Jingdong, deep in the Jilian Mountains, in a huge mountain depression.
At this time, there was silence in the mountain col, with thousands of monks standing densely packed. Each of these monks stood there with expressionless expressions, their eyes dull, and they showed no reaction even when mosquitoes were attached to their faces.
There is a huge fallen rock just north of the mountain col. Sitting cross-legged on the rock is a young man who looks about seventeen or eighteen years old. This young man's face is pale and has some abnormal grayness, as if he has some serious illness. appearance.
Unlike the motionless monks below, the young man sitting cross-legged on the rock has no real energy fluctuations in his body, just like an ordinary person. However, at this moment, he keeps making mudras with his hands and murmuring words at the same time. .
From the morning until the afternoon when the sun turned westward, the people in this mountain col had not dispersed yet. No one even moved their positions. . But if you look carefully, you can also find different places that have appeared in the mountain col for most of the day.
Dark red threads that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye and were much thinner than hair appeared on the heads of every monk who stood motionless like a wooden man. It becomes obvious only when you look up three to five feet, because the extremely thin threads gather in mid-air. From a distance, it looks like a puff of smoke all heading in the same direction, the falling rock due north.
The young man on the fallen rock has now opened his previously closed eyes. The strange thing is that this man's pupils are scarlet, which is different from ordinary people. After making a strange hand seal with his hands, he no longer makes the seal, but there is still something in his mouth. He kept reciting something so fast and urgent that it was difficult to hear clearly.
The most eye-catching thing is that the handprints on the young man's hands are like a magnet, attracting all the extremely thin silk threads that "flow over", and even tightening them like a strong rope and like a scarlet stream. A stream of water poured silently into the handprints and disappeared into the palms of both hands.
It's like flowing into this young man's body? !
As night falls, the moon sets and the sun rises. When the sun appears again the next day, there are new changes in the mountain col.
First of all, there are those monks who are as motionless as wooden figures. At this time, they have undergone great changes from yesterday. Each of them is as angry as a gossamer, their bodies are as withered as dry wood, and the extremely thin thread emerging from their heads is But instead of disappearing, it became thicker and brighter in color.
Next is the weird young man on the fallen rock. In just one night, he changed from an ordinary person with no real energy fluctuations to a fifth-level Xuanhai realm monk with extremely strong aura and vitality! ? Even the breath was steady without any sign of instability.
Shen Hao's transformation from the seventh level of the Yuan Dan Realm to the third level of the Xuan Hai Realm in two years has been called a heaven-defying chance and a miracle, but compared with this young man in Shan Col, it is completely inadequate and far behind.
When more than half a day passed and dusk approached, the thousands of monks in the mountain col were no longer alive, and their bodies began to completely collapse. Like dry gravel, they began to disintegrate from their heads, visible to the naked eye. In just one stick of incense, it completely turned into a pile of gray sand, as well as scattered clothes and shoes.
Just before dark, the huge mountain col suddenly became empty like a blindfold. There was only one person sitting cross-legged on a huge fallen rock, and there was no other human figure.
But the dense piles of sand and scattered robes on the ground seemed to indicate that this place was once full of people.
"call......"
Exhaling a breath of turbid air, the young man on the rock slowly stood up and moved his hands and feet. Every movement seemed to be filled with great strength, and was even accompanied by the dull sound of wind and thunder, which was weird and scary.
"It's a pity that I couldn't do my best." The young man muttered and slowly floated down from the rock, as if he was preparing to leave. But as soon as he was about to take a step forward, he immediately took it back. The expression on his face became tense instantly, and he was no longer as calm as before.
"Ding!" The clear sound was like a silver bell, which seemed to light up the already dim light in the mountain col. Then the crisp sound continued, and soon the whole col was like a fragment of the stars on that day, filled with crystal light spots emitting dark red light.
In the middle of those light spots is a long spar, which is clear and dark red. It looks like a fragment of a galaxy in the dark night, as if all the vertical eyes are looking at something together. No one knows how these crystals suddenly appeared.
"Whoosh..."
Some of the crystals suddenly began to gather together, and then quickly turned into a human shape, while the rest continued to float around, forming an encircling posture that encompassed the young man in the middle.
"Sure enough, it's you!" The young man frowned with a serious expression on his face, and his eyes flashed with anger. He seemed to be familiar with the human shape formed by the dark red crystals that appeared in front of him.
"Kakaka... Haha, Boss Lang, how long has it been since we last said goodbye? Three thousand or five thousand years? Some insignificant memories were a little blurry when my body was reshaped. I wonder if you can Remember?" The human-shaped crystal spoke, but the voice was harsh, as if metal was vibrating.
"What does time mean to you and me? Why do you remember it? How dare you, an ungrateful villain, appear in front of me?"
"Villain? Ungrateful? Haha, the boss knew all the troubles back then. Didn't you also have good intentions at the time? It was just a fight. It's not wrong for me to say that both sides suffer, right?
It's a pity that I was also seriously injured at the time and didn't have the strength to look for you, so you settled down and hid in the City of Wasted Death. Later, after I got stable here, I couldn't leave anymore. I always think of Boss Lang in my heart, and I am waiting for the day when you and I will meet again.
Besides, although Boss Lang has recovered well, with your current soul and the appearance of a doll, if you say something unpleasant, I can easily destroy it, so is there something taboo about seeing you, Boss Lang? How could you not dare? "
The young man snorted coldly and looked at the other person for a moment before saying: "It's actually the body of luck! Qingchi, I didn't expect that you actually found a way to condense luck, let alone that you would use luck to regain your strength." Shaping the body. But I'm curious. There is only so much luck in the Jing Jiu Dynasty, and you can't suck it all away, but you have to leave a few percent to maintain it. What about Bai Wu? Is he willing to give you all the benefits?
Or is he already killed by you? "
The human figure gathered around the crystals laughed and said: "Boss Lang knew the truth and asked, if Bai Wu was here, how could I have reshaped my body to this point so quickly?
But although Bai Wu was driven away by me, he was still alive. Boss Lang also knew that although that guy was weak in brains and had no proficient skills, his knowledge was complex and the means to save his life were really difficult to prevent.
However, if Boss Lang misses Bai Wu, there is no chance of meeting him. "
