Chapter 1674: Hui Yi is now recruiting people from the mountain. Please invite the God of Death as you wish.
Chapter 1676: Hui Yi is recruiting people from the mountain now, please invite the God of Death as you wish
Boom! Bang! Bang!
On the mountainside of Guizhe Holy Mountain, a blood-stained figure rolled and ran, carrying a mirror and hurriedly down the mountain.
"Brothers, I'm panicking now."
"I don't know why, but the Qin family's half-saint suddenly wants to kill me. I didn't offend him, did I?"
"I know you are surprised. Why can I escape death in the hands of a semi-saint and be so powerful just like Feng Zhongzui?"
"To be honest, I'm surprised myself!"
"My level of phantom swordsmanship can only be said to be barely at the first level. I couldn't even use the time and space jump just now. Seeing that the old man was in a bad state due to being infected with demonic energy, I accidentally struck a 'Mirror Flower, Water Moon'."
"I really have him under control!"
Feng Zhongzui grabbed the preaching mirror and pointed it at himself.
Half of his frightened face was reflected in the mirror, and more of it was the half-sage Qin Duan who was going crazy high in the sky at the top of the mountain.
"I can't stay in the air anymore. It's too dangerous now. I have to use my legs to run away."
"Brothers, I don't know if you believe in the concept of 'field'... It's hard for me to describe to you specifically what I want to express now. In short, the atmosphere at Guizhe Holy Mountain is wrong!"
"My body is so cold, I feel like I'm about to die... Before I preached here, I had no concept of life and death, but now I always feel like I have to lie down with the next breath!"
Drunk in the Wind, he ran and turned around, speaking faster and faster:
"I am born very sensitive - towards things like 'field', I think Qin Bansheng should have been similarly affected, but he is more emotional?"
"But the change came too suddenly. Why?"
"Perhaps Master Shou and Emperor Cangsheng are going to exchange battlefields. Death is rife here, and a catastrophe is about to happen?"
"Maybe..."
Feng Zhongzui swallowed hard, "I always feel like a monster is coming to the Holy Mountain!"
…
brush!
A blur of orange passed by the side of the field of vision.
Feng Zhongzui ran too fast and didn't see clearly what it was, but suddenly stopped and stopped in place.
Stopped abruptly.
Once the drunkenness in the chatterbox stopped, the world became quiet.
His preaching mirror was still held upside down, half of it was shining on his absent-minded face, and the other half was still the sky.
"Why did you stop?"
The people in front of the Five Realms Missionary Mirror were confused.
They wanted to see more scenes and listen to more explanations, but they were suddenly petrified when they were drunk in the wind.
"What did you flash past just now?"
"Human! It looks like a figure, orange?"
"You are running in such a hurry to be reincarnated? By the way, there are still people going up the Guizhe Holy Mountain at this moment? Shouldn't they all go down the mountain?"
"No! He seems to be just walking normally. He is running fast in the wind, so the mirror shows him relatively fast, blurry to the point of being out of the picture..."
The discussion gradually became quieter.
Everyone looked strange.
Because at this time, half of the face in the wind was ashen, and even the eyes had lost their light.
It's like your soul has been taken away!
"died?"
Everyone was confused.
But soon the mirror image trembled, it must have been that the drunk spirit in the wind came back to his senses, obviously he was not dead yet.
But everyone could clearly see that there was a drop of sweat on his forehead, and blood slid across his eye sockets and dripped from the tip of his nose.
Thunder in a silent place.
There was a sudden uproar in the five regions.
Everyone's appetite was whetted by this drop of sweat.
"No, who is coming from the Holy Mountain!"
"Is Feng Zhongzui so stressed?"
After watching the Taoist Mirror for so long, everyone knows that Feng Zhongzui’s character is, to put it mildly, a godless person, but to put it bluntly, he is a coward.
From time to time he makes a slip of the tongue, and he can even call his beloved dog.
Calling Half Saint Qin Duan by his true name is really not his fault.
In fact, following Master Shou, no matter who carries the mirror, I'm afraid they won't be able to see an ordinary half-saint in their eyes.
Shouye and I are killing each other, so why should I be afraid of him?
But who are we meeting at this moment, who will make the talkative Feng Zhong drunk and suddenly lose the ability to speak?
