Immortal and Demon Cultivation

The colorless old monk was the second one to leave. He had no intention of returning to Wutai Mountain, but flew to the front mountain of Samsara Peak. It seemed that the old monk had not finished his ordinary thoughts and wanted to get involved in mundane matters.

After Wu Se left, Guo Bier lingered.

When she came, she and the colorless old monk traveled through the space channel opened by the big head, but now they have to fly by themselves when they leave.

This made Guo Bier a little dissatisfied. Said: "Nightmare, I live a bit far away. It's on the edge of the West Sea. It's a hundred thousand miles away. If I fly back, it will take at least ten and a half days. It's dry today, and flying for a long time is not good for the skin. Otherwise Will you send it back to me?

My memory has been erased by you. I don’t even remember where I came from, nor what it feels like to travel in the four-dimensional void space. I want to experience it again. "Nightmare Beast said: "You want this handsome beast to spend his mental energy to send it back to you? You are so beautiful! But, if you want to travel to the four-dimensional void space, this handsome beast can help you. There is no concept of time there, and you can stay in the void forever and ever.

Wander in no space and achieve true eternity! "

Guo Bi'er was startled and waved her hands quickly: "I won't bother you anymore. Many people from our holy sect are in Cangyun Mountain, and my daughter is also there. I'm going to find my daughter. It's a long journey, and we never have to see each other again!" See you later!”

Guo Bier also left, going in the same direction as the colorless old monk, also to the front mountain. Before she left, she left the remaining dozen bottles of Black Jade Intermittent Ointment and said that it would be best to change Ye Xiaochuan's medicine every three to five days. Now that Ye Xiaochuan has lost all his cultivation and cannot heal his own injuries, he relies on Black Jade Intermittent Ointment. It will take two months for the bone to completely heal

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There are only three people left in the valley now.

The old storyteller is standing, and there are two others lying on the ground.

Plus a cute giant panda.

The old storyteller knew that the Nightmare Beast must be around. He was too lazy to talk to the Nightmare Beast. He walked to Ye Xiaochuan and reached out to grab the huge Chaos Bell.

I don’t know what method the old man used. The Chaos Bell that only Ye Xiaochuan could control originally shrank rapidly under the control of the old storyteller, and finally turned into a small black and yellow bell smaller than a palm.

The Chaos Clock and the things on Ye Xiaochuan were wrapped in the wolf skins ripped off from Ye Xiaochuan.

While packing the box, I suddenly felt something was wrong and opened the wolf skin again.

His old hand gently stroked the wolf skin and murmured: "No way, no way...it's actually the wolf skin left by the ancestor?"

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Ye Xiaochuan, who was wrapped as a mummy, with light shining in his cloudy eyes.

Nodding gently: "It's interesting."

This time, there was no need to pack in wolf skin. I found a piece of rag, wrapped the things, and inserted Ye Xiaochuan's edgeless sword into the baggage.

Then he carried Yuan Xiaolou to Ye Xiaochuan's side.

Looking at these two people in a severe coma, the old storyteller was in trouble.

How to take them away from this deep mountain and old forest?

When I was worried, I saw the big panda.

His eyes lit up and he seemed to have an idea.

He ran away and soon came back.

There is also a long black bamboo in his hand.

He found Ye Xiaochuan's edgeless sword from the baggage, chopped the black bamboo into pieces, and then took out a bundle of hemp rope and started tying it up.

After half an hour of unremitting efforts of his old man. At almost noon, a sledge made of black bamboo took shape.

He was very proud of the fruits of his labor and kept praising himself as a genius.

The sledge is very simple to make and is one of the most common means of transportation in the world. It can be pulled by oxen or horses.

In some colder climate areas, there are also sleds pulled by dogs, which are called sleds.

The old storyteller was very old, so it was naturally impossible for him to carry these two young people out.

So he made a big sledge.

Considering that both Ye Xiaochuan and Yuan Xiaolou were in a coma at the moment, he neatly laid bamboos of similar length and thickness on the sledge, and covered them with Ye Xiaochuan's big wolf skin.

In order to prevent the bumps in the mountain forest, he also made guardrails on both sides of the sledge to prevent the two injured people from being shaken down.

After the sledge is made, you can't be the animal pulling the sledge.

So, the old storyteller touched his chin and cast an evil look at the big panda sitting next to Yuan Xiaolou.

"Your ancestor was once Chi You's mount. Using you to pull a sledge is not overkill!"

He used the rope to make a rein and put it on the big panda.

Of course the big panda won't cooperate!

What a joke, it is an ancient divine beast that has developed spiritual intelligence and can awaken its bloodline at any time. How can it pull a sledge? How can you still hang out in the national treasure world in the future?

The old storyteller begged and threatened.

The giant panda remained unmoved.

The old storyteller also has his own tricks.

He had long seen that the big panda seemed to be very affectionate towards Yuan Xiaolou. He rolled his eyes, pointed at Yuan Xiaolou and said: "You are saving her. If we don't get out, she will die! She will die again!" If you die, I can’t be saved!”

The big panda seemed to understand what the old storyteller said. He looked at the old man and then at Yuan Xiaolou, who was pointing at the old man.

In the end, it still felt that its dignity as a mythical beast could sometimes be temporarily put aside.

The big panda didn't resist anymore, and the old storyteller tied the reins to it easily.

Then he carefully carried Yuan Xiaolou and Yakinogawa onto the sledge.

He also wanted to lie on it, but Jue's sled was too small, so he simply climbed onto the giant panda's back.

The giant panda grumbled, thinking that it was no problem for him to pull Yuan Xiaolou, but it would be a big problem to let this old man ride on him.

He shook his body vigorously, trying to throw the storyteller off his back.

However, the storyteller was quite capable, and his internal organs were about to come out of his throat, but he still sat on the giant panda's back as steady as a mountain.

The giant panda was helpless and had to accept his fate and carry the fat old man.

The giant panda started, dragging the sled to the north.

In fact, no matter where he went, the storyteller was not worried.

He knew that the big head was nearby. In the spiritual realm of the big head, even the Xumi master could not detect the existence of his three people and a national treasure, so he could swagger past those cultivators who were searching the mountain.

The sled was well made, with two bamboo poles sliding underneath. Mu Naichuan and Yuan Xiaolou were lying on it, and it was not too bumpy.

After leaving the valley, the storyteller began to talk.

He said, "Nightmare, I don't know how long you will hide. How about you show up and ride on the sled I made by hand? It will save you some energy." The big head said proudly, "This handsome beast has always been on the sled, but you can't see me!"