In the dry wind valley, there was indeed no wind at all. The air was filled with a strong smell of fish and decay, and the color was monotonous and dim.
There are still some ancient glazed tiles and wood fragments vaguely in the dark brown soil on the ground. Colorful and verdant exotic flowers and plants are blooming on the nearby mountain wall.
Ni Cangtian said: "This should be the medicine field of a certain sect in the Middle Ages. Unfortunately, it was destroyed and turned into a dead place in Chaosji Mountain! Everyone, please be careful of those evil things..."
As soon as he finished speaking, many pale bone soldiers emerged from the ground a few miles ahead, holding broken weapons in their hands. They were cold and bloodthirsty, making people feel heart-stopping.
Immediately afterwards, a chain reaction seemed to be triggered. In the endless distance ahead, more and more bone soldiers, bone dragons, and blood-colored giant insects came out. The big ones covered the sky and the sun, and the small ones were as small as children, like an ancient battlefield. , the evil things will not stop until death.
"Southwest!"
Hidden Dragon said hello and rushed forward.
Everyone flew by at high speeds. Although the bone soldiers could not fly high into the sky, they could stack up and cooperate with the huge bone dragons to intercept them left and right.
Just at the moment when he was about to arrive, Xin Zhuo grabbed countless rubbles and stones, muttered something in his mouth, and in the blink of an eye turned into tens of thousands of silver-armored soldiers, pushing them all the way.
"Junior Brother Xin is really good at both magic and martial arts. His Confucian magic skills are admirable!" Venerable Lingzhe chuckled, "But there is no need to go to such trouble!"
As he spoke, he clasped his palms together and said in a loud voice: "My Buddha is compassionate!"
A thousand-foot-large phantom of the Buddha appeared behind him, shooting down thousands of feet of Buddha's light. The entire valley was bathed. The bone soldiers and bone dragons were very frightened, and they all crawled back to the earth in an instant.
Hidden Dragon and Ni Cangtian were stunned: "Master is so strong!"
Xue Ji wrinkled her nose and said: "Buddhism's light shines universally and can eliminate all the evil, it's just a small path!"
"It's indeed a trail."
Venerable Lingzhe shook his head and said: "Junior Brother Xin has the Tathagata Wisdom Root, but he doesn't want to use it. Otherwise, how can this place do anything to him?"
Xin Zhuo was too lazy to reply. He pointed to the front about two hundred miles away and saw a white jade river there, and asked, "Is that there?"
Ni Cangtian said: "Yes, how do you know, dear brother?"
Xin Zhuo said casually: "Familiar!"
Indescribably familiar.
Ni Cangtian and the two looked at each other.
The five people arrived in an instant and saw that under the white jade mountains and rivers, there was a dark passage blocked by strange flowers and plants, and it was surrounded by ancient patterns.
Ni Cangtian said: "At first it was a black and silent mountain, but then it was attacked by those bone soldiers. After a shock, the white jade mountain and the passage were exposed!"
Xin Zhuo frowned, but he still felt familiar. This white jade portal to the mountains and rivers gave him the feeling...
He took a few steps back and looked again. Finally he knew something familiar. Isn't this a small abstract temple?
He subconsciously stepped into the passage. The passage was not big enough for a person to walk upright. The environment was dry and exuded the smell of decay. He glanced around and vaguely saw a line of words. He came in a flash, glanced at it, and couldn't help but curse: "This Old thing!"
The four Venerable Lingzhe approached curiously, and Xue Ji whispered: "Gou Youdao is here? Who is Gou Youdao?"
Xin Zhuo didn't know who Gou Youdao was, but he knew the font, and with the small temple outside, it could only be Gou Youdao!
Last time in the illusion of the Supreme Greedy Wolf, I saw this old dog. I asked again and again, always pretending to be crazy, but this time I saw traces of him again.
He suddenly suspected that this old guy was the real reincarnation of the eternal boss!
The five people couldn't see anything useful in the handwriting, so they walked inside and there was no trace left.
There was a faint light and a strong Yuanling energy coming from the front. Xin Zhuo suddenly stopped and asked the two hidden dragons: "You said you met a master of the Holy King realm inside, do you know who he is?"
This thing is a bit strange. It is said that this place is inside Luanji Mountain. The entry of outsiders will definitely not be hidden from the eyes of Tantai Xun'er and others and the disciples of the seven major forces. How can there be outsiders?
