Ke Xiaoliang tried his best in a small way, but the whole world of martial arts was in turmoil because of his actions.
The emergence of broken masters and the integration of Baotong World monks have led to the reshuffling of the entire world.
The conflicts between monks from different worlds and between monks and aboriginal people have been further intensified.
The Luo Jiao, which had been blessed by the evil god, also grew stronger in this special atmosphere.
Of course, Ke Xiaoliang's layout and control are also indispensable behind this.
The martial arts world needs disputes and waves, but it does not need catastrophes that dim the stars.
Therefore, the existence of a 'common enemy' is also necessary.
The Luo Jiao and the vague evil god behind it are the targets deliberately planted by Ke Xiaoliang.
At this time, this target is doing what it should do.
The ups and downs in the world have become even more chaotic.
A strong wind blew across the vast land, and suddenly there was lightning and thunder on the vast barren mountains.
On the mountain road that was barely accessible to people, a strange horse with sharp claws on its feet was galloping at the moment. The sound of hoofbeats scattered the broken gravel on the steep cliff.
Immediately sat a young man in his twenties, tightly wrapped in blue clothes and covered with a black cloak. A simple but broken copper knife hung on his waist. He looked sad and angry, but his eyes seemed a little missing. Clear and clear.
Suddenly, a low-flying tit made a strange long cry, passed over the head of the strange horse, and fluttered its wings away. The strange horse was frightened, and the man stood up and let out a long neighing sound.
As soon as the young man's hand was loosened, he slipped off the horse and fell towards the cliff in an instant.
There was a loud bang.
The flashing arc of electricity in the sky completely cut through the sky.
Big drops of rain poured down in an instant.
The strange-looking horse that was born was not a spirit horse that was loyal to its owner. Although it had the ability to climb mountains and cross ridges, it had a selfish and narrow-minded heart. It looked down the cliff, let out a long cry, and then Running away.
It is enough to see that animals are just like humans, and they are divided into good and evil, loyal and traitorous. If they have wisdom and consciousness, they will also have personality orientation.
Some people favor animals but despise their own kind. The metaphor of animals is unparalleled loyalty and innocence, but it is really ridiculous.
The sky gradually darkened, and the mountain wind and heavy rain became stronger and stronger.
But in this case, a hand full of wounds climbed up the cliff, and then struggled to emerge from the bottom of the cliff.
He rolled over in embarrassment, lying on the muddy mountain road, looking up at the gray sky.
His eyes became sober.
After the rest, the boy struggled to get up and then continued moving forward.
It took about several hours to finally climb to the top of the mountain.
There is only a dilapidated house on the top of the mountain.
It looked like no one had been here for a long time.
In the dim light, the house after a heavy rain had a ghostly and eerie feel.
I saw two dark doors tightly closed. The young man reached out and patted the rusty door knocker. For a long time, he didn't hear any response from the house.
The young man's eyes dimmed for a moment, and finally he pushed harder with both hands.
With a creak, two dark doors suddenly opened wide.
Looking inside, I saw that the courtyard was full of weeds, and some small animals in the grass were suddenly frightened and ran around in disorder. Each room was as dark as ink, with only collapsed beams and some discarded furniture. Looking closer... there was nothing but silence and desolation.
The young man did not turn around and leave. Instead, he stepped forward, turned around, closed the two doors, and walked forward slowly.
Walking through a courtyard into a spacious hall, the night became darker, and it was difficult to see even one's fingers. A biting cold wind blew in from outside the door, blowing away the barren weeds in the courtyard, adding to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere.
The young man couldn't help but tighten the copper knife on his waist.
It seems that only this knife can give him a little courage and confidence.
Although the young man only had innate cultivation, he also had the ability to see in the dark.
In the middle of the hall, there was a dilapidated Eight Immortals table with broken legs and four overturned Grand Master chairs.
The young man walked to the Eight Immortals table and looked at the patterns on the table.
Following the instructions left by his father, he slowly connected the patterns on the table with his fingers, and then touched a subtle mechanism at the corner of the table.
Just hear a click.
A hole opened in the ground.
There is another stone door in the cave.
The stone door is thick and cold.
The young man couldn't help but be a little scared, but he took a deep breath and gathered up his courage.
He coughed lightly and said respectfully to the two stone doors: "The younger disciple Luo Yuanlang came here to pay his respects to Patriarch Shao..."
These two sentences were spoken in a very high-pitched and penetrating voice, which was obviously a sign of sufficient skill.
But there was still silence at the two stone doors, and no echo could be heard.
A strong wind blew, and a splash of water fell from the leak in the roof. Luo Yuanlang's face felt cold, and his heart also felt a chill, and he couldn't help but shudder.
After thinking about it, I plucked up the courage and walked down to the stone door, then lay down on it and pushed hard.
There was no sign of the stone door being pushed open.
He was about to use his true energy to forcefully break in.
The stone door suddenly opened.
Luo Yuanlang felt like he had fallen into a bottomless hole.
After rolling and sliding for dozens of meters in the cave, he fell to the ground with a thud.
Look up.
What he saw was a large sarcophagus.
The sarcophagus did not close.
Luo Yuanlang bravely stepped forward and took a look.
Just in time to see the man lying in the coffin suddenly open his eyes.
The two people's eyes happened to meet at the same place.
The next moment, the boy was sucked in by a huge suction force.
Not only the power in the body, but also the energy and spirit were rapidly lost along with it.
In just a moment, many wrinkles appeared on the young man's face and white hair appeared on his head.
"Shao... Shaoyang Patriarch! I am Luo Yuanlang... my father... my father Luo Yu." The young man finished the sentence with difficulty.
The huge suction force stopped immediately.
The person in the sarcophagus flew straight up and stood there looking at the young man, his eyes looking empty.
After a while, he finally regained his charm and showed some sobriety.
Shaoyang was temporarily called "upper limit".
Although there will still be a cooldown time when offline, you can choose to leave a trace of consciousness in your physical body when you are offline.
Once something happens to the place where the body is hidden, the body's mind and body will receive a warning and then go online quickly.
This is also one of the application tips developed by the monks for the Gourd Realm.
Speaking of which...it's a bit like hanging up.
"Luo Yuanlang! Are you Luo Yu's son?" Shao Yang asked the young man.
The young man immediately fell to his knees with a thud, and loudly said in a crying voice: "Master Shao! It's my disciple...my father...my father is dead! There are a total of one hundred and thirty-seven people in my Hanshui Luo family... ··Now there is only one disciple left!"
"I beg the Patriarch...please the Patriarch to avenge this great revenge for my Luo family!"
As he spoke, Luo Yuanlang kowtowed his head on the stone slab with his exhausted body.
