In front of Zhuo Mufeng, a low red-yellow valley appeared, with the slopes on both sides about tens of meters high. It can be seen that the valley is very deep and the passage in the middle is narrow. Once the interior is blocked, it is definitely the worst place to hide.
land.
Zhuo Mufeng wanted to go around on the spot, but suddenly he heard footsteps coming from behind, and someone shouted: "Report your number quickly!"
Number, what number?
Could it be that the Demonic Alliance made up this ghost temporarily in order to test their identity? Good guy, there is no chance of even pretending to be fake.
Zhuo Mufeng turned around and found several guys with black and purple marks on their faces rushing towards them. Their speed was not inferior to the two before them.
If they take a detour, they will catch up on the spot, and the situation in front of them will inevitably not be able to hold them back, and they will not be able to play the role of a star of boiling hemp.
Zhuo Mufeng had no choice but to rush into the valley with a low voice, praying to the gods and Buddhas in the sky, hoping that the road ahead would be smooth and give him a way to survive.
But unfortunately, this valley is a closed space. Although the interior is crooked and twisted, it is ultimately blocked by a smooth mountain wall tens of meters high.
Ruined!
Zhuo Mufeng was frightened and anxious. The sound of breaking wind behind him was getting closer and closer, and he could almost feel the murderous aura coming towards him.
Looking around, he suddenly discovered some shriveled corpses lying on both sides of the mountain wall, and a person sitting behind a giant.
A man with disheveled white hair and shabby clothes, revealing his thin, wrinkled limbs.
"Senior, help!"
A dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor, Zhuo Mufeng shouted at the figure.
If the other party is on the right path, there is still a way for him to survive. If he is on the evil path, then it is tantamount to throwing himself into a trap. Either way, he will die, so it is better to take a gamble.
There was no movement from that figure. Could it be that he was dead?
"Boy, no one will come to save you even if you scream till your throat is broken."
A demon disciple behind him laughed cruelly. Due to the angle, he did not see the figure behind the boulder, and he was not worried that he was a righteous person, otherwise he would have taken action long ago.
The five fingers turned into claws, and the sharp claws shot out from the body, heading straight for Zhuo Mufeng's head. Although he was a two-star martial artist, with the blessing of his tyrannical internal strength, it was far from what Zhuo Mufeng could resist.
At the critical moment of life and death, Zhuo Mufeng could only choose to give it a try, taking out the few remaining boiling hemp grass and drawing out his long sword.
But right now.
A gentle breeze blew past him.
Before he could see clearly what was going on, the demonic murderer who was attacking him was suddenly held over his head by an old hand, and bulges rose up from his body and were submerged into the big hand.
In just a few breaths, the demonic murderer collapsed to the ground, turning into a mummy without moisture, just like the previous bones.
"The magic of attracting stars?"
Zhuo Mufeng was shocked.
No, there was no internal energy fluctuation just now, which means that what the old man absorbed was not internal energy.
The other two assailants were also frightened and turned around to run away, but before they could move, the old man followed in the footsteps of the previous man.
Finally, the old man rushed towards Zhuo Mufeng, his thin and narrow face, as scary as black and white.
Zhuo Mufeng's whole body was cold and stiff. At the critical moment, his body took a step ahead of his consciousness and put away his internal strength. The old man's hand was half an inch away from Zhuo Mufeng's head when he suddenly stopped.
The two sides are more than ten meters apart. The old man's speed is too fast. Is he a human or a ghost?
It was obviously winter and the wind was biting, but Zhuo Mufeng's back was soaked with sweat. A thick fear rose up, making his feet weak and he almost sat down on the ground.
The old man was motionless before, until the chasing demon exploded his internal power and suddenly took action, making Zhuo Mufeng suspect that the old man was extremely sensitive to internal power.
However, his internal strength was far inferior to the others, so he became the target in the end.
This uncertain inference almost saved Zhuo Mufeng's life. His mouth was dry and he forced a smile and said: "Hello, senior, can we sit down and talk?"
The old man was dull, and his pair of unusually cloudy eyes made Zhuo Mufeng shiver from the inside out. The claws on his head had not yet been put down, and it seemed that they would pierce his head at any time.
"Give me, die."
The old man murmured.
"Whatever you want, senior, I will definitely get it for you."
Zhuo Mufeng guessed that the other party meant to give him what he wanted, or else he would kill him.
"Life, death."
What the hell is life? Is this what the crazy old man wants? Where can I get it?
Zhuo Mufeng was going crazy. Seeing the murderous intent on the old man's face, he was so horrified that Tian Ling Gai went numb. He hurriedly said: "I have it. Senior, I have a chance to live and I will give it to you right away."
The old man looked at him straightly, as if he would do it if he dared to lie to me.
Zhuo Mufeng suddenly came to his senses and thought about the mummies on the ground. If what was sucked out of them was life, could it be replaced by something else?
for example
medicinal materials.
Yes, it’s medicinal materials!
When his consciousness entered the medicine garden, a large number of common medicinal materials were stored outside the medicinal soil. Zhuo Mufeng tentatively took out the best quality one and hurriedly handed it to the old man.
This is the only way he can think of, it just depends on whether it works or not.
The powder of boiling hemp grass on the other hand had long evaporated, but looking at the old man breathing heavily, he didn't even feel it.
Zhuo Mufeng's palms were sweaty. It was really unpleasant to feel that his life was in the hands of others.
The old man stretched out his hand to grab it. He was stunned for a moment, then used his power. In the blink of an eye, the medicinal materials turned into crumbs and said coldly: "Lie to me and you will die."
Useless?
"No, old-timer, try this again."
After drawing the Dragon's Yin Qi last night, Zhuo Mufeng had already started cultivating medicinal materials. He endured the heartache and pulled out a Thousand Silk Willow plant from the dark red medicinal soil. After catalysis, it was close to a one-star medicinal material.
Qiansiliu also turned into crumbs. This time the old man said: "Not enough, die."
It means that Thousand Silk Willow is useful, but it has too little vitality?
Zhuo Mufeng felt like he had survived a desperate situation. Although the loss of medicinal materials and martial pillars made his heart bleed, it was nothing compared to his life.
"Senior, here you go."
Zhuo Mufeng quickly took out the second Thousand Silk Willow.
"not enough."
The third strain.
The fourth strain.
The fifth strain.
In the blink of an eye, the five medicinal herbs in the dark red medicinal soil were all used up. Seeing the crazy old man continuing to stare at him, Zhuo Mufeng cried sadly and spread his hands: "Grandpa, we are gone for now. Can you wait? Don't worry, it will be soon."
It will be available soon."
As he spoke, his heart tensed together nervously, and his feet moved slightly backwards. Knowing that this was useless, he still subconsciously stayed away from the crazy old man.
Don't do anything!
Perhaps he heard the prayer in Zhuo Mufeng's heart. After thinking for a moment, the crazy old man ordered: "One hour to die."
Continue to provide medicinal materials after an hour, otherwise you will kill yourself?
Zhuo Mufeng felt that his ability to understand was really strong. Thanks to his Chinese teacher, he could save his life.