The stone statue stands on a stone platform, and there is a fence around it underneath, dozens of sword cultivators who are good at a glance patrol back and forth, and those pedestrians who want to see the style of the mountains and rivers up close can only stand outside the fence.

Yun Mo came to the fence and asked a patrolling sword cultivator, "This fellow Daoist, why do you want to set up a fence, isn't it good for people to see the demeanor of the Fan Sect Master up close?"

The young sword cultivator saw that Yun Mo's temperament was extraordinary, the disdain in his eyes flashed, and he squeezed out a smiling face, and said, "This brother doesn't know anything, it's not that we don't let people admire the demeanor of the sect master," he said, turned around and pointed to the statue's right foot, "Do you see that place? Six days ago, there were four words engraved there, blood debt and blood repayment! Fan sect master is a model of sword cultivation of my generation, how can he be insulted like this?"

Yun Mo frowned slightly: "It's someone from the Demon Domain?"

The young sword cultivator was slightly stunned, and said: "Except for those demon cultivators who are immortal with thieves' hearts, who else has such courage? If you want me to say, whether it is the Sword Dao Sect or the Four Holy Lands, they are too gentle with those beasts, and it is not enough to kill one hundred people, then kill ten hundred to make an example, if it is not good, then we can kill them all, why should we be the cultivators of the Pattern Realm who are consumed in that land that has been cursed by the devil?"

An older sword cultivator suddenly said, "Senior Brother Deng, come here!"

The young sword cultivator was stunned for a moment, lowered his voice and said to Yun Mo: "Fellow Daoist, take your time, I have left beforehand." ”

Yun Mo smiled slightly: "I'm bothered." ”

"Why!" said the young man, politely, and turned and ran.

The elder sword cultivator reprimanded the sword cultivator surnamed Deng a few words, and glanced at Yun Mo with a scrutinizing gaze.

Yun Mo shook his head, not taking the offense of the elder sword cultivator to heart, looking up at the stone statue, thinking about the past of Fan Shanhe, he couldn't help but feel a little gloomy.

"All mountains and rivers are famous, but they have left a stain in the last days, so no matter what they are or who they are, they will not be perfect. ”

A slightly hoarse voice sounded behind him, Yun Mo was stunned, and almost at this moment, the qi pockets in his whole body suddenly opened, and the seven demonic vortices in his body rotated at the same time, and his right hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword like lightning.

Spirit Void Realm but can feel the changes in the breath around the body, Yun Mo, a half-step immortal, the sensitivity of the five senses is much stronger than the power of ordinary Spirit Void Realm, this person can approach Yun Mo silently without being noticed, and his own strength must have reached a very terrifying level.

"Sect Master Yun doesn't have to be so nervous. A man wrapped in a cyan robe came to Yun Mo's side, stood side by side with Yun Mo, and raised his head to look at the huge stone statue.

Yun Mo's right hand holding the sword increased a little harder, and when he turned around, he saw that this person's face was hidden behind the brim of his hat, and he couldn't see it clearly.

The stranger slowly turned around, took off his hat, and smiled at Yun Mo.

Yun Mo's clothes were windless and automatic, and his back heart was the center, pushing out like a wave.

A surging majestic sword intent suddenly exploded.

There was a terrifying fluctuation in the fortune of heaven and earth within a hundred miles of the surroundings.

"I'm not him. ”

At some point, the man's right hand was already pressed on Yun Mo's hand.

The young sword cultivator surnamed Deng, who had chatted with Yun Mo just now, suddenly turned around, but he didn't see any accidents, scratched his head, and muttered to himself in confusion: "Is it my delusion?"

The person who made Yun Mo feel like a great enemy slowly let go of his hand, and put his hat back on.

Yun Mo took a deep breath.

The look he had just seen made him feel like he was facing a great enemy, but he was sure that this person was not the person he thought he was.

"Who are you?" Yun Mo asked in a cold tone, "What does it have to do with bitter bamboo?"

