Groups of cultivators rely on their strength, or "do things for the Venerable" to enter the place that is blocked by the government on all sides.
The disaster caused all the villages and cities within 300 miles of Xiaoyang Mountain to be destroyed, and the thirteen county towns outside were covered with rubble, broken walls, countless casualties, and those who happened to stay in the open space were lucky enough to save their lives.
They had no rice, and the water from the well leaked out with the huge cracks in the ground. They traveled for miles to find water, but could not find any medicine. People sitting in the ruins guarded the dead bodies of their loved ones under the bricks, although they were still alive. , but as dead.
In the dilapidated city two days ago, there were still bursts of mourning, crying for a long time, and it was useless to shed tears.
The Chidao Post Station has all cut off contact with the outside world, and no matter rich or poor, they are scavenging for edible things in the ruins of naked clothes.
No one jumped out and said that the official granary could not be opened because the granary had collapsed too.
Those who still wanted to live gathered together and dragged their grain sacks hard from under the bricks and stones in the ruins. The sacks were broken and the grains were scattered on the ground. Can't even pick it out.
The monks came and went.
It's too messy for them to stay here.
Some people left food, some monks had a storage bag with a magical treasure, but they didn't eat anything, so they had to sprinkle some medicine into the water source and save one or two mortals who were seriously injured and unable to move, and then they stopped.
- Too many people have suffered disasters, and no one can save them.
The monks gathered at random in a city with no life, and randomly used magic to build a few shacks as a place to stay. One after another, they approached Xiaoyang Mountain, wanting to see what happened.
Of course, without exception, they all returned with a pale face.
"It's terrifying. The thick smoke in the sky and the thick ashes on the ground covered the grass and trees to death."
"Yeah, we are still standing a hundred and fifty miles away. It is said that within a hundred miles, it is full of scorched earth. Yesterday, there was a guy from Zhengyangmen who did not believe in evil and ventured into the black smoke, and it took half a cup of tea. No, half of my legs were lost when I escaped, tsk!"
There are low-level cultivators who have a shallow cultivation base and always listen closely behind the crowd.
"Hey, don't talk nonsense if you don't know anything, it's just making people laugh." The people who had been very enthusiastic before glanced at them contemptuously, "Treasures that can be easily obtained by others are not good things, that is, the talents of you guys. It's easy to see, there are piles of those big sects."
The low-level cultivator immediately blushed, and even though he was angry, he didn't dare to say a word.
"Mortals have nothing to gain for nothing, let alone our monks? Even the thousand-year-old elixir that grows in the blessed land of the cave and is picked by anyone is also looked after by fierce beasts. If you want to reach out, you can get the treasure and go to the sky in one step, eight thousand years ago in the ancient wasteland. Almost, because the elixir is worthless everywhere, haha.”
The mocking laughter broke out.
There are also people who add fuel to the sarcasm: "How can it be, it's all luck. Maybe the fire in the air will blindly recognize the master, the blood demon's junior brother, isn't that the case?"
The cultivator, who seemed to be from a prestigious family, spoke contemptuously: "You already said that Chen He is the junior brother of the Gorefiend, and without the Beixuan faction's personal practice, how long can he live with the true fire of Samadhi? Burned, the meridians are strained, and they will die in five years."
A group of people who were told that they couldn't lift their heads, their eyes lit up, Bei Xuan Gongfa
Their appearance was too obvious, a few cultivators held back their laughter and didn't say anything, and then sneered when they walked to no one's place: "Beixuan Sect's practice method was once so bad that everyone in the comprehension world has a copy, and there are still many books that have been taken. To cheat the money of those low-level monks, but the internal skills of the Beixuan faction, without personal guidance, even if you study for a lifetime, you can’t even think about it.”
"Daoist friend is really worried."
Someone winked and said, "It's obvious that no one can use this technique to become a golden elixir, I think for those guys, it is a fluke to reach the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. It should be very useful!"
The few people who said this from their self-proclaimed strength laughed again, and their expressions were full of contempt for low-level cultivators.
"By the way, who has news about the real water of the four seas?"
It is well known in the cultivation world that the real water of the four seas can extinguish the real fire of samadhi.
"I've never heard that the Gorefiend is so arrogant, and a big sect like the Gathering Sect can't get the real water of the four seas, otherwise they would have killed so many disciples and elders back then, and they still haven't settled the account with the Gorefiend?"
"Maybe the East China Sea has—"
When it comes to the East China Sea, everyone's expressions change.
Speaking of which, didn't the Gorefiend and Venerable Splitting Heaven go to the East China Sea to destroy the Yuanlou Tower
While hesitating, someone suddenly saw the guy who was accustomed to selling news, and immediately surrounded the old man who was cultivated in the Nascent Soul period and looked like a squire: "Senior is really sharp, a person who runs outside the gate all the year round, so hurry up. Are you here at Xiaoyang Mountain?"
"Rang Rang!" The old man stared anxiously, "Who said I was here to sell news?"
"Is it an evacuation? I heard that the Daxue Mountain is very noisy... Wouldn't you just catch up with this business?"
The old man couldn't tell how hard he was. He found a small town to live in, and when he met a very spiritual fat pier, he ran into Shi Feng and was threatened. The true fire of samadhi was born, why is it so difficult to be pure
Seeing that this matter had something to do with the Gorefiend, it would be strange if he didn't hide.
"Senior Qinglin, forgive me, you can't do this business." A cultivator with a paper fan came over with a smile and bowed his hands to everyone, "I just received a secret report, the two Venerable Mo Dao ships have returned from the East China Sea. , docked in Yazhou, and it is said that he went straight to the capital, but in fact no one saw the trace of the Gorefiend."
The monks suddenly realized.
"That's right, it seems that they are coming here!"
