An Zhisu touched its honest head, took out a handful of barley and handed it over. The yak gently stretched over his head and chewed the barley into his mouth.
Ling Yunpo looked bored from the side.
Although he was "clearing away the remnants on the southern edge of the plateau", he had been prepared to not be able to catch the enemy for two or three days, but he had not met anyone for six or seven consecutive days, and the difference in luck made Ling Yunpo a little difficult.
accept.
You can't really come for a trip, right?
My senior sister and I have not become a Taoist couple yet, so we have spent our honeymoon in advance. It’s a loss!
It's strange that when she was first assigned to the southern edge, An Zhisu felt a little regretful, but Ling Yunpo felt relieved.
Now that he has not encountered an enemy for six or seven days, Ling Yunpo is impatient, but An Zhisu has calmed down strangely and started to travel around the mountains and rivers, and is having a lot of fun.
Of course, the plateau scenery is also very beautiful, especially the endless and blue sky, which can give people a feeling of open mind.
It would be even better if Qiu Changtian didn’t see such a scenery in Kunlun.
An Zhisu was born in Yangzhou and lived in Sichuan and Shu. He rarely went out to practice. He enjoyed such a magnificent scenery. Although Ling Yunpo was bored, he patiently played with her because of his senior sister's preference.
After feeding the yaks, Senior Sister An pointed to the snow-capped mountains in the distance and said enthusiastically:
"Junior brother, let's go to the top of the mountain to take a look?"
"Okay, okay." Ling Yunpo responded with a doting look on his face.
The snow-capped mountain in the distance seemed to be the highest mountain around, so the two of them rose up directly with their swords and flew quickly towards the snow-capped peak.
As the plateau itself was close to the sky, the two continued to climb up the height. In the oncoming sky wind, the whispers of the demons gradually came, like a dream, bewitching people's hearts and being unable to defend themselves.
As Qiu Changtian, every time I go to Kunlun Tianzhu, I can hear similar words from the demons. Therefore, even if Ling Yunpo is not clear about the Tao, he is still prepared and keeps his mind calm.
After all, An Zhisu condensed the flow of inquiries and was also cautious at this time. When he meditated on his junior brother's appearance and words, he suddenly felt that his heart was filled with endless positive emotions, and the devil's inspiration could not be heard at all.
If the love flow among the three major schools is not a disadvantage of lovers, the bonus effect in terms of mood is actually higher than that of the forgetfulness flow and the indifference flow.
The two of them carefully resisted the whisper of the demon, passed through the clouds and wind and snow mixed with ice particles, and finally landed on the top of the snow peak.
The top of the peak here is a huge platform with no stone on it, so flat that it seems like a road mill is crushing over it.
An Zhisu was very entertained, and walked gracefully on the top of the peak with his hands on his back, walking around the edge, as if measuring the area with his own steps.
Ling Yunpo looked around and thought to himself that his senior sister actually had such a girlish side, which was really impressive.
"Huh?" Kunlun Jing suddenly said.
"What's wrong, A Jing?" Ling Yunpo said with a smug smile, "The first time I saw such a cute senior sister, right? Don't be jealous, study hard, you can be so cute..."
"Who is talking about your Senior Sister An?" Kunlun Jing said angrily, "I mean there is an illusion on the top of this mountain! Do you understand the large illusion? Do you only have women in your eyes?"
"Pay attention to your tone of speaking, Ah Jing!" Ling Yunpo thought, "Illusion? What kind of illusion?"
"Of course it's the flat mountain top you saw." Kunlun Jing replied, "There is actually a sunken pass on the top of this mountain, but the fantasy completely obscures the pass... Do you want to go down and take a look?"
Ling Yunpo did not agree immediately, but thought:
"Why would anyone cover up the Yamaguchi with a illusion?"
"I don't know." Kunlun Mirror replied, "I have no impression of this place. I think it was not built in ancient times... I feel that it should be a product of the late ancient times and early ancient times."
"Then unlock the illusion." Ling Yunpo suddenly became interested, "I want to explore this mountain pass with my senior sister!"
The Kunlun Mirror disappeared, but soon the top of the mountain trembled violently.
The ground under his feet suddenly collapsed inch by inch. Ling Yunpo quickly pulled out Wanzhu Sword and stabilized his falling body.
He then looked forward, and saw An Zhisu flying back on the cold sword and laughing:
"I didn't expect that there was a different world inside the mountain."
"Senior sister, let's go down and have a look?" Ling Yunpo suggested.
"That's natural." An Zhisu nodded and responded.
The two of them hovered down on their swords and saw seven pagodas built along the cliff walls deep in the mountain.
The pagoda is the style of the Central Plains, but it absorbs the characteristics of the plateau in many places, such as hanging wind chimes with inscriptions at the corners of the eaves, and intricate Sanskrit engraved on the walls.
Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu fell on a platform somewhere, and then walked along the arcade into the tower.
When you hover down the steps, you will see a large number of embedded caves on both sides of the walls.
In each cave, there were a mummy wearing a cassock sitting. Everyone was extremely ferocious in death. They opened their mouths, bared their teeth, or stared at them. It made people feel a little palpitations.
An Zhisu looked carefully and said:
"These monks seemed to have died by invasion by demons and were swept away their spirits, blood and blood."
"Yes." Ling Yunpo also nodded, "There is no injury all over his body, his body is decayed, and his appearance is withered. This is the only reason."
"It's strange." An Zhisu said in dissatisfaction, "Since their deaths are neat, it means they may have died of sudden death by the invasion of the demon while meditating together."
"Well, it's normal if a single monk has a flaw in his mood and then becomes possessed by demons." Ling Yunpo also discovered something was wrong, "So many people were invaded by demons at the same time, this is not something that can be explained by demons... It should be their collective
Being plotted.”
As for what he had done, I don't know.
Since Nuwa repaired the sky, the demons of heaven have been unable to form groups in underground worlds, and can only occasionally seize the rare opportunity to invade alone - for example, being summoned by the demons with sacrifices.
However, although An Zhisu was not clear, Wei Dongliu had learned a lot of magical teachings from the stone statue, and also knew that there were indeed some secret techniques on the Demonic Way that could summon extremely powerful Demons.
If it was a demon of the level of a demon king, it would be possible to prey all so many monks in an instant.
The two of them walked and looked until they finally went to the bottom of the tower and left the tower, and they saw a large number of corpses plunged to the ground in the center surrounded by the seven towers.
Unlike those corpses whose blood and blood were plundered, the corpses here were all charred and carbonized, and were obviously burned to death by some extremely powerful fire spell.
Surrounded by charred corpses is a simple lampstand.
The lampstand was empty, but the vertical lines were engraved in Sanskrit below.
Ling Yunpo carefully identified it and saw that the meaning of Sanskrit was clearly: