It's so cold for thousands of miles, and even dusk is cold because of this loneliness.
At this time, the sky was high and the sky was vast, not even the wind or sand had touched it. It was as if the entire world had been frozen in place for a moment.
So lonely.
Song Zhong sat under the sunset. He did not feel lonely, but was very excited and even excited.
Holding a pen in his right hand, he was writing something quickly at his desk. There should be nothing in the desolate world, but there were complete writing desks and pens. It was even more complete than the examination room.
He was writing furiously and suddenly stopped and asked hurriedly: "What happened next?"
"later……"
A hoarse and ethereal voice responded to him.
"I need your help for what happens next."
Song Zhong suddenly woke up and looked at the huge stone wall in front of him. There was an old man sitting cross-legged inside the stone wall.
The old man's withered hair drooped down to cover his face and was messy.
Wearing a shabby black and red robe, I don't know if it is too old or for some reason, but it looks as old as a rock eroded by wind and sand.
Feng Yan narrowed his eyes. Song Zhong packed up the brush, rinsed it in the pen holder, poured the ink into it, and put it all into a book basket. He carefully put the thick book into his arms as if it were a treasure, and then
He stood up with a smile on his face and said, "I don't know what kind of help the old gentleman wants from Xiao Ke?"
The withered old man raised his head, and his cloudy eyes turned out to be double pupils.
The old man looked at the young man in front of him. The young man was about thirty or forty years old. According to what he said, he had failed many times and he really liked ghost and fox stories, so he traveled around endlessly. He had a place in Xipu in the city.
He sits in a restaurant and provides tea and snacks to people. As long as he can provide stories, he will also give some to people to take away.
Found here a few years ago.
"You go ten thousand miles east, and there is a very vast world. Use your brush to paint all the stone monuments you see, and you will be doing me a favor."
Song Zhong sighed and said: "If it were other matters, Xiao Ke would do his best, but I can't accept this matter."
"Why?"
Song Zhong cupped his fists and said: "I heard from an old man in the past that legend has it that there has been a great turmoil in the underworld in recent times. There is an immortal demon god who wants to sacrifice the common people and become an immortal. It can be said to be a great catastrophe that will destroy the world."
"All the righteous monks have come out to slay the devil and bring clarity to the world. In the past few years, I only thought that the old gentleman was a wild ghost and fairy. But now that I heard the old gentleman talk about it, I am afraid that you are the world-destroying devil."
The old devil chuckled.
"You're not dead?"
The old devil just smiled and did not answer the young man's question.
The old devil looked at the starry sky in the distance with a calm expression, feeling the surge of mana, and asked: "Do you know the legend of the underworld?"
"I know." Song Zhong nodded slightly. He was particularly enthusiastic about these stories, so he collected a lot of anecdotes and strange things. Most of them he knew when he pieced them together, and many of them were learned from the mouths of people who had returned from the dead.
Then he said: "It is said that the underworld is located in Luodu in the underworld. It is controlled by the Yin Emperor, and is subordinated to the five ghost emperors, the ten palaces of Yama, the four great judges, and the eighteen Yin commanders..."
"good."
The old devil felt a bit relieved, knowing that the underworld was still perfect after all.
In other words, the fact that he is still alive means that the avenue of the underworld is still spreading throughout the world.
"Are there any better things in this world?"
Song Zhong looked suspicious, and he could hear some expectation in his voice.
But he didn't know clearly. He just inferred based on his impressions and past stories: "It should be better."
"OK."
The old devil pursed his lips and nodded.
The existence of the underworld has finally brought some changes to this muddy world.
It's good, at least their efforts were not in vain, and traces remain.
Song Zhong became even more confused. He frowned and asked: "But in the story, it seems that what you did is the right thing. Why do you still sacrifice to the common people after you have cultivated to such a high level?"
"When you get to that point, you have to give it a try." The old devil waved his hand and stood up slowly.
He was sitting cross-legged on the futon, a small ball, and when he stood up, he was over nine feet tall. Song Zhong was like a thin child in front of him. As the old devil stood up, Song Zhong could see from this posture that he was looking down on the world.
Domineering.
Red-haired waterfall.
The big purple-black horn pointed diagonally at the blue sky.
Turning double pupils.
Sharp fangs.
And that gaze that is indifferent to everything, as if it can encompass the Xuanhuang universe.
A faint evil spirit drifted from the corner of his eyes, adding a bit of weirdness.
The cold words swept away the dejection, as if the weak man just now was just a stone shell, and now he is the real world-destroying demon god, capable of destroying the world and destroying all living beings.
The aura of killing is coming.
He turned around,
About to leave.
"Why are there monks flying into the sky and escaping from the earth in this world, but we can't practice?" Song Zhong shouted.
There is so much yearning in the eyes.
He was so curious about that world, but it seemed like there had never been a cultivator in the entire court of the big town.
The most powerful person I saw in the Song Dynasty was an old general who retired from retirement and returned home.
