yihan's eyebrows could not help but wrinkle slightly.

Instead, he tried several more times, but the result was the same.

"It seems that we can only walk!" he glanced helplessly. A trace of dignity flashed through Xiao Yihan's pupils. In this strange place, he felt a burst of scalp numbness with his heart.

After looking around, Xiao Yihan randomly chose a direction, raised his feet and prepared to go,

"Boom"

But the next scene immediately stunned Xiao Yihan. He just took a step, but it caused a deafening roar, that is, the hard earth began to shake violently.

"What the fuck is this?" looking around at the violently shaking earth around, Xiao Yihan couldn't help it anymore. He scolded loudly. While talking, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, bit his teeth secretly, and then ran straight ahead.

"Boom"

"Boom"

With the continuous acceleration of Xiao Yihan's speed, the roar became more and more intense, and the whole earth was like an earthquake, completely boiling up.

"Hoo Hoo"

At this time, bursts of roaring sound suddenly sounded. When I heard the reputation, I saw a tornado that seemed to be irrigated by blood, sweeping towards Xiao Yihan at a very fast speed.

"What the fuck is this?" feeling the terrible smell revealed in the bloody dragon, Xiao Yihan couldn't help scolding angrily. He felt that the destructive power of the bloody dragon was absolutely terrible. Once he was involved, he was basically ten dead and lifeless.

"What the hell is this place!" he scolded secretly. Xiao Yihan hurriedly began to mobilize the vitality in his body, but the next scene immediately collapsed him. "Vitality and soul power can only be mobilized a little, this... This..."

Looking at the blood tornado approaching, Xiao Yihan was completely desperate. At his current speed, he couldn't run the blood tornado. Moreover, somehow, the blood tornado seemed to have life. He rushed straight to him and didn't turn at all.

"No! I have to run! I can't make linger sad anymore!" suddenly recalled Mo linger's crying roar. Xiao Yihan's gray pupils suddenly lit up, secretly clenched his teeth, and ran straight away without hesitation.

"Bang bang"

"Hoo Hoo"

The deafening roar and roar mixed together, adding a unique atmosphere to this picture like oasis.

About a day later, Xiao Yihan suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground. At this time, his face was pale and bloodless, his red lips were dry, and his black and white pupils became empty.

"What the hell is this place? It not only has the other shore flowers of hell, but also bloody tornadoes, and... And the fucking air is getting thinner and thinner!" with a heavy breath, Xiao Yihan slowly sat up and looked at the bloody tornado less than ten meters behind him. A decadent color gradually appeared on his firm face.

Suddenly, Xiao Yihan seemed to think of something. Suddenly, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help tightening his hand.

"I Xiao Yihan have died several times, and I can be killed by a broken dragon like you?" he stared at the blood dragon that was getting closer and closer. Xiao Yihan roared, grasped the blood moron and rushed to the blood dragon.

"Hoo Hoo"

"Ah!"

There was a sharp cry of pain in the roaring sound. Then Xiao Yihan disappeared, and the bloody tornado strangely stopped in place without moving any more.