The sudden collapse of the mine caused the entire mountain to sink in an instant.

The bloodless Dongluo hugged Luo Le, glanced back, and rushed forward, the huge earth and rocks behind him tumbled and crowded the deep mine tunnel.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Dongluo, and as soon as the blood landed on the ground, the originally cold and damp mine tunnel instantly froze.

Although the cold qi contained in this mouthful of blood was far less violent than the one that erupted when the true dragon qi of the Snow Clan was extracted by Chen Baxian, because there was a lot of deep and cold underground water in this mine, the temperature was so low that it was not far from freezing, and with the injection of his cold qi, the mine was frozen in an instant, and the degree of solidity was no worse than when he was in the Snow Clan.

Like a bull turning over, the earth and rocks that were still tumbling violently finally calmed down after a few struggles under the soothing of the ice.

The earth and rocks stopped rolling, and the mine became peaceful and calm in an instant.

The only remaining mine road that was running in the winter finally regained stability, and the original tense heartstrings gradually relaxed. What followed was a stumbling under his feet, his eyes were dark, and he fell down instantly with Luo Le in his arms.

When he fell, he seemed to still have some consciousness left, he first touched the ground with his right foot, flipped his whole body, and smashed his back straight on the frozen ground.

Wisps of cold air diffused in the mine.

Running back and forth, I can't get out.

Luo Le put her hands on the ground and stood up, along the way, she could naturally break free from the young man's embrace at any time, but she didn't.

She knew that after enduring that sword light and sword qi, the young man in front of her was already at the end of the crossbow, if she struggled again, maybe this young man's body would be the first to be unable to bear it, and then the tight heartstrings would break instantly.

If you are not careful, you will die.

Luo Le hurriedly took out two pills from the mustard seeds and fed them into the young man's mouth, as the pill entered his body, the young man's already pale face gradually had a trace of blood.

With her eyesight, she could naturally see how powerful that sword light and sword qi were, and a single sword light and sword qi was definitely not something that an acquired Five Realms cultivator could block, but the young man in front of her not only blocked it, but also survived, which had to be said to be a miracle.

But it seems that the fact that this boy has survived until now is already a miracle in itself.

Luo Le didn't dare to move his body at will, if he accidentally caused secondary damage to his body, it would be troublesome.

She had already fed Dongluo the best pill she had secretly brought out from home to Dongluo, and if she still couldn't recover from his vigorous blood-boiling physique, then she would have no way to recover.

There were no drops of water on the walls of the mine, and the entire mine was extremely quiet. The rock formations are covered by a thick layer of ice, which is crystal clear and delicate.

Luo Le walked along the mine road for a distance, but did not walk to the end of the mine road, there are some forks along the way, but most of them have collapsed and blocked, and the only few are still smooth and do not know where to go.

You don't have to think about it to know that no matter how tortuous the mine road is, with the collapse of the mountain, the exit must have been blocked.

If you want to survive, you have to find a new exit.

Although there are so many things that a cultivator can do, no matter how much he does, in front of nature, he is still a child who flies up and down.

It is easy for cultivators to open mountains, and it is not difficult to reclaim the sea. However, with Luo Le's current shallow martial arts cultivation, it was really difficult for her to dig a new mine path leading to the surface.

She didn't dare to stay outside for too long, she was afraid that Dongluo would suddenly wake up and not find her. So she was looking for an exit for a while, and then going back to see the winter fall.

Dongluo didn't wake up, but his complexion was gradually improving. The breathing gradually became more even.

This is also a rare piece of good news.

Luo Le's desire to sit still is not a solution.

When Dongluo's face was a little ruddy, she carried Dongluo on her back and began to look for a way out along the long mine road.

Although Dongluo is a man, his body is too thin, and he is only a little better than Luo Le, so she doesn't feel it difficult to carry Dongluo on her back.

Besides, how to say that she is also half a martial arts cultivator, she can still afford this weight.

One by one, the mine roads are cleared, collapsed, and come to an end, these are not considered a way out.

Only those who can continue to move forward can barely be called a way of life, a way of living.

After several twists and turns, he has walked through almost all the mine roads that can be walked, but there is still no kind of unexpected surprise that the mountains and rivers are doubtful and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and the village is bright.

Some are just endless roads, and there are mines at the end of the corner.

But a life with life on its back still hasn't given up on life.

She was still looking for a way, and she thought that if there was really no way out in the end, even if she was digging up, she would have to dig a way out.

In the distance, there were dripping water on the mine wall, and the boy who was lying on her back moved slightly.

