Cultivate with an African God

After a brief discussion, the people left the inn together.

Since the key lies in the four people who are drunk, alive, dreaming and dying, they also let go of those subtle antagonisms and dissatisfaction, and work together to drive true energy.

The four colors of light surged and gathered into a stream of purple air, spreading towards the far east.

Things have come to this point, there is no way out, people can only go east.

Mu Xinghe was also among the crowd.Beside such strong men who are secretly on guard, Mu Xinghe and Shen Xiu are the exceptions. The others are all walking towards the road of life and death with some serious expressions, but Mu Xinghe has a lazy attitude, walking behind Shen Xiu, sneaking from time to time. Fiddle with Shen Xiu's hair.

Shen Xiu finally turned around: "...What are you doing?"

Mu Xinghe looked around, frantically pretending: "Ah, what happened?"

Shen Xiu patted him on the head with a "slap", and then with a movement of true energy in her hand, it turned into an invisible and colorless film covering her body.Mu Xinghe wanted to touch it again, but found that his hand was about to touch his long hair, and he felt as if he had just touched a fog.

Mu Xinghe said with a bitter face: "Boss, Yunfu will be sad if he knows that the spells he taught you are being used against your beloved little brother like this..."

"Nonsense." Shen Xiu didn't want to talk to him at all.

Mu Xinghe lost all fun and had no choice but to continue walking with the people to see the surrounding scenery.

Although these people act together because of short-term common interests, they are actually still distinct.Master Mingkong is respected by people, and people as upright as Shouhou are willing to walk by his side. Although Biluo has the name of a witch, no one stops her from deliberately approaching.The Lord of Broken Soul Mausoleum enslaves souls and is hated by others. Naturally, everyone can hide as far away as possible. Of course, the other party doesn't bother to approach the crowd.

But Mu Xinghe and Shen Xiu walked at the back, and it was not Mu Xinghe who was in the rear, but he felt that it was better to observe humans by walking behind, so he dragged Shen Xiu to walk more and more slowly.

People in the world often think that non-me races must have different minds. In fact, as long as the fundamental interests are at odds, this will be the case.His identity is embarrassing, and he was found out to be a person from this world. It was difficult to stay among these people, but fortunately, he showed his value through speech analysis early on, expressing that they can form a common alliance.

Therefore, he leisurely observed the situation on all sides.The previous changes made people extremely wary, so Mu Xinghe could see that they each showed their magical powers and strengthened their defenses. Some people released little ghosts to explore the way, some were covered by stone layers, some protected their bodies with sword energy, and some used umbrellas to block the surrounding breath. As if everything had nothing to do with him, Dukun Wudao strode ahead of the crowd with slight snow marks on his footsteps.

He was expressionless, but Mu Xinghe could vaguely feel a trace of excitement from him.

It wasn't dignified or vigilant, he was very happy to move towards the almost desperate road ahead.

It's a bit like him at some point in the past-why say before?Mu Xinghe's thoughts suddenly stopped, he grabbed the tail of that little thought, but felt a cold air welling up from the bottom of his heart.

Mu Xinghe was in a state of indecision, and in a trance, he noticed that the sun was gradually rising in front of him. After the snow, the sun was so fierce that it illuminated everything and melted everything. Everyone saw the change. Master Mingkong folded his hands together, and his true strength condensed into the shape of a golden bowl to surround everyone. , It is to prevent the sun from happening.

Fortunately, there is nothing weird about this daylight, and people can still move on.Ziqi guides forward to a deserted garden with uneven vegetation, and it is almost impossible to see the road.Their footsteps stopped, and one of them put his fingers together, summoned awe-inspiring sword energy, and smashed the vegetation blocking the way.The grass and trees really contained strange powers, and after the branches and leaves were cut off, they seemed to lose their vitality and withered one after another. The man didn't feel relieved, so he cut all the nearby grass and trees to pieces before absorbing the sword energy.

