The alcoholic maniac was wearing wrinkled clothes and a gray cloth hat, his face was red, and he looked drunk.
Gu Songzi glared at the drunkard and said: "Old drunkard, are you already nearby, and you haven't taken any action, deliberately watching my joke?"
"Don't you claim that there is no grass growing within ten miles? I just want to see if your methods have become more powerful over the years. Unfortunately, it is a big disappointment."
The alcoholic maniac touched his beard and laughed mercilessly. At the same time, he also burped, and the smell of alcohol on his body became stronger.
"My most powerful method is to use poison, but he is not afraid of poison, what can I do?" Gu Songzi's eyes almost bulged out of his sockets, feeling that the alcoholic lunatic was just stirring up trouble.
If it weren't for the black figure still standing by, Gu Songzi would have already used the poison to knock down the alcoholic lunatic first.
Just as the two old guys were bickering, the black figure fled quickly into the forest like an arrow. It was obvious that he realized that the drunkard's cultivation was extremely advanced and that he could not defeat him.
Can only escape.
"Leave it to me."
The drunk maniac put down the wine bottle, and his whole body changed. Suddenly, the whole forest shook slightly, and the leaves continued to fall.
In the forest, all the remaining formations left over from the medieval period were activated, forming beams of light that shot straight into the sky.
"Uh-huh."
The alcoholic lunatic just moved his body and had already chased behind the black figure, pressing down with one palm. This move was not to kill him, but to capture him alive.
"Ding ding."?
A wind chime flew out, spinning rapidly, becoming bigger and bigger, and when it touched the palm of the drunken maniac, it exploded and exploded.
"Boom."
After the wind chime exploded, an earth-shaking destructive power surged out. A large forest was destroyed and turned into scorched earth, and even the remaining formations were torn apart.
Fortunately, the person who took action was a drunkard. If it had been any other saint, he would have died.
"With your strength, I can't catch you?"
The drunk maniac was so angry that he blew his beard and stared. He felt very embarrassed. With his cultivation level, he would miss. So he took action to capture him again.
The black figure kept hitting wind chimes one after another, exploding and blocking the drunk maniac.
Unfortunately, the gap in cultivation was too great, and any resistance was in vain. The drunk maniac smashed ten wind chimes in a row, and finally suppressed the black figure under the palm print.
The black figure's hands supported a large handprint dozens of feet long hanging above his head, his legs kept bending, and with a bang, he knelt in the forest.
"Tell me about it? What is the origin of the so-called dead clan? What secrets are hidden in the depths of Xianji Mountain?" The alcoholic madman's expression was very serious, with a cold air in his eyes.
"哏哏."
The black figure just laughed and said nothing.
The drunk maniac said: "I once swore that I would never kill any living being again. However, the death energy in your body is so strong that you don't even look like a living being. Believe it or not, today, I beat you to the point where your soul is gone?"
"Kill if you want, why bother talking so much nonsense." The black figure showed no fear.
Suddenly, a violent cold wind blew in the forest, causing towering ancient trees to be uprooted. Boulders, soil, and leaves all flew into the air, as if the earth was about to roll up.
The sky was dark, and the temperature in the air dropped rapidly.
There were all kinds of weird sounds in the world, some were like children crying, some were like ghosts wailing, and some were like the sounds of fighting on the battlefield...
Zhang Ruochen's heart moved. He thought of the finger bone that escaped from the bottom of the Taoist temple. His face suddenly changed and he reminded the drunk maniac: "Be careful, there is a peerless evil coming nearby..."
A dark laugh came from the black figure's mouth.
I saw a large black shadow rushing out of the forest, densely packed and countless, like an army of darkness rushing out from the underworld.
The evil energy of death they carried was countless times more powerful than the evil energy of death on the black figure. Even the alcoholic lunatic felt the danger, so he quickly retracted his palms and backed away quickly.
"what?"
Every time the alcoholic maniac takes a step, he is miles away, and he doesn't want to be touched by the black shadow.
However, those black shadows did not intend to let him go, and the speed of pursuit became faster, trying to devour the drunk maniac.
"Three-leaf nine-flower flower."
The wine maniac took out a small jade three-leaf flower, held it in the palm of his hand, and mobilized the holy energy to inject it. Immediately, the three-leaf nine-leaf flower emerged with nine circles of cyan holy light, and poured out, nine layers in a row, like water.
Like a wave.
The black shadows chasing behind them screamed as soon as they came into contact with the blue holy light, and they disintegrated and turned into wisps of black smoke.
The light emitted by the three-leaf nine-year-old flower is quite bright, and the holy energy generated by it is also very strong. Even if you stand thousands of miles away, you will feel dazzling.
A sharp sound came from the depths of Xianji Mountain, shaking the mountains.
Hearing that voice, the remaining black shadow grabbed the black figure kneeling on the ground, turned into a black hurricane, and rushed into the depths of Xianji Mountain.
The lead clouds in the sky also dissipated.
The drunk madman did not pursue him, but looked into the depths of Xianji Mountain with a serious expression. Just now, the sharp sound was so terrifying that it almost made his holy soul leave his body, as if he was
warn him.
"What kind of existence is it?" the drunkard said to himself.
"There is a very terrible secret hidden deep in the Xianji Mountain, which we cannot mess with. However, the great power of the human race in the Middle Ages left behind taboo methods that could prevent them from leaving the Xianji Mountain. Now, that is not the case.
Afraid of them." Gu Songzi said.
