In the dusk of the black earth, the sky is numb, and the earth is dark and bleak.
I can’t see any mortals, so it’s difficult for mortals to live in the environment. Therefore, most of the people here are monks. Even if some mortals are occasionally, they are all strong and strong, and they are made up of this place for many years. Descendants of the Xiuzhen family.
The moment Meng Hao stepped into this piece of ink soil, he turned his head back with a hint of suspicion on his face. He faintly felt that after stepping here, there seemed to be an invisible thread on his body, which was covered.
Before stepping into this place, Meng Hao didn't notice this invisible thread at all. Only when it was covered, Meng Hao noticed its existence.
After pondering for a moment, Meng Hao was thoughtful, and the cane supported his body, whizzing away on the ground. After a while, Meng Hao retracted his mind, his eyes flashed, and his spiritual consciousness was scattered.
His spiritual consciousness spread out, and this place was a hundred li away, and instantly appeared in his mind.
"Find a place to heal quietly..."
"In addition, Zhou Dekun was caught in the ink soil... and here, there is information about whether there is wood silkworm. If possible, it may be possible to refine the wood silkworm." Meng Hao pondered for a while and took out Ji Hongdong again. The storage bag and the runes on it were also weak at this moment. If it was suppressed, it was only after Meng Hao tried that it could not be opened, but he also saw that if the suppression time is longer, he should be able to open it. Storage bags.
After a while, Meng Hao closed his eyes and allowed the cane to move forward quickly, without any rest, for more than a month.
On the way, I met some monks in Motu. All of these monks were thin and thin, and their fierce aura was extremely strong, and they were rarely in groups. Most of them were alone, giving Meng Hao the feeling of a lone wolf.
This point is very different from the Southern Region.
It seems that the people here have experienced too much in life and death, but almost all that can survive are stained with a lot of blood.
But no matter how fierce these people were, when they saw Meng Hao, all their eyes shrank. Meng Hao’s white hair was too conspicuous. The wavering of this white hair, matched with his pale face, immediately gave people a kind of The gloomy meaning.
Coupled with the fierceness of the cane, it is a fierce thing at first sight, exuding the aura of foundation building, and the faint smell of blood, which makes people look forward to instinctive judgment, and this person should not be provoked.
Even some people with good cultivation bases hesitated after they noticed Meng Hao's cultivation base aura, and they avoided one after another without blocking.
In this ink soil, killing is too normal, and dead people are often seen.
Meng Hao walked all the way, saw dozens of cultivators fighting, and saw a lot of deaths, and gradually gained a more intuitive understanding of Mo Tu.
But what makes Meng Hao feel strange is that a month has passed. He is always vigilant, but he did not see the Ji family chasing after him. This incident made Meng Hao not help but think of the invisible silk thread that was covered when he stepped into the ink soil a month ago. .
"Could it be that this thread appeared after I killed Ji Hongdong? It was used by the people of the Ji family to find my traces? If so, why this piece of ink soil can cover it." Meng Hao hesitated for a moment, not sure. .
Time passed again, and another month passed very quickly. Compared with the Southern Region, the ink soil is not big, but Meng Hao walked here. Looking at it, there are not many cities here, which gives people a sense of vastness and vastness.
And most of it is a desolate, pitch-black earth, revealing a dullness of death. Places with aura are even rarer. Fortunately, Meng Hao has no requirements for aura. On this day, Meng Hao, who was sitting cross-legged on the cane, suddenly opened his eyes and looked far away.
In his spiritual sense, more than 80 miles away, there is a low mountain with a simple cave. This cave is not in the mountain, but at the bottom of the mountain, like a hole in the ground, beside it, there is a mountain spring that gathers into a pool of water.
The water is dirty, and there are bird and animal droppings around. There are a lot of weeds, it looks like a little deserted, if it weren't for Meng Hao deliberately looking for a place to heal his wounds, it would be easy to overlook this place.
"It's a nice place." Meng Hao groaned for a moment, and then came out of consciousness, and immediately the cane changed direction and went straight to the low mountain.
After a short while, he came to this area, Meng Hao got up and took a step, the cane sank into the ground and hid it.
Meng Hao walked past this weed, and when he passed by the pool, there happened to be a small black beast drinking water by the pool, looking up at Meng Hao, showing a ferocious meaning.
Meng Hao didn't pay attention to this little beast, but flew around the mountain and looked at it for a while, his expression was satisfied, and after a shake, he went straight to a crack in the mountain and flew away in an instant.
The crack was winding and connecting below, and soon in front of Meng Hao, a door of the cave mansion appeared. When Meng Hao waved his right hand, the door immediately trembled and opened slowly.
The cave is not big, and there is some dust around it. It seems that some time is uninhabited, and some of the remaining breath is like the fifth or sixth layer of Qi condensing. It can be seen that the original owner of this cave has a low cultivation level.
Looking around, Meng Hao flicked his sleeve, and immediately there was a wind, all the dust disappeared, and the moisture disappeared instantly.
Meng Hao sat down cross-legged and let out a long breath, his eyes showed contemplation. After a while, his right hand pinched and pointed towards the gate of the cave. The gate was immediately closed, and a few runes appeared on it, sealing it.
