Chapter 59 Old relatives in the mountainside, the background of evil spirits
I just fell from the top of the cliff and stayed in this mountain crevice for less than ten minutes before there was movement again. Is this reaction too fast?
My expression changed, and I moved towards the small hole in the depths, listening carefully. I did hear the rustling sound, slowly crawling from deeper. My heart was heavy, and I subconsciously touched my whole body.
The heavy magic sword I was using was broken when I inserted it into the mountain wall during my descent. The only self-defense weapon was the turquoise stone sword left by Mr. Huang Chenqu.
This sword was wrapped in cloth, and when I gently rubbed it, it was moist, like stone or jade. The blade was not sharp, but extremely smooth. It is really hard to imagine how a one-word sword could use this sword to kill people, but I don't know why.
, but I know that this sword is like the unicorn womb, with the sharpness of the ancient beast spirit inside. Only those who are close to it can force that breath out of the sword and use it to hurt people.
Although this sword was given to me by Huang Chenqu when he was leaving, I don't even have the slightest intention of coveting it. After all, this beast spirit has been nurtured by this old man for decades, so it is impossible for him to suddenly obey my instructions.
It is possible that I should find Mr. Huang Chenqu's body, bury him in a high place facing the sun, and take the sword in the stone with him, so that I can be considered as dishonoring that peerless swordsman.
Although the Sword in the Stone is a first-class magic weapon, it is useless to me at the moment. However, Luo Feiyu sat for a while and regained some strength. He walked to the entrance of the cave, holding the Beautiful Girl Sword, and squinted his eyes as he looked in with a wary look on his face.
.Perhaps we felt the cold killing intent from our side, and the voice suddenly disappeared. After a while, an old voice came out from the darkness: "Who is there?"
Hearing this voice, Luo Feiyu's eyes lit up, and the dark room lit up, and Luo Xiaobei jumped up excitedly, crying loudly into the darkness: "Little grandpa, it's me Xiaobei.
, and my sister Feiyu, it’s us..."
"Feiyu, Xiaobei?"
Suddenly a warm yellow light lit up in the darkness, and then got closer and closer, revealing an old face with hair, beard and eyebrows all tangled together, like an old orangutan, staring at the three of us.
After a while, he said slowly: "It's really you. What's going on? Why do you appear in this place of ascetic cultivation?"
When the man got closer, I saw that his clothes were ragged and his whole body exuded a rotten stench. I couldn't tell his age, but it wouldn't be surprising if he was a hundred years old.
Luo Xiaobei burst into tears when he saw this beggar-like old man. He immediately threw himself into his arms and cried, "Little grandpa, little Buddha wants to kill us." Hearing Xiaobei's cry,
The old orangutan from the beggar gang helped her upright, his eyes widened in anger, and he said with a stern look: "What, he really did it?"
After receiving Luo Feiyu's affirmative answer, the old man puffed his beard and cursed: "Back then, my damn old brother said that he would be the head marshal. He also said that he was a destined person and had a close relationship with Mr. Shen.
Deep, I have always been opposed to it. How deep does this city have to be for a guy who doesn't even want to show his true face? Although I am a rough man, I can also imagine the problems here, but he is obsessed with ghosts.
The heart aperture..."
After he complained, I realized that the little grandpa Luo Xiaobei was talking about was actually the younger brother of the former left envoy Wang Xinjian. The three of them seemed to have not seen each other for a long time. They chatted for a while and talked about what happened in the past few days.
, very sad.
After a while, the old orangutan saw me next to him and asked who it was. Luo Feiyu introduced us and said he was a friend. The old orangutan looked up and down, squinted his eyes, and said he had hidden his head.
Are you Zangao's friend? I touched my nose and said that the old man really had a sharp eye and could still see such clues? The old star stroked his beard and laughed, and said with certainty: "It must be the face of the Yajugami.
The craftsmanship is passed down directly, right? The three brothers were indeed famous craftsmen in the world back then. If I hadn't known him back then, I might have been deceived by you..."
The shaggy old orangutan was chattering, and Luo Xiaobei next to him couldn't laugh or cry. He said, "Little grandpa, what are you talking about? You have been practicing hard underground all year round and you don't even know the time outside."
Yeah.
I stretched out my hand, shook hands with him, and said my name was Lu Zuo, and I had met the old man. The little old man also stretched out his dark palm, put it with me, and said nonchalantly: "We are all
These old guys are dying, living day after day in this cage, so why don't you call me senior, just call me Wang Xinqiu, or Wang Laoer."
He spoke freely and freely, but he used force on his hands. A strong force like steel was transmitted from his rough and dirty five fingers. He obviously wanted to test my strength.
I didn't say anything, but used the power of visualization on the twelve methods of suppressing the mountains. It was like the mountains were heavy and unshakable.