Mu Xinghe withdrew his gaze, but saw that Shen Xiu was still looking at that place, vaguely aware that something was wrong, but before he could speak, the people continued to walk forward after a few simple exchanges.

In the midst of that flash, Mu Xinghe suddenly heard a short scream, which came from the person who cut off the branches and leaves.

On the rocky ground, there were extremely soft grass sprouts breaking through the hard rock, quickly sprouting branches and leaves, and inserting them into the swordsman's body. The plants grew in his body, as if sucking his flesh and blood, His body seemed to have been stripped of its bones, and the flesh and blood melted into the stronger plants, and the vines swaggered towards them as if to show off.

This scene can be described as tragic. Someone's voice seemed to be full of blood and tears, and he shouted "Suzerain" and slashed at the plants with his sword.The branch is cut off, but it keeps leaping like life, inserting into the body of the sword holder, turning him into new nourishment.

The vegetation on all sides was withered, the wind whimpered, and amidst the decay, there were only two plants on the road, which were so prosperous because they sucked human flesh and blood, and the lush greenery was still growing, with a radiant luster.

The bloody smell gradually dissipated, and in the fading bloody color, there were many flowers blooming. They were white and huge flowers, but they exuded a fragrance so strong that it was almost suffocating.

Everyone felt sympathetic, but no one dared to strike again. The white-haired swordsman glanced back, turned his head away again, and moved forward decisively.

Master Mingkong sighed "Amitabha", put away the golden bowl, and walked silently.This crisis was terminated because of the death of two people. It seemed that there was no risk in front of him, but no one spoke, only his footsteps remained in the world, waiting for the crisis that he did not know how to guard against and solve.

The purple air guided them forward. They walked through a corridor with withered wisteria and came to a lake with a wooden bridge. Heavy snow in general.When people stepped on the wooden bridge, the wooden bridge trembled and even made a slight cracking sound. They didn't dare to delay any longer, and unconsciously quickened their pace.

Bi Luo turned her head slightly to look at her own reflection on the lake. Her hair was like a waterfall, her face was pink and her cheeks were peachy, her posture was delicate and timid, but her brows were full of anticipation and coquettishness.

She smiled lightly, and was about to turn her head away, but found that the hazy shadow in the water smiled slowly again, she reacted very quickly, reciting the formula, and a few puffs of powder smoke protected her body, and with this At the same time, the shadow came out of the water, passed through the barrier of powder smoke, held her face, and gently kissed her.

The shadow had the same face as hers, with a sweet smile and bright eyes, and breathed out at her.

Bi Luo's body shattered into pieces within this moment, turning into streaks of blue smoke and disappearing in the wind.Only a white bone and long withered hair remained on the ground.

Beauty and bones, but in an instant.

People's footsteps stopped, and when they realized it, they walked faster.

The shadow of death hangs over them. They think that they have experienced countless dangers and are more wary of danger than ordinary people. At this moment, they are completely unable to predict when death will come and how to avoid it.

Fortunately, they had experienced many dangers, and they calmed down after a short shock. The first thing they realized was that Bi Luo was the carrier of "life", whether they could continue on their path after she died.

Fortunately, the purple energy guiding them is still there.

They moved more slowly than before, and spared no effort to defend against any suspicious things. Fortunately, the killing move like before did not appear again until they reached the main room.

In the main room, there is a strangeness that can be seen at a glance.There is no furniture there, only a room full of bronze mirrors.

"... Magic weapons like mirrors are mostly based on reflection. If there is a technique to block light, maybe this dilemma can be solved." The thin monkey thought about it.

People's eyes were also looking at the owner of the Duan Hun Mausoleum.

The art of summoning ghosts was born in a cold place. As a master ghost cultivator, the owner of Duan Hun Mausoleum must have the method of isolating light. Intangible things like souls must be difficult to be reflected by the bronze mirror.

