I just fell from the top of the cliff, and I stayed in this mountain crevice for less than ten minutes, and then there was movement again, and this reaction was too fast, right?

My face changed, and I felt my way to the small hole in the depths, and listened intently, and indeed I heard the sound of the sinister search, and crawled slowly from the depths. I was in a heavy mood, and subconsciously touched Zhou's body, the heavy magic knife I had used before was broken when I inserted it into the mountain wall in the process of falling just now, and the only weapon for self-defense was the turquoise stone sword left by Huang Chen Qujun.

This sword is wrapped in cloth by me, gently rubbed all over the body, such as stone and jade, the blade is not only not sharp, but extremely smooth, it is really hard to imagine how the word sword is used to kill people, but I don't know what the road is, but I know that this sword is like the unicorn fetus, there is a desolate beast spirit in it, only those who are close to it, can force the breath out of the sword, to hurt people.

Although this sword was given to me by Huang Chenqu Jun at the beginning, but I did not have half a point of coveting it in my heart, after all, this beast spirit has been painstakingly nurture this old man for decades, and it is impossible to obey my instructions suddenly, if possible, I should find Huang Chenqujun's body, bury it in a high place in Xiangyang, and accompany this sword in the stone, so as not to be regarded as insulting that peerless swordsman.

Although the sword in the stone is a first-class divine weapon, it is useless to me at the moment, but Luo Feiyu sat down for a while, but he also recovered some strength, walked to the entrance of the cave, held the Xiunu sword, squinted his eyes and looked in, with a wary face. Xu felt the chilling killing intent on our side, and the voice suddenly disappeared, and after a long while, an old voice came out of the darkness: "Who is there?" ”

Hearing this voice, Luo Feiyu's eyes lit up, and the dark room lit up, and Luo Xiaobei jumped up directly with excitement, and shouted loudly into the darkness with a crying voice: "Little grandfather, it's me Xiaobei, and my sister Feiyu, ......what about us?"

"Rain, Xiaobei?"

Suddenly a warm yellow light lit up in the darkness, and then it got closer and closer, revealing an old face with its hair, beard, and eyebrows tangled, like an old orangutan, staring at the three of us for a long time, and then said slowly: "It's really you, what's the matter, how did you appear in this place of asceticism?" ”

When the man approached, I saw that he was ragged and smelled of rot, and I could not tell his age, but it was not strange to say that he was a hundred years old.

When Luo Xiaobei saw this beggar-like old man, tears immediately fell, and he threw himself into his arms at once, crying and saying, "Little grandfather, the little Buddha wants to kill us." Hearing Xiaobei's crying, the beggar helped the old orangutan straighten her, his eyes widened angrily, and he said with horizontal eyebrows: "What, he really did it?" ”

After receiving Luo Feiyu's affirmative reply, the old man blew his beard and scolded with a glare: "At the beginning, my dead ghost brother said that he would let that kid be the marshal of the sect, and he also said that he was a person who was destined for heaven, and he had a deep relationship with Mr. Shen, and Lao Tzu has always opposed it. A guy who refuses to even reveal his true face, how deep does this city have? I'm a rough man, but I can imagine the problem, but he's fascinated by ghosts......"

He complained this time, and I only knew that the little grandfather in Luo Xiaobei's mouth turned out to be the younger brother of the former left envoy Wang Xinjian, and the three of them seemed to have not seen each other for a long time.

After a while, the old orangutan saw that there was another me next to him, and asked who it was. Luo Feiyu helped us introduce it, saying that it was a friend, and the old orangutan looked up and down, squinted his eyes, and said that he was a friend who hid his head and tail? I touched my nose and said that the old-timers were really like torches, and they could still see this clue? The old star touched his beard and smiled, and said very firmly: "It must be the inheritance of the eight-handed god face, right?" The three brothers were indeed well-known craftsmen in the rivers and lakes back then, and if I didn't know him back then, I would have been deceived by you......"

The hairy old orangutan chattered and said, Luo Xiaobei next to him couldn't cry or laugh, and said Little grandfather, what kind of old yellow calendar are you talking about, your old man has been practicing in this underground all the year round, and he doesn't know the time outside.

I reached over and shook hands with him, saying that my name was Lu Zuo and I had seen the old-timers. The little old man also stretched out his black palm, put it together with me, and said nonchalantly: "We are all old guys who want to die, in this cage, there is no day to live, what do you call me a senior, just call me Wang Xinqiu, or Wang Laoer." ”

He spoke freely, but he used strength in his hands, and a strong force like steel condensation passed from his rough and dirty five fingers, obviously trying to test my strength, I didn't make a sound, but used the visualization power above the twelve methods of suppressing the mountains, like the mountains were heavy, unshaken.