Feng Zhongzui still didn’t speak.
But he slowly began to move the missionary mirror.
In the mirror, half of his face was not missing at all, as if to show the horror in his eyes.
But the part belonging to the sky gradually decreased. As the missionary mirror slid down, the other half of the picture showed the mountain road behind Feng Zhongzui.
…
"Ta, Du..."
"Ta, Du..."
very slow.
The footsteps are neither fast nor slow.
The image in the mirror tilted from bottom to top, gradually incorporating an orange back figure.
People who go up the mountain!
The five domains let out a low cry.
At this time, there were indeed those who were going against the grain, gradually heading toward the top of the Guizhe Holy Mountain.
Judging from the picture in the missionary mirror, the figure from behind is quite tall, but his waist is slightly hunched, so we can only barely judge from the skeleton that he is a man.
others……
His whole body, from head to toe, even his hands, was covered in that orange coat, and no one was exposed.
"Like an orange."
Someone gave a pertinent evaluation. After speaking, he shivered for no reason and felt a little "cold".
This is not an illusion.
This man who went up the mountain gave the spectators in front of the Five Domains Mirror a cold and cold feeling at this moment, like a poisonous snake that had just come out of a dark place.
"Explain it!"
"Feng Zhongzui, hurry up and talk to me."
"I think he is a master! Masters always like to dress up in strange clothes..."
The people in front of the evangelical mirror didn't mind watching the excitement. Anyway, it was not me who was present, so they all started to urge me.
Feng Zhongzui was panicking visibly.
He still didn't dare to say anything and just continued to move the preaching mirror.
He seemed to have benefited a lot from following Master Shou before - now he completely knows how to interpret his current fear in silence and through the language of the camera.
He patted the Orange Man's back from bottom to top for several breaths.
It was clearly a tense moment of escape. Half-Saint Qin Duan was still in the sky behind, and he didn't know when he would catch up.
"Ta, Du..."
"Ta, Du..."
Listening to the leisurely footsteps, everyone felt unable to relax. On the contrary, they felt even heavier!
The mirror moved slowly again, matching the rhythm of the footsteps, taking pictures of the mountain road as it came, and then took a few breathtaking shots of the sky.
No one knows what it means to be drunk in the wind.
But everyone was surprisingly quiet, and accompanied by Feng Zhongzui, whose face was full of horror, we watched the red flowers, willows, green flowers, golden laurels and blue stones for a long time.
The spiritual array detonated before Shouye passed by the Holy Mountain on the mountainside should have turned into a mess, but such colors can still be seen in the details.
It can only be said that Guizhe Holy Mountain has a very tenacious vitality!
but……
"What was he trying to say?"
…
It doesn't give much time to think.
The mirror in the opposite direction suddenly turned to the front, photographing Feng Zhongzui directly in front.
The way down!
The five realms suddenly felt horrified. At this moment, it was completely clear why Feng Zhongzui stopped moving forward.
Compared with the colorful road going up the mountain, the road going down the mountain is completely gray at first glance!
The red flowers have withered and the green leaves have faded.
The vegetation has withered and the mountain springs have dried up.
The Holy Mountain Spiritual Formation detonated by Shouye before seemed to be divided by the place where Feng Zhongzui was standing at the moment. The upper part was not damaged much, but the lower part was the area hardest hit by the explosion.
But was it really caused by the explosion?
"It's all gray..."
Someone said in a trembling voice, as if they had witnessed something incredible.
Just like this, when the missionary mirror shows you the distant view of the mountain, all you can see is gray.
Even if the flowers wither, they should still be a little red.
Even if the tree is broken, it should still be a little green.
At this moment, in the distant view of the mountain in the preaching mirror, there is no red or green, no other colors, only "gray".
The "ash" is curled up and around. It comes from the dead vegetation and the broken rocks. It is full but not scattered, and it floats in the air.
If you look closely, the gray looks like falsehood.
As soon as I squinted my eyes, I saw that the road going down the mountain was really covered with a gray fog of decay!
…
"Gulu."
Feng Zhongzui's Adam's apple rolled, but he still didn't dare to speak.
The preaching mirror had a magnifying function. He stood there and magnified the picture at the foot of the distant mountain.
