Ziran was silent, he didn't know how to answer Xia's words, because he didn't know what happened in those years ago, and he couldn't make an evaluation of those things. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Moreover, he also felt that he really didn't have the qualifications and ability to talk about those things with the man in front of him who looked young but his eyes were full of depth and vicissitudes.

The things Xia said were also very vague and general, and Ziran didn't understand them very well, but he knew very well that Xia was just unintentionally telling him about them, and there was no need to explain and discuss something with him.

Ziran didn't say anything, but he seemed to see something in Xia's eyes.

Xia took a sip of wine and was about to say something, but when he saw several figures appear under the big tree not far away, whose branches and leaves spread almost half of the valley, he smiled and said nothing.

Xia saw this scene, and Ziran had been paying attention to the movement over there, and he wouldn't be unaware.

Ranchuan was also under that big tree.

Zi Ran's heart sank slightly, he knew that he was in trouble, and Ran Chuan's identity was really exposed.

Even if he didn't know the history that happened hundreds of years ago, he knew that the culprit that caused the situation of the elves today was the demons.

It is also worthy of being a gifted race, even if it is an enemy of the whole world, it has paid the price of almost extinction, but it has also greatly damaged the vitality of the whole world, and some other races will never recover, just like the elf race today.

But it is precisely because of this kind of strength that the world is extra vigilant about the existence of demons, if those demons in the dark corners are allowed to recuperate and recover, if they really resurrect, then who can stop them from becoming strong this time?

The elves love peace in the sky and can't fight, but after that war, why wouldn't they try to leave some means of self-preservation?

Ziran didn't want to conflict with the elves, he had a lot of blood on his hands, and he didn't want to get any more blood from the elves.

Ziran turned his eyes slightly and looked at Xia.

Xia Ji is extremely unfathomable, I don't know who it is, but he can easily appear here to drink, and he knows so many secrets, he must not be an ordinary person, the elves should approve of him, and maybe they are very respectful to him.

Maybe Xia can solve this problem easily.

Xia squinted slightly, as if she didn't see Ziran's gaze.

Zi Ran retracted his gaze, he knew that Xia must have seen his gaze, but he ignored it, and just wanted Zi Ran to deal with this problem by himself.

In fact, he didn't know how to solve the problem.

Ziran was a little hesitant, a little hesitant, and a little dazed.

But the mood lasted only for a moment.

Looking at the atmosphere not far away that was becoming more and more tense, and the elves who were always ready to fight with Ran Chuan, Ziran was not hesitating, nor was he hesitant or dazed.

Ran Chuan is his companion, a friend, and a brother who can live and die together.

At the beginning, under that city, facing Lin Xie, whose realm strength surpassed them by a few streets, they were all fighting side by side, although their swords were broken, they survived.

In fact, in this world, it is often not the so-called love that can give life for each other. It doesn't need any deep friendship, and it doesn't take any family affection.

Maybe it's just for a sword, a knife, and kill a few people together.

It's like in the abandoned post station in front of the green mountain, like the ruins of the riotous city, like under the loess city gate in the heavy rain, like in front of the demon hunters in the mountains.

It's like now, too.

Ziran smiled, shook the long knife in his hand, and then rushed over.

In the dim sky, the goose feather snow kept falling, and the ground was already covered with heavy snow, and it was white.

This season is obviously the most unbearable season in summer, and this time is obviously just after noon, and the day is at its peak.

But it was so cold and snowy, like winter, and the sky was dark, like night.

The wind and snow kept falling, and there was silence.

In the snowstorm, a monk suddenly ushered in.

The monk looked very young, the monk's robe on his body was a little shabby, the simple robe he was wearing was also a little tattered, his figure was a little thin, the thin monk's robe was poured into the cold wind, his expression was very resolute and calm, and he couldn't see the cold.

The monk held a string of seemingly ordinary prayer beads in his hand and continued on his way.

In the snowstorm, not far in front of the monk, another figure appeared.

It was a middle-aged man, dressed in an ordinary cloth coat, and he didn't feel cold.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to see the monk in front of him, his expression was gentle and calm, and he continued to walk.

There was some kindness on the monk's calm and resolute face, but more than that, it was solemn.

The monk folded his hands together and turned the unpretentious rosary in his hand, his lips moving slightly, but he did not make a sound.

The middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged and continued to walk forward, his steps calm and steady.

The monk was not moving forward, he stopped, the rosary in his palm turned faster and faster, his lips kept moving, and his expression became more and more solemn.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to pay attention to this, and he continued on his way.

He walked up to the young monk, side by side.

In the snowstorm, there was a sudden golden light.

