The soul fire converges, and the cannon fodder completes its mission.
Feng Mian and Dashan easily climbed up the Wanzhangdao Mountain, stood on the top of the mountain, and looked at the sea of clouds ahead.
"Brother, your methods and decisiveness in killing seem to be better than before. I originally thought I could catch up, but now it seems that I am still far behind. Just in terms of state of mind, I can't compare with you."
Dashan didn't mince words and said everything he wanted. He looked at Feng Mian seriously, and every word came from his heart. There was no need to care so much between brothers. Feng Mian's mood became more and more determined, and he was very happy.
With one hand behind his back, Feng Mian said calmly: "Even so, we are still in a huge situation. If we don't find out the key, then we will never get out. I have a hunch that we are very close."
Although Feng Mian didn't say it clearly, Dashan could feel that he destroyed the purple-robed man for his own sake. The disparity in strength caused his fate to be arranged long ago, but Feng Mian was still fighting.
Suddenly, Feng Mian looked into the sea of clouds with a sharp look in his eyes: "Here he comes! Very strong!"
The aura spread instantly, and Feng Mian almost instinctively displayed the shadow of the God of War. Dashan also quickly defended, raising his power to the strongest, forming a shield to completely protect himself.
But what was jaw-dropping was that the figure appeared in front of them. They just walked over slowly, and the strong pressure caused their aura to dissipate. They had no power to resist at all, and they retreated step by step.
In the gray-black mist, a figure wearing coarse linen clothes and even some tatters came out. He carried a broom on his back, his figure was a bit stooped, his face was full of wrinkles, and even his eyes were almost sunken.
It was such a seemingly inconspicuous existence that directly suppressed Feng Mian's Martial God body and the mountain's ferocious beast aura. Who was he? Did he appear at this time for Feng Mian and the others?
Standing still, the old man looked at Feng Mian, raised his hand and suppressed all his aura.
"Little guy, you must have killed enough people, right? The hostility in your body is getting stronger and stronger. If you don't perform systematic breath control, I'm afraid you won't be able to control it. When the evil energy enters your body, you won't even know it."
Feng Mian frowned. He knew that the other party was unfathomable, so he did not act rashly.
"Old senior, who are you? Are you also a member of the Underworld Envoy in Senluo Palace? Are you here for me? If this is really the case, even if you are strong, I will not give in easily."
They clenched their fists and stood shoulder to shoulder with the mountain. Unfortunately, they could not move at all within the range of the old man's aura. This was the first time that this happened. In the holy realm, there was no resistance at all?
Stepping forward, the old man stroked his beard and looked at Feng Mian carefully. He did not pay attention to the mountains. Because for him, the mountains were too ordinary and could not enter his eyes.
"You old man, just tell me what you have to say. To be able to appear on this mountain of swords without anyone noticing, you must be no ordinary person. Let's get straight to the point, what exactly do you want to do?"
The next second, the old man didn't want to say anything to Dashan. He stretched out his hand and lifted it away, landing lightly under the mountain of swords: "I don't have time to talk to you. You have no right to listen to what I have to say."
"For the sake of this little kid, let me give you a message. Don't always think about actual combat and fighting with others. You should practice well. Your bloodline is indeed good, but you have been wasting it. This is your fault.
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Feng Mian's face was ugly, but he found that the aura in his body could not move at all, and even the induction in the space of the Divine Pillar disappeared. In what state could the opponent completely control himself silently?
"Hehe... you don't have to look at me like this. I've been waiting for so many years on this mountain of swords, and finally I've waited for you. Only you can break the aura on this mountain of swords, so others are not qualified."
Feng Mian was puzzled. This old man didn't seem to have any murderous intention towards him, but was more interested in exploring. So what exactly did he want to do? He couldn't beat him, so he could only wait and see what happened. At worst, when something unexpected happened, everything would be broken.
The old man smiled again, as if he had read through Feng Mian's thoughts: "Boy, even if you blow yourself up now, it won't cause any harm to me. So putting away your thoughts will have no effect at all."
With a few clicks, a gray-black bolt shot out, instantly binding Feng Mian. No matter how hard he struggled, he just couldn't break free. In the end, he wisely chose to give up. Since it was useless, why bother himself?
"Boy, you are the first person to continuously kill the Underworld Envoys, and you are also the first person to walk up this mountain of swords intact. You are also the first person to subdue the Ghost King's flag, so I am very interested in you.
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Feng Mian felt a chill in his heart. Could this old man have any special hobbies?
Snapped!
A slap hit Feng Mian on the forehead: "You brat, put away your weird ideas. You'd better follow me obediently, otherwise if that guy comes, you won't be able to leave even if you want to."
Without giving Feng Mian a chance to think, the old man stretched out his hand and the broom on his back flew up. He stood on the broom, pulled up Feng Mian and quickly disappeared into the sky. All the breath disappeared, as if nothing had happened.
As expected, when they left, a black shadow quickly arrived with several dead soldiers.