There, in the hazy gloom, there were rotten corpses and white bones lying on the ground, as if they had been dead for hundreds of years.
But Guizhe Holy Mountain is a holy place, so how can there be such a bad habit of throwing corpses at the foot of the mountain!
The clothes on some of the corpses were still there, except for some dust, which can be said to be "as new as washed".
Red clothes, white clothes, mountain guards, holy guards...
They are all dressed in familiar clothes, and they are all new people from before - they are members of the Holy Mountain ministries who were previously useless and were driven down the mountain in advance by Lord Commoners!
"All dead?"
The mirror disappeared from Feng Zhongzui, but the horror did not disappear. It was just transferred from Feng Zhongzui's face to the faces of the spectators in the five regions.
Why die?
Why is there no sound at all?
Didn't even the great emperor of Cangsheng notice it? Couldn't this have happened in an instant?
But it can create such an effect in an instant...
Those who go down the mountain early are not weak either.
One by one, they killed Taixu, as well as the red and white team captains who had experienced hundreds of battles and were drawn from all over the five regions.
It’s not enough compared to the top, but it’s more than enough compared to the bottom!
The number is extremely impressive. Even if Qin Duan goes crazy and wants to find everyone at the foot of the mountain and hack them to death one by one, it will still take him half a day, right?
"Not all dead!"
"Someone can still breathe!"
Being drunk in the wind seems to be in the same mood as the five realms.
After searching for a long time, the preaching mirror finally found a shivering master behind a big rock.
It was a little man in red. His spirit refining aura was very strange, as if he had just broken through and was extremely unstable.
His face was smeared with dirt and dirty. It was hard to tell his exact age, but he was probably no more than thirteen or fifteen years old, very immature.
Apart from the young man in red, what caught the eye was the fact that he was tightly holding a sword in his hand with the blade half inserted into the soil!
Feng Zhongzui's pupils trembled, but he still made no sound.
"What kind of sword is this? The aura seems to be very powerful?"
A preaching mirror can make those watching the battle feel powerful. This sword is absolutely extraordinary.
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Compared with the ignorance of the spiritual refiners in the Southern Region, those in front of the Preaching Mirror in the Eastern Region do not need to be buried next to the Sword Tomb and Shenyue Immortal City.
Pick out a few people at random, and probably half of them will be able to shout out the name of this sword.
"The fifteenth famous sword, dragon sword, green scale spine!"
On the first viewing platform, Dao Qiongcang narrowed his eyes and remembered who this young man in red was.
He remembered that Gou Wuyue had an apprentice.
But he didn't accept it, it was given to him by the Holy Temple to inherit his mantle.
Facts have proved that not everyone can master ancient sword cultivation, even if they spend all their resources.
In the world of ancient sword cultivators, there is no such thing as a famous teacher producing a good disciple. In most cases, each generation is inferior to the last.
Even so, Gou Wuyue tried his best to teach.
Later, in order to avoid suspicion, the boy was thrown into the red team for training.
what do you say that is?
By the way, Lu Ke!
…
"Lu Ke?"
A wisp of Xu Xiaoshou's will rested on Feng Zhongzui.
Just now, he used his magic sword skills to save him from the siege. At this moment, he saw Xiao Hongyi photographed by the mother mirror of the Holy Mountain Missionary Mirror.
He remembered this young man in red.
Gou Wuyue's disciple, Yu Zhiwen's associate, and a famous sword wielder.
At that time, in the White Cave, the famous sword Qinglinjing could not be snatched away, and it always wanted to fly out from the Yuan Mansion to find its owner.
Later, Xu Xiaoshou took the initiative to throw it away in order to avoid Vigil's pursuit.
But none of this matters!
The important thing is that Xu Xiaoshou remembered that this young man in red had a ghostly spirit.
A man in red is the body of a ghost beast, which is very strange.
This was also the reason why he and Yu Zhiwen parted ways at that time.
She clearly knew something, and he asked, but she pursed her lips and said nothing...
Although now Xu Xiaoshou can generally understand her difficulties.
But at that time, he only felt that he had been deceived - Yu Zhiwen turned out to be not a saint. There was an ugly heart hidden under the beautiful face, full of horrible secrets. No wonder she was always veiled!