Zanglong and Ni Cangtian looked at each other, shook their heads and said, "I can't tell where they came from. There were more than one Saint King Realm, at least dozens, or even hundreds, and there might even be masters of the Three Realms of Huangji. We were cautiously moving forward. Okay, I don’t dare to look closely!”
Venerable Lingzhe thought for a while and said: "It is very likely that they are... people from other Luanji Mountains. Although Luanji Mountains are not common to all regions, it is difficult to say whether there will be special passages!"
"wrong!"
Ni Cangtian said: "I seem to remember the conversations between several of them. They claimed to be from the Nanyun Spiritual Realm and the Beiming Divine Realm."
Venerable Lingzhe Gujing Bubo's eyes finally filled with waves: "It's really puzzling to come across domains!"
Xin Zhuo said: "Judging from the time, these people have been searching for five or six years. I feel sorry for the group of masters in Luanji Mountain. They are thinking about it, and I am afraid that it has been wiped out long ago!"
Zanglong had a bad temper and said, "It's better to have some soup than nothing. Get in quickly!"
Everyone used escape techniques and arrived at the entrance of the passage in the blink of an eye. They carefully pushed aside a piece of messy green vegetation and looked out. Except for the two hidden dragons who had already seen it, Xin Zhuo, Lingzhe and Xue Ji couldn't help but feel shaken.
What caught the eye was the bright golden glow, the whole sky was golden yellow, and it shone one after another, as if many holes had been poked in the sky, leaking out the skylight.
The land is vast, with ancient and dilapidated palaces one after another. There are stone tablets and sword sculptures every few dozen miles. Occasionally there are mountains and rivers, but they have been cut open by the swords of masters from thousands of years ago. The buildings and mountains and rivers are covered with withered bones. , even after thousands of years, it has not been weathered.
Everywhere tells the story of its greatness back then, and also its infinite sadness.
Looking at these dilapidated palaces that are far beyond our comprehension,
It's hard not to feel a sense of emotion. The road to martial arts is all in vain. You can be astonishing and talented, suppress your whole life, and be invincible. You can't escape the end of death and returning to dust.
After all, who can say that among these withered bones, there was not a woman who was as beautiful as a fairy in the world? An extremely proud and talented young man?
Even the trace of confidence that Xin Zhuo had when he crossed the border to suppress the Nine Saint Ruins in Luanji Mountain fell flat at this moment.
"What kind of medieval sect would be so huge?" Lord Lingzhe sighed.
As soon as he finished speaking, a dozen people suddenly came from a distance. They were dressed in strange clothes and had a strange aura. One of them said: "Everyone, please, this is the land of my Duckweed Immortal Sect. Please leave!"
Xin Zhuo pretended to be curious and asked: "Which sect is the Duckweed Immortal Sect?"
The man smiled and said: "Everyone knows about the Bei Ming Divine Realm!"
Venerable Lingzhe recited the Buddha's name: "Where did you come in from?"
The man said: "Come from where you should come from!"
Xin Zhuo and Ling Zhe looked at each other, stopped talking, and went straight to the depths.
Passing through palaces and mountains, I found that every place was owned by someone.
There are quite a few masters here. The lowest is a great sage, and the highest has entered the realm of the holy king, and their auras are all unfamiliar.
They tried to use martial arts to scan the palace below. The atmosphere inside was vague, and there were many warriors studying, so it was obviously not convenient to enter.
I don’t know how long it took to fly, at least thousands of miles deep, and landed on a huge mountain peak with brilliant sunshine. The front seemed to have entered another place, where the mountains and rivers were more majestic, and there were even huge rivers, but the scenery was more desolate and... terrifying. ——
Countless huge corpses were lying on the mountains. A finger was the size of a normal person. The bones were twisted and broken. They were obviously killed by masters.
On a stone peak directly opposite, a broken giant sword was fixed on a ten-thousand-foot-long keel. Three of the five heads of the keel were chopped into pieces. The two giant claws were still holding the giant sword subconsciously.
Even though we were thirty miles apart, we could still feel the hostility that had persisted for eternity.
Venerable Lingzhe took a deep breath and said: "This is definitely not a medieval sect, but a grand ruin where immortals fight!"
(End of chapter)