The man said in a hoarse voice: "It's not in vain that you and I have known each other, I am indeed painstaking." ”

The faces of the two are exactly the same, but their temperament is different.

Yun Mo frowned slightly, "Recently, Kuzhu has made me suffer a lot, and I still have some reflex vigilance when I see you. ”

The man, who was the same as Kuzhu in appearance and figure, nodded lightly, "I am bitter and bitter, and I am Kuzhu's brother." ”

Yun Mo gripped the hilt of the black giant sword again.

He said bitterly: "I didn't come to avenge my brother, on the contrary, I came to detoxify you." ”

Hangu Pass is full of traffic, pedestrians come and go, and the countless treasures and materials taken from the Demon Realm are sent to the Shiwei Realm, and the merchants of the Shiwei Realm have also poured into the Demon Realm, even if the road in Hangu Pass is enough for fifteen horses to run at the same time, but it is still very crowded, and from time to time there will be quarrels and shouts and scolding.

The painstaking words were said very plainly and softly, as if he was whispering, but in Yun Mo's ears, it covered all the sounds of Hangu Pass, as if it was a thunderous explosion.

But soon, he calmed down and said, "Why?"

Kuzhu has a long-standing grudge with him Yun Mo, and he has a deep blood feud with himself, and he regards himself as a demon, since you are Kuzhu's fellow brother, what reason do you have to give me Yun Mo to detoxify?

Bitter smiled slightly and said, "When I save you, I also save my brother." ”

Yun Mo didn't speak, waiting for the next explanation.

Said bitterly: "Find a place to sit down and talk slowly?"

The two came to a small tea shop on the side of the road, and the owner of the tea shop beckoned the two to sit down, and after serving the tea as requested, he took a sip of tea bitterly, and then said, "From the time I regarded you as a demon, my brother was wrong. ”

Yun Mo said quietly: "Then?"

Painstakingly said, "The mysterious spirit of the bitter bamboo is called the Ghost Magic Mirror, which can be used to refine people's souls, although it is only a true treasure, but with the increase in the number of soul sacrifices, the Ghost Magic Mirror will become more and more powerful, and it can even be advanced to become a treasure, which is not inferior to the Nine Soul Seal and the Nine Treasure Babel Tower!"

Yun Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light in his eyes flashed like a knife.

Bitter Xin didn't seem to see the chill in Yun Mo's eyes, and continued: "At the beginning, the Skeleton Demon Lord brought the bitter bamboo to the Thousand Demon Caves, that is, he fell in love with the Bitter Bamboo's Ghost Magic Mirror, but the Ghost Demon Mirror is the mysterious spirit of the bitter bamboo, once it leaves the essence and blood of the bitter bamboo, it will quickly turn into a pile of broken copper and iron, the skeleton demon lord originally planned to wait for the bitter bamboo to reach the middle stage of the spiritual void realm, and then use the secret method to seize the house, but he didn't calculate that the bitter bamboo would make a move in advance and kill him on the altar with his own hands. ”

Saying that, he sighed faintly and said, "But the ghost magic mirror is too powerful, relying on the master's essence and blood at the same time, it will also take advantage of the master's weakness to fight back, when you were in the Wuji Demon Palace, a sword poked a big hole in Kuzhu's chest, Kuzhu should have died at that time, but later, the ghost magic mirror replaced Kuzhu's heart and gradually controlled Kuzhu." ”

A look of pain appeared on his pained face.

Yun Momo rubbed the edge of the teacup and did not speak.

There was a moment of silence.

After a long time, he said slowly, "It is precisely for this reason that Kuzhu will devour a large number of demon cultivators' souls and become a demon eater, it can be said that before the battle of Hangu Pass, Kuzhu was already a puppet of the ghost mirror." The Ghost Mirror feeds on the souls of the gods, and has absorbed the essence blood of hundreds of thousands of people in the Battle of Hangu Pass, and has advanced from a true treasure to a treasure. ”

Yun Mo's eyes narrowed slightly: "Those four blood men and that blood sedan chair?"

