Cannon Fodder's Humanoid Plug-in

Heaven, material and earth treasures can be swallowed

The three discussed the details at the summit.

At the same time, the thundercloud outside has not dissipated.

Such a big battle has also attracted several uninvited guests to this mountain that no one cares about all year round.

It's just that when they followed the direction where the thunderclouds gathered and found this unattractive mountain, they were shocked to find that they couldn't go up to the peak.

From halfway up the mountain, there is a maze, which covers and protects the entire peak.

As the saying goes, what you can't get is always in turmoil.

Originally, they just came to join in the fun, intending to see if there is a great power to overcome the catastrophe here, or if there is a rare treasure descended into the world, the monks suddenly became curious.

The spiritual energy at the foot of the mountain here is thin, which is no different from other places.

But halfway up the mountain, there is such a complex and exquisite maze - there are many high-level monks present, and no one can break the maze.

And the thundercloud on the top of the peak seems to be calling, convincing the monks who don't know the situation:

There must be something special about the top of this mountain.

Walking in the world of self-cultivation, with the ability to turn your hands into clouds and your hands into rain, the curiosity of monks is definitely hundreds of times stronger than that of ordinary people.

As soon as this curiosity was aroused, more and more people surrounded the foot of Taiyin Mountain unknowingly.

However, recently, all major sects have gone to encircle and suppress the Demon Realm.

Among the people who came, most of them were lone cultivators, as well as some sect disciples who were not high enough to travel nearby.

They surrounded the foot of Taiyin Mountain, looking for a way to break the formation.

From time to time, following the sound of "Boom", I looked up at the thunderclouds on the top of the mountain.

Then exclaimed: "This tribulation thunder lasted for a whole day, right?"

"Yes."

"I don't know what is going through the catastrophe..."

The thunderbolt on the top of the mountain has not dissipated for a whole day, making all the monks who gathered firmly believe:

The people on the peak who are being robbed by thunder are not people.

If this was a person, after such a long time, he would have been hacked to death long ago.

Thinking of the birth of a rare treasure, the monks who originally wanted to leave broke out with new enthusiasm.

In the past, most of the resources in the cultivation world were taken over by those sects.

It's rare that those people are not here this time, isn't their chance coming?

The casual cultivators thought so, even though they couldn't find a way to enter the peak, they never left.

So waited until the next day.

At the foot of the quiet mountain, the morning mist shrouded the forest, and the dew slid down the bushes and fell into the low bushes.

Some monks are still meditating, and some monks are still trying to break the formation.

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed person pointed in the direction of the peak and called out, "Look!"

"Is this thundercloud moving?"

The monks who heard the voice raised their heads to look towards the peak, and as expected, they saw the thundercloud moving slowly down.

How, how could this happen?

"Could it be that the one who crossed the catastrophe was actually a high-level spirit beast?" The monks all became nervous.

If it is a rare treasure, they can still compete for it.

They can't beat high-level spirit beasts!

Many people want to quit.

But before they left, within the range of the maze on the mountainside, a huge black shadow faintly appeared.

The black shadow is in the shape of an upside-down cone. Even in the world of self-cultivation, which is rich in species, there is no spirit beast like this.

The monks stopped at the same time, and looked defensively.

Soon, they saw the true face of the shadow.

That is indeed not a spirit beast, but an... island floating in mid-air?Or should it be called a flying weapon?

In short, it seemed that there was no danger, and the monks were all relieved.

Soon afterward, the floating island got closer and closer, and someone spotted the person standing on it.

Because the thunder cloud lingered for a long time and followed the floating island all the time, they didn't dare to get too close, and only looked at the two standing on it from a distance.

Standing in front was an old man with fluttering white hair, standing with his hands behind his back, with an unfathomable smile on the corner of his mouth.

He looked like he had the air of an outsider.

The other one was dressed in black and held an ancient sword in his arms. He was so imposing that he seemed to be integrated with the sword.

Both of them seem to be not simple characters.

The monks looked at Yan Xing and Yan Pingshan with different eyes from all directions.

Yan Pingshan reached out and stroked his beard.

—in fact, he covered his mouth at the moment and murmured, "Stop."

The floating island stopped moving at the sound.

The two people on the island seemed to have discussed it long ago, they lowered their eyes at the same time, and glanced at the stunned monks under their feet.

All the monks just felt the discomfort of being looked down upon.

Seeing the appearance, the old and the young, who had "not to be messed with" written on their faces, suddenly smiled.

The old man's eyes showed reminiscence: "It's been so many years, the cultivation world is still so lively."

The black-clothed sword cultivator standing beside him smiled and said, "It's a good thing to be lively, isn't that what we want to see?"

The old man nodded seriously, and looked at the black-clothed sword cultivator with relief, "That's right! It's good that you understand."

As soon as the words fell, the old man didn't know what to think, and he sighed guiltily: "It's a pity..."

"No matter how powerful the clan is, after years of wear and tear, leaving only you and me, it will not be able to maintain this peaceful world."

"Ancestor..." The black-clothed sword cultivator didn't seem to be very good at comforting people.

The old man shook his head, pulled himself together, and looked down again: "It's not too late, let's go, follow me and invite them up."

The monks who were impatient at first and felt that the old and the young were playing some charades were refreshed when they heard the words.

Sure enough, at the next moment, the two of them were seen flying down from the edge of the floating island.

Coincidentally, with the sound of "Boom!", in the dark clouds above the two of them, a purple thunder dragon roared and fell towards the center of the floating island.

Under such a background, the old and the young fell to the ground calmly.

