"You came here to get the Sansheng Stone?"
Beside a fire with beeping firewood, Luo Bei and Patriarch Heifeng sat.
The two of them were already near the Yeerqiang River outside the pass, surrounded by endless mountains and plains, and there was a desolate and bitter cold atmosphere everywhere.
After Zhenze got the thousand-year-old bodhi seeds, Patriarch Heifeng changed a few more carriages, but went all the way to the northwest. After dozens of days, he passed Gaocang Mansion and left the customs.
Although it is still late autumn, the Yeerqiang River located in the plateau basin is already in the middle of winter. The surface of the river is covered with a thick layer of ice crust, and the black land has already turned into a piece of frozen soil. It was as hard as iron, and in the thick cold air, only some ferns that were not afraid of the severe cold crawled on the ground, and even some low shrubs had lost their leaves, leaving only needle-like twigs.
"Your head is not as stubborn as your temper." Patriarch Heifeng was wearing a black blanket made of yak hair, squinting his eyes, as if he was closing his eyes to rest his mind, and also seemed to be taking a nap.
"You also do what you do and don't do it. How can I be stubborn." After leaving the customs, there was no grooming for more than ten days. At that time, he appeared more mature and his expression was more resolute.
"Bah, I don't believe that I can't beat you, a junior." Patriarch Heifeng tucked the blanket, "After I get the Sansheng Stone, I'll go get a set of soul-hunting needles first, and then concoct you every day to see if you can stand it." bear it."
Just hearing the name of the Hooking Needle, Luo Bei knew that it must be another magic weapon to torture people, but he was not frightened, nor did he argue. In the hands of Wuhu Sanren, who owns the three-living stone?"
Patriarch Heifeng was not bothered, and said: "The Sansheng Stone is produced in Zhaoyao Mountain, and Mu Daozi has a few pieces in his hand."
"Mu Daozi? He is also a figure in the Eight Great Demon Dao."
Looking at the flickering flames blown by the strong wind on the plateau, Luobei asked another question that he had been wanting to ask for a long time, "You and Mu Daozi are called the Eight Great Demon Dao, but you are not respected in the eyes of the Xuanmen decency." Etiquette, behavior is impermanent, and the name is only due to the high level of cultivation, so among the real monsters cultivated by other primates, are there any people with high levels of cultivation?"
"There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people. I don't know how many people with high cultivation bases in this world." Patriarch Heifeng raised his eyelids, "Naturally, there are powerful heroes among monsters, Zhanzhou Zedi, Swagger There are many demon cultivators in the mountains. In these years, even Kunlun and you Shu Mountain have not dared to go deep into it, doing what you call eradicating demons. The most famous demon cultivators in the world are the three kings: King Beiming, King Jiushen, Fox The demon king. These three are equally famous, and two of them even fought against Kunlun. Even the characters in the top ten golden immortals were unable to defeat them. It is estimated that their cultivation base is much higher than mine. As for the demon cultivators Experts...Kunlun's vicious methods in recent years have forced many masters of cultivating demons to Nanzhou, and this Nanzhou has become a climate. There are a few old ghosts sitting in town. I don't know when you big factions will fight again. There's a big war coming in Southern Continent."
As the black wind patriarch was speaking, in the desolate and bitterly cold wilderness, a few emerald-like green lights suddenly flashed.
Two groups of huge black shadows appeared in Luo Bei's eyes. They were two huge, lion-like monsters with a head like a lion, but their body was like an elongated bear's body and covered in white fur.
Compared with the strong and thick limbs, the head like a lion's head seemed a bit small. The sharp claws of these two strange beasts are black, like sharp knives, and they are more than three feet long. Walking on the frozen soil, they also left deep grooves.
This is the ferocious snow-haired lion that is unique to the bitter cold plateau in the Yeerqiang area.
In some annals, there are occasional records of this kind of strange beast, and the words are generally full of fear, because this kind of snow-haired lion is not only ferocious, but also has thick skin and thick flesh, which is difficult to hurt with sharp weapons and amazing strength. In the team, hundreds of people spent the night outside, and they were all torn to pieces in the daytime because of this strange beast.
These two snow-haired lions must have spotted the flames from afar and came running long distances, with long white breaths from their mouths, and within a few vertical leaps, they were already close to Luobei and Heifeng Patriarch, and this Compared with the two strange beasts, Luo Bei's body is extremely small.
But seeing the two snow-haired lions rushing towards him, Luo Bei just said, "Don't come here."
In this voice, there was sigh and pity instead.
It's a pity that these two strange beasts didn't know how to scrutinize people's expressions at all. Just as the two snow-haired lions let out a loud roar, they opened their mouths violently to reveal their white teeth, and jumped up to bite Luobei and Heifeng Patriarch. Suddenly, there were two rustling sounds, and two sharp arrow-like winds penetrated from their foreheads, and then pierced out from the back of their heads. The power contained in them killed the two snow-haired lions instantly, and at the same time The two snow-haired lions turned over in the air, and landed heavily on both sides of the fire.
