Originally, Zigai Mountain can not be called a famous mountain and river, neither the majesty of Taidai, the steepness of Huashan, the smoke and clouds of Hengyue, nor the waterfall of Kuanglu, the clever stone of Yandang, the beauty of Emei, at most occupy the four words of "clear and quiet and clear", since ancient times, even ordinary literati rarely leave poems here.

But the mountain is not high, and there are immortals. This proverb is not an exaggeration at all on Zigai Mountain. It is precisely because the Zixuan Cave Zhaotian in the Thirty-six Caves is located here, that there are often immortal cultivators who haunt the Zigai Mountain, or travel alone, or visit the Lord of the Cave Heaven together. Although in the eyes of cultivators, most of these cultivators are mediocre in their cultivation, but in the eyes of ordinary people, they can be truly immortals.

The ordinary people who live here can see the traces of immortals, which makes the reputation of Zigai Mountain more and more famous in the world, which naturally attracts more people to live here, hoping to be touched by immortals, not to mention that there are special trips to Zigai Mountain every day to bow all the way and worship in the hope of meeting the gods and saving lives.

Therefore, in addition to the main peak that is difficult for apes to climb and difficult for birds to cross, Zigai Mountain is still quiet, and many people live in the rest of the place, but the fairy and the customs are two ways, that is, tens of thousands of "immortals" and strangers came here before, and it did not have much impact on the people on the mountain.

But now Xiao Lang can smell it, there is no more the faint fragrance of trees, flowers and plants, and there is no grain fragrance of cooking smoke and food, and there seems to be a faint smell of blood between heaven and earth. A clear stream that used to flow from a mountain stream. At this moment, it turned into rivers of blood. Occasionally, one or two swollen corpses drifted down.

In the purple cover mountains, within a radius of 100 miles, there is not a single living person. The birds and beasts that escaped their lives seemed to be frightened at this moment, and the turtles cowered in their nests and did not dare to come out to forage for food, even the scavenging crows were honest, and did not dare to fall on the branches and whisper.

Rao is Xiao Lang has seen how cruel and ruthless the killing of the blood slave Zhang Fangyi on the Burial Sword Villa is, but the scene of tens of thousands of living beings being slaughtered by corpses. It really made Xiao Lang angry and angry, and his eyes were on fire.

Even a player who has never been afraid of the natives as a piece of cold program code can't do such a terrible thing.

And those murderers are landing on the top of Zigai Mountain at this moment, and there are only dozens of people, all of whom are beautifully dressed and look leisurely, like princes and grandsons who go out to play. The men are handsome, the women are either delicate and lovely, or plump and charming, and these dozens of people are either playing against each other. Or drink and enjoy the flowers, or so on. If it weren't for the fact that there were two or three small servants beside them who were holding the corpses and gnawing on them, like hungry beasts, and the rich idlers around them were still laughing and laughing, Xiao Lang was afraid that he would not associate the miserable people under the mountain with them at all.

The first person is a middle-aged man of about thirty years, with a white face and a slight beard, the most casual, the right purple robe is half open, the carved beast gold crown is untied and placed at his feet, the man is lying on the side of the chessboard, just a sunspot has just fallen, only to look up at Xuan Ji, the smile is like a warm spring breeze, stretching out his hand and swinging lightly, as if he is the master of this purple cover mountain, is beckoning Xuan Ji and Xiao Lang to sit down.

Xuan Ji grabbed Xiao Lang, who was about to rush out, and said softly: "Don't be reckless, you can't afford to mess with these people." ”

"I know that my cultivation is low, but as long as I Xiao Lang is here, I can't allow these demons to do whatever they want!" Xiao Lang said coldly.

