I don’t know what the black cloud turned into by the old demon soul of Heishan is. It can be big or small and changeable. It looks like a cumulus cloud before it rains, but it is much denser than the cloud. It seems to be ordinary in substance.
Thousands of meters high in the sky, it was rolling and rushing, as fast as a powerful crossbow, as fast as a flying star, and roared away.
The people standing underground only saw a faint dark cloud in the sky that was blown far away by the wind and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Wang Zhong was wrapped in the dark black cloud. He struggled a few times and felt very uncomfortable. This dark cloud was like a thick glue, sticking all his limbs together. No matter how hard Wang Zhong tried, he could only
Wei Wei struggled to move, but it was impossible to escape.
It was dark in front of his eyes and the surroundings were unbearably hot. Wang Zhong was a little worried about his sister, so he tentatively called out a few times: "Old sister? Old sister! Mr. Li? Li Chengliang!" He shouted several times, but there was no reply, and he could only hear the excitement in his ears.
The wind blew and it seemed to be flying at high speed.
"Are you the old monster from Montenegro? I'm finally here? What do you mean? Have we met before?"
The reputation of the old monster from Heishan is world-famous, surpassing that of thousands of demonic heretics. Even countless masters and masters from the three orthodox sects of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism are beyond his reach. Normally, when warriors talk about it, their expressions will change immediately, but Wang Zhong did not.
I'm not afraid. I just want to ask clearly, because what happened during this period and the people who experienced it are really confusing to many people.
Wang Zhong heard the voice of the old Black Mountain demon and recalled the scene when he was wrapped in black clouds and flew away through the sky. He guessed that he must be flying in the air at this time.
Ever since he killed Zhou Huanwen and his gang and was wanted by the country, the crater of Changbai Mountain suddenly erupted, and he came to the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty. The things he encountered and the people he met along the way were unbelievable! Even if Wang Zhong had no other thoughts, his heart was like
The rock and steel are unshakable, but I can't help but feel a little confused.
The volcano erupted, and the thing that brought the two brothers and sisters back to the Ming Dynasty was definitely the stone tablet, and the words "Black Mountain Old Demon" were inscribed on the stone tablet. Obviously, everything depends on this powerful, mysterious old man.
Yao Lai explained. When Wang Zhong spoke, his tone was filled with excitement and expectation.
It has always been said that immortality is unfounded and the theory of immortality is illusory, but now I have seen it with my own eyes. It is all true. What kind of hope is greater than this? At this moment, Wang Zhong put misfortunes, blessings, honors and disgrace, time and space, the past and the future.
All other distracting thoughts are thrown away.
"Sure enough, he has a firm mind and is not fettered by the world." The black clouds surrounding him made a sharp and harsh sound, and Wang Zhong's ears buzzed, as if the old Black Mountain demon was talking in his ears, "You have too many doubts in your heart.
, when you get to my Seven Killing Demon Palace, you can ask me one by one, and your companions are waiting for you. Don’t talk now!”
When he said the last word, the old Black Mountain demon suddenly let out a long roar. Wang Zhong felt that the black clouds around him boiled and dispersed, and the sound of wind in his ears became more intense.
After a few minutes, his eyes suddenly lit up, his body felt cold, and the strong wind blew, making Wang Zhong's breathing very difficult.
The black clouds dispersed, and when I opened my eyes, I could barely see the lush green mountains at my feet, with white snow on top. The volcanic craters in the distance were spewing hot steam, and I could smell the pungent smell of sulfur.
At this glance, Wang Zhong realized that his body was suspended high in the sky, contrary to common sense. When he looked up, it turned out that the black cloud had turned into a big palm, holding up his clothes, making him suspended several kilometers away.
High altitude. The airflow at high altitude fluctuates violently, forming a fierce wind. It blows you, your clothes rattle, your body sways, and if you are not careful, you will fall down and be shattered to pieces.