Patriarch Heifeng didn't speak, but with a flash of black light in his hand, he took the Three Thousand Buddhas as a knife and axe, and directly cut off the head of one of the snow-haired lions, holding it in one hand, he poured a few mouthfuls of hot blood.
The snow-haired lion roared fiercely, but the black wind patriarch was even fiercer than them!
Although Patriarch Heifeng's face was long and narrow, but he directly beheaded and drank his blood, but it was full of barbaric and heroic spirit.
After pouring a few mouthfuls of snow-haired lion's blood, the ancestor of Heifeng directly handed the snow-haired lion's head to Luobei.
Luo Bei didn't say anything, and after frowning, he took a few mouthfuls.
The law of the jungle preys on the strong. Heifeng Patriarch used many methods to torture Luo Bei along the way. It is not the first time that this kind of ruthless drinking of blood is not the first time. If Luo Bei refuses to follow, Heifeng Patriarch has many other methods. In between, they describe master and apprentice instead, and this strange beast is hot-blooded, and for Luo Bei whose cultivation level is not high, it can just drive out the cold.
After handing the snow-haired lion's head to Luo Bei, the ancestor of Heifeng didn't look at Luo Bei, but fixedly looked at the other snow-haired lion who was killed by him for a while, then suddenly narrowed his eyes , squeezed a few tricks with both hands.
A few streaks of black air suddenly rushed out from the seals that the ancestor Heifeng clasped his hands, and rushed in from the snout of the snow-haired lion. In an instant, Luo Bei saw the snow-haired lion J's body shriveled quickly as if dehydrated, and the skin and flesh were tightly attached to the bones. The whole appearance looked like a person who was starved to death.
But the tightened skin and flesh seemed to be tempered fine steel. It looked like black iron with a metallic luster, and even the white hair on his body suddenly turned black.
With a "roar", the snow-haired lion who had already been killed suddenly stood up.
"He has seen the corpse god*, and is testing the formula in it."
Looking at this snow-haired lion with sunken eyes, full of blackness, entangled with ghostly aura, and full of steel, Luo Bei immediately reacted.
Patriarch Heifeng looked at this eerie black snow-haired lion, seemed a little satisfied, stretched out his hand, and suddenly shot out another blast. With a sound of "Puff", the black snow-haired lion roared and took a blow, like defeating leather. This blow is exactly the same as the two blows just now, and it can even penetrate ordinary steel plates. But this time, he didn't shoot a hole in the head of the black snow-haired lion. This "zombie" of the snow-haired lion that was casually tempered by the ancestor of Heifeng is really like a steel cast. up.
However, the snow-haired lion that Heifeng Patriarch casually forged looks much worse than the two bronze armored corpses. It is shaped like a magic weapon, and it needs to be smelted with other materials when refining it. It cannot be refined with such a simple technique.
Luo Bei knew that this kind of low-level technique was of no use to Patriarch Heifeng, but at this moment he could use such a technique casually, obviously because he had carefully studied the corpse god*, as long as all the refined corpses were collected With the material of the god general spirit, if you meet a suitable corpse, with the method of the ancestor Heifeng, maybe you can really quickly refine a corpse god general spirit.
At this time, Patriarch Heifeng sat down again, and Luobei had been imprisoned by him with spells, unable to cultivate, so he could only ask more questions to gain more knowledge, so he asked again: "We are waiting here, is it right?" Will the wooden Taoist pass by here?"
"He's not going to pass here, but here." Heifeng Patriarch said.
"It's here?" Luo Bei looked at Patriarch Heifeng in surprise, not knowing what Patriarch Heifeng meant by saying that.
"Mu Daozi's crafting skills are numbered in the world, but he doesn't have much research on magic circles, and he has a lot of powerful opponents." Heifeng Patriarch looked at Luobei and said, "He happened to find a cave of a senior ancient here. Extremely strong formation protection, but this formation is somewhat similar to Chile's mountain protection formation. Once opened, he can't get in or out. It's just that Chile's formation is too perverted, the protection is the best in the world, and he can't go in and out for decades However, Mu Daozi is able to enter and exit every day when the moon is in mid-heaven."
"When the moon is in the sky?"
Luo Bei looked up.
Because this location is on a plateau, the stars in the sky appear clearer and brighter. When Luobei looked up, he saw the sky was cold, the moon and stars were scarce, and a picturesque crescent moon was already approaching the mid-heaven.
After about a stick of incense, a mirage-like phantom of water waves rippled out, tens of miles out in front of the eyes, on the originally seemingly empty mountain wasteland, a red and white palace built on a hill suddenly appeared.
"Mu Daozi, I'm here! You haven't brought out some of your snow lotus gel to entertain me."
The voice of Patriarch Heifeng was heard far away in the open wasteland.
"kindness?"
But after half a stick of incense passed, there was silence everywhere, and the huge red and white palace was dead silent.