She hurriedly put the winter fall down.

Dongluo coughed lightly, woke up leisurely, looked at the girl who was staring at him with wide eyes, and said weakly: "There is a beautiful woman with you when you die, whether you make money or not, but you definitely don't lose money." ”

Luo Le exhaled lightly, "You just want to die so much?"

The boy lying on the ground thought about it seriously and said, "Sometimes I really think about it. ”

Luo Le didn't know what to say.

You can't just think about some things, you have to put them into action.

Naturally, she said these words, but now is not the time.

Luo Le took out another pill from the mustard seed, handed it to the young man, and said, "This is my last pill! ”

Dong Luo took the pill handed over by the girl, and stuffed it into his mouth without looking at it, "In the situation we are in now, it doesn't seem to matter if we eat this pill or not, because whether we eat it or not, the hope of surviving seems to be very slim." ”

The first thing he woke up to was different, although they were still in the mine, there were still many differences between the mine.

Since Luo Le has been looking for the exit behind his back for so long and still hasn't found it, it may be difficult to find it again.

His eyes trembled and he stood up against the wall, grinning, "Keep going! there will always be a road ahead, there should always be a road." No matter how slim the hope is, there is still hope. ”

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......

The blood on Zhang Wendao's face has disappeared.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Changqing who was standing in front of him.

Zhao Changqing's eyes seemed to be a little cloudy, and the whole person looked a little wooden, which was more honest than the previous shrewd calculation.

Zhang Wendao tapped the index finger of his right hand on Zhao Changqing's eyebrows, Zhao Changqing trembled all over, and there were words in his mouth, which seemed to be an extremely ancient and complex spell.

Zhao Changqing read as he read it, and Zhang Wendao's lips also moved, and his lips opened and closed and gradually reached an agreement with Zhao Changqing.

The voices of Zhang Wendao and the two of them were subdued and frustrated, sometimes big and sometimes small, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, like a Zen sound throughout the ancient temple in the deep mountains, as the voices of the two of them gradually unfolded, a black altar suddenly appeared under the body of Zhang Wendao sitting cross-legged, and a black broadsword was obliquely inserted on the black altar, and the black gas of the knife body was surrounded, and the evil spirit was exposed.

High in the sky, there was a blood-red sky, and blood-colored clouds surrounded the black knife on the altar, like the heavens guarding and the stars watching.

Under the altar is a nine-story platform, each of which has nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, and on each step there are two armor soldiers, each of whom has a county bronze mask on his face, and on some of the masks, there is a faint patina, as if they have been standing on this nine-story platform for a long, long time, and they want to leave something to prove its existence.

The armor soldier held a cupola lance in his hand, and hung a long knife at his waist, as if it had existed forever, standing still.

The incantation in Zhang Wendao's mouth became more and more urgent, as if it was like a shower of rain hitting Bajiao, and it was like an iron horse stepping on a glacier.

Rapid.

In such a hurry that I couldn't really hear anything.

Only the sound of a rushing wind whistling by.

There was only a rush of thunder and lightning.

A thunderbolt suddenly sounded in the blood-colored world, and the bronze armor soldier who had been like an eternal armor suddenly moved, and the sky-piercing lance in his hand slammed the steps in unison.

One person's kowtow may not be nothing, and it may not be heard, but the kowtow of 10,000 people cannot be regarded as a light kowtow, and it can only be said to be deafening and deafening.

The sound of a light knock was accompanied by an infectious roar.

"Dayu ......", "Dayu ......", "Dayu ......"

This low roar seemed to be echoing the shallow singing of Zhang Wendao and the others.

After the armor soldier roared nine times, the spell in Zhang Wendao's mouth disappeared, and the Scarlet World disappeared with it.

Zhang Wendao slowly withdrew the index finger that was on Zhao Changqing's eyebrows, and slowly opened his eyes.

The turbidity in Zhao Changqing's eyes disappeared, and was replaced by a clear one.

Zhao Changqing glanced at Zhang Wendao tremblingly, and hurriedly knelt down and said, "Meet the Nine Shadows ......"

"Shut up. Zhang Wendao said sharply: "The deity can bring you back from the dead, and it can bring you back to death." Remember, you are not allowed to call the deity by his name in the future, you are not worthy. In the future, you will still be called Senior Brother Zhang. ”

Zhao Changqing wiped the sweat from his forehead with some fear, "Yes, Senior Brother Zhang, thank you Senior Brother Zhang for saving your life." ”

Zhang Wendao kicked Zhao Changqing on the head angrily, kicking him to a very far place.