Painstakingly nodded: "Those four blood people, or blood slaves, would be more appropriate, they are all made of the ghost mirror condensed by the essence of hundreds of thousands of people! The ghost magic mirror, which has been advanced to the ultimate treasure, has completely transformed the bitter bamboo into a puppet, if he is not rescued from the control of the ghost mirror......

At this point, the bitter voice began to tremble.

Yun Mo tapped lightly on the table and asked in a cold voice, "What good is it for me that Kuzhu is alive?"

Kuzhu regarded him as a demon in his heart, and tried to kill him again and again, such an enemy, what reason did Yun Mo have to save him?

Painstakingly drank the tea in the cup: "Once the Ghost Mirror refines Kuzhu's body and soul, there will be no one in this world who can limit it, and at that time, its destructive power may not be lower than that of the original Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, whether it is the Decline Realm or the Demon Domain, it will face a catastrophe." ”

After being silent for a long time, Yun Mo finally raised his head and asked, "Why should I believe you?"

Said bitterly: "I will first expel the blood poison in your body, and when your strength recovers, I will naturally not be your opponent, and when the time comes, whether you save it or not, it is up to you to decide." ”

The autumn wind blew through Hangu Pass, blowing cold the tea in the cup.

On the wide avenue outside the small tea shop, there are still people coming and going.

Yun Mo stared at the tea that had not been touched from beginning to end, as if he had seen the sea of blood flowing from the battle that day.

After a long time, he asked a question that seemed a little unbounded, "What does it mean that the beastmaster is coming, and the end is coming?"

Painstakingly stunned slightly, bowed his head and pondered for a long time before saying, "In the ancient prophecy of the Demon Domain, there are sayings of the apocalypse, and there are also sayings of the people who should be robbed, but as for what the end times will look like, there is no detailed record, according to my guess, it is either the ghost mirror that has become a treasure and lost control, or the beastmaster." ”

Before Yun Mo could ask another question, he continued bitterly: "In the past few years, whether it is the Shiwei Realm or the Demon Domain, more and more fierce beasts have appeared, these fierce beasts are not from the former Great Demon Realm, not from the Demon Domain, nor from the Shiwei Realm, as if they appeared out of thin air from another realm or even another world, I don't know much about these fierce beasts with transcendent strength, the only thing I know is that they all claim to be subordinates of the Beast King. Perhaps this apocalyptic catastrophe will also be fulfilled in the so-called beast king. ”

A month later.

At Hangu Pass, a majestic sword intent rose into the sky, and the clouds of the Nine Heavens rolled endlessly.

In the face of this vision of heaven and earth, merchants and cultivators who came and went thought that it was the manifestation of the mountains and rivers, and they knelt down to the stone statue one after another.

On the cliff, watching the crowd of black oppressors bowing down to the stone statue of Fan Shanhe, Yun Mo smiled slightly.

He said bitterly: "Fan Shanhe has already died, why is Sect Master Yun still willing to help him? Presumably, people like Fan Shanhe will not mind the name of the person who is in front of him. ”

Yun Mo said: "I have very few people in Yun Mo's life, Brother Shanhe is one of them, he doesn't care about reputation, I care, the disciples of the Holy Sword Sect care, and the 100,000 sword cultivators in the Shiwei Realm care." ”

He said with painstaking emotion: "Sect Master Yun, you can also be a gentleman." ”

He spoke calmly, but there was tension in his eyes.

Yun Mo held the black giant, slowly rubbed his fingers on the hilt of the sword, and said: "Since you helped me detoxify the blood poison, I will help you save the bitter bamboo, although I Yun Mo don't want to be a gentleman, but at least I won't break my word." ”

As he spoke, his figure flashed, and he turned into a rainbow that rose from the ground and swept towards the north.

Looking at Yun Mo's figure, he clenched his fists subconsciously and painstakingly, "Brother, you must wait for me!"

