The last mortal immortal

Surrounded by four high mountains, there is no way out at the bottom of the valley. A group of mortals from the Mourning Clan, let alone crossing the barrier formation outside the mountains, may not even be able to cross the mountains and ridges. This is how Lu Li feels at this moment.

"Stop standing there stupidly, come with me and take a closer look at them." Su Xuan chuckled and walked out of the cliff. As his steps were flying in the sky, several colorful clouds gathered and turned into a cloud platform for him to stand on top. .

Lu Li suppressed the complicated emotions in her heart and quickly followed.

With Su Xuan's single-minded control, the cloud platform immediately carried the two of them towards the ground. A moment later, the two of them were already standing above the heads of the mourning tribesmen. No mourning tribesman in the valley looked up. It seemed that It was all so normal that no one was even curious.

Looking at these mourning tribesmen who looked just like him, but were in ragged clothes and with dull faces, who could only plant spiritual fields day and night, wash clothes for disciples, and do repetitive and hard work, Lu Li couldn't help but have mixed feelings in his heart. What to say.

Su Xuanyi on the side seemed to have guessed what Lu Li was feeling, and then said: "Junior brother, I know what you are thinking. Do you think they look the same as us? They are obviously the same race. Why do we have to be slaves like this because of the disaster of our ancestors? What is the fate of being a servant and never being free?"

Lu Li was silent for a moment and then nodded and replied: "Yes, although this idea is too rebellious, I think there may be people among them who don't want to fight, so why imprison them? Besides, they all say that if the mourning people are Without the Eternal Water and the Leaves of the Samsara Tree, cultivation is impossible, so their lifespan is probably only a few dozen years, so they shouldn’t pose much of a threat to us monks, right?”

"What you are thinking about has been thought about by seniors before, and some even released them before."

"Huh? Then?"

"They hide, they hide, they have potential that you can't imagine." Su Xuanyi sneered, and waved his hand in the air, and a young man from the Mourning Tribe raised his head stiffly, with fear in his eyes. There was a strange dark green light. If you look carefully, the other party's eyes were clearly black and green. Except for the emerald green of the pupils, they were all dark, deep and strange black.

Su Xuan put the other person down and continued: "Did you see it? People who are not from my race must have different hearts. Although these words are arbitrary and domineering, they are not entirely wrong. Those people who were released from the mourning tribe did not live a stable life, but tried every means. They began to study God-given techniques, and in just thirty years they created a large number of powerful magic weapons, and countless monks with low cultivation levels were poisoned by them. Not only that, they also did even more hateful things."

Lu Li frowned slightly and asked, "Could it be that you want to study the method of cultivation?"

"Of course! It's just that what they did was extremely cruel, but they captured the monks alive and used the magic weapons created by God-given techniques to continuously experiment in an attempt to find out from the monks the key reason why they can't practice! Do you know that those monks who were captured are How life is worse than death! There has always been a saying that if you lose to the Mouling Clan, you would rather die than surrender, that’s it!”

A rare look of resentment appeared on Su Xuanyi's face, and he clenched his fists and said fiercely: "Repaying evil with kindness is like this! We must guard against the ambitions of mourning mourners! In our Su family, when running business all year round, some people were captured alive by the remnants of mourners. Goodbye The human form is no longer visible! Moreover, although the Mourning Spirit Clan does some hard work here, it only takes a little effort. The spiritual energy is everywhere in the door, and the spiritual field planted can be accompanied by the spiritual energy all year round. In the long run, they are a All of them are free from disease and pain, and live a long life. Isn't this a happy life for them?"

Lu Li looked at the mourning tribesmen working at his feet. Although their eyes were numb, their faces were rosy. The oldest ones even looked eighty or ninety years old.

We have no worries about food and clothing, no illness or pain, no disasters, no disasters, no joys and sorrows but a place in the valley, and it may be a hundred times better here than in the outside world.

At this moment, an extremely old mourning tribesman suddenly kowtowed and knelt down to a clay statue in the valley, muttering words that seemed to say, "The ninth ancestor appears as a saint, protects him for ten thousand years, the ancestral spirit guides, and the soul returns to his hometown."

"What is he doing?" Lu Li asked confused.

Su Xuanyi sneered and said: "Sacrifice to their ninth ancestor! They are evil-minded people! They often say that the ancestors will guide them on their way home, but they are just a group of wishful thinking thieves!"

"The Ninth Ancestor?" Lu Li immediately thought of the Immortality Celestial Technique that he had practiced. This technique was created by the Ninth Ancestor of Mourning Soul. He didn't expect to hear about it again here.

At the same time, Su Xuan flicked his finger, and a sharp sword energy shot out from his fingertips in the middle of the mud.

The mud phase collapsed, and the mourning old man immediately collapsed to the ground, with tears on his face.

"Hmph! The ninth ancestor of the Mouling Clan is the last cultivator of the Mourning Clan. This man is extremely talented and powerful. He has created countless domineering techniques that only the Mourning Clan can practice and use. He almost came to the rescue when the Mourning Clan was about to be destroyed. I tried to turn the tide with my own efforts, but in the end, the fate of life and death disappeared and turned into withered bones in the grave! It’s ridiculous that these mourning tribesmen still think that although the ninth body is destroyed, the soul is still there, and they hope that he will appear again!”

Lu Li nodded and asked, "If that's the case, why doesn't Huangji State send powerful people to eradicate all the hidden mourning tribesmen to avoid future troubles?"

Su Xuanyi shook his head and said helplessly: "There are different opinions, but the most reliable one is that they can't do it. The reason is very simple. Before the death of the ninth ancestor of the mourning spirit, he spent most of his energy on using the art of concealing the truth for the mourning clan. It is precisely because of this that it is difficult to find the whereabouts of those remnants. Of course, there is also a saying that the people from Huangji State deliberately left them behind. One is to make future generations always vigilant, and the other is to improve the mourning ability of ordinary monks. The vigilance of the Eldar.”

"If they are really so dangerous, this move is still too risky." Lu Li sighed.

As soon as these words came out, Su Xuanyi immediately turned around and said in a deep voice: "It's not what if, they are very dangerous! Junior brother, never forget, if you encounter a member of the Mouling Clan, kill them immediately without any thought." Hesitate! Remember, they are all a group of demons!"

This was the first time Lu Li saw Su Xuanyi like this. He was surprised and nodded in response: "Senior brother, remember every word carefully and never forget it!"

"Very good! Junior brother, don't blame me. This is for your own good, otherwise you might lose your life if that happens! Okay, it's getting late, let's go, don't embarrass Senior Brother Wang. "As soon as Su Xuan finished speaking, he turned the gimbal and carried the two of them towards the top of the mountain.

After returning to his residence, Lu Li still had what he saw and heard today in his mind, especially the old man's crying and Su Xuanyi's harsh words, which he could not forget for a long time.

However, these distracting thoughts were quickly suppressed by him. In the following time, Lu Li devoted himself wholeheartedly to the study of the formation given by Ning Yu. At this moment, he was extremely looking forward to trying the weapon refining again in three months.

A month later, although Lu Li failed to improve his cultivation, he had already memorized all the formations in the book. On this day, Lu Li was planning to go to Ningxin Hall to practice and endorse, but he saw a familiar figure suddenly walking into the house. That person is Mu Chenfeng!