Modron Mountain. Rain.

Modron Mountain is a forbidden place. It has been recognized as a forbidden place that strangers should not approach since I don’t know when. It has been shrouded in a smoky atmosphere for many years. No matter what time, no matter the distance, or any angle, it looks like a forbidden place.

They are all mist-like objects. It is quiet during the day and no sound can be heard. At night, the wind blows, mixed with soul-stirring sounds, which is outrageous. I don’t know where it started. The nearby area disappeared.

No one has ever suspected that there will be people inside, and even if there is someone, it must not be a person. Over time, I don’t know when the name Modron Mountain began to be gradually forgotten by people, and this place was also gradually forgotten by people, as if it had never been there.

Never.

The gray mountains are pressed low by gray clouds, and there is constant drizzle in late autumn. If there is still a glass of wine in the hand, it would be a lyrical scene in the eyes of a poet, but unfortunately in the eyes of a teenager

But it was a different look, as if this kind of weather was common in the Modron Mountains, but those tight clouds seemed to him to be a source of resentment that could not be released.

He frowned and looked solemn. He was holding a long yellow package in his hand and walked quickly on the muddy path. The raincoat on his body made a rustling sound from time to time, which reflected the sound in his heart.

of uneasiness.

With a croaking sound, a crow suddenly passed through the forest. The young man was startled. He looked up and looked at the direction in which the crow flew. He thought, how could there be any more crows? Could it be that I was already late? I thought of it.

He couldn't help but quicken the pace. In his opinion, the unprovoked appearance of the crow was definitely not a good sign. If he didn't get to the destination as soon as possible, things might change.

"Master Nephew Haoran, how dare you leave your post without permission!" A voice came from nowhere in the silent forest, and the sound was so fierce that it penetrated the heart and lungs.

The young man's expression changed, he raised his head and concentrated his mind, and found that there was no one around.

At this time, a gray-robed Taoist came out from the corner of the alley. The young man was startled, took off the bamboo hat on his head, and said with his head in his mouth: "Disciple Meng Haoran meets Master Uncle Qingfeng."

The gray-robed Taoist waved his sleeves and said angrily: "Meng Haoran, do you know your sin?"

Meng Haoran hurriedly knelt on the ground and said: "Disciple knows that he is guilty, so he should never leave the square formation without hesitation...".

The gray-robed Taoist said before he could finish his words: "Meng Haoran, the twenty-third generation disciple guarding the Demon Tomb, obeys the order!"

Meng Haoran suddenly turned pale and buried his head, "Disciple Meng Haoran obeys the order."

The gray-robed Taoist said: "Immediately

From now on, we will no longer be stationed in the phalanx, we will take back the tattoo spirit and wait for our fate."

Meng Haoran's face turned pale, and a surge of grief surged into his heart. He raised the affected package above his head and said in a deep voice: "Disciple, obey!"

The yellow package looks particularly dazzling in the gray environment.

The gray-robed Taoist arrived in front of Meng Haoran in a flash, stretched out his hand to take the package, and a shuddering change appeared in the corner of his mouth.

But just when he thought things would be irreversible, the gray-robed Taoist's face suddenly changed. It was too late to retreat. Almost at the same time, two talismans were attached to his feet at some unknown time. He

He could no longer move, and Meng Haoran was already behind him.

Meng Haoran sneered: "Who are you?"

The gray-robed Taoist said: "Meng Haoran, you are so smart, how could you not know who I am?"

Meng Haoran was stunned and said: "Could it be...?"

The Taoist in gray robe said with a ferocious smile: "Since you have attached my soul-fixing talisman, do you still want me to waste my time?" As soon as he finished speaking, the Taoist in gray robe turned his head slowly, with the sound of his spine breaking.

There was a sound, and the facial features were squeezed into a ball, and red blood flowed from the mouth, nose, and eyes. The head opened its twisted mouth, and extremely unstable sound waves were emitted from the throat: "Say

I have to thank you for your sudden departure, otherwise how could I have escaped from the phalanx so easily."

Meng Haoran took a few steps back and said in a deep voice, "Where is my uncle, Taoist Qingfeng?"

There was just a bang sound, and the head actually separated from the neck with bones and flesh, slowly rising up, dragging the bloody spine floating in the air, and the dark red blood sprayed out from the neck like a blowout, all around

The trees and grass were suddenly dyed red, and the narrow intestinal paths turned into winding blood vessels, which was very frightening in the cold wind and rain. The head shook its connected spine and said with a ferocious smile: "Qingfeng's stinky bag is here.

, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait for the next life to find him.”

Meng Haoran suddenly lost his expression and stood there numbly, completely unable to tell what his mood was at this moment.

"Senior Nephew Haoran, how is your master Qingzhuo?" The voice of the head suddenly changed, into an extremely kind tone. Meng Haoran's mind moved. Isn't this the voice of his uncle? Just as his mind was turning

At the same time, the swaying spine of the head suddenly lengthened, and the brush had tightened around his neck. A pungent smell of blood surged up, "Suck more, suck more, this is you

Uncle Qingfeng's smell, but it doesn't matter, you will be able to meet him in hell soon, haha

Ha..." The head grinned ferociously, opened its mouth, and bit his neck.

Meng Haoran bowed his body, his whole body muscles tensed, and a strong energy was fiercely aroused, destroying the surrounding vegetation and flying everywhere. The pupils of his eyes suddenly lost their eyeballs and turned into silver eye whites. The yellow package in his hand suddenly expanded,

A dazzling blue beam of light burst out, instantly shrouding the head in the light. He could only hear the hoarse friction sounds and the shrill screams of ghosts intertwined together. Meng Haoran suddenly withdrew his left hand, and the light actually shrouded the head.

It was brought over, and with a squeak, the head was completely penetrated by a long bronze sword from the mouth. It was the tattoo spirit in the mouth of the head.

Meng Haoran said: "If I ask you a question, answer it, otherwise you will never be reincarnated."

The head was silent.

Meng Haoran said: "Where is my uncle Qingfeng?"

The head choked with blood, and a voice came out from the throat: "When I escaped from the phalanx, I saw the body of your uncle next to me, so I got on it and knew how he died."

Meng Haoran groaned and said, "When did you escape from the phalanx?"

The head said: "About an hour or so."

Meng Haoran counted with his fingers and shouted in his heart: No, if we don't rush to the phalanx quickly, I'm afraid something big will really happen.

At the moment when his thoughts were turning, there was a sudden strong wind in the Modron Mountain, and the rain suddenly stopped. What followed was a dull air like a heat wave, which made it difficult to breathe.

The head gasped and laughed: "Meng Haoran, you are late, the phalanx has collapsed, and your demon-suppressing clan will disappear from this world from today..." Before he finished speaking, there was a loud bang, and the entire

The Modron Mountain was shaking. A white bright light fell from the sky on the top of the mountain about a mile away from the trail. Countless clouds suddenly moved around it. The scene was very horrifying. Just as Meng Haoran turned around to look at the scene, the head fell from the sky.

A barbed tongue stuck out of his mouth and quickly slid towards the aorta in his neck.

Unexpectedly, just when it was about to touch his neck, the tongue stopped, and the vertebrae wrapped around his neck turned into powder. When the head fell to the ground, Meng Haoran was already heading towards the square at an extraordinary speed.

As it ran forward, its consciousness became increasingly blurred, but it could clearly feel that his head was slowly breaking apart and turning into powder bit by bit. Its unwilling eyes were full of resentment and malice.

As if to say: Meng Haoran, although I can no longer see you die with my own eyes, I will wait for you in hell.
Chapter completed!