Kunyun Mountains, Dize Forest.

Three hundred meters to the southwest, there is a non-conspicuous cave in the overgrown area, which is difficult to spot if you don't pay attention.

The ordinary outside the cave can't be more ordinary, there is nothing to say, but when the line of sight passes through, into the cave, what catches the eye is called a majestic atmosphere.

The interior space is as big as it gets, and it is colorful and overflowing, giving people the wonderful artistic conception of being in a dream.

His eyes kept exploring the depths, and at a distance of three or five hundred years, there was a stone platform with an unpredictable image, which was covered with mottled traces of time.

The stone walls here are extraordinary, and compared with the outside, they are not many grades worse.

Moreover, there is a fishy smell in the air here, as if some creature has accumulated rancid stench for many years and returned to dust.

The smell is as unpleasant as it gets.

It's a place where no one has set foot on it, and there's not the slightest trace of anyone coming, and some, just the silence of the depths.

But in such a place that is so silent that it is dead silent, a person has inexplicably appeared at this moment. A young man who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old appeared here at some point, in the center of the runes on the stone platform.

The stone platform is engraved with dense runes, shimmering and shining, as if it has a living life.

The runes flowed, as if they had just been painted, in stark contrast to the mottled and cracked surface of the stone platform.

The mottled stone platform is cold, and when you put your hand on it, you can make people shiver involuntarily.

The deathly silence remains.

Then, the young man looked down at the pattern under his feet, stunned. The dead silence around him, which can cause ordinary people to hallucinate, seems to have no effect on the young man. After a few breathing cycles, the young man knelt down on one knee and gently stroked the blood-colored lines with the palm of his right hand.

When the blood streak was caressed by the young man, it emitted light, warm and not in a hurry.

Here, where there is still a saying of time, there is only a long and eternal.

It is said that there are many treasures in the Kunyun Mountains, and all kinds of opportunities and miracles may be encountered at any time. There used to be ordinary people with mediocre qualifications, but when they arrived in the Kunyun Mountains, they accidentally took shit luck, and since then they have become martial arts masters, achieving a force and dominating a place.

There are also natural fools, after straying into the Kunyun Mountains, they have obtained greater benefits than the sky, not only are they smart, but they also have a great increase in strength, and they have won the peak of refining spirit in one day.

In addition to these opportunities, if you are lucky in the Kunyun Mountains, you can also find extraordinary things such as high-grade divine armor and martial arts cheats.

In short, if you want to soar in the daytime, the carp jumps over the dragon gate, and it must be the best choice to go to the Kunyun Mountains.

Among the dead leaves, a black armor had been dormant for most of the day, and finally there was movement. Not far away, there was a golden half-walk half-docked, and at the moment of approaching the black armor, the black armor that suddenly burst out of the dead leaves bit the lifeblood of the throat, and could not escape, and finally completely disappeared under the poison.

There was a rustling sound among the leaves, and a group of people came in groups.

An ordinary-looking young man took the lead, with light steps and a slightly cold demeanor. The inky black suit shook, and the young man fell to the ground with one foot, and suddenly stepped on a dry branch.

At this time, the young man also stopped, but did not look back, just frowned and stared at the misty fog ahead.

In the crowd, the red-armored woman also frowned slightly, and Wen Yu's palm couldn't help but clench the scabbard.

"Fang Mo, why did you stop suddenly, it's just an ordinary mist?!" The brocade-clothed boy who was five or six people behind Fang Mo glanced at Fang Mo, who was blocked by others, and then lowered his eyes and pulled out the short sword in his hand.

The dagger is only a third of the way out of its sheath.

Fang Mo didn't answer, the boy in brocade who drew his sword frowned, unhappy in his heart, but he didn't say anything, just sent the sword into the sheath fiercely, sonorous and piercing.

Although the boy in brocade hates Fang Mo in his heart, he also knows the strength of this person, and he should not make something out of nothing to tease everyone. For this reason, the boy in brocade just sent the sword back to the sheath and looked away, out of sight.

The woman in red armor glanced at the brocade-clothed boy, took the pink water bag from her waist, sent it to Tankou, and drank the spring water in the bag in one gulp.