A fence appeared in front of the middle-aged man, and it was a fence door.

Looking at this fence gate, the middle-aged man's complexion finally changed. But it wasn't fear, it was some emotion.

He knew very well that this golden fence was one of the most advanced methods of Buddhism, because a long, long time ago, there was a monk who cultivated to the extreme horror to use this trick on him, and at that time, it was indeed trapped for a long time.

At the beginning, the monk was indeed powerful, and even he had to give birth to some admiration.

This fence is called the Golden Prison by the Buddhists, but he likes to call it Fan Cage.

This young monk seemed to him to be pretty good, and the golden prisoner even had a bit of a look like the man he had been, and if he had been given enough years, he might have been able to reach that person's level, but not now.

Even if the monk might be able to get to that point, he still doesn't feel threatened or wary. Then again, there are probably only a few people in this world who can make him feel threatened and wary.

This golden prison is very strong and strong, but he was trapped in that monk's cage for so long, and he still came out, how could this cage trap him?

Of course, he couldn't trap him, because he had been in the cage for a long time, and he could return to nature.

He put his hands on the golden fence and pushed it casually and naturally.

It was as natural as when he pushed open the fence in front of his house many years ago.

The golden fence disappeared, and the middle-aged man walked over without a pause.

Burst!

The monk spurted out a mouthful of blood and landed on the simple string of prayer beads.

His lips were no longer moving, and his rosary was no longer turning.

His lips were bleeding, then his nose, and then his eyes and ears.

One of the most profound methods of Buddhism, and it is also his most profound method.

The Golden Prison Technique, which he had spent nearly his life's strength, was destroyed by the middle-aged man so lightly, and the damage caused to him was unimaginable.

The monk sat weakly and slowly on top of the snow, blood spilling from under him, staining the snow red.

The middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged, his gaze fell in front of him, as if he had fallen in the confused wind and snow, and then he raised his steps and continued to walk forward, leaving footprints, and then quickly covered by the wind and snow.

In the snowstorm, there seemed to be a sound of music, covered by the wind and snow, and it was inaudible.

The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head, disapproving.

He lifted his foot again and landed on the white snow, crushing the fluffy snow, which squeezed and made a small creak.

The music suddenly burst on!

The music hidden in the wind and snow seems a little cheerful, a little excited.

His move requires certain conditions to be triggered, and the squeak of the middle-aged man's foot on the collapsing snow is the best trigger condition.

And the person who triggered this condition is him, so how powerful will this move be? How can he break what he triggered himself?

The cheerful and exciting music came to an abrupt end!

Indeed, this joy made up in the wind and snow is indeed very strong, especially since the person who triggers this condition is the one who is attacked by this formation, so how can it be solved?

Quite simply, the man didn't have a solution.

From the very beginning, the man directly broke the musical formation.

The person who arranged this move hidden in the wind and snow thought that that kick was the most perfect condition to trigger his formation, but in fact, the squeak made by that kick directly destroyed his formation.

The middle-aged man continued to walk looking ahead.

In the wind and snow, several ethereal breaths intertwined, and then retreated and dissipated.

They knew very well that this person was too powerful, and they were extremely horrified to find that even with their existence at the pinnacle of this world, they were no match for that person at all.

Their own realm is already the limit of this world, but that person has crossed this limit, and he is no longer limited, it is infinite.

The wind and snow became more violent, and the night became darker.

The middle-aged man walked forward calmly, and his figure disappeared into the wind and snow.

In the bright and majestic Nightless Mountain, in the deepest place behind the Hall of Light, there is an underground palace.

In the depths of the dungeon, it was dark.

The dungeon looks ordinary, just like the mountains and rivers outside, with soft light, verdant trees, and flowing streams, it is ordinary and beautiful.

There can be such an ordinary environment in the dungeon, and where is it really ordinary.

There was an old man standing quietly, like an ordinary old man in the mountains in a daze.

In front of the old man, there was an expressionless man in black, silent.

……

After all, the elves are not a fighting race, and I don't know if it was because of the Xia who was ignored by them, or some other unknown reason, Ziran took Ran Chuan away very easily.

To Ziran's surprise, Ran Chuan had already taken the Fountain of Life and no longer had to worry about his injuries, which made Ziran breathe a sigh of relief.

Ziran looked at Xia, who had no one to drink by himself, and bowed seriously.

The elves watched Ziran and them from a long distance, but for some reason, they didn't come.

Natsu drank the liquor in the pot, and suddenly after a slight pause, he stood up and looked at the far north, where the sky met the infinite mountains, magnificent and beautiful.