But they have always been incompatible with each other, and it may be the ultimate to be able to travel together without disputes.Now knowing that the death of other people after leaving the inn will not affect the guidance of the road, perhaps he will stand by and watch naturally.

The master of Duan Hun Ling raised his head slightly, the hood covered half of his face, only showing the pale lower half of his face.

"It's such a situation, what's the point of the past hatred and confrontation?" The master of Duan Hun Mausoleum's voice was cold, but the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, showing a tired sneer.

He pointed to the ground, and a hand with only bones left was holding a small skull, and it came out of the ground. The eyes of the skull glowed with cold green light, and it kept turning on the bones. People felt a gust of wind blowing, Countless black ghosts condensed around them, covering their world, leaving only the faint green in the eyes of the skeletons to guide them forward.

There seemed to be only the sound of heartbeats in the darkness. The owner of Broken Soul Mausoleum measured the footsteps and distance, put the skeleton in his sleeve, the ghost shadow dispersed, and the sky slowly returned to their field of vision.People looked at the people around and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief—everyone was still there, at least no one died during this journey.

However, people quickly noticed something strange—the light behind them was too dark...

When they looked back, they saw ghosts floating in the mirror one by one, with different heights and shapes, swimming towards them slowly, it was exactly what the master of Duan Hun Mausoleum summoned before!

People looked at the master of Duan Hun Mausoleum in surprise, and naturally thought that he had done something wrong.However, the owner of Duan Hun Mausoleum was pale, and his hands kept moving, and he called out the magic weapon again, as if he was reciting the formula to instruct the ghosts to destroy them. And go!

When the ghosts dispersed, only a skeleton remained of the owner of the Broken Soul Mausoleum, propping up his empty clothes, and followed the ghosts retrogradely towards the bronze mirror blankly.

The ghosts swam into the bronze mirror one by one and disappeared without a trace, and he followed his former followers. His skeleton body hit the bronze mirror with a crisp sound, and then he collapsed to the ground. Nothing more.

The successive deaths and the irresistible powerful force finally made people unable to restrain their fear. His subordinate's lips trembled and his face was pale: "It's not worth resisting, and it's not worth not resisting. This... how can I live?"

"What's the point of the city lord letting us die like this?" The thin monkey frowned, "Are there any similarities among us?"

"I don't think there is any," Mu Xinghe has been watching quietly, followed quietly, and only spoke at this moment, "You all come from different backgrounds, abilities, and acting styles. Surviving is often a random event, unless the city lord is between us , change the layout at any time to calculate us, otherwise it would be difficult to do this..."

As soon as he said this, someone immediately reacted: "It may be more like your style to kill people for fun."

Mu Xinghe laughed when he heard that, he was indeed very casual in his actions, maybe in the eyes of others, he was indulged, unruly, moody, and a person from another world. He was not nervous during the whole process, and the suspicion was indeed the greatest.

"But I'm not. You can feel my cultivation base. It's absolutely impossible to design traps without traces." Mu Xinghe raised his eyebrows and smiled, but there was no trace of gloom in his brows caused by the ensuing death. I'm much stronger, so we can't see it at once, so we must find new clues now, and only by living well can we have the capital to compete with the city lord."

But even if Mu Xinghe said so, no one could let go of the uneasiness in their hearts. Death seemed to be unavoidable, and it was completely unreasonable. Only at this point did they realize that just living is so difficult.

People walked forward in silence, and finally they left the garden. In front of them was a piece of low buildings, and the color of snow returned to their field of vision, with a compelling coolness.

I don't know who made two snowmen on the ground, and I don't know what to do with a bloody smile on the corner of the mouth, which makes people's hearts jump.

But even so, with the previous lessons, no one dared to act rashly so far.However, the snowman raised his arms slowly, as if waving to them.

The person who was facing the snowman was terrified, but he reacted calmly. He immediately chanted the formula and wanted to call the magic spell to protect himself, but he was stopped by someone: "Slow down!"