It is said that this old general was an enemy of ten thousand people on the battlefield and could kill hundreds of people in formation. However, the old general still only lived to be eighty-three years old before passing away. According to the old devil's story, as long as he enters spiritual practice, he can live to a hundred years without any disease.
Years old, that is to say, the old general is not a monk, not even a Qi practitioner.
"Maybe, it's because of... me."
The old devil whispered softly, the court in the big town was all mortals, not a single monk.
Gein, they are also in a seal.
As for sacrificing the common people.
It’s okay to deceive children by calling it a fairy tale.
The founder of the three religions also said that the Emperor of Heaven wanted to sacrifice people to become immortals.
He didn't know whether the Emperor of Heaven wanted to become an immortal, but the founders of the three religions probably wanted to become immortals.
I didn’t expect that after the Emperor of Heaven, I would be myself.
It can be said that there have been ancients before and there will be those who come after.
Go forward one after another.
After the old demon left, the barrier in front of him, which was as high as a mountain and seemed to be the end of the world, also disappeared, and the desolation around him also faded away.
When Song Zhong turned around, he saw his carriage and the sleepy boy.
He was about to wake up the boy when an Earth God in golden armor appeared not far away and said thankfully: "Boy, it's a shame you didn't listen to him and rush thousands of miles away. There are huge formations there, not to mention you."
A mortal, even a great monk, would be strangled into a pulp if he fell into it, and not even his soul would be left behind."
"Even if you want to go, the land and mountain gods will stop you before you leave."
Song Zhong slightly arched his hands, unable to hide the panic in his heart. He expected someone to come, but he didn't expect it to be the golden-armored god. He hurriedly said: "You don't want to cause trouble to the common people, so naturally you won't release the big devil."
"Shall we take action?"
Another golden-armored mountain god lowered his voice.
"No, don't make that person unhappy. He is a mortal and has at most twenty or thirty years to live."
The Earth God who led the way shook his head, and then with a burst of Yang energy and sand, the carriage rushed out in the wind.
"He has memories, and when he arrived in the underworld..."
"Who can find this place?"
"He lied to us and he wanted to take it."
"Okay, don't get into trouble, don't have any inappropriate thoughts, otherwise that person will take advantage of it. Once we take action and are contaminated by the cause and effect, his children will seek revenge from us. Who do you think he will ask for help?
"The Earth God in golden armor watched the carriage leave and said calmly: "Newcomers, just do your job well."
"yes."
"Let's go, I'll show you what to do." The Earth God casually moved away from the heavy fog in front of him.
What comes into view is the vast forest of stone tablets.
As he walked, he said: "These stone tablets need to be repaired regularly."
There is a huge tower in the distance.
The stone tablets are like nails holding the tower here.
The mountain god pointed to the tower and asked: "That's where..."
"no."
The square-lipped Earth God shook his head and said, "No one knows where he is."
"That tower..."
"There is a monk at the first level of Qi training in the tower, and he will be replaced every hundred years."
"First level of Qi training?"
"It must be the first level of Qi training." The Earth God looked at the tall tower in the distance, towering into the clouds and towering between heaven and earth, and said slowly: "As long as it is higher, the mana will be one point more, every penny of mana.
It may not have much effect on us, but once that person gets the magic power, the consequences will be disastrous."
"Would that person agree to practice one level of Qi every time?" the mountain god asked doubtfully.
He had heard of the legend of the underworld.
"You don't need his consent, as long as you inject mana into it, it will take control." The Earth God saw a flash of excitement in the Mountain God's eyes, and sneered: "If you are not afraid of death, just go and get it, even the fifth step of the great magical power can't break it.
The formation of the tower will kill him before you find his identity."
"Even if you find his deity, the moment you get it will lose your control of yourself."
The complicated back and forth in the eyes of the mountain god may not have such a mind in his heart: "But I heard that all the monks who have been in charge of the immortal soldier have become famous big characters."
"Destiny, no life."
"If you don't believe it, go and find it yourself." The gods did not persuade, but led the mountain god to be familiar with what they had to do. It was nothing more than a regular inspection formation, guarding one side, driving people and monks.
Although there are no practitioners in the Dazhen dynasty, there will always be a foreign monk to get in the way.
There are many combinations of mountain gods and earth gods.
There are more than a hundred miles.
The goddess of the earth was calm. He had a bunch of problems when he arrived at that time. He also thought about it secretly, but everything was gone in time.
He had to sigh.
In order to deal with the painstaking effort, it is also a big array and a continuous supplement.
Maintain the mana with a layer of training, no matter what the one wants to do, there is this layer block.
No one can get the fairy soldiers before the dying of the aura.
But after all, it is the one to deal with, no matter how careful it is.
Nympho
Song Zhong, who was in the carriage for a long time, did not return, and touched the books in his arms nervously.
Another bite of turbid air.
Originally, he thought that the two golden armor fairy would want his life, or eliminating his memory, but he did not expect not only to keep his life and never forget anything.
It's a great fortune.
The dusk is fleeting, and the night falls from the sky.
The galloped carriage flew to the city.
Songzhong always protects the thick books on his chest.