A dark forest 60,000 miles away from Hangu Pass.

Although the Demon Domain is vast, only one-third of the places suitable for human cultivators to live in, and most of the rest are the territory of the dark race.

The Dark Forest is located in the north of the Demon Domain, from west to east, traversing almost the entire northern territory of the Demon Domain, and further north from the Dark Forest is the Arctic Ice Field.

The Dark Forest was like a barrier to block the chill of the Arctic Ice Field, but the Demon Cultivators didn't have a good impression of it, because the beast tide that caused great damage every year originated from the Dark Forest.

This is a cursed forest, and even the most daring demon cultivators dare to operate on the edge of the forest.

It's still autumn in the south, but heavy snow has begun to fall here, and soon the ground is covered with a thick layer of white white.

The more than fifty tents were gathered together, blocking the howling cold wind.

Fang Miao added an arm-thick branch to the fire, splashed more than a dozen sparks, flew into the air with the smoke, and disappeared into the snowflakes in the sky.

Although the Dark Forest is full of dangers, it is still much better than the Warcraft Mountain Range, which only has one Hangu Pass to pass.

There are at least three safe roads leading to the Far North Ice Sheet.

However, the security mentioned here only applies to this kind of large team with hundreds of people, and there is at least one Spirit Void Realm powerhouse in charge.

And the road that everyone is walking on now is located in the westernmost part, and those who often beg for a living on this road are called taking this road and calling it Chuangxikou.

Fang Miao has been walking on this road for more than 20 years, and his reputation is very good, coupled with the contacts and experience accumulated over the years, he gradually pulled up a team of more than 500 people, and also invited a Spirit Void Realm powerhouse.

When the fire lit up, Fang Miao crushed a dried leaf, put it in a copper tube, lit it with fire, took two sips, and slowly spit it out.

"Little brother, come and take two puffs. Fang Miao handed the copper pipe to the young man beside him.

Mixed into the team, Yun Mo, who used a pseudonym instead of his real name, was not polite, put it to his mouth and took a sip, and immediately coughed with smoke choking.

There was a burst of good-natured laughter beside the fire.

"Uncle Miao, you're bullying people again!" said a young man with a scar on his face.

"Go, go!" Fang Miao glanced at him, then turned to the young man and said, "Don't listen to their nonsense, this leaf is a three-fire grass, although it is only a first-grade spirit grass that is not worth a few dollars, but it is definitely a good thing to ward off the cold, this dark forest is cold to death, and it is very evil, people who walk this path all the year round will use this to ward off the cold, otherwise the cold will stay in the body, and when they are old in the future, they will inevitably suffer." ”

The young scarface asked, "Then Uncle Miao, are you expensive this year?"

"Stinky boy, do you want to smoke again?!" Fang Miao said angrily, then turned to Yun Mo and said, "Little brother, guess how old I am this year?"

Yun Mo thought for a moment and asked, "Fifty?"

Fang Miao, whose hair was already half-white, shook his head and stretched out three fingers, "I just turned thirty last year," said and sighed, "I have followed my master on this road since I was ten years old, and twenty years have passed, this road is not easy to walk, although I make money, but I will lose my life!"

Yun Mo nodded, not knowing how to answer.

After chatting a few more words around the fire, Fang Miao beckoned everyone back to their tent to sleep and rest.

Before leaving, Fang Miao glanced meaningfully at the man who had been wrapped in a green robe and was silent.

Yun Mo and Ku Xin lived in a small tent together, which was a special treatment for these two guests.

In the tent, Yun Mo casually set up a soundproof barrier and asked, "Why do you have to be with this group of people?"

"I feel it, the bitter bamboo is in the depths of this forest. ”

Yun Mo frowned and asked, "And then?"

Bitter Xin was silent for a moment, and said in a solemn tone, "I can feel him, and he can naturally feel me, so I can only hide my aura through these people, at least not let him escape before we find him." ”