The night rain has not stopped, the mountains are cold, even if you wear rainproof night clothes, it is cold, Li Hao is very careful in doing things, everyone is a peer, the vigilance is unusually high, and Xiao Yanda and other old colleagues who have been fighting on the front line all year round have more extraordinary perception.

So out of the west courtyard, Li Hao simply walked out of the mountain gate, circled around the Liuyun Temple for most of the circle, and came directly to the back mountain, at the foot is the highest building of the Liuyun Temple, the Zangjing Pavilion, the three-storey small building is unique, the roof ridge is high, the roof paved with black tiles is very steep, and the situation in the backyard corridor can be observed on the other side of the ridge.

At this moment, Xiao Yanda is also like Li Hao, sitting on the bamboo chair with a golden knife, but the angle has changed slightly, and there is a large teacup and a pistol that have almost drunk water on the tattered incense case next to him, holding his cheek raiser with one hand, the whole person is motionless, I don't know if he is asleep or wandering.

There are four fixed posts around the corridor, as well as two mobile posts, the location of all the posts Li Hao is very clear, he is lying on the roof of the building, through the dense rain curtain and dim lights, the scene of the entire corridor is in full view, Xiao Yanda is indeed asleep.

Faced with this situation, Li Hao couldn't help but be a little disappointed, but at the same time, he was also relieved, Xiao Yanda didn't have the best thing, and no one wanted problems with his peers, especially in this weird and unpredictable battle situation now, Li Hao really couldn't think of anything wrong with Xiao Yanda.

The rain is still falling, Xiao Yanda has been sleeping, and he is sleeping very sweetly, Li Hao is like a black tile on the roof that blends into the night, staring intently at the corridor, his personality is focused, even rigid, if the old man Dong does not take back the order, he will always stare at this senior, although this behavior makes him very conflicted in his heart.

More than an hour passed unconsciously, Xiao Yanda still had nothing abnormal, just changed his hand to support his cheeks, although such behavior during the duty process was lazy at least and violated discipline at worst, but other than that, there was really nothing worth keeping an eye on.

Suddenly, Li Hao's eyes were shaken, just like the ripples he saw when he was on duty, the faint light changes, hazy and unreal, and soon returned to normal, in fact, from his point of view, he couldn't see the spatial rift, and he couldn't understand why this happened.

Under the rainy night, the dim light does bring a lot of inexplicable little troubles, Li Hao thought about it, and slowly released his divine sense after a little hesitation, as a low-level cultivator who has not yet attained the Dan, his divine sense is weak and pitiful, but he also ignores the angle of vision, and really observes everything he needs to see.

Everything is normal around the corridor, facing the two fixed sentry posts on the east side, the brothers on duty are still in good spirits, and the big blue glass is quiet, Xiao Yanda's sleeping posture is quite indecent, his legs are crossed, one hand is on his cheek, and the other hand is hanging at will, seemingly lazy, but in fact he is extremely vigilant, and if there is a slight disturbance, he will jump up from the bamboo chair like a spring, which is the basic quality of the old secret service.

Li Hao sighed that Xiao Yanda was in his fifties, still maintaining a very standard figure, the muscle lines on his body were not out of shape at all, and he charged at the forefront like a guy every time he fought, and the combat quality he had cultivated over the years was also very remarkable for Li Hao from the perspective of a cultivator, and he even believed that even if he used his supernatural powers to approach quietly, he might not be able to completely paralyze Xiao Yanda's tense nerves.

With such a feeling and cognition, Li Hao planned to call it a day tonight, but when his divine sense slowly swept across the range of the bamboo chair, his body suddenly stiffened, and then sweat rained, and he saw an extremely regular triangular light and shadow, blood-red, just under Xiao Yanda's body.

The triangle is just a flat section, but it is three-dimensional, the induction of divine consciousness is clear, it should be a triangular prism without a spire, and Xiao Yanda's lying body is obliquely inserted in the triangular prism, a very grotesque and unreasonable picture, but it makes Li Hao's heart beat faster, and the muscles in his body tremble uncontrollably, he can't say why, he just suddenly thought of a very terrible triangular altar.

That's a legend of the division, a master named Xue Qifeng, whose cultivation has reached the realm of the god transformation period, in the travels, he found a huge triangular stone platform in the desert north wasteland, the whole body is black, all the facets are extremely flat and smooth, like a knife and axe, the edges and corners are sharper, faintly revealing a sharp atmosphere, such a natural geometry is rare.

Feeling that it contained an extremely evil and bloody aura, Xue Qifeng stopped to observe, preparing to trace back to the source, and then seal or simply destroy this thing, so as not to breed bad things for a long time and bring disaster to the world.

Soon, Xue Qifeng found a cave not far from the triangular stone platform, the entrance of the cave is very small, the internal space is very large, deep underground, there is a more incredible hall, there are all kinds of strange things piled up everywhere, there are columns, square platforms, mounds, all kinds of things that look like tools, and even castings similar to houses and ships.