"The injury has now recovered by 50%, this time the injury is too serious..." Meng Hao took out the pill and swallowed, closed his eyes and meditated, trying to let his injury recover despite his injury.
He himself is a master of alchemy, and he refines the healing pill according to his injury, so the effect is naturally best.
Time passed slowly, and it was very quiet. In this silence, the cave was completely dark. Meng Hao meditated cross-legged by himself, sometimes waking up from entering concentration. When he opened his eyes, staring into darkness, Zi Yunzong’s mind could not help but appear. Scenes.
"Jijia..." Meng Hao's eyes showed a cold light, and he closed his eyes again.
Three months, unconsciously, gradually passed, and Meng Hao’s injury has recovered more than half. At this moment, it is 80%. According to his expectation, within a few months, he will be able to fully recover as usual and reach the previous level. Peak state, even more refined.
But what makes Meng Hao feel strange is that in the past three months, there is still no one from the Ji family to chase after him. This matter makes Meng Hao involuntarily think about it a lot.
"Could it be Master..." Meng Hao suddenly thought of this possibility and fell silent.
After a long time, Meng Hao sighed slightly, and when he was about to close his eyes to continue healing, he suddenly changed his expression and looked outside the cave.
At this moment, in this low mountain hundred miles, there is a thin, middle-aged man who is about 30 years old, looking around carefully, and moving forward quickly.
His cultivation level is not high, he only has the appearance of the sixth level of condensing energy, and there is a ferocious light in his eyes. If he encounters a monk of the same level in the Southern Territory, this person will most likely win.
"It's really unlucky this time. What kind of broken place, I have been trapped for two years!" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, looked around vigilantly, and moved forward quickly, heading straight to the low mountain.
As if he was familiar with the road, after the middle-aged man approached the low mountain, he first looked around and made sure that there was no danger and no one was following. Then he jumped into the crack and walked down the crack.
"You must never go to that ghost place again. Fortunately, although I have been trapped for two years, there is no life worry. Unlike some other people, they are almost dead." The middle-aged man sighed. After embarking on this road of cultivation, he experienced a lot of things and saw a lot of life and death. At the moment, he is not numb, but he is also a little used to it.
"To put it bluntly, there is still no pill." The middle-aged man murmured a few words, came to the entrance of the cave mansion, raised his right hand with a wave, and threw a token.
"But if I can have my own cave house, I can be considered a person of good luck." The middle-aged man was a little proud, and he relaxed, planning to go back to the cave house to rest.
But soon he opened his eyes, looking at the token he threw, flashing and flashing, but the door of the cave did not open.
"Broken?" The man was taken aback, took the token off, took a closer look, and was about to try again, suddenly he saw the dust traces on the ground where the gate of the cave had been opened, compared with the surrounding dust. The traces are obvious.
At this glance, his eyes immediately showed anger, how could he not understand that his own cave was robbed by someone!
"Where is the eye-opening guy, dare to snatch your grandpa Huang's Dong Mansion, and not get out of Lao Tzu!!" The man named Huang immediately said angrily. He has his own judgment. The spiritual energy of this cave has long been exhausted, high level. The Condensing Qi monk can value very little, let alone other powerful monks.
And during the years when this cave was occupied by him, although some people took the opportunity to snatch it, they were all similar to his realm, and they were all killed by him one by one, and finally became the master of this small cave.
Now he immediately judged that he must have not come back for two years, so the Dong Mansion was snatched away again.
"Open the door, your grandma's, this is your grandfather Huang's site, this is your grandpa's cave mansion, in all directions, who doesn't know my eight-armed dragon king Huang Daxian!"
Inside the cave, Meng Hao frowned. This cave looked ruined before, but he didn't expect it to have a master...
"I think you have eaten the ambition of the leopard, even Grandpa Huang dare to grab the Dongfu!" Huang Daxian yelled, seeing that there was no sound in the Dongfu, he gave a cold snort, raised his right hand and pointed forward suddenly. With this finger, his face was red and his ears were red, but a flame burst out instantly, turning into a fireball as high as one person, and headed straight to the gate of the cave mansion.
A roar echoed in this narrow place, and Huang Taixian's voice came out again.
"Don't open the door yet, you should..."
Before his voice was finished, suddenly, the door of the cave mansion opened and closed silently, revealing a gap, Huang Daxian snorted coldly, secretly, it seemed that his technique deterred the other party, he was angry at this moment, but there was no Stepping in immediately, but with vigilance in his eyes.
Until the gate of the cave was completely opened and the dust in the place no longer flew, Huang Daxian immediately saw the inside of the cave with a calm look at this moment.
"Your milk..." Huang Daxian saw Meng Hao by himself, and he immediately felt deep in his heart. Just as he was about to yell, he suddenly saw Meng Hao's eyes, those deep gazes seemed to carry an icy majesty.
The gray hair on his head revealed a shocking horror and pale skin tone. It seemed that it needed enough blood to restore some normal skin tone to the other person.
All of this suddenly made Huang Daxian as if a basin of cold water was sprinkled on the top of his head, and his body shivered directly.
"Tao... This fellow Taoist..."