An ordinary person would be frightened by such a scene, but Wang Zhong was not afraid at all and turned around, "Where is my sister?"
"I have condensed the soul of three corpses. The soul can be divided into three parts. Your sister was taken down." The voice of the old Black Mountain demon came from the big palm. The rolling sky wind had no effect on the black cloud at all.
"You come down with me too!"
He raised his hand and dropped it downwards. It was a platform like a mountainside, with long trees, gurgling water, flowers in bloom, and a vast view from a distance. It was really a good place to go out. The area of this mountainside platform is very wide, with a radius of more than ten miles.
A huge palace was built in the middle, with horizontal and carved beams, majestic and magnificent.
Moreover, this palace is all made of wood, which was built with fine woods cut down from Changbai Mountain. It seems that a lot of manpower and material resources were spent.
The spirit of the old Black Mountain demon turned into a black cloud, wrapped up Wang Zhong, and flew into the palace. There were many Manchu soldiers guarding the palace in front of the palace. When they suddenly saw the black air floating around, they all knelt down.
Called "Old Immortal of Black Mountain". But where could Wang Zhong hear it?
Suddenly his body relaxed and Wang Zhong felt like he was falling. He did a somersault in the air and stood firmly on the ground.
This is an empty palace with towering domes, giving people an extremely majestic and majestic feeling, just like the Jinluan Hall where the emperor went to court.
But in the center of the hall, there was a huge red copper brazier. The blazing flames rose as high as a person. The dry pine wood was burned in it, exuding a refreshing fragrance and a medicinal smell. The whole hall was as warm as spring.
A seven or eight-year-old boy stood by, adding more wood from time to time. The wood had already been peeled off, chopped into three-foot-long, arm-thick, square pieces, and stacked in a small room outside the first hall.
There is a strong ginseng smell on the top, which is obviously soaked in ginseng juice and then dried in the sun.
Above the main hall, there is a large mahogany chair painted with gold, and a person is sitting cross-legged on it! This person is wearing a completely black clothes, with a golden rope wrapped around his waist. Wang Zhong can’t tell what is happening to this person if he looks sideways or vertically.
face.
Because this man's whole body was shriveled, motionless, lifeless, covered in skin and bones, with his hands folded across his chest, and the nails on the fingers of his hands were wrapped around each other. They were two or three feet long, curved into hooks, sharp and crystal clear, without a trace of dust or dirt, it looked like this
, obviously an old mummy!
Suddenly, three clouds of black air floated from the top of the hall. Each one was huge and unpredictable. They were like meteors falling to the ground and falling into the brazier. The fire in the brazier suddenly expanded, and boom! It shot up to a height of more than three feet. Three
The black energy entangled in the fire for a while, then condensed into a human shape, came to life, and then floated out of the fire and rushed towards the mummy in the hall.
He jumped upright, and black air rushed into the mummy, as if it was possessed by a ghost.
This giant mummy was like an inflated ball, its skin and flesh instantly inflated! The whole body made a rattling sound, its clothes shook like waves, and its hands and feet moved slightly. In the blink of an eye, the mummy became plump, and its silver-white hair was curled into a
Ji, stick it with a hosta.
The man's eyes were opened, and they were shining brightly! It was as if a bolt of lightning struck out of thin air in the hall, and the firelight dimmed.
"Zhang Xianzhong, don't light the fire. Get out! Call Lu Na to come in." The man waved his hand to the boy who was lighting the fire.
"Yes. Got it!" The fire-making boy named Zhang Xianzhong stood up and agreed. When he exited the hall, the curious Wang Zhong took a look.
"I am the old demon of Black Mountain, and this is my Seven Killing Demon Palace. If you have anything to ask, just ask!" A sharp voice came from this man, and he smiled at Wang Zhong, with green eyes.
The light forced the fire to go out, and he sighed faintly, "I didn't expect that this generation of descendants of the old Black Mountain demon would actually appear in the future. It's amazing how good fortune is!"