"That's unreasonable! It failed again. What kind of ability does that kid Feng Mian have? He can actually save the day from danger time and time again. Even Ming Lei can't suppress it. I'm afraid it will be even more troublesome in the future."
The black-robed figure turned around and glanced at all the dead soldiers present: "It's not going well. This is our own territory. We can't even catch a kid. Go back and wait for the Lord's thunderous wrath!"
With a wave of his sleeves and robe, a wave of sinister mist swept across and everyone disappeared.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the rear of Senluo Hall was also to the north of Wan Zhang Dao Mountain.
The old man's broom stopped at the cliff, and Feng Mian couldn't open his eyes immediately. Because here, the strong wind was as sharp as a blade, blowing on the body, almost tearing a layer of skin, making it difficult to move even an inch.
Moreover, the Gangfeng here has a special icy air, which is like going deep into the soul. If the state of mind is not firm enough, it will be easily swallowed up, and then it will be wiped out in an instant.
Fortunately, Feng Mian was not ordinary. He used the strength of his body to bear the strong wind. He stepped forward step by step and faced the old man: "Who are you? Why did you bring me here?"
What?"
The old man pondered. He didn't care at all about the strong wind here. He seemed to have been immune to it for a long time. He looked down at the broom in his hand and said lightly: "I don't remember my name. I am just a sweeping monk."
Sweeping monk? Isn't it very powerful? This is indeed the case, Feng Mian has seen it before.
"Senior Sweeping Monk, can you tell me what you want to do by bringing me here? If you are also the master of Senluo Hall, then it will be easy to kill me, so you don't have to play tricks on me like this!"
Gu Jing Wubo glanced at Feng Mian, as if he had seen through him completely.
"Master Senluo Hall? Who is he? When I was here, he didn't know where he was. I just sensed that the aura on your body was very similar to his, so I became somewhat interested."
Approaching Fengmian, the sweeping monk looked up and down and observed carefully.
Feng Mian didn't dare to move. If he were not careful, he might be killed instantly. A strong man of this level should never be underestimated. The simpler he looked, the more unfathomable he was, so it was better to be careful.
"My breath is similar to his? Who is he that the senior mentioned?"
Without answering Feng Mian's words, the old man pointed his finger, and a powerful underworld energy was injected into Feng Mian's eyebrows. Immediately afterwards, all the energy in Feng Mian's body boiled, and his body was stretched.
At this time, the mysterious mark between his eyebrows finally shone with light. A counterattack force instantly offset the old man's airflow, and he landed lightly. Instinctively, he didn't know what happened.
After stepping back a certain distance, the old man didn't get angry, but instead showed a smile.
"Hehe... you really have his aura, and he left the soul energy in your body. It seems that you are indeed a trustworthy person, otherwise he would not take such a risk. The old man has finally waited for you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man knelt down on one knee to Feng Mian, cupped his hands and said, "I have met my little master!"
Caught off guard, the changes were too fast, even Feng Mian was a little confused.
"Senior, what are you doing? What kind of little master? When did I become your little master again? I don't dare to take this seriously. Your strength is far superior to mine, and I can't afford it."
The old man calmed down and stood up with a smile: "That's right, I was too anxious. I sensed something unusual in the Wan Zhang Dao Mountain, so I rushed over immediately. I didn't think too much, and I didn't scare you!"
Next, the sweeping monk told Feng Mian the whole story.
The master the old man refers to is Feng Mian's mysterious teacher. The old man in front of him is just a servant of the teacher. He is so unfathomable that he can control Feng Mian and the teacher's true strength at will...
"I have been waiting here for many years to find the person who will inherit the master's legacy. Now I have finally arrived. You are very good, but the power in your body has not been better resolved."
After pondering, Feng Mian looked at the old man seriously, raised his hands and said, "Since you are the teacher, you also know everything about the teacher. Do you know anything about the space of the imperial pillar?"
He waved his hand to stop Feng Mian from continuing: "Little master, please don't expose this matter casually. The Nether Realm is not a human race, and the madness towards the Divine Pillar is beyond your imagination, so it's better to be careful."
Just as he was talking, a powerful aura came from not far away.
The old man's eyes changed, his brows furrowed, and he protected Feng Mian behind him: "Little master, you remember. All the techniques in the world today are not comparable to the Golden Body Technique on your body. After refining the golden body, you will be invincible."
Hiding it in the cave behind him, the old man flashed forward and swept forward.
At this time, Feng Mian clearly heard the conversation outside.
"Old man, why are you here again? Have you seen a young man appear? He has good strength and good looks. He is the person my master wants. If you see him, you must tell the truth."
With a wave of the broom, the old man said calmly: "I have never seen any young people. I am just a sweeper. I am imprisoned here by your master and cannot move. Where can I see anyone!"
Hearing this, the man in black robe shouted angrily: "You old guy, I asked you nicely, but you don't know what is good or bad. Do you want to die? Here, there is only the end of being wiped out in ashes, do you want to have a taste of it?"
Standing up, the old man held the broom tightly and placed it in front of him: "If you have the courage, come and try!"