The old orangutan did it for a while, and the strength was higher than the previous one. It was like this for twelve times. Then he let go of his hand, subconsciously took two steps back, and shouted in surprise: "Oh my god, you little bastard."
, how can it be more powerful than me... No, who are you, little Buddha?"
Seeing the bearded face of the old orangutan, the superior demeanor of a senior man completely disappeared, revealing an expression of shock and defensiveness. I retracted my hand as if nothing had happened, laughed dryly, and said that I had done the same before.
I don’t know, but according to your two granddaughters, that guy should be considered my uncle...
As soon as this was implemented, Wang Xinqiu immediately began to gather his energy. This old guy has been practicing hard underground for countless years. Even though his talent is ordinary, his cultivation is also very terrifying, not much worse than the Twelve Demon Stars.
My face looked a little ugly - I once heard from the guide Jin Xiaoxiao that there are many ascetic monks under the cliff of the Evil Spirit Sect. A bag of unfermented flour and a small bag of water can survive for a long time, and they are on the edge of this cliff.
Washed by that strong wind, he cultivated his mind hard, and became very powerful. I heard these words at the time, but seeing the strength of the old orangutan, I can know how deep the foundation of the Evil Spirit Sect is, and if it were not for the senior brother
I'm afraid it will be difficult to truly cut off this tactic of removing fuel from the bottom of the cauldron.
Luo Feiyu saw his little grandpa's daggers rising, and quickly stepped forward to stop him, saying that he and little Buddha were not the same person at all, and that they were enemies.
In this way, the old man just stopped for a while and looked at me carefully again. Then with a smile on his face, he came over and patted me on the shoulder and said, boy, that's good. You can achieve such an achievement at such a young age. It's really cool.
He is considered the most powerful, at least much more powerful than my old man. This little old man may have been alone in the cave at the bottom of the cliff for too long, and his brain is a bit stiff. His personality is also much more lively, like an old child.
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We have met here before. A few people sat down to discuss the matter and talked about the next way out. Luo Feiyu said that she had sent a signal to have all her men seek refuge under the command of Zuo Shi Huang Gongwang, while we needed to sneak out.
In Death Valley, arrive at the mountain gate. Although there are people guarding there, it is not too difficult for Xiaobei. As long as he can reach it, he can leave the main altar.
I was a little confused and puzzled, saying, didn't the legend say that you and Zuo Shi had always been at odds with each other? Why would you let your close associates go to him?
Luo Feiyu sneered and said, if Huang Gongwang hadn't stood still and most of the senior officials were hesitant, do you think we could have escaped so easily? The old fox was cunning and calm, and this time he stayed out of the matter.
, I just want to make the people of Foye Hall suffer a lot, lose their hearts, and then come out to win over all the neutral forces and establish a new mountain... But now that things have become like this, it is beyond my control, so I jumped down.
After the Endless Abyss, Oedele and I have already severed our ties with each other.
Luo Feiyu spoke sadly, and Luo Xiaobei was also heartbroken. She knew that her sister had always wanted to use her own way to protect the Evil Spirit Cult left by her grandfather, but in the end, she had to face these betrayals and bloody
The reality is really sad. When Luo Feiyu talked about it, Wang Xinqiu even blew his beard and glared with hatred on his face. However, after a burst of outbursts, he only let out a long sigh, saying that I have a brand on my body, so I can only send you to
Death Valley, you need to walk the road behind by yourself...
Those who practice asceticism in the heart of the mountain seem to need to abide by certain contracts and cannot leave until death. Therefore, although Wang Xinqiu has a strong hatred for Little Buddha and his minions, there is nothing he can do about it.
He didn't waste any more time. Although the people above didn't know whether we were alive or dead, the longer the time passed, the more relaxed their arrangements would be, and they would inevitably pay attention to this place, so we followed
The path that could only be crawled climbed towards the inside of the mountain wall. The stone path in the mountain was sometimes wide and sometimes narrow, and had irregular twists and turns. As I walked along the way, I could feel a condensed breath at every certain distance. Although
Not as powerful as Wang Xinqiu, but still above the level of Eighteen Arhats.
This journey was long, but there was an exit in the end. When a gust of damp and rancid wind blew into my nose, we had already appeared in Death Valley.
After saying goodbye to the little grandpa of the Luo sisters, we walked towards Death Valley. Luo Feiyu introduced me to me, saying that Death Valley is far away from the top. The road up the mountain is winding and takes two or three hours, but in the
There is a hanging basket in one place, you can go straight up... This explanation was not finished yet, I suddenly heard a sharp scream, looked around, and found that the surroundings were full of corpse aura, and there were many black and stiff figures in the shadows.