In the depths of the wasteland, the black clouds are still tumbling, and with the darkness of the sky, the deep mountains and old forests are becoming darker and quieter. And this huge black cloud still covered these mountain ranges, condensed for a long time, and became more and more heavy under the dimming of the sky, as if it was pressed down at any time.

On the edge of the black tumbling clouds and mist, in a mountain range, under the towering ancient trees that are as black as clouds and impenetrable, a young man of seventeen or eighteen looked at the terrifying dark clouds and said to a middle-aged man wearing a silver robe and carrying an ancient slender dark silver sword at his waist: "Master, let's not enter! I always have a feeling of fear. ”

"Xiao Yong, don't be afraid, you just stay here, find a place to hide, for the teacher stuck in the condensation of Jindan for thirty years, the third rush is there, if the third condensation of Jindan fails, I am afraid that even years of cultivation will be in vain, and even his life is not guaranteed, the master is dead left and right, it is better to take advantage of this opportunity to have a fight, maybe chance encounters can also achieve the avenue." ”

The young man is unusually handsome, and the discerning person knows at a glance that this young man is a genius who has built a foundation at a young age and has a good face, and the only thing he needs now is to hone and wait for the long-term study of time, and then enter the realm of Bigu.

"Master, if I don't go with you, maybe there will be someone to take care of!" The young man named Xiao Yong looked at the black clouds rolling and showed a look of fear, and became more and more worried about the safety of the master.

"No, the central area of the black cloud is extremely dangerous, and you have to try your best to hide as a teacher, once the target is exposed, it may be difficult to protect yourself, if you go, not only will it not have any effect, but it will drag down the teacher. The silver-robed monk's face was full of vicissitudes, and his eyes were solemn as he looked at the mountains with rolling black clouds.

Not only did he not see the joy of knowing the existence of the strange treasure on his vicissitudes of life, but he was sad and slightly painful helpless.

The wind suddenly burst out, and it came out of thin air very strangely, as if it was pressed from the top of the black clouds and suddenly collapsed the ground, and the air in the mouths of several mountain ranges was pressed out by the thick black clouds.

The strong wind blew the sand and rocks, and the leaves all over the mountains and fields seemed to be torn off by countless hands at the same time, wrapped in the hurricane to cover the sky and the sun, so that the sky that had already entered the night suddenly fell into darkness.

Not to mention that they couldn't open their eyes and couldn't see their fingers, that is, the master and apprentice couldn't even stand steadily, and the two had to immediately hide behind a big tree to avoid the sudden hurricane.

Whew!

The wind whistled, and it turned into an extremely long tone, which made Xiao Yong, who had been meditating and practicing for a few hours on weekdays, feel a sense of suffocation.

Fortunately, at the outermost edge of the black cloud rolling, and even more fortunately, hiding behind the towering trees, it was really exposed to the air, afraid that it would be torn and blown away by the wind.

The dense explosion sound was a countless flying stones, like a dense meteor stone shower, and with a crisp snap, it shot straight into the body of an ancient coniferous tree with a diameter of one meter.

Conifers have grown in this deep mountain for thousands of years, and their skin is old and black gray, and they crack out layers of dry and hard ancient skin, like layers of scale armor, which are extremely solid.

Tens of millions of years of annual rings are densely surrounded, like thousands of protective shields, protecting the heart of the tree.

Xiao Yong knew how strong this tree was, even if he had the strength to build a large garden, he couldn't pierce this ancient tree with a sword, but now, just the flying stones carried by the hurricane could easily hit the ancient tree, which showed how domineering its wind power was.

It's still on the periphery, and if it's in the center of a hurricane, what a terrible spectacle it will be.

The master and apprentice hid behind the giant tree, and they were blown into a daze.

