A monk wearing a bamboo hat and a blue Taoist robe curled up in a cave that was only as tall as one person and could only accommodate a few people.
The rain in the Hundred Thousand Mountains was still falling, and the leaves at the entrance of the cave were rattling. The muddy ground of the whole cave had already accumulated a layer of rainwater that did not cover the feet, and some dead branches and leaves were floating. No one would feel any comfort in such a cave on such a rainy night.
Judging from the mana fluctuations occasionally revealed by this cultivator, it is obvious that he is a cultivator who practices Yuanying Taoism, and his cultivation base is roughly at the middle stage of Jindan, and close to the cultivation base of Jindan late stage.
This kind of cultivation base is not low in the entire monastic world, because except for some first-rate sects and a few sects among the second-rate sects, the rest of the sects basically teach, and the suzerain's cultivation base is at most only Jindan In the later stage, it cannot reach the cultivation base of Yuanying's early stage. The cultivation base in the mid-term of Jindan is basically a figure of high status who is highly valued in the general sects.
With such a cultivation base, it should be very easy to cast some spells to keep the rainwater out of the cave.
But this ascetic gave the impression that he didn't dare to use any spells at all, and he didn't even dare to make a sound, allowing the cold rain to flow over his feet.
The occasional glances from under the bamboo hat also carried some kind of expression of indescribable panic.
Looking at the black sky in the distance from time to time, and after waiting for more than an hour without moving, the ascetic in the blue Taoist robe finally seemed to have made up his mind, he paused, and took out a picture Throw the cyan talisman with cloud pattern forward.
The cyan talisman immediately turned into a cyan cloud, wrapped the ascetic in it, and flew out of the cave.
After flying out of the cave, the ascetic didn't dare to support the wind and soared into the sky, but just grasped the formula with one hand and a magic weapon like a small white cone with the other, walking through the forest.
Judging from the direction of his flying, it should be that he wants to leave Shiwan Dashan and head south.
This ascetic was very careful when he flew, he didn't even make a sound of breaking through the air, and he stopped from time to time, holding his breath to feel the movement around him.
However, after walking for less than half an hour in the pitch-black mountain forest where you could hardly see your fingers, the ascetic suddenly stopped suddenly, and his whole body rushed to the left in a state of astonishment, with white hands in his hands. The small awl-like magic weapon also rushed out, turning into a ball of white light, flying behind him, with a puff sound, as if it had fought something head-on.
Almost at the same time, a faint figure appeared not far behind him like a ghost, and the ascetic froze suddenly, not daring to move, the magic weapon like a small white cone returned to his hand, but The radiance has been greatly reduced, and it seems that the spirituality has been lost in an instant, and a lot of mana has been lost.
"Poxie Shuo, who are you, Sanhu Sanren?" That figure who couldn't see his face clearly in the rainy night, and even his aura seemed to be covered by the rainy night, stared at the green-robed monk for a while, Suddenly there was such a sound.
"Under Han Feng, Sanhu Sanren is the master." The green-robed ascetic was shocked, and immediately replied without any hesitation.
"Sanhu Sanren is pretty good. They don't usually obey Kunlun's orders, and we don't have any problems with us." The faint figure was silent for a moment, and after saying this, he nodded, "Let's go."
A look of amnesty flashed across the eyes of the green-robed monk, but before he could make a move, that faint figure had disappeared from his sight, as if it had melted into the night rain.
At this moment, without any warning, another group of powerful aura suddenly came from a distance, stopped, as if looking at him from a distance, then retreated and disappeared.
"Shadow Rakshasa! The people of Zhaoyao Mountain...what the hell happened?!"
The body of the green-robed cultivator froze suddenly again, his pretty face under the bamboo hat was instantly covered with a look of extreme horror, and the entire green robe was drenched in cold sweat.
Han Feng, the green-robed ascetic, was in the Hundred Thousand Mountains at this moment because he happened to have a few things on hand and was going to trade in the Nantianmen Secret Market.
But a few hours ago, shortly after Han Feng entered the Hundred Thousand Mountains, he saw a part of the Hundred Thousand Mountains that seemed to be cracked in the sky, and there were countless brilliance produced by fighting skills.
