Chapter 286 The world is a chessboard, where is the starboard (Part 2)
The Great Elder saw Thirteenth Lang's doubts and explained: "There is more than one traitor in Yaowang Valley. A master in the Tao-killing realm lurked into Yaowang Valley and stole the news. He was killed by me. And Thirteenth Lang was really involved.
At this point, the Valley Master was shocked and issued a pursuit order."
When Shiro Shiro heard the name of the Valley Master, he was shocked, lowered his head and said: "Everything is for the Medicine King Valley."
The great elder sighed and said: "We ten brothers guard the forbidden area. Now the Impermanence God has rebelled and entered the sky tomb, violating the agreement. The Valley Master will not let him go. As his brother, you cannot do it because of personal affairs.
There is forgiveness. Whatever we do, God is watching, and the owner of the valley is also watching..."
Thirteenth Lang was covered in cold sweat and nodded: "Yes, brother."
For half an hour, the two of them reviewed the past and looked forward to the future. The elder explained some trivial matters, then patted Lao Jiu on the shoulder and said, "My condolences."
After leaving the cave, Thirteenth Lang looked at the gray sky, as if he was coming as before, but he didn't want to go home. Thinking of his wife at home, she shed tears. Losing her son means losing her support, and the person who killed his son with his own hands was...
My own father.
Yaowang Valley didn't express anything, and life was extremely peaceful. All major departments were dispatching personnel for the matter of the Sky Tomb. They did not dare to enter the Sky Tomb. Most of the activities were on the periphery. I want you to do everything possible to destroy the Sky Tomb.
A loophole will cause the yin and yang of Xijing City to lose balance, turning Xijing City into a ghost town. At that time, more people will die unjustly and lose their lives for no reason. They are very ordinary, but for the so-called great cause, they lost their lives.
I am willing to give up my life just because I live in Xijing City, nothing more.
For many years, no one has dared to break into the Kunlun Sea of Clouds. As an elder of the Holy Land, he has no problem calling the wind and rain. He has too much power. He has become numb to killing. Everything he does is to protect the forbidden land and make the top masters who seal it lose hope.
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I heard that the owner of the valley is preparing to use his peerless martial arts to refine everyone inside into medicine slaves. If it succeeds, then the Medicine King Valley will have an extremely strong force out of thin air, a cold-blooded killer, ruthless and ruthless.
This is exactly what Yaowang Valley needs, but can the Valley Master succeed? Those people were once peerless masters, and some even reached the sub-sage realm.
When guiding the Valley Master's supreme grace, Thirteenth Lang smiled bitterly and shook his head. What else in the world can stop the Valley Master? These things are trivial. There are too few people in the world who can make the Valley Master fear him. Since last month
, after the Valley Master came out of seclusion, he became even more unfathomable, like the sun in the sky, shining on the entire Yaowang Valley. When he saw him, he sincerely worshiped him.
This is the realm of saints. Countless Zhan Dao masters want to be promoted but cannot reach it. They always die in the Zhan Dao realm and cannot break through forever. The Zhan Dao realm looks beautiful, but once you stand in this master's position, you will feel that the saint is far away from you.
It was so far away, as far away as the stars in the sky.
The stars will all fade away, but the saint will always exist.
When the sky turns fish-belly white, Yaowang Valley emits a scorching brilliance, hidden in layers of clouds and mist. The vitality within a hundred miles radius is so rich that you can reach it, but when it enters the body, it seems to be a little different. Unfortunately, with the current situation
The realm is completely incomprehensible.
The Impermanent Divine General has rebelled after all. He used to be brothers and sisters, but now he has to fight with each other. It is really painful. Thirteenth Lang can't figure out why his junior brother rebelled. He is the most loyal and loyal person to the Valley Master.
Even his own woman can be sacrificed. How could such a person rebel?
Everyone can't figure out that the sons who have a good relationship with the Impermanent God are all dead. Why would they betray Haotian and Yaowang Valley?
Thirteenth Lang tried hard to think, trying to unravel the layers of confusion. As one of the most powerful forces in the world, who else could incite them to do things against their will?
Suddenly, Thirteenth Lang remembered the place where the Impermanence God once liked to go. It was a deserted place with too many beasts and poisonous miasma, sparsely populated and difficult to climb.
Cloud Strait!
Yunhai Strait is said to be the most powerful forbidden area in Yaowang Valley. A saint was once sealed in it. Unfortunately, the saint later broke out of the forbidden area and it became a deserted place, making it difficult to practice.
The most important reason why Yunhai Strait is Yunhai Strait is that after the first ray of light shines in the morning, the entire canyon seems to be wrapped in a sea of colorful clouds. If you have a good chance, you can see the boundless wonderland.
At this time, Thirteenth Lang stood on the Yunhai Strait, looking at the boundless floating clouds, unable to help himself, and even thought of his own destiny.
As soon as the thought appeared, Shisanlang was extremely shocked. When did he have such lonely and discouraged thoughts? With such a firm belief, why would he have other thoughts here?