After a while, the two of them felt that the wind was slightly weakened, and the crisp crackling sound of flying stones shooting into the tree slowly thinned out, Xiao Yong, who was buried in his arms, heard the master shouting: "Don't run around, remember to remember." ”

As soon as Xiao Yong looked up, he saw a phantom behind the big tree next to him shooting out rapidly into the wind, against the faint gap of the wind, bursting into the mountain range where the black clouds were rolling lower and lower.

Just when Xiao Yong was surprised that his master was so powerful, he heard a sharp chirp in a trance, felt a murderous aura coming, and hurriedly shrank his head.

Sou!

A Russian pebble grazed the edge of the ancient tree like a meteor, inserting a fresh wooden ballast, and with a crisp snap, it shot into a huge ancient conifer tree behind.

Xiao Yong was frightened into a cold sweat, holding his head in his hands and hiding behind the giant tree, not daring to show his head easily.

Master Yuan Yong, an inner disciple of the Moruga Sect, because his practice stopped 25 years ago, he turned from a formal inner disciple to a free casual cultivator, traveling the world to find an opportunity that suits him.

Six years ago, I met myself by chance, and saw that my roots were good, so I accepted him as a disciple, and over the years I took myself as if I was my own, and I loved and cared for him, and at the same time carefully taught the heart of the Moraka sect, and this year I traveled in this wasteland, and I actually encountered a chance that I did not meet in a hundred years, as if some kind of heaven and earth treasure was born, and the master hit the bottleneck for the third time, so I would rather take the risk and gamble once.

When a genius earth treasure is born, there will be demons and beast spirits to fight for it, and there will be more divine beasts to protect it, and naturally there will be monks to seize it.

Anyway, in front of the genius earth treasure, all people, all spirit beasts, demonic beasts, demons, etc., will become enemies, regardless of enemy and self, regardless of camp, they are all mortal enemies.

That is to say, every creature has the hope of becoming the master, and every creature may also die, because there is only one treasure, and the humans and beasts who come to fight for it will be thousands.

The hurricane slowly turned into a violent wind, then slowly turned into a gale, and finally the majestic wind kept blowing, as if it would never finish.

Xiao Yong slowly walked out from behind the giant tree, stood at the tuyere, and watched the black clouds finally press on the top of the towering mountain, and the sharp top of the mountain was completely buried in the black clouds.

And in the rolling black clouds, I faintly saw things like meteors shuttling through the black clouds, as if sharp blades cut out dotted lines.

Xiao Yong took a breath and knew which things that were as fast as meteors were masters or spirit beasts competing for treasures.

Their skills should be much more powerful than Master, Master .......

After looking at it for a while, Xiao Yong not only found that the meteors galloping in the black clouds were not decreasing, but were increasing.

Xiao Yong subconsciously looked around, looking at the black and slimy woods, and a sense of threat came to his heart.

In the afterglow, as far as the eye could see, the black holes and holes on the huge ancient trees became more and more hideous and terrifying.

Xiao Yong's body shook, disappeared out of thin air, hid, and waited for the master to come back safely.

Outside more than a hundred peaks, caravans had already begun cooking, and tents had been set up to crowd around the sky.

Although the terrain is sloping here, it is safer to look around. There are few trees, and it is far from the mountains, so even if there are rocks falling from the mountains, they will not fly here.

Half of the gravel and sand on the mountain road were cleared, a large number of dead beasts and dead people were placed in a small bend ditch on the side of the mountain road, and the goods that were sorted out and used were re-bound and neatly stacked at the station and the edge of the nearby mountain road.

The old man sat by the campfire, smiling and counting the bags of gold coins that had just been dug out.

This is a gold bag of the Winged Tiger Caravan, which is very hidden, and if it were not for this large-scale cleanup, it is estimated that it would be extremely difficult to find it if it was robbed by experienced mountain bandits.

Under the red bonfire, the gold coins are shining brightly, and the gold coins emit a charming soft glow.

"Who?"

In the middle of the mountain road, the protection of the hired guards to watch the night let out a small cry in the dark night in the distance!