As the leader of the team, Fang Mo knew that he had a heavy responsibility and did not dare to relax. He glanced back at the crowd, and then turned his gaze to the forest mist.

The fog in front of me is brilliant and beautiful, like a dream. But such a beautiful scenery made Fang Mo tighten his eyebrows again. I didn't see Fang Mo's action, but his sleeves were already agitated and jumping, and under such a qi machine, the black sleeves of his clothes swayed without wind, puffing up like balloons.

The colorful mist in the forest rolled, and the atmosphere was quietly heavy.

The blood lines on the mottled stone platform were vertical and horizontal, and in the flow of blood and light, I saw a young man's palm falling lightly. The moment the man's palm touched the blood lines, the entire cave suddenly became clear, and the glow was staggered.

The ground movement in the cave is untenable, and looking at the stone platform, it is even more violent. However, the young man's demeanor was calm, and his eyes did not fluctuate. It's just that the man's body is wonderfully consistent with the earth's movements, as if it were one.

From the beginning of the earth's movement, the man slowly closed his eyes, and for a moment, he seemed to have completely calmed down, and the situation was like being one with the cave, with the heavens and the earth.

Heaven and man are one.

Time seems to stand still, and the streamer rises suddenly. The moon is white and the glow is like thousands of goddesses, flying around the stone platform, graceful and colorful.

At this time, standing under the mottled stone platform, it was extremely difficult to see the man on the stage for half a minute.

The passage of time is invisibly slow to the extreme, not much different from stillness.

The handsome man came from Bamboo Leaf Castle, a large and prosperous city. The mountain is not high, and there is a fairy name. Bamboo Leaf City may not be the largest and most prosperous city, but it is expensive because it has high-ranking people.

You must know that the strength of the Lin family in Bamboo Leaf City is top-notch. And the strongest person in the Lin family is an old man who has been in the age of several sixties.

Not to mention how powerful the old man is, there are now many talented people among the juniors of the Lin family. Lin Shuirou, the daughter of the Lin family, is definitely a genius, eighteen years old, beautiful as a flower, not to mention, martial arts are superhuman one, two, three, etc.

The second son, Lin Yi, behaved average at first, but when he came into contact with the Xuan Array, he directly made the masters of the Lin family, who had lived several Jiazi, sluggish for a long time.

Lin Kun, the son of the Lin family, is too mysterious compared to the two.

When he was three years old, Lin Kun was a martial artist of the sixth grade, and when he was four years old, he was already terrifying to the peak of the martial arts realm, and everyone was shocked when they heard it.

However, the road is not passable, and the gas is not smooth. When Lin Kun arrived at Jipin, many people thought that he would rise to the top and start the journey of Xuanli that countless people had dreamed of.

However, due to Lin Kun's memory, Jing Xuan and many other necessary resources for cultivation were sealed, which also caused Lin Kun to be unable to condense his Xuan power.

Twelve years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Lin Kun set off alone with his luggage and walked towards the Kunyun Mountains step by step, with various delays on the way, and only arrived in the mountains after three months.

The reason why Lin Kun went to the Kunyun Mountains was, to put it bluntly, because he couldn't condense his mystical power. Although the family didn't say it, Lin Kun knew it in his heart, and they were not optimistic about themselves.

For this reason, Lin Kun must come to the Kunyun Mountains.

The beads and rain become a line, especially late.

Lin Kun rubbed his shoulders, and a touch of blood stained his palms red.

Half an hour ago, Lin Kun competed with a young man in Zhuye City, and the other party was a master of condensing Xuan power, and Lin Kun, who did not yet have Xuan power, was naturally defeated, suffering a big loss and suffering some skin injuries.

Lin Kun, who dragged the injured home, fainted before he reached the door of the house.

If Lin Kun continues to be unable to condense his Xuan power, his life is destined to be uneventful, like water flowing by. As a teenager who has experienced vicissitudes of life, he knows the crux of the problem deeply.

Coming to the Kunyun Mountains, whether it is a blessing or a curse, is not yet known.