Xu Xiaoshou was not surprised at all when Lu Ke and Qinglinji appeared in the Holy Mountain.
People in red have backgrounds and secrets. Returning to the Holy Mountain means going home, which is perfectly normal.
What he was confused about was how could a novice like Lu Ke survive even though that guy was here? How could they know each other?
"Five declines of heaven and man..."
Originally, when Qin Duan insulted him, Xu Xiaoshou wanted to teleport him directly, or ask Qin Duan to come over with the secret of space.
I just want to see if this old guy dares to say even half a harsh word in front of me.
Unexpectedly, that orange guy climbed the mountain and disrupted all plans!
Even to his death, Xu Xiaoshou couldn't figure out why the Five Deceived Heavenly Beings would go to the Holy Mountain at this time to snatch his own highlight moment.
It’s unlikely that this lone star from the sky still remembers the alliance between them and thinks that he is his good friend. Seeing that he is alone on the holy mountain, he is considerate enough to come and help, right?
so funny!
Even Yu Zhiwen, who helped each other along the way, would choose to hide secrets from himself at critical moments.
Xu Xiaoshou didn't believe at all that the members of the King of Hell, who met by chance on Void Island, would keep their word and stick to their word just because they made an alliance as a joke at that time, and would do everything possible for their friends without hesitation.
"Is he crazy?"
"I love the people on the mountain. I can come and go as I please. Does he think he can do it?"
"When did the gods and humans become so arrogant?"
Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but worry.
Not to mention, if he recalled it carefully, he found that the Five Deceased Heavenly Beings were very scary to outsiders and their methods were very cruel.
It’s really good for myself!
At least, Xu Xiaoshou did not feel even a little bit betrayed by this guy whose existence itself represented "betrayal".
Without thinking for a long time, Xu Xiaoshou quickly made a decision:
"Call him!"
…
Preaching Mirror has also found several survivors one after another.
But there are no exceptions, like the young man in red, who doesn't even have a single wound on his body, not at all.
Most of them either have gray hair and gray beards, as if their souls had been ripped out and their marrow had been stripped away, or they have withered limbs and rotten bodies, and their bodies are rotting away.
"Ta, Du..."
"Ta, Du..."
In the distance, the sound of footsteps has faded.
Being drunk in the wind was even more terrifying. He didn't dare to look for other survivors because he found that he seemed to be one of the survivors!
He wanted to go down the mountain.
But the "ash" covering the road down the mountain gradually caught up with the man in orange robe as he walked away.
Ten miles...
One mile...
Ten feet...
The person who goes up the mountain heads toward new life, but his path leads to ruin and decay.
As he moved forward, the dividing line between life and death finally came to his feet!
Feng Zhongzui was so frightened that he retreated wildly and ran backwards up the mountain. However, he could still see the "ash" under his feet, chasing after his boots, as if trying to climb up his body.
"I'm going to die!"
Feng Zhongzui finally let out his first scream.
There is Qin Duan in the sky and gray shadows on the ground. I am a great ancient sword cultivator. Do I still have to use earth escape to escape through the ground?
The problem is, neither can I!
The world outside for miles around was all gray, and Feng Zhongzui could only run towards the orange side.
He discovered that the most dangerous place turned out to be the safest place, because the danger hadn't gathered yet?
Just when he was at his wits end, Feng Zhongzui, who was chasing behind the orange-robed man again, suddenly had a thought flash in his mind:
"Even I am so curious about that orange senior..."
"I'm afraid everyone in the five regions is urging me to stop him. Do you want to call him?"
Everyone let me go.
If you want to stop him again, it would be a bit too dedicated. He is just preaching, there is no need to risk his life...
When thinking this way, Feng Zhongzui couldn't help but screamed:
"Senior, stay!"
…
Snap.
Senior Orange stayed behind.
But before he could look back, something terrible happened.
The horizon was about to go south, but Qin Duan, who looked like he was going to rush directly to the southern region and kill Master Shou, heard the sound and lowered his eyes.
He was stunned for a moment.
It seems that he doesn't understand why the dead guy still appears in his field of vision.
Suddenly, murderous intent surged all over his body, like a vulture snatching food, it swooped down with its claws raised, and roared loudly:
"A child from the Feng family dares to tease me?!"