Although he didn't know who was fighting, Han Feng could feel the terrifying energy fluctuations in that place, and he could feel the power contained in any ray of brilliance that could easily kill him. That is to say, the two sides fighting in that place are completely cultivators who have transcended how many realms he does not know. It is definitely not something he can intervene in, or even go to spy on.
Han Feng is not an inexperienced person. He knows very well that no matter it is to snatch some treasure or vendetta, a strong ascetic will basically not be willing to be seen by a weak ascetic. Every year, some ascetics will hit Gao He died unjustly for no reason due to the fighting skills of a high-level monk, so Han Feng immediately hid in fear.
After hiding for several hours, Han Feng thought that the cultivator of fighting skills should have left, so he cautiously left the small cave where he was hiding, and for the sake of safety, Han Feng did not dare to stay in the Shiwan Dashan. I am going to go out of Shiwan Dashan first, inquire about the news, and then come back after everything is safe, and go to Nantianmen to trade.
But Han Feng did not expect that shortly after he came out, he would be stopped by a Shadow Rakshasa.
Han Feng was not considered a low-level cultivator, he knew very well how terrifying Shadow Rakshasa was, if the opponent wanted to kill him, he would definitely be killed by the opponent within one or two rounds.
And this Ying Luosha from Zhanzhou Zedi obviously let him go because of his master's face.
Shadow Raksha... Except for Shadow Raksha, there are still people from Zhaoyao Mountain.
The powerful aura just now is completely different from the aura of people who practice the magic art and Xuanmen kung fu. It is the evil spirit of the demon cultivator.
Moreover, in the powerful monster aura, there is also a unique cold wind that only a monster cultivator who cultivated from a different snake can have. The only thing that Feng knows is the six ways of repairing Mei, the demon of Zhaoyao Mountain.
But Mei Liudao of Zhaoyao Mountain also let him go, and seemed to get along with Ying Luocha tacitly, giving Han Feng a feeling that he was lurking and defending in this hundred thousand mountains.
People like Ying Luocha and Mei Liudao rarely appear in the world of cultivation.
But now the powerful forces of Zhanzhou Marsh and Zhaoyao Mountain have appeared in these 100,000 mountains at the same time. Something earth-shattering must have happened here.
Han Feng's eyelids twitched violently, shivering as if he was afraid of the cold in the night rain of Shiwan Dashan.
But he immediately didn't dare to take a look at the direction, and flew over, because he knew very well that no matter what happened here, it was beyond the hands of a monk like him.
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"What, Luobei, what do you mean, the colorless Ding Dahualun cultivated by Huangwushen is similar to the ancient Huashen* cultivation technique?!"
At this moment, Ye Sipler, in the cave where the sky silver magic circle was arranged, the eyes of Nalan Ruoxue, Cai Shu, Yan Dongyan and others were all shocked and disappointed. At this time, the black rays triggered by Luobei had already completely disappeared. Luo Bei, Nalan Ruoxue, An Dongyan, Su Xinyue, Tong Wugu, and Yue Yin were all in this cave.
Besides these people, there was also a man with a sackcloth blanket and braided hair. His complexion was very pale and he looked very young, but the light in his eyes was very vicissitudes of life.
This person is the King of Beiming! Beside him, close to Luo Bei's side, sat an old man wearing Miao Yi clothes, wrinkled face, and dim eyesight. This old man was Lao Zhao Nan!
Not far from King Beiming, there was an old man with graying hair, half of his face covered with bones, but his eyes were full of wisdom and warmth.
Beside the old man, with his hands behind his back, stood a slender young man in a purple robe with tadpole-like runes, exuding an aura of majesty. This young man's facial features are very handsome, and his nose looks taller than ordinary people, which will give people a deep impression at a glance. On the ground about ten feet below his feet, bursts of faint blue brilliance were always shining, forming the shape of a hexagonal faint blue jade plate.
These two people are the old man of Zhanzhou Zedi, Half-faced Demon, and the number two person in Zhanzhou Zedi, Ling Shitian!
These few people are all the most peak existences in the world of cultivating Taoism, and they rarely walk outside, but now, these few existences that almost all cultivators have to respect and look up to, have all appeared on the top of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. , gathered together.
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