Not long after, Chen Fan followed the white-haired old man out of the top of the densely lifeless Kunwu Mountain, and a dazzling light blinded his eyes for a second.

When Chen Fan's eyes returned to normal, he couldn't help but gasp, he saw that under his feet, there was a steep wall of thousands of feet, looking down from above, there was no bottom, only layers of fog rolling, like a fairyland.

There was only one path down the mountain, and the path circled around this mountain peak, spiraling down, and the path could only accommodate one footprint, which made Chen Fan frightened.

"Hiccup!"

The white-haired old man, taking a sip of wine, burped drunk, shook in three steps, and walked down the mountain in a flutter.

Looking at his ups and downs, Chen Fan was slightly worried about him, if he fell, there would be no bones left.

However, the gray-haired old man, no matter how he shakes it, he just won't step on his feet, but on the contrary, he will shake it more steadily.

Chen Fan staggered to keep up with the old man, he leaned his back against the stone wall, and cautiously stepped away, his heartbeat accelerating with every step.

About four hours!

Chen Fan followed the old man and walked down Kunwu Mountain.

Kunwu Mountain is like a sharp sword, straight into the earth, majestic and mighty momentum, from the mountain, within a radius of several miles, without a single plant or tree, the feeling of desolation instantly hit Chen Fan's heart.

Chen Fan stood at the foot of the mountain and raised his eyes, he couldn't see the top of the mountain peak, and he could see the fog thousands of meters above at most.

Looking at Chen Fan in a daze, the white-haired old man muttered a few words to him again.

However, Chen Fan couldn't understand a word, so he could only spread his hands helplessly and keep up with the old man's pace again, I don't know how long he walked, Chen Fan only felt numb in his legs.

Until, in the middle of the night, the full moon like a jade plate passed through the clouds, and the faint moonlight sprinkled on the earth, and the stars showed their lovely tongues.

With the help of the moonlight, Chen Fan saw that not far away the strange mountains were standing, the mountains were continuous, green and steep, and below the clouds and mist, there was a wooden house, and in front of the wooden house, there were two rows of graves.

The white-haired old man staggered to the wooden house, and about half an hour later, the old man went into the house, lit the remaining candles in the house, and made the room bright, and then he went to a wine vat, filled the jug, and drank bitterly.

It seems that the strong wine is his life, and he cannot live without wine.

Suddenly, he noticed Chen Fan, who was standing outside the door with a sluggish face, and the old man waved his hand, shook the wine jug, and motioned for him to come in and eat wine.

When Chen Fan came to the wooden house, he saw the two rows of graves, but he didn't know the words engraved on the tombstones, so he was quite shocked.

However, since he didn't know him, he didn't care about it, and walked into the cabin calmly.

The wooden house is very dilapidated, there are two rooms in total, one room outside, all of them are big wooden barrels, taller than Chen Fan, there is a mellow fragrance in the wooden barrel, just smelling it, Chen Fan is three points drunk.

However, in the middle of these barrels, there is a stone pier, which is as smooth as jade, and on the stone pier, there is a broken candle, a thick and dusty ancient book.

The old man threw him a flask and motioned for him to take a sip and try it.

Chen Fan was not modest, lifted the small wine jug, "grunted", poured a sip of spirits, and the wine entered his throat, Chen Fan's immature face flushed.

"Ahem, cough, cough" He drank too much, choked and coughed, and his body fluttered, making him quickly stop the flask that he was up.

At this moment, Chen Fan was dizzy for a while, and he was confused when he saw everything, only to feel a pain in his abdomen, and a burst of alcohol in his body, causing him to sweat profusely.

The old man smiled calmly, walked into another room, brought a wooden barrel with a few leaves soaked in it, he lifted Chen Fan up and put it in the barrel to soak.

......

I don't know how long it has been,

"Senior sister, don't make trouble, I'll sleep for a while. ”

Chen Fan was fussed by a hand in a daze, and he muttered habitually.

However, he was excited, sat up straight, his face was still sweating profusely, and what he saw was not his senior sister, but a white-haired old man, Chen Fan wiped the sweat off his face in embarrassment, and smiled faintly at the white-haired old man.

The old man brought him a gray cloth robe, which seemed to be trimmed and fit just right, and the strength of the liquor was gone.

He moved his body and found that he was much stronger than before, and even had endless strength, and the two black true qi in his body had also become four true qi, which made Chen Fan smack his tongue.

Then, the old man threw him a book and motioned for Chen Fan to read it.

Chen Fan grinned and took the thick book, turned the first page, and the tadpoles were densely packed, shaped like dragon whiskers, curved, but unfortunately, he didn't know a word.

However, Chen Fan was quite shocked, where he lived, what era of writing this was, he didn't even know a word, and who this gray-haired old man was.

What puzzled Chen Fan the most was this old man, the old man was like a withered figure, like a gust of wind that could blow him away, but Chen Fan couldn't have a trace of war will on him, even when he was at his peak, he didn't dare to provoke this old man.

"Alas," Chen Fan sighed, slowly studying this kind of writing.

Time passes!

One year!

