Chapter 605 Red Horse and Silver Clothes
The glimmer of hope that rose in Lu Ran's heart was shattered once again.

Qianhua Ridge is deserted.

The dilapidated wooden houses and dark cave tunnels together form a relic, indicating that human beings once gathered here.

Now things have changed and only the little devil is left.

There is not even anyone who can report the news, where can we find the trace of Chenying's disciple Qin Nianzhi?

After searching for a while, Lu Ran's mood gradually became low. Although he had collected a large number of ghost dolls and dead souls, his hopes were dashed again and the clues were broken again.
Holy Spirit Mountain is vast and boundless.

Finding someone is as difficult as ascending to heaven!
Thinking of this, Lu Ran rode his horse high in the air and couldn't help but lower his head, looking for the immortal figure.

Under the continuous drizzle, Qianhualing is full of colorful flowers, like a dream.

A woman in a white dress stands among the flowers, the petals fluttering in the wind, the sea of ​​flowers rising and falling, sometimes submerging her waist, sometimes brushing her calves.

She stretched out her slender jade hand and gently twisted a small light yellow flower between her fingers.

Beautiful and peaceful.

Even the black divine horse following behind her seemed to be infected by the atmosphere and extinguished all the flames on its body for fear of burning the flowers and ruining the scenery.

"It is a blessing from God that I can meet her in Wanren Mountain."

Lu Ran looked at the fairy shadow silently, feeling thankful again and again in his heart.

After one year in the mountains, he traveled far and wide, looking for news about Cheng Xin and Qin Nianzhi, but was met with disappointment again and again.

He didn't know about Jiang Ruyi's existence and never took the initiative to look for her, but she actually appeared in front of him.

【What's wrong?】The cold voice was imprinted in my mind.

Perhaps it was because Lu Ran's gaze was too focused that Fairy Jiang noticed it.

She turned around and raised her head, looking at the young man in imperial robes who was standing high above her.

[Nothing.] Lu Ran smiled, [I just feel lucky.]

As smart as she was, after a little thought, she roughly figured out Lu Ran's feelings.

After all, Lu Ran came here for the young man named "Qin Nianzhi".

Jiang Ruyi looked at him from afar: [Even if you don't go to Wanren Mountain, I will find you. ]

【Oh?】 Lu Ran raised his eyebrows slightly.

The cool fairy among the flowers rarely shows a cute smile on her face.

She tilted her head slightly: [I will follow the guidance of Master Xianyang and go to the place with the sea, to the Yunhai Cliff where you are. ]

After truly understanding the Holy Spirit Mountain, Jiang Ruyi realized how accurate the information given by Lord Immortal Sheep was!
In Holy Spirit Mountain, no one dared to build a base on the seashore.

nobody!
She will lead people out of Wanren Mountain and find the sea.

The journey across the continent will be full of hardships and dangers. Her Luoxian Pavilion will recruit many people and sacrifice many people. In the end, she may even be left alone.

Jiang Ruyi always believed that she would be able to see the sea and find the only Yunhai Cliff on the long coastline.

[Yeah.] Lu Ran smiled and nodded slightly.

Jiang Ruyi lowered her head and played with the flowers at hand: [So you don’t have to worry. ]

So, the one who should be thankful is me.

Once again, Jiang Ruyi recalled the scene of their reunion.

She remembered the figure that suddenly appeared in front of her in the rain in the desert.

She hasn't walked out of Wanren Mountain yet.

She only took one or two steps on the dangerous road.

That sea,
It's already rushing in.

Came in front of her.

While thinking, Jiang Ruyi's eyes softened: [Don't be disappointed. If you can't find him, then wait for him to come. ]

【Wait for him to come? 】

Jiang Ruyi gently plucked a small yellow flower, held it between her nose and sniffed it gently: [Maybe, he will come to find you. ]

Who are the people in the Chenying faction?

A bystander outside the world.

A person who records the rise and fall of dynasties and writes down the chronicles of major and minor events.

"Buzz~" The Eight Desolate Sword on the waist began to vibrate slightly.

Lu Ran reached into his bosom and grasped the hilt of the knife.

Eight Desolate Sword Spirit: [Master, the other party has moved again, and is coming in our direction.]

"Yeah." Lu Ran looked into the distance, gazing at the gloomy sky in the south through layers of rain.

Three days later.

In the forest south of Qianhua Ridge, a horse was walking slowly.

The horse is blood red all over, with a golden headdress on its head and a red and white semi-wrapped saddle on its body, which is inlaid with auspicious cloud-shaped copper pieces, looking exquisite and gorgeous.

With this attire, the already tall and majestic horse looks even more majestic!

On the horse's back was a young man in tight clothes.

The silver-white clothes were dashing and neat, the sword at his waist was shining coldly, and there was also a heavy black iron spear lying across his horse's back.

Such a heroic outfit is matched with a lazy owner.

At this time, the young man's limbs were drooping on both sides of the horse's belly, his face resting on the horse's back. The wind occasionally blew up his messy long hair, revealing a face that was soundly sleeping.

Sound sleep?

Yes, he was fast asleep, letting his mind run wild.

"Brother Xiao." The blood-red divine horse suddenly spoke in human language.

Although he was a majestic warhorse, his tone was very delicate.

After a long while without any response from the young man, the blood-red horse called out again: "Brother Xiao?"

"Hmm." The young man in silver clothes finally opened his eyes, which were half open and half closed, with a dazed look in his eyes.

"We. We're here." The blood-red horse's tone was full of worry, "I saw that person."