"Hey, what a big breath, and I'm not afraid that the corners of my mouth will leak air," Xuan Ji sneered at Xiao Lang: "Since you know that your cultivation is low, then what are you rushing over for?" Is it to chat with them, and then convince people with virtue, so that they realize their mistakes, and finally wipe their necks to pay for their lives? ”

Xiao Lang was stunned, he knew that with his own cultivation, he was not even a fart in front of the other party, and if he didn't die if he rushed over like this, he would still be looked at in Xuan Ji's face.

But if this turbid breath is uncomfortable, in the face of the murderer, not only will he ignore it, but he will also greet him with a smile, Xiao Lang will ask himself if he will never be able to do it.

Xiao Lang has never wished that he had the same cultivation as Xuan Ji for a moment!

In fact, Xiao Lang has always been at the top of the player group whether it is the level realm or the magic weapon exercises, and it is the previous few famous star players, and they are not Xiao Lang's opponents at all. It can be said that Xiao Lang, whose original goal was to compete in the top league in China, has no desire or desire, and there is no need to work hard, and he doesn't even need to go out of the mountains to fight monsters when he is upgraded.

But since following Xuan Ji to see so many "worlds", Xiao Lang found that not only the immortals and the vulgar, but also the natives and the players are completely two worlds, and the players are not even ants in comparison.

Even if it is to rescue the Burial Sword Villa, Xiao Lang can only complete the goal by pretending to be the hand of Xuan Ji, there is almost no meaning of existence, as the saying goes, the saddest thing in life is that he can only play a supporting role in his own story, which is the situation of Xiao Lang now.

It's just that Xiao Lang didn't feel that his cultivation was a mistake at a low level, and he was not unhappy when he was a monk for a day, but now he saw hundreds of thousands of ordinary people reduced to corpses, but he could only stand by and watch, this frustration made Xiao Lang hate himself for only having a mere Jindan's cultivation.

Xuan Ji looked at Xiao Lang's expression getting colder, but slowly but became more and more flat, as if she didn't care about this tragedy anymore.

Xuan Ji sighed lightly, she understood what Xiao Lang was thinking, the performance at this time was not because she was persuaded by herself, but because she hid his thoughts deep in her heart, as for what Xiao Lang would behave in the future, it was not something that Xuan Ji could guess.

She didn't want to guess, as long as Xiao Lang didn't die now.

The two of them slowly landed on the top of Zigai Mountain, and the two three cannibals hurriedly put down the corpses in their hands, and casually performed a spell to clean up the flesh and blood on the lips of their clothes, and temporarily dug up the mountain to make two half-human-high delicate stone benches, which were placed next to the man who was leaning over to play chess.

Xiao Lang's eyebrows condensed slightly, and he immediately returned to normal, it turned out to be two small guys, and they also had the cultivation of the harmony period, which was a realm higher than himself.

Xuan Ji lifted the hem of her skirt lightly, sat on it, her expression was not as cold as Xiao Lang, and said to the middle-aged man: "Baiyi Demon Monarch is so Yaxing, I actually have the leisure to come to my Zigai Mountain to fall black and white." ”

It turned out that this middle-aged man who was heroic but didn't pay attention to the subtleties was none other than the Baiyi Demon Monarch, one of the thirty-six demon monarchs of the Great Holy Hall!

"I still think that the first sentence I said when I see a fairy will be a thousand years old, I miss it very much," Bai Yi Demon Jun replied casually, and then looked at the chessboard again, muttering to the opponent: "You kid is too unauthentic, I just said a word to the fairy, how did this chess become like this bird?" ”

The person who played against Bai Yi Demon Jun was very helpless, threw away the white son in his hand with one hand, and then said: "According to your old and uncultivated style, the next step must be to destroy the chessboard, and say, 'This game is not counted, you are cheating.'" Well, I'm used to it. ”

But seeing that this Baiyi Demon Monarch really swept away the hundreds of black and white chess pieces on the chessboard with his sleeves, he snickered twice like a child, and then said: "This game is not counted, but it is not because you are cheating, but because the fairy is here, let's continue to play chess, it is disrespectful to others." (To be continued......)