"You understand?"

Lu Ming was silent, looking at Yi Qiushui who was out of the dust in front of him, his eyes were very complicated, there were both curiosity and doubts, he was difficult to understand, what mission Deathwing shouldered, hundreds of generations of Deathwing traveled the world alone, and for millions of years, he persistently moved forward, just to find someone. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yi Qiushui's expression is equally complicated, with sadness, with loneliness, millions of years, the successive generations of Deathwing have carried a heavy responsibility to move forward in loneliness, the prosperity of the world has nothing to do with them, they can only watch coldly, and do their best to pass on the heavy responsibility from generation to generation, and now, the true inheritance of Deathwing has been cut off long before him.

He belongs to this village, under the guidance of an old man, he has obtained the inheritance of Deathwing, embarked on the path of cultivation, obtained the long life of the immortal cultivator, and also carried the heavy responsibility of Deathwing, groping forward in loneliness, he doesn't know how the Deathwing of the past generations endured the endless loneliness, perhaps it is precisely because of this that the Deathwing of the past generations has a perverse personality, and only acts according to the preferences of his heart, setting off countless bloody storms in the world of cultivating immortals.

Fortunately, there is this village, this village entrusts all he has, he guards this place, does not let any existence disturb the peace and tranquility of this village, he likes the children here, he likes everything here, but it is also torture, watching them grow up, get married, grow old, die, generation after generation, endless reincarnation.

For a long time, for a long time, the two looked at each other speechlessly.

"The tragedy of millions of years is finally coming to an end."

Yi Qiushui let out a sigh of relief and said, "Follow me up the mountain." ”

Lu Ming knew very well what kind of mountain Yi Qiushui was talking about, it was not a mountain in front of him, where he could not see the end at a glance, and the top of the mountain was shrouded in layers of clouds and mist, but the deeper part of the endless mountain range, the higher place of the infinite clouds and mist, the top of the cloud and sky, which was known as the "top of the sky".

Keep moving along the mountain path, cross the mountain stream, pass through the clouds and mist, you can see the spiritual spring gushing everywhere, the elixir is numerous, you can see the spirit birds soaring in the sky, the spirit beasts running, and the turtles are diving in the spiritual spring, and the flying carp is out of the mountain stream......

This is a paradise, a fairyland, no matter who it is, it will be three feet old when he sees this holy land, although Lu Ming has not seen a super spiritual vein, but he feels that this place will only be thousands of times better than a super spiritual vein.

The view of Tianyun Mountain is bare, only the top of the mountain is dotted with some flowers and plants, the whole is a war fortress, although the aura is rich, but the aura of this place is richer than the Tianyun Mountain, I don't know how much, everywhere is the aura condensed into fog, gathered into liquid, the spiritual spring waterfall falls in the mountain stream.

Everywhere you can see countless tens of thousands of years, 100,000 years or even millions of years of spiritual plants and immortals like weeds, such a holy place, full of the wonder of heaven and earth, but no one here to open a sect, build a cave and build a house, and no monk here to pick up spiritual plant immortals, as if the top of this cloud does not exist in this world, not known.

"Could it be because Deathwing is entrenched here, so no one dares to scratch the tiger's whiskers and invade this place?" Lu Ming guessed, but this didn't make sense at all, such an immortal holy land, even if no one dared to openly open a sect here and occupy this place, it was inevitable that a monk would sneak into this place.

"Sizzle...... Isn't this the sixth-level elixir phoenix on the Tianyun Battle List? There are dozens of trees growing here, that's ...... Silver thread dragon pattern, seventh-level healing elixir silver dragon flower. Lu Ming gasped, his heart moved.

From the fourth-level elixir at the foot of the mountain, to today's sixth-level elixir everywhere, there are occasionally seventh-level elixirs, any one can be exchanged for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of spirit coins, and they are all priceless, most of the sixth-level elixirs are auctioned in order to maximize the benefits, although the reserve price is only tens of thousands of spirit coins, but they are often auctioned hundreds of thousands of spirit coins, not to mention the seventh-level elixir, which is really rare for thousands of years.

You must know that Jian Feiyang is a powerhouse of the Yuan Infant Seventh Heaven, and the monthly income of the sect for several years is only nearly ten thousand spirit coins, and any sixth- or seventh-level spirit grass here is enough to fill the huge spirit coin demand of the Chaos Bell, no, it is the gluttonous bell.

The high-grade elixir in the immortal cultivation world is too scarce, the growth environment is too hard, it grows one by one, there is almost no such thing as patches and patches, the grass and trees are dying and flourishing every year, and the elixir is no exception, but this place is completely unreasonable, the sixth-level elixir grows in patches, and the seventh-level elixir is clustered in clusters.

Yi Qiushui's expression moved, his heart was clear, and he said meaningfully, "The sacred mountain has a spirit, and what you get will have to pay." ”

"There is a spirit in the sacred mountain, what do you have to pay for what you get?" Lu Ming's body stiffened, he gasped, and his heart was cold, like a basin of cold water, pouring down from his head, extinguishing the heat in his heart, this sentence revealed too much information.

"There is a spirit in the sacred mountain, is the legend true?"

Located at the top of the cloud sky between the human race and the demon race, it is the natural dividing line between the human race and the demon race, the legend is that when the flood is broken, the pillar of heaven collapses, a small section falls here, forming a grand scene here, now it seems that the legend is true, the air is filled with a faint coercion, which makes people awe-inspired, the higher the up, the more powerful the coercion.

Lu Ming secretly rejoiced in his heart, fortunately, he had Zhao Rusong's 100,000 spirit coins to the bottom, and he had never been tempted by those fourth-level and fifth-level elixirs, and took the liberty of picking them, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

Just imagine, what you get has to pay, if you pick the legendary phoenix grass that can make the strong man above the seventh heaven of the Yuan Infant continue to live for decades, that vitality, Lu Ming is afraid that it will turn into white bones in an instant, and it is not enough to repay the abundant vitality that can make people rejuvenate.

"Isn't there a strong man who drives the weak monk to come and pick it?" Lu Ming asked, what you get is what you have to pay, this is simply a big loophole for the strong, you can forcibly force the weak monks to come and help him pick the elixir he needs.

Yi Qiushui smiled faintly, and pointed to the seventh-level healing elixir Yinlong Flower in the sixth-level spiritual grass on the ground, "These seventh-level elixirs are all brought out from the depths of the mountain range by those self-righteous strong people who drive the weak to come and pick them, but there are spirits in the sacred mountain, and those self-righteous strong people not only failed to obtain the elixir they needed, but also died well, and over time, this place has become a taboo place, and no one cares about it." ”

"No good death?" Lu Ming muttered to himself.

Yi Qiushui nodded, "Yes, there is cause and effect in the dark." ”

"There is a spirit in the sacred mountain, and there is cause and effect in the underworld." Lu Ming thought about it, there is a spirit in the sacred mountain, and the countless elixirs here are the cause, and then the spiritual grass is taken away by the divine mountain is the result, this is simply the fishing law enforcement of the sacred mountain, and these spiritual grasses are like the bait of the sacred mountain, and the willing person takes the bait.

Lu Ming followed behind Yi Qiushui step by step, no matter whether it was a seventh-level elixir or an eighth-level elixir, or even a ninth-level elixir appeared in front of him, in Lu Ming's eyes, it was a trap carefully woven by the Divine Mountain, and one wrong step would give away his small life, after countless life and death crises in the Wasteland and Void Spirit Island, he valued his own life more than anyone else,

In a short time, we have reached the top of the mountain.