"Hmm!" Nangong suddenly felt dizzy and his stomach churned. After stumbling, he hurriedly held the big black horse, covered his mouth with a handkerchief, squirmed in his throat, and began to retch. She reacted quickly and bit the pill in her mouth and swallowed it.

As the pill in his stomach was digested, Nangong felt a little better, and his mind cleared up a little.

The big black horse also began to shake his head vigorously and chew the pill in his mouth, it was larger and more resistant to poison, much better than Nangong.

Ghost Cry pulled the hat hard, and the short knife in his hand cut through another thorn.

However, this time, the severed thorns actually began to sprout and regenerate, and seeing that the path was split by the knife and closed once, the ghost's expression became more and more serious.

After glancing at the more and more thorns around him, he made up his mind after a little thought, put away the knife, quickly turned around, went to Nangong's side, helped Nangong and asked, "How is it?"

Nangong shook his head slightly: "It's okay, it can hold on." ”

"Get on the horse, let's change the lane. ”

After speaking, without waiting for Nangong to agree, he grabbed her waist with both hands and sent her to the horse, then turned over and got on the horse, and as soon as he pulled the reins with his hand, the big black horse and the ghost cry had a heart-to-heart connection, and immediately understood the intention of the ghost cry, neighed in a low voice, raised his feet and rushed forward.

At the same time, on horseback, the ghost crying around Nangong pulled out a long knife.

The speed of the thorns increased abruptly, and they circled around the trees, connecting the large trees one after another, intertwining with each other, and forming a large web of heavy ones in front of them.

However, the other side miscalculated.

Step on the swallow and burst into colorful light.

The big black horse stepped on the seven rainbows, stepped on the trunk of the tree, and soared into the sky.

Branches snapped and snow fluttered.

Ghost Cry protected Nangong with one hand, and waved a long knife with the other.

The big black horse smashed through the canopy, and the back of Devil's crying hand was scarred.

The flock of birds took off, and it turned out that there were so many birds in this old forest. They hovered in the sky like dark clouds.

In the chirping of birds, black feathers fell as if black snow had fallen.

Then, with blood in their eyes, each bird swooped down, a cry of despair resounding through the sky.

Tens of thousands of birds are like a rain of tracking arrows.

The big black horse shrank abruptly and neighed in despair, and in the face of such a situation, even at its speed, it could not escape at all.

At the same time, the pupils constricted, and the ghost cried.

He has a trick to decide life and death, he can hide his body for a short time, and he has a good chance of escaping his life under such an attack. However, Nangong and the big black horse were by his side, how could he escape alone.

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than a flock of suicidal swoops down in front of him.

Rumble......

"Ahh......h

An ancient tree, beside the ancient road, at the end of the old forest, under the iron-colored cliffs, in the shadows.

The old tree is entangled with dragons, because of the heavy snow last night, the branches and leaves are white.

On the ancient tree, the face of an old woman comes to life. Under the ancient tree, the roots are intertwined, and a woman covered in black feathers is entangled by the roots, only revealing her body and head, her hands and feet are trapped, and she can't move.

She looked up to the sky, blood rolling down the corners of her eyes, her red lips wide open, and a cry of grief echoed here.

"O children, my children! old thief, you will take revenge, and it will not be good... Ah......h

Her pretty face was contorted with resentment, and no sooner had she cursed than a yellow-brown root burst out of the ground and whipped at her like a whip.

Black feathers and beads of blood flew all over the sky, and the woman trembled with pain, and her tongue was knotted and she couldn't speak.

The curse turned into a cry, and on the trunk of the tree, the old woman who had been closing her eyes suddenly opened her eyes and sighed.

......

In the old forest, the air waves swept through, and the snow was swept away, revealing the black earth below.

The trees fell, their branches and feathers fluttered all over the sky, and the broken flesh rained down.

The sky was filled with shattered ice crystals, which glowed with multicolored brilliance when illuminated by the sun.

The big black horse fell to the ground heavily, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, one rolled over and got up, and galloped with his head up.

Ghost Cry kicked on the forked trunk of a big tree, and his body rose again, catching Nangong who was covered with white frost.

Nangong's eyes were closed, and his body was terrifyingly cold.

hugged Nangong tightly, hugged her into his arms, turned her back down, and slammed into a thigh-thick branch.

Bang!

The snow brush slid down, and the ghost cried and snorted, his face turned red, and his body flipped in mid-air, continuing to fall downward.

A black shadow came into his eyes, and the ghost cried in the air and exerted his strength again, throwing Nangong and Dazui out. The big black horse galloping on the ground jumped up, with a big mouth wrapped around Nangong at one end, and the other end was caught by the big black horse.

Nangong's waist was folded, and he was immediately thrown on his back by the big black horse. Then, step on the four hooves of the rainbow and land on the snow.

And the ghost cried, and when he saw Nangong being caught, his heart was relieved, and then he planted his head straight in the snow, and the snow was flying.

The long knife spun twice, and the scabbard landed next to Devil Cry, slanting diagonally.

The bell is singing, the danger is not over.

One hand reaches out of the snow and grips the scabbard firmly, then the other hand reaches out and grabs the scabbard as well.

With the strength of his two hands, the ghost cries out of the snow, covered in embarrassment.

He held a long knife in both hands, his chest heaved violently, white hot air erupted from his nostrils, and his eyes were red. looked at the big black horse rushing towards him, and shouted: "Stop!"

Four hooves were inserted into the snow, and a long furrow was ploughed in the snow, and a pair of big black eyes watched the ghost cry uneasily.

"Get out!" the ghost cried and shouted again, and the frightened rabbit of the big black horse jumped up at once, turned his head and ran. Douda's tears were thrown behind him.

At the same time, with the ghost crying violently, one by one the birds broke through the canopy and flew into the sky, chirping, and once again turned into a dark cloud.

Oni Cry raised his head, and the sky was full of ice crystals and meteor meteors, falling down on him, hitting the surrounding snow, and the flat snow became potholes.

Arms, shaking.

Chest, a panache of tightness.

Blame, guilt, fear, and shame echoed in his heart, eating away at his reason.

Just now, at the last moment.

Nangong was in front of him and the big dark horse.

In an instant, a cold cold qi flew out from the blade, and in an instant, it was dozens of Daos. Dozens of cold airs formed a large net and condensed into ice, like a wall, blocking between people and birds.

This instantaneous outburst was completely beyond Nangong's ability.

Immediately after, the demonic spirit backlashed.

Then, countless birds crashed into the ice wall floating in mid-air.

The wall of ice shattered, turning into countless ice crystals.

The birds shatter and turn into flying feathers.

Then, a torrent of black broke several large trees, and a field of white snow was drowned in a thick blood-colored mist.

The big mouth sprang out in time and wrapped around Nangong's wrist. Ghost Cry pulled his big mouth and dragged Nangong out of the range of the torrent.

If it weren't for that, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Nangong was lucky not to die, but he also fell into a fainting because of the pain of the backlash.

Seeing her woman faint because of her pain, the heart of the ghost crying seemed to be gnawed by ten thousand ants, and she was in pain, and all kinds of emotions were born, and finally brewed into anger.