Seeing Xu Huaigu's interest, the old man said casually: "This guy still had strong dragon energy. He should have been a human emperor during his lifetime. He was quite lucky, but he died so miserably."
Xu Huaigu was even more confused.
Why is Lin Hongzhi's face here?
According to the old fishing man, Lin Hongzhi was already dead, but Xu Huaigu saw Lin Hongzhi's success in renewing his life a few days ago.
He didn't think deeply. Maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe that person was also an emperor on earth, and he looked more similar to Lin Hongzhi. So he didn't think about it any more and continued to go to the hill.
The old man was fishing in place, and the hanging line suddenly tightened, and then a semi-nihilistic soul was caught by him.
He grabbed the soul, and then swallowed the unlucky soul into his stomach. He was in a very happy mood and said with a smile: "King of Hell, King of Hell, you have suppressed me in this River of Forgetfulness for so many years, and finally you allowed me to wait for the token. . The appearance of this child is an opportunity, we might as well see who can have the last laugh."
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Xu Huaigu continued to move forward. Fortunately, there was finally no strange phenomenon like before in the sea of flowers. Xu Huaigu was getting closer and closer to the mountain of good and evil that the old man said.
The Mountain of Good and Evil is located at the northernmost edge of the Forgotten River Secret Realm. It is the final dividing line between the Forgotten River and the underworld, but it is also the periphery of the Forgotten River Secret Realm. In fact, Wangchuan is a very large secret realm. Compared with the world outside, it is about the size of Dong Fuyao Continent and Bai Zhi Continent combined.
There are also countless creatures in the Forgotten River, which have their own ecological systems. This is a wonderful thing about the secret realm. It is completely separated from the outside environment, but there are always some entrances left in the world.
Xu Huaigu carried two swords and walked on the road until his legs and feet were numb. Only then did he finally get close to the Mountain of Good and Evil, so that he could see the whole mountain clearly.
The Mountain of Good and Evil is not a certain peak, but a mountain range that just cuts across the tributary of the River of Forgetfulness. So when the stream reached the foot of the mountain, it flowed into the bottom of the mountain from an underground river at the foot of the Mountain of Good and Evil, and there was no trace at all.
A large area around the Mountain of Good and Evil does not have the flowers and plants growing in the River of Forgetfulness, and is all bare hard black rock. There are various strange-shaped stone shelves and stone walls on the mountain, which look quite spectacular. On the middle mountain peak, there seems to be red lava flowing along the cracks in the rocks, which is terrifying.
Xu Huaigu looked at the towering Mountain of Good and Evil in front of him, feeling a little embarrassed. The old man said that Bai Xiaoyu and Huang Shan were in the Mountain of Good and Evil, but the Mountain of Good and Evil was so big, where should he look?
And this place is probably not a good place. If you are not careful, you may lose your life. Xu Huaigu really has no way to start.
He was thinking hard about the solution, but suddenly he heard a sharp bird call coming from the mountains. The harsh sound was exactly the same as the cry of the phoenix bird from the Demon Realm by the Lingjiang River back then. It was like a sharp cry coming from under the Nine Netherworld.
Xu Huaigu threw away the two swords in his hands, quickly covered his ears, knelt on the ground again, and buried his head in his arms. Still, his head was buzzing with a sharp pain.
Just as he was burying his head to avoid the shrill scream, a strong wind blew past him. Xu Huaigu shuddered, and the fear of the unknown made him look up at the sky.
This sight shocked him again and he didn't know how to react.
At some point, a black bird covering the sky appeared in space.
Those little birds were only about the size of bees, but they were extremely fast and extremely large in number. When they all flew over his head, a strong wind blew up.
The sharp voice screamed a few more times, but each one became weaker and weaker, like a struggle before death, and was eventually drowned out by the flapping wings of the birds in the sky.
Xu Huaigu looked at the place where the sound came from, which was deep in the Mountain of Good and Evil, and that was where the birds were flying.
He saw a huge black bird flying out of the mountain, and the previous cry came from the big black bird's mouth.
The big bird's body glowed like fire, and its feathers shone like fine steel. It's just that this bird seems to be injured. A section of the end of its left wing has been cut off. The wound is flat. It should have been cut off by a very sharp sword. At this time, black blood is still flowing, and it is moving upwards. While flying, the burning feathers continue to fall.
It was very panicked and flapped its injured wings vigorously, trying its best to fly higher.
But all these efforts were in vain. The group of small black birds that had previously flown over Xu Huaigu's head had arrived in the sky where the big black bird was, and then spread out like a swarm of locusts rushing into the rice fields, surrounding the injured big bird.
The big bird's wings flapped more violently, and it screamed in pain again. Only this time, the neighing stopped abruptly only halfway through.
The group of small black hummingbirds dispersed, and nothing was left in the sky where the big bird was, not even half a feather.
