Zhu Chonglou looked up, the small houses were still in a hurry, and there was no shortage of wine and food, and everything was as long as it was before.

It's just that he, Zhu Chonglou, has a certain inexplicable feeling, that is, he feels that everything has not changed, but it seems to be changing everywhere and different everywhere.

In the mountains deep at the end of the mist, on a bunch of standing peaks, the peaks have no head, not headless, but have been given a mountain to live, leaving a wide platform empty.

On top of this platform, the masonry of the mountain is paved.

On top of this neat open space paved with blue bricks, there is a majestic tower, standing tall.

The tower is five stories high, and the tower body on the first floor is the widest, and it is stacked on top of each other in turn.

In the layers of towers, the milky white candle lamps of arm thickness and palm length are neatly arranged in turn, and the cyan lights on them are swaying.

The lights are strong and weak, high and low.

If you look at it carefully, there is a thing sealed in the candle body, which is a jade plaque.

The thorn jade plaque of Thorn Mountain is actually a double number for each jade plaque, and the monk holds one side, and the candle body in this tower will also seal the upper side, and the two echo each other.

In some ways, it is similar to the ancestral hall in the Zongzi Mountain to worship the soul lamp, of course, these jade plaques are naturally not as retained as the soul lamps of the ancestral hall to retain a wisp of the soul of the monk itself, and can achieve the mystery of resurrection from the dead, but it is still possible to distinguish whether the monks holding the jade plaque are dead or alive from the strength of these candles.

On the third floor of the tower, there is a hunchbacked old man holding a big red lantern, with sparse hair and a thin body.

The old man staggered, and he needed to catch his breath at a step, probably because his eyes didn't seem to be too good, otherwise he wouldn't have walked around with a big red lantern in plain water.

There are not many candles placed on these three floors, and there are thirty or forty of them.

The old man holding the red lantern does his daily job to record the lights on and off.

The old man, who was already walking very slowly, stopped, stretched out his thin palm, picked up a candle lamp, looked at it, put it down and picked it up.

Because the candlelight is flickering and flickering, and it is in a state of flux.

The old man put down the red lantern in his hand and pinched the candle lamp fiercely, so the green jade plaque with the pattern of three thorn bushes on the side of the candle fell into the old man's hand.

First stared at the green jade plaque and looked at it, and then the empty palm of the other leaned into his arms and took out a jade plaque engraved with five bushes of thorns.

The old man first stacked the two jade plaques on top of each other, and then closed his eyes tightly, and his soul went out of his body and probed into the jade plaque.

The two jade cards are in line with the other two jade cards.

Before long, the old man, who had been fine, suddenly began to sway and float in his whole body, and began to bleed from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.

The appearance is terrifying.

At this critical moment when it was decided that this cultivation was definitely not low, and the old man of the town tower who was at the peak of the Xuanhuang realm was at the threshold of life and death, a middle-aged man put his broad palm on the old man's shoulder.

The middle-aged man did not penetrate it with his divine sense like the old man, but used a mysterious method to cut off the power of those divine souls that the old man penetrated into the jade plate.

The old man stumbled and fell to the ground.

The bleak-looking old man did not wipe the bloodstains on his face and nose for the first time, but looked up tiredly at the middle-aged man who had saved his life.

After seeing the middle-aged man, the hunchbacked old man who had only half a life was now lost nearly sixty percent of his soul, and now he has no half life and half life.

When he raised his head, the sparse hair on his head began to fall off one after another, and when the old man completely raised his head, his head was still as bright as ever.

opened his mouth, his teeth were incomplete, but he didn't forget to arch his hand and said, "Sect Master." ”

The middle-aged man frowned, his face full of visible sorrow, and said, "What's going on, why is there there, there will be." ”

Before the middle-aged man who was called the sect master by the old man could speak, the old man who only had a quarter of his life left said with an extremely bleak smile: "The power of space is at least the powerhouse of the Triple Heavens. ”

The middle-aged man's figure was stunned suddenly, and then he trembled slightly, not wanting to believe it and not wanting to believe it: "It's him?"

The old man smiled slightly, shook his head slowly, and clearly smiled between his words, but it was extremely cold and said: "Sect Master, don't worry, it's not that guy yet, the reason why the old man has such a bleak appearance now can be inseparable from that guy Dry cleaning, even if that guy turns to ashes, the old man will never forget the smell of that guy." ”

The middle-aged man didn't come and exhaled lightly.

As the sect leader of one of the two sect name mountain forces in the troubled land, the sect that was still ahead of them could not ignore the existence of it.

He is now in the realm of Emperor Xuan's First Heaven, that guy is a little higher than the Second Heaven, this is okay, although there is a gap, but it is by no means out of reach, but if that person has really become the mountain peak power of this Triple Heaven, then their Thorn Mountain can really only hang a 10,000-year-old second plaque in this chaotic place.

The country housewives under the secular mountains know that they are fighting for who has more money and less money, and who compares their children and grandchildren, don't they want to compete for the title of the first boss?

"Is it the triple heaven of this troubled land?"

The old man, who wiped the blood stains on his face with a gentle brush, shook his head, not answering no, but not knowing.

The old man, who seemed to think of something, suddenly asked in an extremely serious tone, "Sect Master, but are you going to that blood-soaked street?"

The middle-aged man's eyes looked at the old man coldly, not to mention that his cultivation was higher than the old man's mountain peak realm, that is, in terms of identity, he was also the master of this sect, the old man was far from it, he asked the old man about the itinerary, but if the old man asked him in turn, it would not be a transgression.

The old man met the middle-aged man's eyes, and he reacted instantly, and said again: "Please also ask the sect master to atone for his sins, there is no way to spy on the whereabouts of the sect master, but the source of that breath is from the blood-soaked street, and, and." ”

"And what?"

The old man seemed to recall, and said with some uncertainty: "Moreover, the old man feels that there is not only one feeling." ”

The middle-aged man said softly: "Yes." ”

Then he turned around and walked away from the tower.

Is the cultivation of the middle-aged man Mountain Peak Realm Xuan Emperor a heavy heaven high? It is definitely high, not to mention in this chaotic place, that is, how many Mountain Peak Realm Xuan Emperors can there be in the entire Dongzhou.

But sometimes, just what the old man who watched the tower said, it seems that on the blood-soaked street today, his cultivation as Emperor Xuan's one-day heaven is not enough.