Transcending the Nine Heavens

Adjusting his breathing vigorously, Chuyang's body stood still in a thin bush, only to cover his figure with a few trees.

Here and now, we must go the other way!

Everything has to be unexpected for the enemy to be able to barely survive. Chuyang at this moment, any omission at all, is irreversible.

Though the pursuit was almost behind his own ass and he could spot himself at any moment, Chuyang temporarily chose this bush that was too pleasant to be discovered.

The ground was flat and could have been easily spotted. However, the people of the Cavalier Hall of Golden Horse know that King Chu Yan's tricks are multiple. Everyone stares at the dark corner between the mountain forests. Among those strange peak stones, those dense woods...

No one pays attention to these very common places.

Human psychology, that's what happens. But it also created a lifeline for Chu Yang.

Heaven never ceases man's way, as long as you are bold and careful, you can use everything around you to your advantage, even if it is a must die place, you can find the way to immortality!

But who can do this at a time like this… how many more can there be in the world?

Chu Yang slowly took a sigh of relief, feeling the soreness all over him, and the spicy pain of nearly thirty unhealed wounds. Try to converge your breath, control your pores with your mind, and don't let the bloody smell from your body get too obvious. At the same time, the sword spirit in the mind is almost a mad speed, infusing the medicine madly into Chuyang's body.

Previously, it had been complaining that Chuyang had accumulated too much medicine, and absorbed too much medicine, which was not conducive to practice. But now he's afraid Chuyang can't absorb more medicine!

Even starting to complain: so little medicine is stored, it's not enough...

Feel your strength recover by three points, your rigid body, and slowly some of it regains vitality, and your thunderous heart beat gradually eases. Chu Yang is going to change places of refuge...

It's just temporary security, so maybe one of us can spot ourselves as soon as we turn around and squint. If the chasers come after us at this time, they can see themselves at a glance and that almost reveals their fleshy asses.

But now the body, it's already terrible, recovering this power, doesn't allow itself to do any great exercise. Especially after this brief break, the kind of tiredness that almost obscures one's soul...

Fortunately, we're here when this mountain runs out of water. This is a skyscraper, it's my mother's house, and although there are many of these people, who can compare to being familiar with the terrain?

Chuyang comforted himself, the cat wore a body, a light roll, elbow support, quickly crossed from the tip of the grass.

This crossing also requires coincidence. He can't jump now, he can't touch the grass to make a sound, only to be heard and go to great things. But the body can't hold it up too high, it's too high to be found, and it's even worse.

You can only hold the ground with your elbows, then move your body across, your toes against the ground, and your elbows move past again, so many dozens of times that your elbows, which bear the weight of your body, are completely frictional on bare sandstone and are bleeding.

But Chu Yang finally managed to cross a dozen stretches, approaching a short pine forest.

Shorter pine groves are always much taller than grass, and much more dense. Just get in here, it's much smaller than the local target.

Chuyang's eyes looked carefully in all directions, and the closer he was to success, the more he settled down. Because how many people fall at such a relaxing juncture, the story of the front car can be said to be everywhere.

Just above his left, on a pine tree, there was a man in black, hidden in a dense pine branch, his eyes watching vigilantly in every dark corner, his eyes carefully focused, living like a hound dog hunting.

I just ignored this little piece of pine under my feet.

Well, the lights are dark! Nice under the lights. Chu Yang praised the professionalism of this Golden Horse Cavalry master, God locked each other, while the other turned his head to look in the other direction, his body floated lightly, with his last strength, hid his wounded body behind a short pine, then quickly sinked, curled, the whole body, curled into the shadow of short pine.

“What's the matter...” This fellow hid something that seemed to move. He glanced at his feet, didn't find it, and turned back, mumbling curse: “Paralyzed, you have to get this King Chu Yan out of the oil pan. Shit, tired old man has been squatting on this stinking tree for three days and three nights, Grandma Dip, it's not a toy... there are so many fucking fox squirrel hedgehogs in this mountain, one by one, one by one, fuck them grandma! ”

Apparently, this buddy has made Chu Yang into an occasional mouse wolf squirrel or something.