This kind of primitive shocking power really made Xu Huaigu's heart surge. This is undoubtedly the case in a world where the jungle prevails.
But he was shocked and shocked, but he did not forget the business. He stopped and headed in that direction instead.
Because he had a question, what was it that hurt the big black bird? Could it be Bai Xiaoyu and Huang Shan? No matter what, he wanted to see it.
The road to the Good and Evil Mountain is difficult to walk. To be precise, there is no road here. Xu Huaigu can only shuttle between the stone gaps that are so narrow that only one person can pass through.
He had now climbed to the halfway point of the first mountain. Looking to the north, there were countless naked rock mountains, but he still found no trace of Bai Xiaoyu and the other two.
He was very tired, and the sword in his hand became heavy.
He stepped out again, but the sand and gravel under his feet suddenly became loose. Then the sole of his foot slipped and he fell heavily to the ground. But the slope halfway up the mountain was too steep. He just slipped and slid down the mountain involuntarily.
The naked rock cut Xu Huaigu's clothes and left blood marks on his skin. Xu Huaigu also felt pain. He subconsciously wanted to insert the long sword into the rock.
There was a clang, and the rocks on this mountain were unexpectedly hard, making it impossible for a long sword to penetrate.
Xu Huaigu yelled: "What the hell is this!"
He took out his other hand and grabbed the stone wall on the hillside. His fingers were bruised by the rocks and slid for a long distance before finally stopping.
Xu Huaigu felt irritable and hammered the ground with his hand to relieve his anger: "What bad luck!"
He shook off the dust from his body, stood up, and raised his sword. Looking at the bloody palm, he used his long sword to cut off a large piece of cloth and bandaged his hand in circles.
There seemed to be a sound of sliding sand and stones. Xu Huaigu's bandaging movements on his hands stopped. He frowned, concentrated, and listened carefully to the slight sound of sand and stones behind him.
The noise got closer and closer, and the veins in Xu Huaigu's arms gradually bulged.
The noise stopped.
This is the moment!
Xu Huaigu used his waist to move his sword across the toes of his left foot, and then drew a sword path diagonally from bottom to top.
"Xiao Yu" is a medium-level magic sword after all, and it is so sharp. The thing behind it could not withstand Xu Huaigu's sword, and it was cut into two pieces.
Xu Huaigu looked indifferently at the strange creature that had lost its life on the ground.
This strange creature is indeed a native creature of Wangchuan, and is completely different from the creatures in the outside world. Its head takes up a large part of its body, and there is a single horn on the top of its head. The horn is extremely sharp, and the top is like a sharp spear. It is definitely the murder weapon of this creature. Just now it should have wanted to attack Xu Huaigu with this horn. If he hadn't been careful enough, he would have been seriously injured or killed. .
Xu Huaigu felt that the creature's single horn did have merit, so he wondered if he could cut off the horn, which might be useful in the future.
Just when he had the idea of cutting off his horn, the sound of sand and stones came from behind again.
Again? Could this creature be a social animal? How many of the same kind would be around it?
When Xu Huaigu thought of the endless sea of flowers on the other side and the little black hummingbird that covered the sky, his scalp went numb. It seems that in the Forgotten River, the top creatures win by numbers, so wouldn't this strange creature have so many of its kind around it?
Xu Huaigu felt despair just thinking about it.
But the immediate threat still needs to be eliminated.
So Xu Huaigu pretended not to hear the sound, waited for it to get close to him, and then killed it with one blow.
The moment has come, and with the experience from the last time, Xu Huaigu draws his sword more quickly and accurately this time, without any sloppiness.
Just like the spring breeze blowing through the willow leaves, Xu Huaigu's sword cut through the sky.
"Wait, it's me!"
Suddenly there was a voice behind him, and Xu Huaigu quickly sheathed his sword, but he was too decisive when he drew the sword, and he really couldn't hold back the sword. He hurriedly bent down, so the sword changed its trajectory and cut into the ground.
This voice did not belong to Bai Xiaoyu or Huang Shan, but Xu Huaigu felt that this voice seemed very familiar. It was definitely a voice he had heard, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while.
He raised his eyebrows and glanced upward, and an impossible face appeared before his eyes.
The man was a middle-aged man, wearing a gray tattered coat, and his beard was still cleanly shaven. He didn't seem to be afraid of Xu Huaigu's sword, but smiled slightly at Xu Huaigu.
The doubt on Xu Huaigu's face froze, then turned into disbelief, and finally turned into confusion.
The man who suddenly appeared laughed and said, "You brat, why are you looking at me like that? You don't remember me?"
The sword in Xu Huaigu's hand loosened a little.
He blinked hard, but the scene in front of him was real.
Because the person who came turned out to be Yu An, who had been dead for a long time.