Zhao Changqing didn't know what he had done wrong, or what he had said wrong, which angered Senior Brother Zhang in front of him, so he only kowtowed to the side and begged for mercy.

"Get up, you should be proud that you are prostrate at the feet of the deity. Zhang Wendao's voice came coldly, "Tell the deity everything you know about that young man." ”

Zhao Changqing was pardoned, Zhang Wendao told him to get up, and he didn't dare to kneel down again.

If it was in the past, he felt that kneeling would be kneeling, as long as he lowered his posture, he couldn't be wrong.

Bi Jing is like this in the world, no matter how high or low his ability is, he likes the worship of others, he likes others to face him with a low profile, and he likes the feeling of being high.

But now he doesn't think so.

It's not that Zhang Wendao doesn't like the feeling of being on top, it's that he doesn't like the worship of an ant, his gaze either falls on the flat outside, or on a high place, but never on a low place.

He thinks that ants, as long as they are obedient, are fine. The rest doesn't matter.

If you are disobedient, it will be a big deal, and you will be trampled to death.

In this world, there will only be a shortage of people in high positions like him, and there will never be a shortage of ants.

Ants are everywhere, and if one group is trampled on, another group will naturally make up for it.

Zhao Changqing hurriedly told all the news he knew about Dongluo, and he didn't dare to delete it at will, nor did he dare to add oil and vinegar.

Zhang Wendao pondered for a moment and then said, "Are you saying that he is just a mountain and a wild cultivator?"

Zhang Wendao seemed a little incredulous.

Is that young man really a Shan Ze Ye Xiu? A Shan Ze Ye Xiu can stop his Da Yu Knife?

That's impossible.

Even if he didn't believe in the strength of his current body, he wouldn't fail to believe in the knife.

Because that knife is called Dayu.

Zhao Changqing nodded, "Before I decide to do something to a person, my Netherworld Sect will find out the eighteen generations of their ancestors, and if you provoke it, you can provoke it, and if you can't afford it, you can endure it, and you will provide it." Before Uncle Lin decided to do something to him, we checked that he was indeed just a mountain and wild cultivator from Weicheng in the northern Xinjiang of the Great Zhou Dynasty. ”

Zhang Wendao asked, "Then have you checked out the eighteenth generation of his ancestors?"

Zhao Changqing snorted, and said with a somewhat embarrassed expression: "I checked it, I can't find it." I only know that he is from Weicheng, grew up in Weicheng since he was a child, and came to Luoyang City only a year ago, and stayed at a relative's house in Luoyang City. Until there was a conflict between Qin Tianjian and my Netherworld. ”

Zhang Wendao sneered and said: "Saying that you are a waste is really more than a waste, this kind of person will be an ordinary person? I can't find his ancestor for eighteen generations, could it be that he fell from the sky? It's not that you can't find it, but someone has erased all traces of his existence." ”

Zhao Changqing hurriedly knelt on the ground.

Zhang Wendao kicked Zhao Changqing in the face again, "Get out of the way and kneel." ”

Zhao Changqing really ran to the side and knelt up.

Zhang Wendao stood with his hands in his hands, looked up at the sky, and there seemed to be a knife looming in it between the opening and closing of his eyes.

At the same time, there was also a middle-aged man in the Great Zhou Heavenly Palace who raised his head, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Da Yu Dao, if your body is here, I can't say that I will have to show a little strength to entertain you well, but now you dare to look at me directly with a wisp of sword soul." I really don't know whether to live or die. ”

A black chess piece in the middle-aged man's hand landed on the chessboard with a snap, and many black and white chess pieces were placed dotted on the chessboard.

The chess game is intricate, many chess pieces that have no gas to be out of the game look vibrant at the moment, and many chess pieces that seem to be full of anger across the world are lifeless.

The chessboard under the black and white chess pieces is not a criss-cross line, but a map of mountains and rivers.

The black chess piece in the middle-aged man's hand fell, and landed on a huge abyss in the mountains and rivers, and the black qi in the abyss was vertical and horizontal, and a son fell, and this abyss seemed to be unable to bear the weight of this chess piece, and suddenly sank several points.

The middle-aged man clapped his hands contentedly, and then picked up a transparent chess piece from the mountain and river diagram, his fingers slightly forced, as if he wanted to crush it out of the game, but after thinking for a while, he gave up this plan and put it back in the chess basket.