Chu Yang took a dark breath, of course he would not consider what kind of highly difficult action this guy should take to fuck the grandmother of the fox squirrel hedgehog, just to sink his heart and apply a little bit of the grass juice accumulated in the Nine Robberies space to his bloody wound, so that, although it hurts badly and does not help the wound to recover, it can make the smell of blood completely disappear from himself.

Then he healed his injuries right under the skin of this shipment.

Wait quietly for dark.

When it's dark, you're more likely to get away.

Mountain winds are getting louder and louder. Occasionally a tornado rolled over, beating the whistle rolled over from the woods, and brought up a ghost crying like an awesome noise, so caused the fellow man on the tree to curse the heavens and the earth...

The brush sounded continuously, and a black man with half an arm suddenly appeared here. The man on the tree immediately alerted, turning back immediately, and said vigilantly: "Who? ”

“It's me!”

“Ah... Lord of the Throne! ”

But Jing Dynasty arrived here first.

“Have you found anything?” Jing Dynasty's soul frowned and his face settled. Over the past few days, Jing's throne has become more and more grumpy, almost exploding.

“No, King Chu Yan should not be here yet. ”

“Didn't arrive?” Jing Dynasty frowned: “Impossible! I followed the smell of blood all the way here and disappeared. How could it not be here? ”

The man in the black on the tree suddenly startled and said, “Disappeared here? ”

Jing Dynasty did not answer, but smothered his nose and looked carefully. All of a sudden, the color of the god tightened and quickly walked to a place, and the color of the god became gloomy.

Here, distinguish the marks of someone who has been laid down. The man in black is no more than five!

Jing Dynasty crouched down, turned over the grass bush, fingers scratched on the grass leaves, raised hands, split red, put on nose to smell, suddenly a hint of orchid.

The soul of the landscape suddenly looks gloomy! Standing up or not turning back is a slap thrown past, bang, the man in black was slapped by this slap very tightly turned a circle, the head buzzed, the blood in his mouth and nose came out, from the second monk can't touch the head: “throne... you... you... what are you doing? ”

“What am I doing?” Jing Dynasty's soul was furious and shouted, “I'll fuck your grandmother! King Chu Yan lay down here for half a day, bled here, then rested here, recovered strength and left. You're still dreaming! ”

“Chu... King Chu Yan?” Black man completely petrified: just now King Chu Yan was under his own sight?

“Fuck you, Grandma! Not King Chu Yan, isn't it your grandfather?” Jing Dynasty is mad! This time Chuyang highlights the reincarnation, the price paid is so serious, Jing Dynasty soul knows! If we find him, I'm afraid even a three-year-old can kill King Chu Yan!

But this fellow missed such a good opportunity! King Chu Yan lay beside him dying. At least he rested for more than a minute. He actually dreamed that he was unconscious...

This... How slow should this be! Dull to what level! It should be so urgent...

Looking at the position of this lying grass, Jing Dynasty is even hotter blood rushed into the brain, the only thing left in the palm of his hand is a stormy ear slap, his anger trembled, his eyes red, shivering: “Look at this... fuck you... fuck you... so obviously, there is no cover, one rat can see it here, you can see it, you lay down a big living person you didn't notice... you... your eyes are * *...”

When Jing Dynasty spoke later, he already felt that he was a bit poor in words.

There's no longer enough word to describe how stupid this guy is in front of him. He was just dying to stare at him like a cannibal, breathing heavily, and this moment his breath was so blank...

In the gloomy eyes of Jing's throne wanting to swallow himself alive, this man in black trembled with a pale face like ashes...

It's over. I'm done. King Chu Yan... You really killed me...

As for the authentic King Chuyan hiding on the side, if he was not fully healing his wounds, if he heard Jing Dynasty jump like a thunderbolt, he might laugh out on the spot... then Jing Jing's throne would really hit the luck: catch King Chuyan without the effort of blowing ashes!

Brushing and brushing, several people gasped and fell: “Throne, what can you find? ”

“Discovery?” Jing Dynasty jetted fiercely outward in his nostrils, fingering: “There are such living turtles dumber than wood piles here, even if there is a discovery, there is no such thing! ”

The crowd suddenly looked at the man in black with confusion.

“Look at what? Get this guy out of here. When I see him, I think of my dead mother and I want to cry... fucking cry!” Jing Dynasty waved impatiently: “Surely King Chu Yan hasn't gone far yet, hurry to search around.” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)