There was a rotten smell in the air, mixed with the moisture of the jungle and the stench of poisonous snakes.
"Suji" wore a high crown on his head and a belt around his waist. His whole body was wrapped in darkness. Only a pair of eyes shone with a cold light. He put his hands behind his back and looked calm.
Seeing two immortals of eighty-one calamities suddenly taking away their immortals and others, leaving her alone, "Suji" wasn't too worried.
He looked at the dark gray tree calmly and asked lightly: "Cuiyu, why haven't you responded yet?"
"Immortal Emperor Wuluo, I wonder where you are now?"
"Did Immortal Emperor Chuiyu send a message to you?"
Not far from "Suji", a tall figure was standing next to the soft and wet body.
He was wearing a black robe and a pair of black boots. His long hair hung down to the back of his head and was simply tied up with a strip of cloth. His eyebrows were long, his eyes were bright, and there was a sense of humor between his eyebrows. Free and easy, rolling up the sleeves, looking very leisurely, this is "Wu Luo".
At this time, "Wuluo" looked calm and his voice was calm: "Cuiyu, I have already answered your question."
"Why don't you answer my question?"
"Immortal Emperor Sujia, I wonder where they sent you?"
"I'll be there soon!"
The two of them were extremely close, but neither of them noticed the other!
No one can hear each other!
It's like they are no longer from this world!
As they spoke, their bodies swayed slightly, as if they had turned from reality into a phantom. The phantom became thinner, like an oil painting washed away by heavy rain. The color gradually became dim, and the figure became blurry, like It was a candle in the wind, shaking and tearing hysterically, finally unable to hold up and teetering.
However, neither of them noticed.
After a while, the last traces of "Suji" and "Wuluo" disappeared.
The silent woods became empty again, and the light blue poisonous gas spread like a real silk in the forest.
A dead silence, a dead silence.
After an unknown amount of time, leaves rustled, branches broke, and insects crawled, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
boom!
underground.
This is an artificially dug cave, with countless sealing, concealing, and strengthening runes carved on the walls.
With a flash of light, several sharks were nailed to the wall.
A hole as big as a fist was dug out on each shark's head, which was filled with shark oil. The flames were pure white and illuminated the entire cave.
On the top and in the corners of the cave, in some inconspicuous corners, formation patterns flickered from time to time, as if they were hiding something.
Suddenly, nine figures appeared out of thin air without any warning.
Then, an immortal whose right leg was not yet fully grown, "Wuluo" wearing a "suji", a long black hat and black boots came out.
He clasped his hands together to make sure no one noticed him and the others, then nodded and said, "It's getting dark soon, let's hide here."
"Tomorrow when the sun sets, we will set off for the village."
"Thank you fellow Taoist for saving my life!"
"I need to recover from my injuries as soon as possible. You two, help me guard it."
"Okay. Just follow me."
The immortal nodded slightly, quickly came to him and sat down beside him.
Then, he looked at "Suji" and "Wuluo" and found that they had stopped communicating through sound transmission, and he felt relieved.
Fortunately, both of them were in the eighty-one tribulation period and their reactions were extremely fast!
Otherwise, he would have run away long ago.
This is a secret place, surrounded by restrictions and heavily defended. As long as those two people don't answer those strange noises, it should be safe.
Although he is an immortal, he has not experienced the ancient war, and the experience of these two Mahayana eighty-one kalpas in this regard must be greater than his...
However, just when he was about to heal the injury, "Su Ji" suddenly turned his head and said to the Eighty-one Kalpa Dzogchen with his hair tied in a bun: "May I ask your surname?"
"My surname is Xi, and I am——"
As soon as these words came out, Qin's expression immediately changed!
"Suji" suddenly pulled his lips, with a strange smile on his face.
"May I ask your surname?" At the same time, "Wu Luo" also looked at the Eighty-one Kalpa Mahayana beside him.
A low, low mountain.
The waterfall poured down, turning the bones into mountains.
Behind the huge waterfall, in a cave.
The two figures, separated by layers of magic circles, looked at each other, with no difference in their expressions!
At this moment, Zhan Wuji slowly stretched out his hand and grasped the Nine Soul Sword behind him.
Zhan Wuji stood outside the formation, watching coldly, arguing with fate, this is what he is best at!
He first used the technique of "Wooden Man" to freeze everything around him, then used the secret record of the eclipse to stabilize his own fate of being extracted, and used the two rules of "forgetting" and "sleeping" to paralyze the opponent's spirit.
However, there is no way!
When he thought of this, Zhan Wuji almost didn't hesitate at all, and immediately said in his heart: "I want to practice, [Sun Devouring Secret Record] will take over with one click!"
"Ding! The intelligent cultivation system will provide you with the best service! One-click control, intelligent updates! Note: During the training process, the host will not be able to control its own body, so please do not panic."
"Ding!" "Ding!" "
"Ding! This system will buy you more time."
The moment he heard these words, Zhan Wuji instantly lost control of himself, and then his whole body froze in place, showing no signs of taking action.
Zhan Wuji looked at his other self sitting cross-legged, his fingers still stretching back, almost touching the Nine Soul Sword, and a feeling of extreme danger surged into his heart.
Once the Nine Soul Sword falls into his hands, he will be defeated in this battle!
All the remaining lives were taken away by the opponent!
However, at this moment, the figure who was sitting cross-legged suddenly stopped.
The sound of the waterfall, the rolling water, the sound of slapping on the dense white bones, and the sound of the undercurrent impacting the bones.
The top of the cave was covered with moss, and insects crawling on the ground burrowed through the cracks in the stone. Their sharp joints rubbed against the stone, making a sound like a blade cutting glass.
Huge water droplets condensed between the moss, dripping as time went by.
The sparse rain is like a drizzle. In the dark cave, the cold air is lingering. The restrictions are still operating normally, and the clouds and seals are uncertain.
The formation fluctuated and the air solidified. The two Zhan Wuji stood at attention, one at attention, with exactly the same look, appearance, and clothing. They were both silent at this time, facing each other from a distance, and the scene was a bit tense for a while.