I, did you shout too loudly... Feng Zhongzui never thought that he would die in this way, this is too childish.
He wants to resist.
But maybe there is too much pressure.
He fell into a trance after approaching the orange senior. When he came to his senses, he had no time to fight back.
You can escape the first grade of junior high school, but you can't escape the fifteenth grade...
Drunk in the wind, I was about to cry without tears. I didn’t know what my mentality was. I grabbed the preaching mirror and huddled under the orange senior’s buttocks, and shouted in a confused voice:
"Xu Xiaoshou! Save me!"
Huh? What am I talking about?
Am I crazy too? I have hit the wall many times and yet I dare to call the big shot his real name?
What does Mr. Shou have to do with me? He is not the savior. How could he go to the Holy Mountain to save me at this time... So, Qin Duan is a trap for the Emperor of Cangsheng?
Xu Xiaoshou is indeed not the savior of being drunk in the wind.
But the moment after he squatted down in front of the mirror and shouted "Xu Xiaoshou", Feng Zhongzui could clearly detect it, and the orange senior in front stiffened for a moment.
The next breath, this guy looked like a puppet from the back, looking like a ghost.
He moved.
He is no longer just a numb and mechanical climber.
He raised his head, looking towards the swooping vulture Qin, and at the same time stretched out his right hand.
…
"boom!"
There was a huge earthquake on the mountainside of the Holy Mountain.
The surrounding rocks exploded with roar and rolled down.
Drunk in the wind but stunned, holding on to the preaching mirror, I felt like I was a baby. Not only was it warm and comfortable, but I was cared for so well that I didn't even feel the aftermath of the battle.
Senior Orange, protected me?
By the way, one person can give birth to thousands of children... You are not Senior Orange, you are Master Shou?
"I don't know why this old guy Qin Duan still wants to kill me, but I'm not afraid anymore!"
"Senior Orange will be my patron saint of Fengzhongzui from now on, at least that's how I feel!"
Feng Zhongzui patted his butt and quickly stood up, trying to stay as far away from the frontal battlefield as possible, and at the same time pointed the missionary mirror at the two fighting men.
At this moment, everyone was determined to kill him, and Feng Zhongzui was not generous enough to show him enough respect.
He touched his head and ribs, not knowing what he was touching, and finally shouted loudly in the mirror:
"Brothers, I really survived!"
"Field, you still remember, I am very sensitive to this 'field', and it was clearly a cold and dark feeling just now..."
"Now, I feel so warm!"
"Orange, really warm!"
Drunk in the wind, he ran and jumped, retreated backwards, but swung his fingers forward vigorously, interpreting the battle situation:
"Senior Orange is also a half-saint!"
"Is the Holy Mountain really filled with half-saints? Anyone who climbs the mountain has such terrifying strength?"
"Senior Orange, since you are so strong, please help me kill this mad dog... Master Shou really shouldn't let him go, he should kill all his semi-saint incarnations, or even uproot them. I beg you.
That’s it!”
As we all know, preaching requires exaggeration.
Sometimes, in order to exaggerate the tense and exciting battle situation, Feng Zhongzui would be full of emotions and speak unscrupulously.
He doesn't like neutrality, he chooses sides.
He decisively stood against Qin Duan's old dog, and at the same time tried to use his words to inspire empathy among the spectators in the five regions, so that they would share the same hatred with him.
He never expected that as soon as these words came out of his mouth...
When the smoke and dust cleared in front, a horrified picture of Qin Duan's old dog was revealed - his vulture claws were tightly held tightly by the orange senior, like a baby's offensive fist being held, unable to move at all!
As for Senior Orange, after hearing the sound, he didn't even care about the semi-saint enemy in front, and his head "dropped" directly.
Either turn your head sideways, turn around, or just don't move your body, raise your chin, and put the back of your head almost against your back, so that your head "drops"!
An orange mask of the King of Hell was exposed from the folds of the big hood. The poisonous snake hidden in the shadows stared at himself, at the preaching mirror, and at the five-domain spiritual refiner.
Drunk in the wind, goosebumps fell all over the place.
But on the other side, as if the God of Death had obtained his request, a low, hoarse, calm and peaceful voice came out from under the mask of the King of Hell: