Chapter 60: Monk of Demon Cloud Ridge

The man frantically froze for a while, then his expression became sluggish, and then he slowly sat down cross-legged, like a stone sculpture, and did not move. If you have already read this chapter, please move on: New Dagger Qi Chinese novel xinЫqi - read the latest chapter "Without the help of the soul fixing grass, this soaring stream is not easy to walk." Someone sighed, and someone asked, "This man is finished," and "The soul is lost, leaving only a walking corpse." Hehe, maybe it will turn into another soul-fixing grass. Someone sneered, but it only caused a few sighs. After that, no one paid any attention to the hapless monk.

Yang Yi shook the sleeves of his robe, walked a few steps and turned back with lingering palpitations. Zhou Moyang retracted his gaze and silently raised his steps. The monk sitting cross-legged in the Flying Stream, still alive, had slowly merged with the cold fog around him.

The further you go, the more similar stone carvings there are in the stream, and some of them are only roughly humanoid. These monks who have lost their souls will one day turn into stones, and perhaps, they may really turn into a soul-fixing grass.

Eighty miles have passed since the hundred-mile-long Feisheng Stream, and the sky is getting darker and darker. In the wind, there were more monks sitting cross-legged in front of them. Yang Yi's scalp was numb, and his face was pale. He chased after Zhou Moyang, the figure sitting on the ground, and said with difficulty: "Senior Brother Zhou." How can such a broken place be called Feisheng Stream, according to my burial place, it is not much different, and it is almost the same as a chaotic burial stream. ”

Before Zhou Moyang could speak, a figure on the ground in front of him turned around, which frightened Yang Yi and almost screamed. "Noise." After the man on the ground let out a sneer, he glanced at Yang Yi and snorted disdainfully: "It's really embarrassing to build a foundation and cultivate in the later stage." If you want to survive, get back as soon as possible. ”

At this time, the situation in front of Yang Yicai, there were no less than hundreds of monks in front of him, not people who had lost their souls, but monks from various immortal sects in the Heavenly Dome Continent guarding here, they should be waiting for the opening of Da Luo Tian, and he was busy silent.

At the end of the mountain stream was pitch black, with endless winds blowing and chilling. The further you go, the higher the monk's cultivation becomes, and the figure is relatively rare. So many monks crowded here, enduring the invasion of the yin wind, just for the opening of the Great Luo Heaven.

Zhou Moyang turned around and said to Yang Yi: "Senior Brother Yang, do you want to wait or turn around and leave," Yang Yi snorted angrily and replied with action. He found a place and sat cross-legged. Seeing this, Zhou Moyang also sat cross-legged beside Yang Yi, his hands were sealed, and he sat quietly to breathe. His divine sense did not dare to go far, but only searched around.

At this time, as if before dawn, the sky was like ink, but the cold air came in bursts, and there were ghosts crying wolf howls, which hit the heart and made people feel terrified. The spiritual power operated, and he quietly sacrificed a golden light shield and hid it under his clothes, protecting his front. Zhou Moyang held his breath and kept one, not moved by external objects.

The cold air came from everywhere, and the palpitating coldness made Yang Yi, who was uncertain, a little unable to sit still, and wanted to turn around and run back, leaving this cold place early, but the inexplicable persistence made him grit his teeth and hold on. Even if there is a soul fixing grass to protect the body, the soul is temporarily safe, but the chill to the bones is surging, and the unbearable cold still makes people shiver.

It's almost there. In a few hours, Da Luo Tian will open the door, and countless heavenly and earthly treasures and fairy realms will be bent over. The light of Nanai is passing little by little. I don't know when, at the end of the flying stream, there was a sudden shaking like a mountain. Many monks in the stream looked at it intently.

At the end of the inky black mountain stream, a huge gate of light appeared, and a dazzling light suddenly leaked out, like the rising sun, and like a hole in the long-hidden sky. The moment that dazzling light appeared, people couldn't help but close their eyes, and they couldn't wait to look at it again.

"It's finally on." Yang Yi's teeth chattered, and he squeezed out a sentence tremblingly, and there was a sense of happiness in his words. Zhou Moyang was unmoved, but lowered his head by the bright light. With a layer of frost on his body, he slowly got up and sighed softly. The crowd stirred, and many of the monks rose and moved slowly towards the light at the end of the mountain stream.

Looking around, Zhou Moyang walked forward with the crowd. The further I went, the brighter the light at the end of the mountain stream grew, and I had to shrink my eyes. From time to time, a figure flashed away at the light gate, urging everyone's footsteps to speed up unconsciously.

I went forward three or five miles, and I was like day. There are vaguely familiar figures, among which there are many people in Zixiao Palace who have not been seen for a long time, as well as Ouyang Junxiu's enemy. Naturally, what catches the eye is also the white clothes of Na Shengxue. When those figures disappeared into the light, the monks around Zhou Moyang suddenly quickened their pace, and some people performed the Wind Resisting Technique and rushed away.

"Senior Brother Zhou, it's better to be sooner rather than too late at this time. You and I will meet in the sky. Yang Yi came out from the side, turned around and shouted, and then rushed forward flexibly. Yi's figure disappeared in front of him, and Zhou Moyang's feet were unhurried. Will the passage to Da Luotian be closed for a while and a half, so why be so anxious.

As we got closer, a tall cliff blocked the end of the mountain stream. The dazzling and dazzling light gate turned out to be a hole a few zhang in size, with brilliance blooming, forcing people to open their eyes. Zhou Moyang turned around, and saw that there were not many monks behind him with different expressions, and hurriedly ran towards the entrance of the cave. He hesitated at his feet and continued on his way.

After walking a short distance, I was bathed in a strong light, and I could feel a strong gravitational pull coming from the entrance of the cave. Zhou Moyang took another step, and suddenly felt that his body was light, and he flew forward. At the moment when the brilliance flowed, the objects in front of him changed, and Zhou Moyang, who was secretly paying attention, felt that his feet were on the ground, and he hurriedly jumped forward, not forgetting to pay attention to look around. When he fell again, his expression changed, his feet were fast, and his figure jumped up again.

A flash of lightning flashed, and with a "boom", it hit the place where Zhou Moyang had just stood, and the gravel splashed, and the momentum was amazing. In mid-air, Zhou Moyang looked down. It is a shoal, not far from a deep pool, surrounded by low forests and hills. And what is astonishing is that on the shallows, there is a monster with a long snout, sharp teeth, wearing hard armor, and an ugly face. Its head and tail were no less than five or six feet, and layers of electric light flashed around its body, and it was raising its head and glaring.

It's, "The thunder salamander is here." With the shouting, several figures rushed to the river in the distance. Thunder salamander. This is the only ancient thunder salamander that exists in the canon. There are still blood stains on its long tail, which should be injured. While secretly thinking, Zhou Moyang's figure slowly fell.

Xu was alarmed by the shout, and the thunder salamander's thick body turned, and its stubby and powerful limbs sped up on the shallows, and before the people in the distance could rush to the front, it plunged headlong into the deep pool, and the water splashed and disappeared.

, this thunder salamander should have been besieged by monks, and after fleeing here, he regarded himself as an enemy, so he stepped forward indiscriminately to take revenge. If you weren't careful, I was afraid that if you stepped into Da Luotian, you would suffer a dark loss. It's just that this beast is also alert, and if something goes wrong, he turns around and runs away.

"This is Da Luotian," the sky is still white, but the scenery on the ground is much more vivid, at least with streams and mountains and forests, the aura is becoming more and more intense, and when you breathe, you can feel the comfort of your limbs.

"It's still a step too late." Several monks in the late stage of foundation building dressed in black robes came to the edge of the pond, helpless in the face of the deep pool of hundreds of zhang in size, and couldn't help but complain one after another.

"This pool of water is unfathomable, and the thunder salamander takes advantage of the geographical advantage, and you and my cultivation can deal with it. Bah. It's really unfortunate to be a fellow disciple and still work in vain. The man who spoke was a middle-aged monk with a grim face. This person walked back and forth by the pool, unwillingly, suddenly thought of something, and turned his head suddenly

At this time, Zhou Moyang was standing not far away, he was not interested in a few monks who were hunting thunder salamanders, but when he saw that the other party was all dressed in black robes, he couldn't help frowning. When he was about to leave, he heard someone shout, "Stop me." ”

Zhou Mo raised his eyebrows and asked, "This fellow Daoist called me," "Hmph." If you hadn't scared the salamander away, we wouldn't have worked in vain to leave your storage bag as compensation. Seeing that Zhou Moyang was just a mid-stage cultivator, the middle-aged monk couldn't help but move his mind. Hearing this, the two companions also exchanged glances with a heart, and no longer paid attention to the thunder salamander, but spread out from each other and slowly surrounded each other.

"A few of them must be fellow Daoists of Demon Cloud Ridge. Could it be that he wanted to take the opportunity to do this plundering act," Zhou Moyang did not look panicked, and bluntly revealed the other party's intentions. The man sneered, and said as a matter of course, "You have eyesight. Even if you know our identity, you don't obey it. ”

Taking a step back, Zhou Moyang asked: "In the crape myrtle fairyland, there are many fellow people from various immortal sects, how can you Demon Cloud Ridge act recklessly," the man had not yet responded, and someone on the side laughed, and said quite proudly: "The current crape myrtle fairyland, it is really my Demon Cloud Ridge that I say the same, the young master of the public has already ordered, and those who disobey are ......."

"What are you talking about with him," the middle-aged monk became angry, interrupted his companion loudly, and scolded impatiently at Zhou Moyang: "Asking you for a storage bag is already an extrajudicial favor, if you don't know what to do, you will regret it too late." ”

There seemed to be something in the other party's words, but for some reason, Zhou Moyang thought of the situation when the Hundred Sects were destroyed, and his heart sank. Without the restraint of rules, even if you are a monk, your true nature is revealed. If there is an unknown trick hidden in the meantime, this trip to Ziwei Wonderland is really uncertain.

Seeing that he was about to surround himself, Zhou Moyang shook his head slightly, but his expression moved. He spotted the void, and his figure suddenly rose and fled into the distance. "You still dare to escape." In a fit of rage, the middle-aged monk and his two companions hurriedly chased after him with his sword, but a few figures had just risen, and the other party had turned into a faint figure and disappeared, where could they still catch up.