Natsu's gaze was extremely deep, and he looked in that direction, as if he could pass through those spaces. Natsu was silent.

Ziran was silent for a moment, then saluted Xia again, left the elf clan with Ran Chuan, and then galloped through the mountains and forests.

He is a natural demon hunter, and his body is stained with countless blood of the big demon, and now he has entered the realm of cultivation and has become even stronger, Ziran will not be afraid of the big demon in the forest.

Moreover, this is also the effect deliberately created by Ziran.

Under the city gate in the scorching sun and heavy rain a month ago, Ziran and Ran Chuan met a person, and they were hung and beaten by that person, and there was no room to fight back.

Ziran is a very young man, and he has no taboos on weekdays, except when he really needs him to be calm, he has always been very indulgent and uninhibited.

But in the depths of that indulgence, there is also a trace of stubborn pride and indelible faith.

Ran Chuan has always been calm and silent, but this silence is also sticking to the proudest pride in his heart and the infinite firm belief.

But what little pride there was was trampled on not so long ago.

Under the hooves of that group of powerful knights, Ah Qi's feet.

It was right under Lin Xie's fist.

After all, it is a young and vigorous young man, and he will not choose to give in after all.

And the countless powerful demons in this mountain are the best means they use to increase their strength.

If cultivators are outsiders in the eyes of the world, gods and immortals, then Sleepless Mountain is the worldly places in the eyes of cultivators, and those who are at the peak are the real gods and immortals.

There are countless powerful sects, but the Sleepless Mountain is dominant.

has not unified the world's several sects, but is also the master of the world's several sects.

Of course, there are a few exceptions.

Sleepless Mountain released a piece of news that spread throughout the cultivation world in just a few days.

The mountain gate of the mountain is opened, and the selection is carried out and the disciples are recruited. This is undoubtedly the most important news.

For countless years, the Sleepless Mountain has always existed, and no one knows how many people there are in the Sleepless Mountain, because they have never formally recruited disciples, which is equivalent to not introducing fresh blood, it is hard to imagine how the Sleepless Mountain is so powerful, is it really the most pinnacle of people to support the Sleepless Mountain?

They are all legends in the cultivation world, and they seem to have lived for an infinite time, do they still plan to live like this?

Now recruiting disciples, could it be that Sleepless Mountain is finally unable to maintain such a powerful and decaying body? Finally in need of fresh blood?

Countless people still don't know why.

On a peak in the depths of the Nightless Mountain, there are two beautiful figures.

Ah Qi sat on the ground casually, not caring at all that this posture was extremely indecent, she stroked a strand of hair floating in front of her smooth forehead, looking at the lazy sunset in the sky, and the beautiful Danfeng's eyes narrowed slightly.

"The fact that the Sleepless Mountain has officially begun to recruit disciples shows that the hall master and the master of the sect are really aware of some problems." Ah Qi said.

"We can't solve these problems." Zi Yan stood quietly behind Ah Qi and said.

Ah Qi was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Actually, it is you and me who can really solve these problems. ”

Zi Yan was silent.

Yes, the hall master and the head of the sect are old, but they are still young. The old people could not continue to support this behemoth, and it fell on their shoulders.

Their shoulders are fragile and tender, but they are also strong.

A beautiful smile appeared on Zi Yan's soft cheeks, she had always known what Zi Ran wanted to do, and now she was able to help him, because she was already ahead of her.

In just one month, Zi Yan's realm has broken through to the peak of the Guihai realm, and she can enter the fourth realm at any time.

Ah Qi's expression was a little emotional and amazed, it was worthy of a physique that even the hall master felt amazed, it was really powerful.

Ah Qi's realm has also improved very quickly, and now it is the middle realm of the fourth realm. As the granddaughter of the hall master, her talent is also amazing, watching Ziyan's pace getting faster and faster, Ah Qi also has pressure, and pressure is the driving force.

……

In some unknown place, there is a secluded valley.

The valley was unusually barren, without a trace of verdant greenery, except for a few dead trees, which were dark and gloomy.

It's called the Glen.

"Buye Mountain has actually begun to officially recruit disciples, interesting, can't those old things sit still?" In a dark cave, a flirtatious voice came out, and in the darkness, a slightly handsome face could be faintly seen.

"What are you going to do?" A hoarse voice rang out from the darkness deeper.

"It's a great opportunity, have you forgotten? What is our purpose? Said in a flirtatious voice.

There was silence in the darkness.

The handsome man smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth and said, "Fish." ”

In the darkness, a figure completely shrouded in black robes appeared beside the handsome man, bowing his head slightly.

"You know how to do it." The handsome man said.

"Yes." A black figure faded into the darkness.