The monks looked at the floating island, and then at Yan Pingshan and the two men, and they understood in their hearts that these two men should not be underestimated.

Those who came into contact with Jie Lei at such a close distance, those who were far away, couldn't help being shocked.

These two people didn't change their faces.

It seems that even looking back is a waste of time for them.

And the small floating island, which was hacked for such a long time, was unscathed.

The monks looked at the old and the young with burning eyes.

"You little friends." Yan Pingshan smiled kindly, and opened his mouth to say a word, which made everyone's brows twitch:

"Meeting is fate. This old man was looking for help from the monks at the foot of the mountain, so he met you when he went out."

"It's about the safety of the entire cultivation world. I don't know if you are willing to follow the old man and go up the mountain to tell a story?"

The monks who thought there was something good: "..."

They looked fearfully at the thunder clouds on the floating island, and managed to gather a few meters away from Yanping Mountain.

A few of them looked at each other and asked suspiciously: "I don't know what this senior said, which is related to the safety of the entire cultivation world... What is it?"

Believe it or not, but these two people appeared strangely, and they wanted to find out more information.

Yan Pingshan didn't see their suspicion at all, and sighed leisurely: "It's a long story."

"I'll make a long story short."

Yan Pingshan: "I don't know if you have ever heard of Shen Kun, the Daoist Shen Kun who was in the world of comprehension tens of thousands of years ago?"

——In the cultivation world at that time, it was popular to give oneself various Taoist titles and honorary titles.

"Shen Kun Zhenren" is the title given to him by the ancestor of the first generation of cultivating the secret art.

When they heard the name, most people were confused.Only a few monks hesitated to ask:

"I've heard of it, what's the matter?"

It's good that someone has heard of it, Yan Pingshan is slightly at ease: "Shen Kun is the ancestor of my lineage of Tianji."

"Do you know why our ancestor suddenly disappeared from the cultivation world?"

This time without waiting for anyone to answer, Yan Pingshan continued: "You have heard about our ancestor's deeds, and you know after thinking about it, he has the ability to spy on and change everything."

"Actually, it was because he saw that the cultivation world was about to face the invasion of the neighboring world and end up in ruins, so he led his tribe to live in seclusion here and guard the gate of the world."

"After the ancestor was ascended, the descendants also obeyed his instructions, stationed here from generation to generation, and dare not slack off."

"It's just..." Yan Pingshan let out a long sigh: "In recent years, the aura of this world has been deteriorating. People in my clan have not been born all year round, and there are fewer and fewer people in the clan."

"People who can practice the secret technique left by the ancestors are even rarer."

"As of now, there is only the last one left."

"In order to repair the boundary gate, the only surviving cultivator of the heavenly technique has exhausted his lifespan, and it is difficult to support it."

Yan Pingshan's expression was full of grief, as he spoke, it seemed that he would not be able to hold back the hot tears in his eyes in the next second.

He paused to ease the urge to bring himself to tears.

Then he continued: "There is still one year left, which is the day when the boundary gate will be broken in the established future."

"As long as the gate of the realm is repaired and survived this year, the calamity in the realm of comprehension will be resolved."

"That's why we decided to be born and seek help from monks at the foot of the mountain..."

"This..." The monks looked at each other.

Believe it or not, this is another invasion from the neighboring world, and it belongs to the Wannian hermit family, so it sounds very mysterious no matter what.

Believe it or not, this old man's words are sincere, and his aura looks very high, it seems that there is no need to lie to them.

but……

The old man's cultivation base is so high, and he still can't guard the so-called boundary gate, so what help can they do?

Soon someone asked: "I don't know senior, how do you want me to help you?"

The old man seemed happy when he heard the words, but he was a little embarrassed and said: "If you are willing to help, that would be great!"

"However, you may find it hard to believe..."

"Therefore, why don't you go up the mountain with the old man and listen to me in detail?"

Some monks were afraid of being cheated, so they didn't agree.

There are also some monks, adhering to the idea that everyone has come, nodded and followed Yan Pingshan and the other two to the floating island.

Seeing the unique and magnificent castle on the island, they all believed in the hermit family in Yanping Mountain Pass even more.

Especially when I saw that the thunder struck the top of the castle one after another that day, but the latter remained motionless.

Is this the strength of the hidden family?

The monks were envious.

Yan Xing silently pushed open the door of the castle, and Yan Pingshan led them in while introducing: "This is the library of the clan."

"The old man will take you to the patriarch first."

As if he was afraid that some people would be surprised, Yan Pingshan explained in advance: "Only those who practice the secret art of the clan can appoint the clan leader."

"This patriarch is less than a hundred years old now, and he has gray hair only because his lifespan is exhausted. Don't be surprised when you see him."

The monks nodded.

The more rules there are, the more they feel that this family is unfathomable, and the more they believe what Yan Pingshan said.

Soon, Yan Pingshan led them to sit down in the castle hall.

A white figure faintly walked down the luxurious staircase that turned sideways.

All the monks looked at each other curiously.

I saw the person who came wearing a gorgeous moon robe, with a slender figure and smooth steps.

He looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, but his long hair was like what Yan Pingshan said, showing an abnormal white color.

This just made him look like a fairy in a mortal storybook, with frosty eyebrows and an indifferent expression, as if nothing in the world could move him.

This is the patriarch of their lineage of secrets?

For some reason, the other party's breath was restrained and did not release coercion, but the monks couldn't help but sit upright.

It was as if what they were facing was not an ordinary cultivator with a young appearance, but a truly awe-inspiring patriarch of a hermit clan.

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