Cultivate with an African God

Yan Que did not continue to discuss barbecue secrets with him, nor did he understand Mu Xinghe's young Huaichun's complicated state of mind, after he put his prey on the fire, he said: "I was able to guess where the previous clues were. "

Mu Xinghe said "ah", looked at him and waited for him to continue.

"First of all, you should also know that those few words mean that when we get to a certain place, I happen to know a little about the vicinity," Yan said, "The moon is among the stones, and the place is basically in the mountains, while the deer This kind of creature has never appeared in places where people shout, and it can be concluded that it is in the deserted mountains near the abandoned city."

"There are many mountains." Mu Xinghe said.

"So the next sentence is a reminder of the specific location." Yan Que lost the original smile on his face and became very serious and serious, "The 'bear' in 'Xiong Sheng Ye Jian' is not the beast we usually see , but a nine-headed strange snake named Xiongzhi. Many years ago, a senior died with it in order to kill this strange snake. His name was Yuan Shu, and he was called "Zhijing Flying Ape" at that time. .”

Mu Xinghe thought for a while, and then said: "Then did this senior die around the ruined city?"

Yan Que shook his head: "That's not the case, but since the pagoda of Master Wu can appear in the abandoned city, it may not necessarily be that there are similar tombs of heroes nearby." He stood up and looked at Mu Xinghe, his face sunken In the shadows: "No matter what I say, I know some of the terrain here. It's not too late. Now let's leave immediately before they notice it."

Several people put out the fire and walked in the night.

Even as Yan Que said, even if it is not as dangerous as the abandoned city, night is also a time for monsters to run rampant. Most cultivators choose to restrain their breath at this time, rest until the sun rises, and then start their own journey.Mu Xinghe chose to travel at such a time, so he was destined to face many dangers.

Mu Xinghe and Yan Que were exhausted after clearing out wave after wave of incoming enemies, and finally arrived at the mountain with streams and tall trees.There is silence in the abandoned city, and only their footsteps echo in the mountains outside the abandoned city, but God knows how many eyes are waiting to hunt hidden in the darkness.

After several fierce battles, Yan Ke's breath was a little unstable, but his tone remained the same as before: "It should be soon, I feel that I have already climbed two-thirds of the mountain, if there is a moon, I will be able to identify the position gone."

It's a pity that there are dark clouds and no moonlight tonight.

Yan Que looked up and paused for a moment, his expression was a little dark in the night, as if he had discovered something, he suddenly called out: "That's not right!"

Mu Xinghe wanted to follow his gaze to see what was going on, but in the blink of an eye, it was Yan Que who pulled his body with one hand and told him to get down.In the chaos, he only felt the smell of mud and grass blowing towards his face, and then the wind sounded like a sharp knife passing by his ears. He suddenly realized that something was wrong, but he saw a dead wood-like thing shaking slightly, and the sharp branches pierced through it. Yan Que's body.

The bloody smell permeated the night air, attracting the hunters lurking in the dark, and the ground trembled slightly.

The whisk was stained with blood, and the owner of the whisk was staring at them blankly, his face was hidden in the darkness, and his eyes had lost their luster.

From afar, it looks like some kind of puppet that has lost its life.

Mu Xinghe's eyes suddenly sank, like a deep black pool.

He stood up, holding a folding fan in his hand, and a jade plate like a full moon floated behind him.

"...Come out." His voice was very soft, as if suppressing some kind of emotion, which made people feel dangerous for no reason.

Accompanied by his voice, black figures stepped out from the cover of the bushes, like the projection of some kind of trees.They raised the fire pillars in their hands and ignited them with spells. The dark forest was almost filled with the light of the flames, making it difficult for people to adapt.

It was men in black one after another, they appeared without making a sound, but quietly blocked Mu Xinghe's way of coming and going.

Mu Xinghe looked at those people, maybe it was because of the surrounding fire, maybe it was because of the shadow of the dense forest, his eyes were like beasts in the dense forest, even if his expression was habitually casual, it could not conceal the danger in it .

A man who looked like a leader came out more and more, his voice was hoarse, and he said, "Hand over the things."

But at this moment it was Shen Xiu who was walking towards him, and people all lit up their weapons and sacrificed their magic weapons, trying to block his way.

Shen Xiu looked down slightly, with a cold expression, and said: "I have something to do, please excuse me."

How can you allow people to leave calmly at this moment?

The assailant didn't say a word, but with a movement of his hand, the magic weapon was about to slash at this person who seemed to be unaware of the situation.

However, at the moment when they made a move, they heard a few clear clanging sounds, their wrists numb, their anger stopped, and the magic weapon dropped in response.

They are also people who have experienced battles, so they naturally understand that the wind formed by several spells precisely hit the position where they exerted force, so that their magic weapon was knocked down.

They looked at the source of the technique, the man was holding a folding fan, the folding fan was made of bamboo as its bone, covered with green frost, and there was a breeze lingering in it.The spell condensed in the folding fan without sending out, causing a few strange fluctuations in the air, and the owner of the folding fan smiled slightly: "He told you to get out of the way, why do you still block it?—Since you If you want the so-called 'things', you should talk to me."