Mu Xinghe hastily stepped to block him, threw something in his hand, and it exploded in front of them. The golden light was so brilliant that people's eyes were almost burned, and a huge wave of air followed, almost blowing people away.

——What a violent fluctuation of power!

After the turmoil, the two snowmen disappeared, and the world returned to calm. Mu Xinghe passed the crowd and walked a few steps by himself. The surroundings were silent, but the revenge that people were wary of did not come after all.

The young man looked back and smiled in the bloody sky, his brows were bright like a teenager: "I won the bet."

"The thing that the benefactor self-destructed just now is the treasure of Buddhism, the Golden Lantern of Crossing the Bank." Master Mingkong clasped his hands together and said.

"Yes, let's stop thinking about any spells to break it," Mu Xinghe sighed, "There are absolute rules here, which are beyond our common sense, and we can only... use violence to control violence."

Someone wondered: "Why couldn't our power limit them before?"

Mu Xinghe shook his head: "It's not our power, but the power of the magic weapon. Under the absolute rules, we can only use absolute power, take all the magic weapons to self-destruct, and gather all the power of the magic weapon at that moment, then we can There is a chance of survival in a desperate situation.”

Hearing Mu Xinghe's proposal, someone gasped: "...Then we were all doing useless work to compete for the magic weapon before this?"

Mu Xinghe asked back leisurely: "Could it be that if you die here, didn't you do useless work before?"

Master Mingkong gave a cry, recited the Buddha's name, and said: "Everything is external to the body, and the benefactor is a person with a clear mind."

Shen Xiu had been standing aside watching Mu Xinghe's actions, and the thin monkey suddenly asked hesitantly: "If your method is useless, is it just a coincidence to solve it this time?"

"Then I can't help it," Mu Xinghe shrugged, "Then I can only die. The enemy is strong and we are weak, and the enemy is dark but we are clear. If you don't make some sacrifices, how can you know more things? ——Eh, don't Qi, I am not taking your lives as a test product, I may also be that unlucky guy, it all depends on fate..."

They talked back and forth like this, but the white-haired swordsman was not disturbed by these changes, but his figure was getting smaller and smaller, and he was far away from them.

It was the figure of a standard swordsman, with a golden knife and a big horse, carrying the wind away, with a restrained expression and a bold attitude.

Mu Xinghe has seen many swordsmen, and even his friends—Zhong Zijin and Wen Xingze are two swordsmen with completely different styles but extremely outstanding.A swordsman will carry the will of the sword, which is sharp, elegant, elegant and decisive.

Kunwu Dao is a swordsman, and all the aura on his body belongs to the sword.Masculine, fierce, domineering, and cool.He only has his own martial arts in his eyes, but it still doesn't hinder his status. Standing there, he is the hero of the world.

Mu Xinghe looked at his back and shook his head: "He doesn't need us."

The white-haired swordsman left first, and everyone set off again after arranging their magic weapons in place. Fortunately, Mu Xinghe's guess was correct. When people encountered the vision and immediately sacrificed the magic weapon, they really successfully survived many crises. However, some people inevitably died because of their hesitation in offering magic weapons. After that, people's magic weapons became increasingly scarce, and even the treasures that Mu Xinghe looted before were now very few.

The sun disappeared unknowingly, the sky was dark, the clouds were heavy, and the dead leaves were fluttering in the wind. Because of the snow all over the place, it was even more weird and cold.

Mu Xinghe saw a city standing in front of them at this moment.The white-haired swordsman stayed in front of the city gate, looking up, he heard the voice, raised his eyebrows and smiled, but in the dark sky, he had a different bright color: "You are here."

Mu Xinghe felt it was extremely absurd—they were already in a city, why did they go to another city?

He looked at the plaque on the city gate, and the word "Shuangjue" came into his eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he closed his palms together: "So that's how it is... that's how it is!"

The author has something to say:

Mu Xinghe understood!

Thanks He Yu for mine~