The drunk maniac asked: "You have been in Xianji Mountain for hundreds of years. You must know a lot of things. Tell me quickly."? "Why should I tell you? Who do you think you are? Of course, if you can tell San Ye Jiu
Leave the raw flowers to me, and I can still tell you something." Gu Songzi said with a sinister smile.
The drunk madman blew his beard and glared, saying: "I experienced nine deaths in the Yin and Yang Sea before I brought out the Three-leaf Nine-Sheng Flower. You actually want it? Are you dreaming?"
"Forget it if you don't give it, who cares? However, you are not welcome in Xianji Mountain. You'd better leave immediately, otherwise I will have to use some means to drive you away."
Gu Songzi said coldly, not like he was joking.
Then, Gu Songzi walked towards the forest with his hands behind his back. When he reached Zhang Ruochen, he said, "If you want to continue the three meridians, just follow me."
Qing Mo helped Zhang Ruochen up, winked at the drunk maniac, and followed him.
The drunk maniac was slightly stunned, and shouted at Gu Songzi's back: "What do you mean, old weirdo? If I hadn't taken action just now, you would have been beaten to death. Do you want to cross the river and demolish the bridge so quickly?"
Zhang Ruochen, who was following Gu Songzi, had a strange look in his eyes.
Why does the alcoholic maniac call Gu Songzi "Ku Lao Wei"? Is Gu Songzi not his real name?
As a master of alchemy, he must be a famous figure in the world.
Zhang Ruochen analyzed and thought carefully, and suddenly, his face was slightly startled, and he thought to himself: "Isn't Gu Songzi the Poison Dao Saint Master Ku Gongzi from the Demon Sect back then?"
Eight hundred years ago, Zhang Ruochen had heard the name of Mr. Ku, who was half a generation older than him.
When Zhang Ruochen was sixteen years old, Mr. Ku was only in his thirties at the time and had already become famous all over the world and was known as the world's number one alchemy wizard.
Eight hundred years later, Zhang Ruochen read through many classics about those people back then. Among them, when he was looking up the chapter about the decisive battle between the Demon Emperor and the heroine Chi Yao, he accidentally saw the record about Mr. Ku.
It is recorded in the classics that five hundred years ago, Mr. Ku was known as the "Saint Master of the Poison Path" and became the elder of the Demon Sect.
After the great battle between the imperial court and the Demon Sect, almost all the masters of the Demon Sect were killed and injured, and there was no record of Mr. Ku. Zhang Ruochen only thought that he had died in that battle.
Originally, Zhang Ruochen had some suspicions that the drunkard was once a member of the demon sect. When he heard him call Gu Songzi "Ku Lao Wei", he naturally thought of Ku Gongzi.
"Gu Songzi and Mr. Ku are not really the same person, are they? If Gu Songzi is the elder of the Demon Sect, why doesn't he stay in the Demon Sect's main altar but live in seclusion in the dangerous Xianji Mountain? Is he living in seclusion or hiding from something?
?”
Zhang Ruochen's heart was full of questions, and he suddenly discovered that Gu Songzi was also a person with a lot of stories.
Gu Songzi took Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo to a forest covered in white mist. The trees in the forest were very huge, and some ancient trees had grown for who knows how many years. They stood on the ground like mountain peaks.
There are some ruins among the weeds among the trees. It can be seen that this place was once very glorious. It was probably the former site of the Xianji Sect. One hundred thousand years ago, there were probably tens of thousands of sect disciples practicing here.
Refining elixirs and understanding the holy way, but unfortunately now it has become extremely desolate, even the stone steps were covered with moss.
Zhang Ruochen whispered to Qing Mo: "Be careful, follow the footsteps of the ancient pine trees, and don't make mistakes. There are many ancient remnant formations here. If you are not careful, you may not encounter big dangers."
Gu Songzi took Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo to the bottom of a spiritual mountain.
"Crash."
On the cliff of Lingshan Mountain, a spiritual spring flows out, and at the foot of the mountain, it gathers into a blue lake, emitting misty smoke.
All kinds of precious elixirs are planted along the lakeside, some are medicinal herbs, some are colorful medicinal flowers, and there are also spiritual fruits that exude a charming fragrance.
The scenery here is beautiful, full of spiritual energy, quiet and peaceful. Compared with other places in Xianji Mountain, it is like a holy land of immortals.
"This place used to be the largest spiritual training place in the outer sect of Xianji Sect. Even now, the underground spirit gathering formation is still in operation." Gu Songzi said.
Qing Mo put Zhang Ruochen down and let him sit by the lake to rest.
Gu Songzi stared into the distance and snorted coldly: "That old drunkard didn't leave Xianji Mountain, but sneaked over here. Do you really think I can't deal with him?"
The ancient pine nuts released their spiritual power and turned into dozens of light shuttles, flying into the forest and hitting the ground.
"Boom."
The ancient remaining formations in the forest were all activated and put into operation, sealing off that area so that no living thing could even think of breaking into this place.
Zhang Ruochen raised his eyelids and said: "Senior and Drunken Madman don't seem to have a big grudge, why should we shut him out and not sit down and have a good talk?"
Gu Songzi had a bad look on Zhang Ruochen and said, "Who told you that there is no such thing as great hatred? If you want to heal, you shouldn't ask so many questions that you shouldn't ask."
Obviously, Gu Songzi didn't want to continue talking about this issue, and said: "Now, take out the Thousand-leaf Sacred Core Grass and put it into the Spiritual Lake."