The middle-aged man then took out a gray chess piece from his sleeve and muttered to himself: "Since Chen Ba first took him out of the game, I will help you set up this big chess game." Then you're going to have to grow up soon!"

The middle-aged man smiled with satisfaction, and looked down at the dotted mountains and rivers, as if he was hesitating to leave the chess piece in his hand.

In the secret territory of the Dragon Gate, the blood stains on Zhang Wendao's face that had disappeared appeared again, and they were more numerous and denser than the last time, and his eyes were instantly bloody.

"Who is standing behind him?" Why don't I know this person?" Zhang Wendao did not have the slightest frustration in his heart, but seemed to arouse the infinite fighting spirit in his heart, "I don't believe that he will die in that mountain like this, as long as he is not dead, then our struggle has just begun." ”

This time, his gaze no longer dared to fall on a high place, nor did he dare to fall on a flat place, but fell to a low place.

Zhang Wendao looked at Zhao Changqing and said, "Zhao Changqing, do you know why the deity saved you?"

Zhao Changqing shook his head, "I also ask Senior Brother Zhang to make it clear that I am willing to smear Senior Brother Zhang's liver and brain, and I will not give up." ”

"You don't dare to quit. Zhang Wendao said: "When you go to Jia Qing, go and tell him that I can cure him, but I want his life." ”

Zhao Changqing didn't dare to ask more, nor did he dare to think about it, so he hurriedly took the order.

If he didn't know Zhang Wendao's true identity, he would still have some thoughts, but when he knew Zhang Wendao's true identity, he had no idea.

I don't dare to have it, and I don't want to have it.

After Zhao Changqing left, Zhang Wendao spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person lay on his back on the ground, motionless.

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......

On a large golden river, there is a ferryboat as big as a mountain moving gently.

There were only three people on the ferry, an old man in white, an old Confucian in a green shirt, and a young man.

The old Confucian in green shirt and the old man in white sat opposite each other, and the young man stood behind the old Confucian in green shirt with a respectful expression.

The old man in white stroked his beard and said, "I have already entered the realm of knowing fate at a young age. Brother Xue really gave birth to a good grandson!"

Regarding the old man in white's praise of the young man, the old Confucian in the green shirt seemed to be very happy, even happier than praising himself, and the old Confucian in the green shirt laughed and said, "Then Brother Luo doesn't have any greeting gifts for the juniors?"

The old man in white seemed to have expected this, only to see him take out a bottle of pill and throw it to the young man: "This is the water pill condensed from the essence of Luoshui Water Transport, and it is still a little useful for consolidating the realm of knowing fate." ”

The young man took the pill, and he couldn't hide the joy in his heart and said, "Thank you, senior Luo." ”

The old man in white nodded.

The ship fell silent again.

The old Confucian in green shirt stood up, walked to the deck, looked at the golden river in front of him and whispered, "Brother Luo, where do you say the ten million li Luo River should eventually flow?"

The old man in white appeared beside him at some point, "This Luo River is the Luo River of the world, and it should naturally flow to the world in the end." ”

The old Confucian in green shirts asked again: "Then how should you deal with the Luo Shen clan?"

The river breeze blew the sleeves of the old man in white, "Although my Luo Shen clan occupies a god word, my Luo Shen clan is the Luo Shen clan in the world, and it will only be the Luo Shen clan in the world." ”

The old Confucian in the green shirt turned his head to the old man in white and saluted solemnly, he knew what the words of the old man in white meant today.

The old man in white accepted it calmly.

The old Confucian in green shirts knew that he received this gift for the entire Luo Shen clan.

The old man in white stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the surging river in the distance, and suddenly asked, "I heard that Zhang Tuling's reckless man went to Beiju Luzhou?"

The old Confucian in green shirt nodded, "It's a trip to Beiju Luzhou." ”

The old man in white said with some yearning: "I'm afraid that this trip to Beiju Luzhou will demolish the clan land of several clans, smash the temples of several countries, and destroy the ancestral halls of several clans!"

The old Confucian in the green shirt said with a smile on his face: "No way, who told people to cultivate high and have hard fists!"

The old man in white looked up at the sky, "Xue Yurou, you say, if the truth of the world is in the hands of people with high cultivation and hard fists, then what do you want us scholars to do?"

What else do you want us to do as scholars?

Of course, it's who has a higher cultivation and whose fists are harder!

It's hard to reason with them!

The old Confucian man in the green shirt laughed and threw out a pot of wine to the man in white, "Come, toast you, toast me, toast this bullshit world 10,000 cups." ”