Chapter 285 The world is a chessboard, where is the starboard (Part 1)
The cold wind roared between the mountains, and landslides occurred. A tearing wind came down from the sky and turned into heavy pressure, causing the huge rocks to collapse.
A figure was walking awkwardly in the mountains, pushing aside the thick branches. The thorns scratched the arms without even noticing. The white light above the head shone down, and the ground seemed to be covered with a layer of white frost.
The temperature in the mountains is very low, and there are dots of white light on the leaves, leaving unforgettable traces, like the blood of the gods dripping down and disappearing.
The figure suddenly fell to the ground and struggled to get up. Unfortunately, he had no strength and could only stare at the exit of the mountain road in a daze. He didn't know how long or how far he had walked, and all the strength in his body was lost.
Waves of tearing sensations came through the body, as if bones were broken by a master. The shattering scars all over the body were unbearable. At this time, I felt that life was so fragile, but it was too late.
The wound continued to bleed, as if blood-colored insects were biting him, making it difficult to breathe, and his consciousness began to blur. Unfortunately, there was no sober medicine.
Sighing, the figure lay on the ground and picked up a fallen leaf, stained with the color of late autumn, blood red, cold, coming from hell. He turned over and lay on the ground, and a venomous snake walked past, hesitated for a moment, and twisted away.
This is the Kunlun Sea of Clouds, with countless clouds and mists lingering around, like evil ghosts staring at their prey. The stars in the sky are obscured by the clouds and mists, making them invisible and unfeelable.
With a long sigh, the fallen leaves flew.
In a fierce moment, there was lightning and thunder in the sky, and a black shadow appeared on the boulder, with cold eyes and majestic momentum. It seemed that the stars in front of him were disillusioned and the earth collapsed.
"Jushiro, hand over the things." Black Shadow said coldly, the energy in front of him turned into pieces floating in the air, each one containing huge explosive power.
Shishiro stood up with difficulty, coughed, and it took a long time to calm down, and said: "What's the difference between handing over and not handing over? It's not a word of death. After entering Yaowang Valley, I never thought about going back alive."
Phew!
An arm was suddenly broken. Jushiro looked at the shaking arm on the ground in horror. Blood was flowing out. At this time, severe pain came, his whole body was numb, and the wound was poisonous!
The black shadow sneered: "Hand it over, keep the whole body, and die happily."
Jushiro roared angrily and punched out. Wherever the fist passed, it turned into a needle-like strong wind, attacking upwards and wrapping the black shadow. Wherever it passed, sand flew and rocks flew, and bluestones shattered. This was his last blow.
, gathered all the energy and became hysterical.
The black shadow swept away lightly, the black robe fluttered in the wind, the wind blew, and the fallen leaves floated up, surrounding the body, with a sharp aura, which was even colder than the mountain wind.
Whoosh whoosh!
The robe wiped out Jushiro's last blow, and the fallen leaves came through the air, covered with water droplets on the mountain, spinning violently, and because of the speed, ripples appeared in the space.
Each drop of water carried terrifying power and penetrated into Jushiro's acupuncture points. There were more than 800 water drops and 800 acupuncture points. Blood dripped from his clothes. He knelt on the ground, breathing hard, feeling that his soul
At that moment, I was suddenly separated from my body, and was forcibly separated by a force. The pain was simply beyond description in words.
"When interrogating sinners in Yaowang Valley, they rarely ask questions, because you will tell them directly, right?" The black shadow walked down, and every step seemed to step on the soul and trample on its origin.
Jushiro immediately passed out.
A flock of crows flew overhead, staining the world with black. The Yaowang Valley, which was originally infinitely bright, was immediately covered with a layer of gray that could not be removed and existed forever.
Wow!
In the mountains, a waterfall stretches across two mountains. It is a thousand meters wide and a hundred meters high. It has a domineering momentum, majestic and great, and even the sky dares not compete with it.
Jushiro was penetrated by an energy chain through his collarbone. His martial arts were completely useless and his origin was lost. He allowed the water to hit his body. The acupuncture points on his body all exuded scarlet blood and spread out. However, compared with the entire waterfall,
No amount of blood can withstand its erosion. This is the waterfall of the undead. I don’t know how many martial arts masters were killed by Yaowang Valley here. The bottom of the pool is bottomless, with thousands of years of life buried there. There is a flow of resentment.
, and then go upstream.
At the top of the waterfall, an extremely huge altar is as stable as Mount Tai. No matter how strong the water flow is, it cannot be washed away. The resentment automatically enters the altar, since it emits a silvery white light.
At this time, a wave of resentment arose in Jushiro's body, which happened to be absorbed by the altar. A bolt of lightning flashed between the sky and the earth, illuminating the waterfall. The shadow was still black, and the place where it was located was always dark.
The black shadow looked at Shishiro who was pierced by chains, and said calmly: "Enjoy it here, this will be your last day, the sinner of Yaowang Valley, life and death are not decided by yourself."
Jushiro slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were distracted and he was very lackluster. He looked at the black shadow, but he smiled and said hoarsely: "The Valley Master is also scared, right?"
"You are all afraid, so you are trying every possible means to destroy the Tomb of Heaven, but no matter how hard you try, you can't succeed." Jushiro laughed loudly, knowing that he had lost all his martial arts skills and no longer had any hope for life.
He shouted, "I'll take the first step and wait for you in hell. Yaowang Valley will eventually perish!"