After waking up, Thirteenth Lang looked at the pitted stones and the traces left by the hard granite. They were the traces left by the saint's fighting energy unintentionally.
In the center of the cliff, there is a huge palm print with a radius of tens of meters. It is shocking and looks like a punishment from Haotian. It is said that it was struck by a saint's palm and left traces on it.
The Thirteenth Prince marveled at the greatness of the saint, and sighed at his own insignificance. He was just a slayer. What was there to be proud of? He was just a mortal.
When he walked up to it and saw layers of branches hiding a narrow cave entrance in the middle of the cliff, Thirteenth Lang shook his head slightly and jumped down.
It's not just a simple cliff. It's full of absolute oppression. It's like the pressure of a saint, spreading out for hundreds of miles. Wherever it is, it's frightening. At this time, the aura emanating from the entrance of the cave actually has a faint trace of it.
traces of saints.
There is a shoe at the entrance of the cave. It belongs to a woman, and only an extremely beautiful woman would pass such a writing. It seems to have the words "peerless beauty" written on it. The shoe has been placed at the entrance of the cave for a long time. After the erosion of the years, the shine is no longer there, and it is black.
The lines fade away, leaving behind traces of the flow of time.
Stepping on the branches extending from the entrance of the cave, there was a squeaking sound. Thirteenth Lang stopped and heard a little tinkling sound of flowing mountain springs at the entrance of the cave. He was surprised, pushed aside the leaves, and walked in.
The mouth of the cave is very small, like a cone, and gradually expands inside. Thirteenth Lang is walking in the cave, very vigilant, but there is no danger until the bottom. It seems to be a cave that has been abandoned for a long time, and you can vaguely see inside.
Get a dusty round table and a shabby old bed.
There was a door at the bottom. It had not been repaired for a long time and had lost its color. It collapsed with a slight push. Thirteenth Lang opened the door and was completely shocked when he saw the scene in front of him.
This is……
A paradise on earth, with mountain springs flowing and turning into a small lake. The space behind the door is larger than imagined, almost occupying the mountainside. With such a huge amount of work, there are no traces of man-made work. In the center of the lake,
There is a large stone about ten meters in diameter, with a little silver light emitting from it.
In the center, there is a small pit, which seems to be the most essential part of the mountain spring. No, it also exudes strong stalactite. The stalactite must be over a hundred years old and can enhance the capacity of the meridians in the body.
, to consolidate one's realm, and to be an elixir to soothe the mind. Especially the century-old stalactite, which looks very ordinary, but there are very few places in the world that can produce stalactite.
The aura here is so rich that it is almost like mist, floating in front of you bit by bit. With every breath, the pores in your body relax, with a shocking effect, slowly calming down the sadness in your heart.
This is another world, without the presence of powerful forces in Yaowang Valley and the pressure of faith. This is pure reality. Here, you will think of many past events and find it difficult to extricate yourself.
Unknowingly, Thirteenth Lang burst into tears thinking of his dead son and cried loudly. After that, he felt much better. When he was about to leave, he suddenly saw a reed flute lying quietly on the sand by the water...
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Jushiro's whole body was shaken. He looked at Mudi in disbelief. His lips were trembling. He waved and put Mudi in the water. His mind was trembling and he murmured: "This is Jushiro's thing..."
The reed flute was a gift given by Thirteenth Lang to his son on his tenth birthday. The reed flute was made of the finest green bamboo. After being blessed by the saint of the valley owner, it will have a huge role in promoting future cultivation. It is considered to be half a holy piece.
The instrument, but now it has completely become a piece of waste. The energy blessed by the Valley Master has left. It is unimaginable that something blessed by the saint will be lost, unless the Valley Master dies or is forcibly taken out by someone in the same realm.
.Even if the Valley Master is not dead, there is only one possibility...
Thinking of this, Thirteenth Lang felt cold all over. Could it be that a saint came to Yaowang Valley and his son and junior brother were also bewitched by him and betrayed Yaowang Valley?
Thinking of this, Thirteenth Lang felt that the matter was beyond his control. He was just an ant in the realm of killing Dao, but he was like an ant in front of the realm of saints.
Scanning the surroundings carefully, Thirteenth Lang found no other unusual places. How could there be no one in a place with such abundant spiritual energy?
It is also possible that his son and junior brother found this place to be a good place to practice, so they came here to practice. Thirteenth Lang preferred this possibility, because at least there was no fight between saints.
Tick tock!
A drop of water fell in front of him. Thirteenth Lang looked up and saw a venomous snake coiled above his head. It made an attacking gesture and pierced through with a swish sound. Its speed was comparable to that of a master in the Gangjin realm.
But Thirteenth Lang is a master who has been killing Tao for many years. He struck out with a palm and bombarded the poisonous snake into pieces. The blood fell like mist, leaving behind a stream of blood. But something strange happened, the essence of the poisonous snake dispersed in the air,
It melted slowly and then disappeared.
What's going on?
Thirteenth Lang was horrified. Things were too weird. The essence was swallowed up by an inexplicable energy. Suddenly, a slight laughter reached his ears.
