What appeared in front of Zhuo Wen was an extremely large stone room.
The stone room is quite simple, with only a stone table and two stone benches.
What surprised Zhuo Wen even more was that there were two steaming cups of warm wine placed on the stone table, and there was a small stove in the center of the stone table.
In the stove, there was some flames dancing, and above it was a glazed wine pot. Steam was rising from it, and it was obvious that the wine in the wine pot had boiled.
"Where are the boys and girls?"
Zhuo Wen frowned, looked around, and found that the stone room was empty except for a table, two stools, and wine glasses and bottles on the table.
Especially the shochu, it was as if someone was cooking wine here just now, but something happened and they went out temporarily.
All this was so weird that Zhuo Wen showed a vigilant look, and his divine power surged out of his body, ready to cope with possible dangers at any time.
He clearly watched the boys and girls enter the cave, but he did not even find any teleportation fluctuations in the cave, and his consciousness did not feel that there was an illusion here.
Since it is not a teleportation or an illusion, then where did those boys and girls go?
"I'm a guest from afar! My friend, since you're here, please take a seat!"
Suddenly, a hearty voice came from the corridor outside the stone room.
Zhuo Wen turned around and saw a middle-aged scribe wearing a high crown and holding a feather fan, walking slowly over.
Zhuo Wen's first impression when he saw the middle-aged scribe was that his eyes were so bright, like the blazing sun, that he was afraid to look at them because they were so bright.
"Who are you?" Zhuo Wen asked with a slight frown.
In this sacred mountain, he didn't expect that a stranger would appear. It was really weird.
Moreover, judging from the appearance of this person, he seems to be the owner of this stone room, otherwise this person would not be able to be calm and calm and be so familiar with this place.
"They are just idlers in the mountains!"
The middle-aged scribe didn't seem to notice Zhuo Wen's vigilance. He walked to the stone table, took down the boiling wine pot, smelled the aroma of the wine, and looked intoxicated.
"This is the Luo Shen jelly I brewed myself. It is a nectar that is rare to see in thousands of years! I rarely use it to entertain you, my little friend, so don't waste it!"
The middle-aged scribe sat in front of the stone table, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and drank it all with a look on his face.
Feeling comfortable and happy, he laughed and said: "Drink the roselle berry when it is still warm, it tastes best!"
Zhuo Wen stood there, silently looking at the middle-aged scribe. His heart trembled, and he could no longer see through the latter.
After thinking for a moment, Zhuo Wen came forward and sat opposite the middle-aged scribe.
"Did you deliberately arrange the golden thunder at the foot of the mountain? Are you deliberately trying to lead me to the dark side of the sacred mountain?"
Zhuo Wen picked up the wine glass, drank it down in one gulp, and placed it gently on the stone table while staring at the middle-aged scribe with his sharp eyes.
The middle-aged scribe refilled his and Zhuo Wen's wine glasses and said with a smile: "My little friend is indeed smart! It seems that Qin Tianjian still has a vision, and the people he chooses are basically the best among men!"
Zhuo Wen's heart moved, and he secretly thought that his guess was indeed correct. This middle-aged scribe should be the owner of the golden eyeball hidden deep in the sea of clouds on the mountainside of the sacred mountain.
"Zhuowen!"
Zhuo Wen raised his glass and toasted the middle-aged scribe in a low voice.
"Zhuhuang! He is the founder of this sacred mountain."
The middle-aged scribe also raised his glass and toasted Zhuo Wen, his face full of calmness.
Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "So senior knows Qin Tianjian? Then you must also know the purpose of my visit, right?"
When he first entered this secret realm, Qin Tianjian had given him instructions to go all the way west and climb on the body. Then he would be able to leave this secret realm and gain real benefits.
"I naturally know that when Qin Tianjian trapped me here, he once told me that a chosen son will enter this secret realm in the future! When this chosen son can reach the top of the sacred mountain, what should I do?
All I have to do is follow this chosen one!"
"If this chosen one doesn't need me, but he definitely needs my eyes, then I will dig out my eyes for you!"
The middle-aged scribe gently shook the wine in his glass and looked at the young man opposite him with complex eyes.
Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed slightly. He did not expect that Qin Tian Jian actually gave this middle-aged scribe such instructions back then.
This also means that the eyes of the middle-aged scribe in front of him are absolutely extraordinary.
"Zhuo Wen! You make your choice, do you want my eyes or do you want me to follow you!" The middle-aged scribe drank the wine in one gulp and stared at Zhuo Wen with his bright eyes.
Zhuo Wen said calmly: "I want it, can you just give it to me?"
The middle-aged scribe was startled, then looked up to the sky and laughed, and the more he laughed, the crazier he became.
"Give? Why give?"
Zhuhuang sneered: "Unless you prove that you are qualified to let me give you my eyes, or let me follow you!"
"You mean, you want me to fight with you?" Zhuo Wen said calmly.
Although Zhuo Wen didn't know what kind of cultivation this Zhuhuang had, he knew that the latter was stronger than him, and much more powerful.
Zhuhuang said calmly: "Your cultivation is too weak. If you fight with me, you are seeking death! Qin Tianjian also placed a ban on me, and I am not allowed to do this! I will cultivate my cultivation
I have suppressed my realm to the point where Taoism has no beginning, and I will fight with you!"
"If you can defeat me, you have the right to follow me or take away my eyes!"
Zhuo Wen nodded and said: "Okay! But before the battle, I want to ask where those boys and girls have gone."
Zhuhuang smiled indifferently, waved his sleeves, and a golden vortex appeared in front of him.
In the golden vortex, a vast world appeared. In this world, many boys and girls were practicing meditation with several adult men and women.
"So you put them all into your own world. I thought you ate all these boys and girls!" Zhuo Wen said in surprise.
Zhuhuang's face was covered with black lines and he said coldly: "I am a vegetarian!"
"In that case, let's fight!" Zhuo Wen stood up, his eyes full of fighting spirit, looking directly at the Emperor Zhu.
"Okay! Let's fight then!"
Zhuhuang also had a fighting spirit on his face. He stood up and his momentum continued to surge, like a volcano erupting, reaching an extremely terrifying level in an instant.
Zhuo Wen was secretly shocked. What Zhu Huang said was correct. His cultivation strength was indeed much stronger than his own. He was probably considered a strong one among the ancient gods. He should be a superior ancient god.
When Zhuhuang's momentum reached its peak, it immediately fell back, suppressed by him until he reached a state where Taoism has no beginning.
"Come!"
At this moment, Zhuhuang stepped forward, his right palm was like lightning, and he slapped Zhuo Wen fiercely.
Zhuo Wen was unafraid and struck out with the same palm, hitting Zhuhuang hard together.
Boom!
I saw endless explosions of sound erupting between the two, and then the huge stone chamber collapsed...