These things are all black or gray-black, I don't know what material is made of, extremely hard and heavy, and the style is completely consistent with the triangular stone platform outside, all the objects are angular, extremely geometric beauty and coldness, which exudes a violent ferocity, full of bloody atmosphere, so that Xue Qifeng is alarmed.

The most peculiar thing is that the black curtain hanging from the dome of the main hall is like a pennant hanging vertically, as far as the eye can see, there are about hundreds, and there is a blurred light and shadow pattern in the center of each pennant, like a huge eyeball staring at everything in the hall, and it is difficult to distinguish the details with Xue Qifeng's cultivation.

He carefully touched one of the pennants with his divine sense, and the sharp sting pain in an instant made Xue Qifeng almost scream, his divine sense was being torn and cut, which then caused the Yuan Shen to be unstable, and the thin curtain contained a huge force, as if it was about to suck his Yuan Shen out of his body.

After all, Xue Qifeng's cultivation is profound, the two fingers of his right hand quickly merged into a sword technique, and a majestic vitality pointed at the blurred light cluster in the curtain, and the qi pierced into the black curtain like a sharp sword, and with a bang, the surrounding space exploded, and the turbulent air flow actually formed a small whirlpool, making the entire hall shake, and he took the opportunity to cut off his divine sense.

There was an earth-shattering roar from the light cluster, and a pair of blood-red claws poked out from it, dancing wildly, like a demon in the abyss, it seemed that the prey that was extremely unwilling to get out of control wanted to break free from the shackles of the light group, but finally exhausted its strength and slowly retracted into the light group.

Xue Qifeng spurted out a mouthful of blood, the injury was not light, just by the moment just now, he saw clearly the things in the light group, it was a very hideous monster, to be exact, a mass of irregular flesh and blood, suddenly able to stretch out limbs and heads, but after retracting, it seemed that there was nothing, just a mess of meat, he realized that these ghost things were absolutely extraordinary, and quickly exited the cave, while using secret methods to report to the same door, while searching and understanding the situation nearby.

It was a pity that there was no human population in the depths of the wasteland, and there was no one to be seen within a hundred miles of this place, where did these black creatures come from? how long had they been? what kind of harm had been done? Why had he never heard of it, etc., he did not know anything, only a strong intuition told him that these evil things must be destroyed, or there would be great disaster.

Xue Qifeng didn't feel at ease to leave, always feeling that something would happen at night, but he was by no means a rigid person, and he withdrew a full ten miles away, waiting to join his companions.

Sure enough, when the crescent moon disappeared into the clouds, the triangular stone platform changed, and a red light rushed out of the hidden cave and fell on the stone platform, and the red light gradually condensed into substance, just like the molten iron that had just been poured out, overflowing from the platform to all directions, and then infiltrating down along the three sections, the pitch-black stone platform gradually became red, and the sky suddenly remembered a dry and unpleasant sound, as if someone was reciting some scripture or mantra silently, and the chanting was in a hurry, and it seemed that he was singing some song intermittently.

The wasteland suddenly blew a violent wind, the dark clouds in the sky gathered more and more, the clouds above the stone platform began to rotate slowly, with an extremely eye-catching red light on the triangular stone platform rising into the sky, the swirling dark clouds went crazy, and the rapid whirlwind set off a monstrous sound, and then, a huge black sphere condensed in the center of the whirlpool, and the red light like blood inside was tumbling and roaring.

Such a terrifying scene made Xue Qifeng's scalp tingle, and he faintly felt that his mind and soul were stirred by this huge whirlpool, and then he was dragged and pulled, he suddenly realized that he had actually been locked by this strange triangular stone platform, from the moment he stayed here in the afternoon, but he didn't notice it at all, and actually had the courage to go to the cave to check, even if he suffered a heavy blow, he still couldn't do anything.

At this moment, Xue Qifeng clearly realized that with his strength, not to mention sealing and destroying the stone platform, even if it was to escape, it would become a luxury, and he regretted calling his fellow sect very much, so he resisted this terrifying gravitational force on the one hand, and wrote down this brief experience with the secret method of the sect, condensed it into a flying sword with his mental power, and quickly fled, with the intention of warning the fellow sect not to come again, and to avoid it far away.

Two days later, the sect came to find the flying sword left by Xue Qifeng in the wasteland, which was already dimly about to be annihilated, but he did not heed Xue Qifeng's warning, and stayed in the wasteland for three months, but he never looked for the triangular stone platform and cave described in the flying sword, and naturally he did not find Xue Qifeng.

This secret story was later recorded by Xue Qifeng's apprentices, and it existed in the sect's 'one hall', and non-descendant disciples could not read it, and nearly three hundred years had passed when Li Hao saw this rumor.

This adventure and unsolved case of the ancestors made a deep impression on Li Hao, and he even repeatedly saw the appearance of the triangular stone platform drawn by Xue Qifeng's disciples, which was very similar to the blood triangle under Xiao Yanda's body, ordinary people could not see it with the naked eye, and it was difficult to perceive the energy fluctuations contained in it, but Li Haoneng, he even heard a terrifying sound, like a heavy object falling and bouncing, or the heartbeat of a behemoth.