Tu Ma Gu's lips trembled slightly, the wrinkles on his old face were deep, and unconsciously, a little teardrop quietly oozed out. He looked at the Great Wizard and slowly bent down, his head pressed against the cold ground.

The Great Wizard smiled, his expression was a little desolate, and said, "After I leave, you don't have to worry about it, if that young man has a heart, he will send my bones back to his hometown." It's up to you to do everything here. ”

Tu Ma Gu didn't raise his head, lowered his voice, choked slightly, and said, "Great wizard, you can rest assured." ”

The Great Wizard said leisurely: "If I go, it will be a death, but it is actually nothing." But you are in the southern Xinjiang, the coming day is fierce, the other four tribes do not know the height of the sky, see that my black witch clan has lost power, I am afraid that it will inevitably fall into the well, and among the 100,000 mountains, the beast god may be resurrected at any time, and the catastrophe is coming, you have a heavy burden on your shoulders, and you must take care of yourself. ”

Tu Ma Gu gritted his teeth and agreed.

The Great Wizard slowly stood up, glanced around, and suddenly said: "If the situation is really critical in the future, although this Qili Pass is a place where our Black Witch Clan has lived for generations, it is not impossible to give up, as long as there are people, there is hope in the future." ”

Tu Magu's face turned a little pale, and he said slowly: "Yes." ”

The Grand Wizard let out a long sigh and walked slowly outside.

When the rickety figure, supported by Tu Ma Gu, followed by the generals and Yamamoto Mingyue, walked down from the altar on the mountainside, not many people noticed.

But with the sound of footsteps, the figure of the great wizard who had not appeared on the streets of Qilitong for an unknown amount of time was finally noticed by the Black Witch Clan, and with a shout of surprise, more and more Dark Witch Clansmen left their work and gathered over.

The Great Wizard smiled and waved to the Dark Witch people around him, but he never stopped, and kept walking towards the exit of Qilitong.

Finally, the Black Witch people gradually felt that something was wrong, and in the crowd, some people began to shout loudly in the Black Witch Clan, although the generals and Yamamoto Mingyue didn't understand much, but they also knew what the Black Witch people were shouting.

The Great Wizard's face also seemed to be a little bleak, and the smile on his face full of vicissitudes gradually disappeared, replaced by a clear sadness.

But he was still silent.

Just wave your hand.

Go slowly and far.

Tu Ma Gu also stopped, stood at the front of the crowd, and silently stared at the rickety back.

The shouts and cries of the crowd were already loud at this moment, many people were panicked, and many more people had already knelt down towards the old man who was gradually moving away.

The general who walked behind the great wizard silently looked at the old man, and found that on the old man's face, I don't know when, tears flowed.

Finally, when I reached the passage leading to the outside of the valley, the cry behind me had resounded throughout the valley.

The old man's body began to tremble slightly, and suddenly, he turned around sharply, and once again, looked at this land, this valley, this sky......

The Dark Witch in the distance exclaimed, and many jumped up from the ground in surprise.

However, the next moment, the Great Wizard closed his eyes tightly, as if he wanted to engrave everything in this land in his heart, frowned, and turned around again.

In the valley, there was a sudden silence.

Countless eyes, as if shouting silently behind him!

The muscles on the Great Wizard's face trembled slightly, and he slowly, slowly stepped out of his footsteps, and disappeared into the passage.

In the Seven Mile Pass, there was silence.

After a long time, I don't know who was the first to cry, and in a moment, the whole valley was filled with mournful weeping.

100,000 mountains.

Passing through the Black Forest, and then over seven treacherous mountain ranges, there is a black witch surrounded by black air and howling in the wind all year round. And under this bare, black witch without a tree or grass, there is a big hole. The entrance of the cave is three feet high and five feet wide, and there is a yin wind whistling out of it all year round, mixed with sharp noises, as if it is some furious soul, roaring endlessly.

In the middle of the entrance of the cave, there is a stone statue standing upright, like life-size, looking like a beautiful woman, facing the depths of the Demon Suppression Cave, standing silently. The cold wind howling all year round never stopped blowing on the stone statue, making a low sound, like the fragile wooden plank that shelters the wind and rain in a storm.

It's just that she never seems to back down!

The lich, dressed in black, stood in front of the stone statue at this moment, staring silently.

The evil dragon beside him, who seemed to be particularly afraid of this stone statue, subconsciously stayed away, looked around for a while, shouted, let go of all fours, and ran up to the black witch. Soon after, it disappeared into the black air.

The icy wind stirred the black clothes of the lich, and in the desolate landscape, the man seemed to gradually seem ethereal, with a hint of unreality.

He just kept looking at it for a long time, so long that even Han Feng'er began to wonder if the man in black had also turned into a stone statue.

After Han Feng'er groaned, she still secretly followed the footsteps of the lich. Along the way, she knew that the lich had a strange skill, and she was even more cautious, not daring to be careless, let alone approaching the black-clothed monster and the evil dragon at will, plus most of the lich thought that the person who was tracking behind her had died in the black forest, and she didn't even notice Han Feng'er behind her, so Han Feng'er kept following her to the front of the Demon Suppression Ancient Cave.

At this moment, Han Feng'er was lying behind a small hill in the distance, looking at the black figure from a distance, and couldn't help but start to wonder if this man in black was going to stand in front of this woman's stone statue for the rest of his life?

From the time he arrived at the Demon Suppression Cave to now, the lich had been staring at the statue motionless for more than four hours.

Just when Han Feng'er was about to close her eyes and fall asleep in boredom, the figure of the lich finally moved. Han Feng'er was in high spirits, and hurriedly looked carefully.

I saw that the black-clothed lich seemed to have finally made a decision after a long period of contemplation, or struggle, and bowed respectfully to the stone statue of the woman.

From a distance, Han Feng'er saw the lich, and said something in a low voice to the stone statue, but it was too far away to hear it at all. Then, the lich's body slowly turned around, drifting towards the depths of the Demon Suppression Ancient Cave.

Han Feng'er frowned, the mystery in her heart was getting bigger and bigger, there was obviously some great secret in that ancient cave. But in this extremely remote place, with poor mountains and bad waters, how could there be such a stone statue of a woman, which happened to be erected in the middle of the entrance of the stone cave?

And looking at the lich's expression on this stone statue, it is clear that it is closely related to this stone statue, but I am afraid that there is still an indescribable past.

Just when Han Feng'er saw that the lich was about to disappear into the ancient cave, and was about to lean out and sneak over to take a closer look at the stone statue, suddenly, the lich's body suddenly stopped.

Han Feng'er was taken aback, almost thinking that she had exposed her body in a hurry, and couldn't help but regret it in her heart, and when she was in a hurry, she found that the lich didn't look back at her at all, and it didn't seem like she had found herself.

Only then did she put her mind at ease, and hurriedly hid herself, Fang secretly poked her head out again, and looked in the direction of the ancient cave.

At this glance, she couldn't help but look straight in the eyes.

Just in front of the stone statue of the woman, at the entrance of the Demon Suppression Ancient Cave, a cloud of white qi suddenly appeared in the air, which formed a strong contrast with the surrounding black qi and yin wind. The lich also stopped, silently staring at the white gas.

The white qi gathered more and more, gradually condensed and formed, and changed into a human form, from Han Feng'er's point of view, it was a tall man, holding a giant sword in his right hand and a big shield in his left hand. His body was completely composed of white qi, fluttering in the yin wind, but his body movements and even the expression on his face were completely visible.

Han Feng'er was stunned and speechless, gasped for a while, and whispered to herself: "What a yin spirit!"

She is from a demon sect, and she knows a little about such ghostly things: according to ancient legends, life is old and dead, only the soul is immortal, and at the end of one life, there will be a soul out of the body, and it will be reincarnated in the next life, life after life, and reincarnation will be endless. However, in the world, there are resentful spirits, with greed, hatred, and ignorance, fear, evil, and fear, attachment to the world, looking back on the past, and not wanting to die, which is the "yin spirit".

The yin spirit that Han Feng'er saw was by no means those ordinary yin spirits, but the rarest "fierce spirit" in the legend. This kind of soul is mostly a profound person in life, but after death, because of some great indignation and infatuation, he actually gave up his life, and was willing to protect something, become a desolate wild ghost, and wander in the yang world.

This kind of fierce spirit, its own Taoism is already quite high, plus it has ghost power after death, it is even more ferocious, ordinary cultivators are not opponents at all, it can be said that they are fierce ghosts that are unique in ten thousand. It's just that people in the cultivation of truth often look at the past life more seriously than ordinary people, and few give up the past life, so the fierce spirit is so rare, Han Feng'er suddenly saw it this time, but she was really shocked.

However, the black-clad lich didn't seem to show any surprise, and he only slowly looked up at the fierce spirit that was blocking his path.

The fierce spirit's body composed of white qi was extremely tall, almost blocking the entire entrance of the Demon Suppression Ancient Cave, and the lich looked at this fierce spirit holding a sword and shield like a god of war, and suddenly sighed.

"You're finally willing to come out to see me?" he said quietly.

The fierce spirit stared coldly at the lich, his white aura and the black shadow of the lich were like two extremes that would never compromise.

"You traitor who has turned your back on your mother, what qualifications do you have to dare to say this?"

The lich's body seemed to tremble, and his whole body was in severe pain when he was stabbed by such a sentence.

He looked up at the angry face for a long time, but he was silent, and slowly lowered his head.

"Get out of the way!" the lich said slowly, after a long silence.

The fierce spirit looked at him coldly and said, "Before the statue of Niangniang, didn't you have remorse?"

The black clothes on the lich's body moved lightly again, and it seemed that he was also very excited under the black clothes, but he did not look back at the gargoyle woman after all.

"I'm not wrong, it's my mother's mistake!" he said astringently.

"Roar!"

The fierce spirit Huo Ran roared angrily, and the howl sounded like thunder in the sky fell on the mortal world in an instant, and it exploded far and near: "Beast, you shameless person, you dare to say such a thing!"

Han Feng'er in the distance frowned, and couldn't help but reach out to cover her ears, after such a long distance, she couldn't really hear the black and white conversation, but the sudden explosion of the fierce spirit was almost like thunder in her ears, buzzing in her ears.

In the distance, the lich was masked in a black veil, and I couldn't see what his expression was, but only listening to his voice, it became more and more desolate and painful: "I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong......

He muttered to himself, not knowing whether he was speaking to the spirit, or to himself, or to the stone statue behind him.