No one intends to reason with such inexplicable people. Even if they are not masters of one party, they are still elites in the power, and a little block of true energy is nothing.They didn't say a word, the zhenqi in their bodies had quietly turned sharply, and the same power was circulating around them, looking for a flaw to explode!

But sooner than that, they got wind of it.

They came from all directions, as if tens of thousands of soldiers and horses surrounded them.The wind came towards them with twigs and broken leaves. They never cared about those small dust and debris, but at this moment they were like the most dangerous hidden weapon, which made people frightened.

The most frightening thing is not the lethality of these hidden weapons, but the fact that the wind has formed a domain belonging to others, and they are trapped here almost instantly and cannot get out, even their breathing is controlled!

They have seen a considerable level, but they have never seen such a state!

In the midst of shock, they heard a low "thank you", blowing past their ears like a breeze, the voice was like ice and jade clashing, with a different kind of mockery.

The people who thanked them walked out of their encirclement at some point, leaving only a cold and bitter breath.The young man in their circle was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Hey, you are taking advantage of him leaving," he said with a smile, "Why do you look like you are at a disadvantage?"

There was a lot of fire, and his eyes were amber-like in color, as if they were burning fire.

He closed the folding fan in his hand, making a clear and audible sound, and the wind around him was also shaken: "Let's start."

Silent night.

A little fire leaked from the dark dense forest, flickering in the dark night.The mountains and forests are silent, not even a single sound of insects, just like a dead place.

Only the sound of the wind echoed among the dead branches, covering the almost inaudible sound of boots stepping on the fallen leaves.

The source of the wind is a huge monster.

Its whole body is pitch black, its wings are fluttering in the air, and the sound of the wind is slight, but you can feel the dangerous breath in it after careful observation—it is the violent meaning of people blocking and killing Buddhas, and it is even more suffocating because of being restrained.

The owner of the boots slightly raised his eyes to look at it, but he didn't seem to pay it much attention at all. A long sword with a black sheath carved with silver Suzaku cloud pattern was blocked obliquely, the man's eyes shifted slightly, and he looked at nothing. The location of the object: "Leave a step."

The air suddenly distorted, revealing a vague human figure.

The man was dressed in an old taoist robe, with mahogany hairpins, bright eyes, black and white, and a handsome face, but it was unspeakably gloomy in this night.

He laughed before saying anything, and the last thin smile turned into a sigh: "Your intuition is as keen as a sword repairman."

"I'm not a sword cultivator." Seeing his appearance, Shen Xiu put away his sword and said calmly.

"Oh," Yan Que took off the whisk and smiled softly, "He actually let you escape alone."

"It's not running away," Shen Xiu watched his movements, her expression remained unchanged, "I came here by myself."

However, Yan Que's expression changed, his smile froze, his whole body was on alert, and the air around him seemed to be tightened with so much anger.

"But he's not here." Yan confirmed.

"It is true that he is not here, and he may not know it." Shen Xiu said.

Yan really looked at him.That person's expression was indeed not the slightest surprise from the beginning.

"Since you have always known," Yan Que said in a cold voice, "why have you never revealed it?"

Shen Xiu laughed lowly, looked at him, her eyes twinkling: "I never like to interfere with other people's plans."

"Even if I want to attack your friends and take your treasures, you still like to stand by and watch everything?" Yan Que sighed "ahhh" with both hands. Did anyone ever tell you it was disgusting?"

"It doesn't matter." The sword in Shen Xiu's hand suddenly turned into black air and dispersed, and the surrounding area was shrouded in an ominous mist. The coldness was like hands protruding from the ground, pulling out people's ankles.

The dense forest, which was originally dark, is now covered in fog, making it even more difficult to see.

Yan Que was shocked at first that this person used to look like a sword cultivator, but the technique in his hands was a mysterious and inexplicable way of cultivating demons, but after a few rounds, Yan Que realized that what was more terrifying was his power .

Yan Que claimed that he did not dare to compare with the masters, but if he hadn't already been a master, he would never have survived the pursuit of several companions.He has the confidence to fight anyone.

But the power of the man in front of him terrified him.

That is complete suppression, a strength that can completely ignore oneself.

How could such a person be an injured person? !

He actually thought that this person was a senior who was seriously injured. Although he was knowledgeable, he had no strength in his hands and needed them to protect him. It was just—absurd!

"You don't need anyone's protection." Yan Que said.

Shen Xiu's expression was originally indifferent, but at this moment, what could be called gentle emotion flashed in his eyes for a moment, and his tone was not as cold as before.

"I need it, because someone wants to protect it," Shen Xiu said, "Although I don't quite understand this kind of strange self-esteem... But he needs it. In his eyes, I am not strong enough, so I need it too."

