Ning Chuan walked up the mountain road, and happened to meet the group of hunters, looking at the strong man at the front and hugging his fists: "May I ask who wrote those four verses just now?"

The big man scratched his weed-like hair and smiled: "Hahaha, what kind of poems do we coarse people write, it's just that we listened to the old fairy on the mountain when we were hunting." ”

"Old Immortal?" Ning Chuan wondered.

Dahan turned his back on the prey behind him and said: "That old immortal should be a cultivator, but that old immortal is quite free and easy to stay on the mountain alone, but we haven't seen it for a long time." ”

Ning Chuan immediately became interested: "Oh, so you've seen that old immortal before?"

The strong man also sat down to rest, picked up the kettle on his waist and took a sip of water: "I've seen it, but I was still a child at that time, and the old fairy once came down the mountain to the village, and the old fairy treated and saved people in our village, and when the village chief wanted to thank him, he just waved his sleeve robe and said these four verses." ”

"Later, when I grew up, I went up to the mountains to hunt with the hunters in the village, and I could still hear the sound of the mountain peak in the distance from time to time!"

Ning Chuan stood up and looked at the mountains that Orion had pointed to, the group of mountains was not the highest, but it was shrouded in white mist.

Farewell to the hunters, Ning Chuan flew towards the high mountain, and after flying for half a day, Ning Chuan finally came to the top of the mountain.

There is nothing peculiar about the bare mountains on the mountain, but it is not expensive because of the ancient trees, weeds everywhere, and ancient vines entangled.

Ning Chuan walked towards the mountain, when he walked to the top of the mountain, there was only an ordinary thatched hut, there seemed to be no sign of life around for a long time, and there was no spiritual power, it looked like an ordinary barren mountain.

Next to the thatched hut was a huge willow tree, but the willow seemed to have withered and died, and the willow tree was bare, and the few remaining willow leaves had also turned yellow.

On the other side of the thatched hut is a field, but it was originally supposed to be planted with some crops, but now it has become overgrown because it has not been taken care of for a long time.

Ning Chuan sighed, he originally thought that this would be a powerful place to live, and he might have a chance to visit, but now it looked like the old immortal should have already sat down.

Finally, he went into the thatched hut and found that the whole thatched hut had already been covered with dust, and there was only an ordinary bamboo bed, a wooden table, and a few wooden chairs in the thatched hut.

Ning Chuan turned out of the thatched hut again, and after looking around, he found a small earthen bag, Ning Chuan's divine sense searched the inside of the earthen bag and was surprised to find that it was just a clothed mound, and there were no bones in it.

"Hey, Feather Flying Immortal!" Ning Chuan muttered to himself standing in front of the tomb, this old immortal had actually entered the level of Feather Flying Immortal in a legendary way.

It's just that the so-called Feathered Flying Immortal has always existed in legends, and no one knows what the real Feathered Flying Immortal is, and where will the people who feather and flying immortal go in the end.

Ning Chuan searched carefully inside and out, but in the end he didn't find anything, so in the end, Ning Chuan could only sigh slightly, I was lucky to lose my life.

In the end, Ning Chuan chose to retreat here, although this place is ordinary, but in this ordinary, there is an ordinary charm, and the road is simple and returns to the basics.

When the night sky fell, the bright moonlight shone through the trees, and the whole world fell silent, and the world fell into darkness at the same time.

Ning Chuan sat cross-legged in front of the big willow tree, his eyes slightly closed and he looked at his dantian, at this time, there were countless spiritual powers in his dantian that were constantly converging, and the spiritual power in the meridians was surging like a tide.

There was a sound like fried beans in his body, and earth-shaking changes occurred in Ning Chuan's body, and at this time, Ning Chuan's brows were slightly furrowed, because he felt that the spiritual power in his body had converged to a peak, but it seemed that there was always a diaphragm blocking him from breaking through.

"That place...... And more...... How long...... I don't have much time left. ”

Just when Ning Chuan was breaking through wholeheartedly, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the thatched house, the figure was wearing a hat and crown, with long sleeves fluttering, and although his face was blurred, he was full of the smell of fairy wind bones.

Looking at the person in front of him, Ning Chuan's heart trembled, and he almost went mad, but soon Ning Chuan calmed down.

At this time, how could Ning Chuan still have the heart to cultivate, and immediately stood up and walked towards the figure, and at this time, Ning Chuan was not paying attention.

The old man who had been transformed into the ancient and powerful divine consciousness within his divine consciousness also opened his eyes, and the old man's eyes were as deep as the sea of stars, and at a glance, people couldn't help but sink into them.

The old man seemed to look at the figure outside through Ning Chuan's divine sense, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but soon the old man closed his eyes again.