The old orangutan made a fuss, and the strength was higher than the other, so it was superimposed on the twelve, and then he let go of his hand, subconsciously took two steps back, and shouted in surprise: "Oh my God, how can you be more powerful than Lao Tzu...... No, who are you? ”

Seeing the bearded face of this old orangutan, the superior demeanor of the superior predecessor completely dissipated, revealing a shocked and defensive expression, I withdrew my hand casually, and laughed dryly, saying that I didn't know before, but according to your two granddaughters, that guy should be my uncle......

As soon as this was implemented, Wang Xinqiu immediately began to gather his anger, this old guy has been cultivating underground for countless years, even if he has ordinary talents, but his cultivation is also very terrifying, and it is not much worse than the Twelve Demon Stars.

My face was a little ugly - I had heard from the guide Jin Xiao's novel, there are many ascetics at the bottom of the cliff of the Evil Spirit Sect, a bag of unfermented flour and a small bag of water can survive for a long time, and they are washed by the wind on the edge of this cliff, and their ascetic minds are very strong. I heard these words in my ears at the time, but seeing the strength of the old orangutan, I could know how deep the foundation of the Evil Spirit Sect was, and without the skill of the senior brother, I am afraid that it would be difficult to really cut it off.

Luo Feiyu saw that his little grandfather was tense, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, saying that he and Little Buddha were not people at all, and the two of them were enemies.

In this way, the old man just stopped, looked at me carefully again, and then with a smile on his face, he came over and patted me on the shoulder, and said boy, yes, it is really amazing to be able to achieve such an achievement at such a young age, at least much more powerful than my old man. This little old man may have been alone in the cave at the bottom of the cliff for too long, his brain is a little stiff, and his personality is much more lively, like an old child.

I have also met this face, a few people sat down to agree on things, and when it came to the next way out, Luo Feiyu said that she had sent a signal to let her subordinates take refuge under the command of Huang Gongwang, the left envoy, and we needed to sneak out of the Valley of Death and reach the mountain gate, although there were guards, but these were not too difficult for Xiaobei, as long as they could reach, they could leave the main altar.

I was a little puzzled and puzzled, saying that the legend didn't say that you and the left envoy had always been at odds, why would you let your own cronies go to him?

Luo Feiyu sneered, and said If it weren't for Huang Gongwang's immobility, most of the high-level leaders would be hesitating, do you think we would be able to escape so easily? The old fox was scheming, and he was the most calm, this time he stayed out of the matter, just to make the people of the Buddha Hall toss and lose people's hearts, and then come forward to win over all the neutral forces and set up another mountain...... But now that things have come to this, it's not something I can control, and after jumping into the endless abyss, I'm already out of favor with Erdler.

Luo Feiyu said sadly, and Luo Xiaobei was also like a knife, she knew that her sister had always wanted to use her own way to protect the evil spirit sect left by her grandfather, but when she reached the worst of the day, she had to face these betrayals and bloody realities, which was really sad. Hearing Luo Feiyu talk about it, Wang Xinqiu blew his beard and glared at him, with a look of hatred, but after a burst of outbursts, he only sighed, saying that I have a brand on my body, and I can only send you to Death Valley, and you need to go by yourself on the way behind......

It seems that those who practice penance in the belly of this mountain need to abide by certain contracts and cannot leave until death, so although Wang Xinqiu has a strong hatred for the little Buddha and his minions, there is nothing he can do.

He didn't delay any longer, and though the people above didn't know whether we were alive or dead, the longer it dragged on, the more relaxed their arrangement became, and they would certainly draw their attention to the place, so we followed the path that could only crawl forward, and climbed into the mountain wall. The stone path in this mountain is wide and narrow, twists and turns, walking along the way, I can feel a cohesive breath every other distance, although it is not as powerful as Wang Xinqiu, but it also exceeds the level of the eighteen Arhats.

It's been a long journey, but there is an exit, and by the time a damp, rancid wind blew through my nose, we were already in Death Valley.

After saying goodbye to the little grandfather of the Luo sisters, we walked towards the valley of death, and Luo Feiyu introduced me that this valley of death was far from the top, and the road up the mountain was zigzag for two or three hours, but there was a hanging basket in one place that could go straight up...... Before this explanation was finished, I suddenly heard a sharp scream, looked around, and found that there were many stiff black figures around me.