Three years!

Decade......

Ten years passed lightly.

On this day, Chen Fan got up early, as always, and while studying this ancient text, he carried a 100,000-pound mountain stone on his back, and slowly walked alone among the mountains.

His upper body is bare, his bronze body skin looks particularly dazzling in the sun, and his immature face has become handsome, like a knife.

However, in the corner of his eye, there was always a faint sadness.

Through this book, he probably learned that he lived 100,000 years later, and 100,000 years had passed since he crossed the Heavenly Venerable Tribulation.

100,000 years later!

And everything he and his senior sister did in Qixuanmen was like a dream, which he couldn't believe.

The shadowy mountains are like a fairy who has not woken up from sleep, dressed in a thin veil like cicada wings, with affectionate veins and silent eyes.

"Knock"

Chen Fan dropped the rock, closed the book, turned into a black light, and scurried among the mountains.

A gray-haired old man, dressed in the same gray cloth as Chen Fan, sat in front of the wooden door, drinking spirits.

When the old man saw that Chen Fan was back, he threw him a small wine jug and smiled.

With a "bang", Chen Fan's eyes were quick, he caught the wine jug, and shook his body before he could stand on his feet.

He resisted 100,000 catties of mountain stones, and he would not shake it, but every time the old man threw the wine jug to him, he would be shaken by the shaking of the wine jug.

"Thank you!" Chen Fan said obscurely.

He has studied the writing of the times for more than ten years, and the old man often points out, so he can basically say it, but it is still a little unclear.

"Eat a bar! Only by eating and drinking can you forget those troubles. The old man spoke lightly.

In his voice, Chen Fan always felt a sense of majesty but vicissitudes, which made him unaware.

After ten years of getting along, Chen Fan knew that this old man was also surnamed Chen, called "Chen Chen." ”

I don't know if it's a coincidence, or providence, they all have the same surname.

"Old Chen, what's that...... It's hard to swallow just the wine and no story!" Chen Fan grinned, walked to Chen Lao's side, sat on the threshold, and complained.

"Okay, you boy! I'll tell you about the ancient times. ”

Old man Chen Chen shook his hand and smiled. It seems that he likes to tell Chen Fan stories very much, or no one has talked to him for too many years, and it is rare to find someone to talk to, and he wants to spit out all the words in his heart in one breath.

In ancient times, geniuses were born, strong people were like forests, and at the same time, disputes continued, and the world was eager to break through the shackles of heaven and earth, go against the sky, peep into life and death, and dream of the way of eternal life.

In the battle of the strong, one hand can cover the sky and the sun, and the sky will fall apart with one shot.

Among them, a supreme man known as the Wuji Dao people, who stepped through the Nine Heavenly Lan, and a supreme man known as the butcher maniac, went toe-for-tat, and the two fought for more than a thousand years, and the heavens and the earth collapsed.

In the end, a supreme powerhouse named Book Saint Qin Yun broke through that last realm and also participated in this battle, and the Tian Yuan Continent, which was already broken, was even more shattered after the Book Saint Qin Yun joined, and the continent was even more shattered.

The people of the Tian Yuan Continent were struggling to make a living, the cultivators were displaced, the blood was flowing like a river, the wives were separated, and the families were ruined, which could be described as a tragic battle for immortality.

In the third millennium of the Great War of the Three, the continent was completely broken, and the sky was clear and raining fire, and the place where the fire passed turned into a vain.

At this time, five words floated in the sky, "Get out of your uncle's"

I saw a woman in white coming out of thin air, with nine colors of divine light on her head, only holding yin and yang, stirring the five elements, reversing the gossip and four elephants, and beating the three to death with three slaps and burying them on the top of this Kunwu Mountain.

Then, those speculators who were bent on seeking immortality were arrested one after another and buried together in this Kunwu Mountain.

After that, the woman set up a formation on Kunwu Mountain, and since then, the woman has disappeared completely, and the old decay was captured by her to work as a coolie and clean the grave.

Of course, the tomb of the strongest is not something that ordinary people can clean, so this woman gave me some objects to avoid death, an inextinguishable lamp, a blood dagger, and a nine-colored pendant.

As he spoke, the old man Chen Chen shook the wine jug in his hand proudly, "This wine jug is also a piece!"

"However, these are counterfeits, less than one percent as powerful as the original. ”

"By the way, the woman told me that if there is a blood rain in Kunwu Mountain, you can go up the mountain to pick up ......."

Suddenly, the old man Chen Chen's voice stopped abruptly, as if he thought of something extremely terrifying, his face turned pale, and he got up and waved his hand: "Drunk...... Drunk, it's time for the old man to rest. ”

Looking at the swaying back, Chen Fan felt a terrifying wave in his heart.

Three slaps to the strongest!

A tomb sweeper, sweeping from antiquity to the present, then, how long has he lived.

There was a rain of blood in Kunwu Mountain! Isn't this the day I was reborn? Who is this woman? There are also imitations of the nine-colored pendants!

An old man who is addicted to alcohol will get drunk, Chen Fan frowned, and all kinds of doubts in his heart were answered.