The black shadow looked at the roaring Jushiro indifferently, and sighed: "You are really possessed. Under the light, Haotian will not forgive you. Tell me where the thing is."
Jushiro roared angrily: "I won't say anything even if I die. I'm waiting for him to avenge me. As long as he gets out, everything will be solved, including you self-righteous holy land who have killed countless innocent people in these years."
The black shadow frowned and said: "They are all traitors of Haotian. We have accepted Haotian's will. Everything is destined. Aren't you awake yet?"
Jushiro lowered his head and looked at the roaring waterfall below him. Although it looked bright, it was actually just hell, even more evil than hell. There seemed to be countless innocent souls wandering around. Jushiro clearly saw it and smiled slightly.
, then he closed his eyes and died.
The black shadow frowned even more tightly, because he didn't understand why he died in the first place. It was not up to him to decide. The place controlled by the altar had the control of life and death.
However, Jushiro died just like that, breaking the rules set by Yaowang Valley, and then died.
The black shadow looked at Shishiro's body and stood on the big rock for a long time. A painful expression appeared on his face and murmured: "Shishiro, why are you so stupid? Who controlled you and made you betray Hao?"
sky."
"No matter who it is, I will definitely come out, crush the bones and spread the ashes, and I will never be able to escape forever!" Regarding the death of Jushiro, the black shadow was filled with overwhelming resentment, wishing to tear a hole in the sky.
His name was Thirteenth Lang. From the first generation of Yaowang Valley, it went down to the fourteenth generation. When Shirteenth Lang died, he was very heartbroken because this was his son. He only had one son, but he died in his own hands.
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Thirteenth Lang, the law enforcement elder of the forbidden area of Yaowang Valley, guards the forbidden area and is considered the real core of Yaowang Valley. He has touched too many secrets. However, Fourteenth Lang, who has been loved by him since childhood, has not continued to protect the family.
The wealth of Yaowang Valley was controlled by someone, and a key was stolen in Yaowang Valley - the key used to seal the peerless master in the most important mourning hall of Yaowang Valley, disappeared.
Over the years, Yaowang Valley has thought that it is doing justice for heaven. Anyone who does not obey Haotian's will will be imprisoned in a forbidden area, and the key is the only way to unlock the seal. Unless the saint takes action, it will be impossible to unlock it.
Thirteenth Lang sighed deeply. He had a son at an old age, but had lost his only hope. He looked at the gray sky and murmured: "Why is this?"
"The Ninth Elder, the Great Elder invites you!" A slight footsteps appeared. He was wearing yellow clothes, with a silver needle on it, covering his chest. Behind him were five plum blossoms. He was about thirty years old.
The symbol of Yaowang Valley is branded on his face.
Thirteenth Lang nodded, his face regained its cold expression, and said, "I understand. Put this body down and bury it alive. After all, it is from Yaowang Valley."
The man's face changed slightly, and he muttered: "Ninth Elder, he is... he is a traitor, so he cannot..."
Thirteenth Lang was furious and said in a cold voice: "Traitor? He is also my son. Why can't I bury my own son despite the fifty years of risk to Yaowang Valley?"
The man said awkwardly: "Ninth Elder, this is what the second elder told me."
The Ninth Elder said coldly: "Do as I say, and I will be responsible for anything that happens. Do you understand?"
Under the pressure of the ninth elder, the man trembled and said hurriedly: "Yes."
Thirteenth Lang left the Waterfall of the Dead and came to a spacious cave with simple furnishings, including a crystal jade bed and a table and chairs made of blood spirit stone.
No matter how simple it is, a table and chair made of blood spirit stone is priceless. On the futon in the center, an old man with white eyebrows was meditating on it. Without opening his eyes, he said: "Sit down."
Thirteenth Lang sighed, sat down, looked at the meditating old man, and said, "Brother, Thirteenth Lang is dead."
The old man with white eyebrows is the great elder of Yaowang Valley. If you look carefully, there are laws running around him. He is only one step away from being a saint. His strength is unfathomable. When he opens his eyes, there are laws trembling.
"This is the rule. No one has betrayed and survived in Yaowang Valley for thousands of years." The great elder's face was rosy and he smiled like a kind old man. But those who knew him would be horrified, because this man had a close relationship with Xijing City back then.
Du Diao Han Jiangsou is also the king of killing, and his body is stained with too much blood. Now his cultivation has reached the sub-sage realm, which is even more unfathomable. As the great elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, he has extremely high prestige. Only among the Valley Master and some special
Under the old antiques.
Thirteenth Lang said: "The body of Fourteenth Lang..."
"Let's bury him alive." The great elder glanced at Thirteenth Lang and said, "The fault is not on him. Now the world is going to be in chaos. The Age of Dharma End is, after all, a big century. Old Man Tianji saw countless blood staining Yaowang Valley.
To prepare for a rainy day, if Gu wants to ensure the spread of the Holy Land, some people must be sacrificed, even if they are just suspected, they must be killed."
"There are some things that must not be touched. For the honor of Yaowang Valley, we will swear allegiance to the death," the elder glanced at Thirteenth Lang indifferently, stood up, and asked, "Have you got the key?"
Thirteenth Lang's face changed slightly, and he said helplessly: "No. The key should not be on him."
The great elder nodded and said: "If it is indeed not with him, it is because it is with me."
A golden key, covered in bright red blood, exuding an extremely powerful aura, a sealed key that only saints can forge.
The moment he saw the key, Thirteenth Lang had the urge to vomit blood. If the key was with the great elder, then his son's death would not have been in vain...