The old man Qinglin took the opportunity to escape, but he didn't take a few steps when he saw two familiar figures among the waves of monks on the edge of the fallen woods not far away.
Although he covered his face with a blindfold, the impression that he was so frightened a few days ago was not so easy to forget.
His throat was rattling, and he hurriedly avoided with a stiff face, lest he would be misunderstood by the Gorefiend.
It's hard to die, and the group of guys next to them continue to talk.
"Why do I think this is so weird... The group of Demon Dao said they went out to sea to destroy the Yuanyuan Tower, and it turned out so coincidentally? As soon as the air fire was born, they came back?"
Chen He's consciousness was ten times, a hundred times stronger than those of these people, and he raised his head awe-inspiringly.
"Exactly, maybe I already knew about the fire in the air, and I went to the East China Sea to find something to restrain! Otherwise, the magic cultivators are so kind to get rid of the scourge of Yuanlou and have enough to eat?"
"Didn't I hear that Yuanlou and Gorefiend's junior brother had a life-and-death feud, this time to eradicate future troubles?"
"Do you believe in such excuses? When it comes to grudges, the loss of Yuzhou's Guiming Venerable is the real 'later trouble', right? Why don't you see the Gorefiend going to the Western Regions to cut grass and root out?"
"That's right, Chen He's origin is unknown, and the Gorefiend just came out for him. Why did Venerable Moon Swallow's subordinates have a demon cultivator to board the ship together, and sent confidants to Wanchun to follow, Venerable Splitting Sky even went there in person? Chen He is them. who?"
These words made everyone nodded, and the old man Qinglin was in a cold sweat.
"Maybe it's God's blessing." Someone said sarcastically.
Those who knew that they had no hope of getting the true fire of Samadhi added a strange voice: "That is really the blessing of heaven, going out to the sea to destroy the Yuanlou Tower 'by the way' to get the true water of the four seas, and returning to the Central Plains 'just' to meet the true fire of Samadhi at the end. A person who appears in the world can catch up with anything good."
Chen He suddenly clenched his fists.
His killing intent was invisible and invisible to the people around him, only the old man Qinglin couldn't wait to plug his ears, with an expression like he was about to faint.
Shi Fengshao didn't even glance at the group of people, only looked at his junior brother.
When he was young, Chen He slowly exhaled, and gradually loosened his clenched fingers, letting the group go far.
"Junior brother?" "Little apprentice?"
"nothing."
Chen He was neither happy nor sad, and his expression was calm.
Everyone speaks of gold, that's what happened, Li Yan turned a deaf ear, why is he angry with these idiots
"I'm just feeling a little bit..." Chen He held a self-deprecating smile on his lips, "It turns out that a person as unlucky as me is too lucky to be blessed by heaven."
He can laugh for hundreds of years with these four words.
Tiandao could not wait to destroy him, but in the eyes of the world, Tiandao became his greatest helper.
Just think about why those guys cursed the Dao of Heaven behind their backs and favored Chen He like this. Imagine if the Dao of Heaven had wisdom, what would they think? Wouldn't it be a joke worth laughing all the way up to
Qu Hong patted Chen He on the shoulder and said nothing.
With a wink, Shi Feng enlightened the little apprentice.
I don't know if Shi Feng didn't understand it, or didn't know what to say, but this sentence came out: "It doesn't have to be like this, I am the same. Master's luck is not good, our entire sect's luck is terrible."
"… "
Qu Hongchong glared at Shi Feng, how did he speak
Chen He was dumbfounded, and quietly pulled Shi Feng's sleeve behind him - Qu Hong just buried everyone in the escort bureau, senior brother, can you poke the wound like this
"There are more and more monks here. Within three days, Huanjian will come to Wanchun. We will wait here."
Shi Feng took care of Chen He's scorched and curly hair: "Let's adjust your breath first, Shi Zhonghuo is restless, and Zhen Yuan needs to be appeased. Senior brother is watching over you."
Chen He's eyes fell from Shi Feng to Qu Hong.
Feeling that it is impossible for the two masters and apprentices to fight at this time, they nodded and found a corner formation method.
It wasn't until Chen He closed his eyes and kept his true essence running for eighteen weeks that he couldn't hear the sound from outside, and then Qu Hong sighed: "That year, on the ice peak of the Snow Mountain, what was it like in front of the forbidden area of the Northern Profound Sect? "
Shi Feng's breath stagnated, and he was speechless for a long time.
"Speak."
Qu Hong's eyes were blank, and he fixedly stared at the thick smoke billowing in the sky: "It's useless to be a teacher, let you face that tragic situation alone."
"...Master saved me twice and taught me a lifetime, which is too much. Shi Feng can't repay, how can it be called a disaster?" Shi Feng turned his head and whispered, "If there is no teacher, when I was eighteen years old. I died of illness on the street, even though all of this is doomed, without Master's lingering warning, I have already died in the ice cave of the snowy mountain, or I have become a demon."
Shi Feng has seen too many joys and sorrows in the world.
But he always remembered that the Taoist who traveled to Dongning County three hundred years ago, holding a whisk, free and uninhibited, with an extraordinary temperament, looked at the red dust with his eyes: "Your enemy, I can kill him with one sword... and open the Xuan Mingqiao, Forget about love and leave the world, the spirit of heaven and earth, the metaphors of all things, the courage to be invincible, the unpredictable art of ghosts and ghosts, I can teach you as much as possible.”
Shi Feng refreshed himself from his memory and comforted Qu Hong:
"Master, when your little apprentice has the ability to penetrate the sky and the earth, I will take this breath for you."
Qu Hong had mixed feelings and said after a while, "Why is it Chen He and not you?"
"Junior brother, he did it last time, and he is relatively familiar."
"… "