The legendary phantom of the old god was standing in front of the thatched house, and opposite him was a huge black shadow, which took on the form of a human, but the black shadow was pitch black all around, as if it had swallowed up countless rays of light.

Ning Chuan looked at the black shadow in front of him, and there was no trace of horror coming from the black shadow, but there was a voice in Ning Chuan's heart that kept warning him not to go over.

The scene in front of him made Ning Chuan vigilant in his heart, that voice was his instinctive reaction, it was an instinctive reaction of people to danger, that is, because of this instinct Ning Chuan still stood in place and did not move.

At this time, the old immortal seemed to hear the words of the black shadow and shook his head: "No...... It's not there yet...... We can't do it...... I'm running out of time. ”

Although it was intermittent, Ning Chuan's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, as he had a premonition that he seemed to be approaching a huge secret.

But just as Ning Chuan was staring at the phantom of the so-called old immortal, the phantom actually disappeared, and at this time, the moonlight in the sky also shone through the dark clouds, and the insect chirp between the trees also sounded again.

Ning Chuan was shocked in his heart, he felt as if he had stepped into another time and space just now, but now he was back again.

He stood in place for a while, Ning Chuan sighed, and came to the place where the old road and the black shadow were just now, and the strangeness in this place had completely disappeared.

It seems that he still doesn't have that fate, Ning Chuan originally thought that he could get in touch with an unknown secret, but now those phantoms are gone, which makes him a little unwilling.

At this time, Ning Chuan's time was full of countless questions, and he cautiously walked to the grave bag overgrown with withered grass.

The cultivation of the people here at the beginning should be no less than the realm of a saint, and it is precisely because of this speculation that Ning Chuan will show a puzzled look when he sees this tomb bag, because it is precisely because he is a saint, he will not be obscure.

Unless a saint is a genius or a demon, he can succeed with penance, but the chances of that are very small, and ordinary saints must rely on a big force.

It is precisely because of this that Ning Chuan is interested in the people here, and now that he has seen this strange scene, how can he not make Ning Chuan's heart shake.

Looking at the tomb in front of him, Bao Ningchuan had a creepy feeling, a saint's lifespan is almost five or six thousand years, but such a saint actually fell for no reason.

Thinking of this, Ning Chuan walked in the direction of the thatched house, he originally planned to continue to break the level, but because of the bottleneck, coupled with the strange scene this time, Ning Chuan was still in the mood to break the level again.

At night, Ning Chuan wandered here for half a day, but it was no different from what he found during the day.

The days passed like this, Ning Chuan first cleaned up the weeds on the grave bag, and set up a wordless stone tablet, although it still looked simple, but it could be seen that it was a tomb.

Later, Ning Chuan renovated the thatched house again and swept away the dust inside, but he did not fill the house with other things, but only kept the original appearance of the house.

Then he came to the front of the willow tree, and because he had not looked too closely during the day, and the night was gloomy at night, he did not notice that behind the willow tree was actually charred black.

The back of the willow tree was split like this by a thunderbolt, Ning Chuan originally thought that this willow tree withered because it had reached the end of its lifespan, but he didn't expect that it was actually caused by a thunderbolt.

However, Ning Chuan was surprised to find a few traces of emerald green at the location of the willow tree, which was the green shoots that re-emerged from the willow tree, he didn't expect that this willow tree actually reappeared under the thunder.

Ning Chuan was not shocked to sigh at the vitality of this willow tree, and it actually appeared under the thunder, and it was reborn from the fire and became nirvana.

Then Ning Chuan generously dripped a few drops of spiritual essence liquid towards the root of the willow tree, and it was these drops of spiritual essence that made the green shoots appear more and more vivid.

After Ning Chuan finished getting the old willow tree, he walked towards the fields again, cleaned up the weeds in the fields, and then did not plant anything else in the fields, but to Ning Chuan's surprise, he found a stone table and several stone benches in the fields.

When he cleared out the stone table, there was a chessboard carved on the stone table, as if the old man used to play chess on the stone table.

Then he placed the stone table and stone bench on the other side of the thatched house, and after everything was cleaned up, the whole thatched house changed greatly, as if the dust had been washed, and the simplicity revealed a trace of the feeling of the avenue.

Ning Chuan stayed here for half a month, but he didn't find anything in this half month, and he didn't notice the scene that day, but he had a good conversation with a few hunters who often went up to the mountains to hunt.

Another half a month passed, which also made the spiritual power in Ning Chuan's body become more and more solidified and refined, and on this day, Ning Chuan looked up at the sky, only to see that the sky was dark, and the sky was much faster than usual.

A dull roar appeared in midair, and silver-white thunderbolts intertwined and scurried in the dark clouds.

It's another rainy night!Ning Chuan sighed in his heart.