He didn't understand, but Yan Que suddenly understood.His heart was desolate, and he knew that now was not the time to care about these petty emotions, so he had no choice but to put everything aside.The pressure of life and death made him keep chanting formulas, and his true energy flowed rapidly.

The giant bird hovering in the sky suddenly fell, its eyes were red, and it was especially terrifying in the night.The giant bird opened its mouth and neighed without making any sound, but waves of invisible sound broke the vegetation and overturned the dark fog!

Even though Yan really expected it, his mind went blank for a while because of the noise.What he brings is a helper that is so powerful that he may not be able to control it. It is a bird and beast of the wind attribute, the leader of the Beishan Asuka. Its wings can summon violent winds that can destroy towers. Sound waves.

But when Yan really quickly maintained his spirit, he found that his surroundings had become a vast sea of ​​fog, and the opponent he thought he had to try his best to support was calmly stepping on the sea.The grass and trees were broken, but there was silence around him. The wind lifted his long hair, and the mole like blood and tears was unexpectedly clear and strange in this night.

Yan Chuan's technique was urgent, and the whisk pointed at the sea of ​​fog. The waves surged instantly due to his true energy, and the waves drilled out of the sea and merged into the shape of Tai Chi. Slowly fade away!

And the birds and beasts opened their mouths and neighed, their wings waved, and countless feathers fell like daggers with the sound of hunting wind, pointing directly at the person in the water!

"From Wuji to Taiji, existence is non-existence, life is death," Shen Xiu, who was in a dangerous situation, even praised, "Your way of yin and yang, the original practice is good."

But he didn't stop talking, he saw his sleeves moving slightly, like flowing clouds in a dream, the spells in his hands were formed, black air gushed out from his pure white sleeves, endless sharp feathers melted into his spells like this in the law.

The black air dissipated as if exploding, and what condensed in the black air turned out to be blood-red birds, which immediately reversed direction and went towards the direction of birds and beasts!

Birds and beasts waved their huge wings, but they did not prevent them from being pecked by many blood-red birds. Some blood dripped down, splashing blood flowers on the ground. Once it touched the mist, it would condense into the spell of Shen Xiuyu's envoy!

Yan Que looked at the blood falling like rain in front of him, and the vague fear entangled his thoughts like vines. He looked dignified, clear-minded, and tried his best to drive the spell.

His technique is the way of life and death, which can exorcise evil spirits, eliminate evil, and turn death into life. It is his only chance to win in the face of this enemy beyond his expectations.

But his feet were suddenly icy cold, and the mist spread to his side, carrying a strange smell.It was as if he was trapped in a swamp, dark and turbid, trying to swallow everything and pull him into the endless abyss.

The feeling was reminiscent of the past, depressing, and nauseating.

He wasn't supposed to feel this way in the past.In his past, there was a mountain full of green trees, a Taoist temple with birds on the eaves, a master who looked serious but no one feared him, a gentle and tolerant senior, and his most incompetent junior.In the past, I would take a nap during the master's sermons, catch fish in summer, and do all kinds of weird magic tricks, waiting to tease my junior sister who didn't know when she would come.

But he didn't wait for that little junior sister after all.Since the failure of the master's golden elixir, the brothers have also been lost in the road. The gymnasium is full of spider webs, and the trees in front of the door are neglected, and the branches and leaves grow wildly, almost blocking the way. Only the stream on the mountain is still there.

Yan Que packed up the package, picked up his fly whisk and wooden sword, and went down the mountain.He is a free-spirited person, and he has always been heartless. He feels that whether the Taoist temple is present or not has nothing to do with him. The world is free for him to roam, and he is just an ordinary Taoist.

But at this moment, he kept seeing the faces of the senior brother and the master alternately in front of him. Sometimes it was the master sighing helplessly when he saw him almost hitting him and then let go, and sometimes it was the senior brother's words that seemed to be joking but also serious.

"Junior brother, if something happens to me, the sect will depend on you to revive it."

"Okay, who am I?"

That's how he replied at the time, with his usual sneer and indifference.

He was born at this very moment—at this moment when a powerful enemy was in front of him and he was desperate, his own voice sounded.

To the same words, he replied "I can't".

He can't.

Admitting that you can't do it is a difficult thing. It proves your cowardice and incompetence, proves that all happiness is pretending to be self-deceiving, and proves that you are regretting and can only regret.

But he really can't do it.

He was like a drowning man, deep in this black sea of ​​despair, what drowned him was not any spells, but the past time and annoyed self.

He wanted to struggle, but the more he struggled, the more turbulent the sea of ​​pain rushed towards his mouth and nose, blocking him so much that he could barely breathe.

He could hear a sharp hiss like arrows, and with his remaining wits, he realized that the terrible sound came from the violent death struggle of the monster he had attracted.

In the midst of confusion and despair, he heard a clear voice breaking through the sea fog.

"Hey, am I early or late?"

With some messy gasps.

The tide receded suddenly.

In his restored vision, there was a young man standing there holding a golden lamp, no fog or sound waves could get close to him.

"It's too early." Shen Xiu said, "I should kill him before you arrive."