"Oh." The young man in silver responded indifferently, supporting himself on the horse's back with one hand and slowly raising his upper body.

Those distracted eyes finally had some spirit.

Looking into the distance, you can see rolling hills and an endless sea of ​​flowers.

The young man in silver clothes looked more and more obsessed, and gradually became mesmerized.

"Brother Xiao, that guy looks very powerful, and there are so many people on the other side." The blood-red horse spoke again, and it was not difficult to hear that he was full of worry. The young man in silver clothes came back to his senses and looked at the young man in imperial robes on the top of the mountain, among the gorgeous flowers.

The other party was lowering his head, holding a Tianchen Sword in his hand, and his fingers kept stroking the slender blade.

At this moment, the young man in silver clothes no longer cared about others.

Even though all the generals of the Ran Sect were extremely handsome, they seemed to lose their luster in front of the young man in the imperial robe.

The young man in silver clothes once admired the beautiful scenery infatuatedly.

I think this is a good place to sleep.

At this moment, he was staring at the young man in the imperial robe infatuatedly, observing and admiring him carefully.

Is the fantasy that has arisen in my heart again and again finally going to come true?
"Ha." The young man in silver clothes smiled with satisfaction.

Maybe it does.

How could someone who could cultivate such a powerful divine weapon and fight for the "Annihilation Field" be an ordinary person?
"Brother Xiao, how about we just go?"

The blood-red horse stopped and looked at the figure on the mountain with sorrow in its eyes.

The young man in silver clothes said nothing, but patted the horse's back gently.

The blood-red horse lowered its head, struggling in its heart, and was unwilling to move forward another step.

"Huo'er, be obedient." The young man in silver clothes said lightly.

The blood-red horse under his crotch stamped its hooves restlessly, and after a few seconds, it had to move forward.

At the same time, high above the mountain.

Lu Ran stopped moving, feeling a little surprised: "Alone?"

To be precise, there are two people.

Because the mount under the other person's crotch was not a horse, but a living person.

In the forest behind, the shadow guards who were guarding in secret couldn't help but look gloomy.

The Zhong sisters were all believers of the Eighth-Class God, the Blazing Blood. In the Holy Spirit Mountain, they had been bullied and humiliated.

It is precisely because the Blazing Blood disciples are relatively weak that Lu Ran
The other party is going to the meeting alone!

Enslaving fellow human beings is one thing.

This courage and boldness is another matter.

"He's really confident." Lu Ran murmured, "Maybe he's a disciple of Gun Xiu."

The black spear lying across the horse's back was very eye-catching.

The sword on the opponent's waist is also very eye-catching, but Bahuangdao clearly shows that the real opponent is the iron spear!
In the world of gods and demons, the divine weapons fight for territory, and most of them are of the same type.

Lu Ran naturally thought that the other party's magic weapon would also be a sword.

did not expect,
The real opponent is actually a spear that looks extremely heavy?

"It's possible." Yu Changsheng gently waved his paper fan, "Because he knows how to teleport, he is so fearless."

Lu Ran watched the horse climb up the hill step by step and ordered his attendants: "All of you retreat."

No one dared to disobey the order and retreated one after another.

Only Fairy Jiang stepped forward and came to Lu Ran's side.

She never liked to express intimacy in front of outsiders, but at this moment, she leaned forward and gently pressed her soft lips on Lu Ran's cheek.

Lu Ran turned his head to look.

Jiang Ruyi smiled faintly and backed away slowly: "Be careful."

"Yeah." Lu Ran smiled and nodded.

Until the other party climbed up the hillside and stood in the flowers dozens of meters away, the world fell into silence.

Both sides looked at each other, but Lu Ran frowned.

The man seemed to be about 28 or 29 years old. His neat and dashing silver-white suit could not hide his decadent look.

He is obviously quite handsome and in the prime of his life.

It gives people a gray and dark feeling.

Especially those eyes. If they could have more spirit, the whole person's temperament and majesty would definitely be greatly enhanced.

But now.
Lu Ran suddenly had a familiar feeling.

It was a long time ago, when Lu Ran first met Yu Changsheng by the cold lake in the mountains.

Lu Ran had also seen this kind of look in Yu Changsheng.

Dark, numb eyes.

The handsome skin, wrapped around a walking corpse, could not hide Yu Changsheng's rotten heart.

"Friend, where are you from?" the other party asked from a distance.

Lu Ran was stunned.

I have been in the mountains for so long, but no one has ever asked this question.

Lu Ran was silent for a moment, then said, "Wu Liehe."

"Okay." The young man in silver clothes picked up a silver band, gathered his messy long hair with both hands, and muttered to himself, "Since ancient times, Yan and Zhao have been full of heroes."

This time,
Maybe it really works.

"What about you? What's your name?" Lu Ran asked.

"Guangyue." The young man in silver clothes tied his hair into a high ponytail and introduced himself, "Wu Xiao."

Guangdong Province, the sphere of influence of the god Wusheng.

Lu Ran looked at the other person and suddenly said, "You are not a disciple of Qiang Xiu."

Wu Xiao smiled freely and did not hide his words: "Wu Sheng believer."

Lu Ran nodded silently.

There is no teleportation technique.

Therefore, I am not going to this meeting alone because I am confident.

Lu Ran looked into the other person's eyes and said slowly: "You are here to seek death."

Wu Xiao paused slightly with his hands that were tying up her ponytail.

At the beginning of the month, I would like to ask for some monthly tickets.

(End of this chapter)