The cliff was clean and slippery, and the monkey poked its head out.

With a hundred illusion gauze clothes to cover up, and refining a variety of concealment methods, Thirteen Lang still maintained enough caution, he silently climbed a cliff thousands of meters away from the battlefield, and quietly looked down.

For reasons that are not yet understood, there are few spiritual creatures around this area, and the most common thing is this kind of mountain monkey, which is tall and strong, and is good at climbing, so it is difficult to attract people's attention.

As soon as he first climbed the mountain, his attention was fixed on the cliff on the side, and he could no longer take his eyes off it.

The roar in his ears was like thunder, not caused by supernatural powers, but a huge waterfall, like a white wall hanging upside down from the sky, rushing out of the magnificent sound of thousands of horses galloping.

It is not enough to describe its heroism, and it is impossible to describe its wonder, which is clearly a roaring dragon, a sharp sword, with boundless wrath, and an unrivaled determination, vowing to pierce a hole in the earth.

Although there has been no result for 10,000 years, there is no regret.

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On both sides of the waterfall, the stone walls are as smooth as mirrors, and the cliffs exude a metallic color, which is extremely hard. The deep pool under the waterfall is like a lake, and the water is as clear as the sea of emptiness, as if you can see the curvature of the ground.

On both sides are mountain cliffs, which form a "concave" character with the stone wall, and there are several huts and people in the grooved valley.

No matter how difficult it is, there are people, the Demon Hunting Forest is famous for its fierce reputation, and it is not suitable for human existence, but since it can make demon beasts timid, and there is a pure water source, there will be tenacious barbarians living in it.

They are not some high-ranking people who live in seclusion, they are just ordinary people.

It's just that they're all dead now.

Dozens of broken skeletons were scattered around, all flesh and blood, and judging by their color, they had just died. Judging from the shape, there were men, women, and children, and several demon spirits were still surrounding the bones, and their scarlet eyes roamed around, a little disappointed.

Jusan Lang's gaze paused for a moment on the skeleton of an apparently toddler, then turned his head silently. Looking at the edge of the waterhole, he noticed a few scattered crystal nuclei on the ground, frowned and thought about it, as if he understood something.

The demons gathered in the valley and gathered around that waterhole, keeping a distance of hundreds of meters. More demon spirits were scattered inside and outside the valley in an orderly manner, and under the leadership of dozens of demon generals, the surrounding area was firmly sealed for more than ten miles.

Thousands of demon spirits roamed around, each one several times stronger than the demon spirits on the grassland, exuding a cold and indifferent aura; It makes this valley as cold as hell, and if a human were in it, it would be as if the soul would be frozen.

Here, there used to be a small cottage.

Today, it's a valley of the spirits.

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The hut was not destroyed, and several monks were standing or sitting, led by a young man, looking at the waterfall from afar, and talking to each other.

The distance is too far and the sound of the waterfall is too loud. Thirteen Lang couldn't tell what they were saying, only to see the young man's eyebrows slanted like swallows. The spirit is full of energy, but the handsome face is a little depressed, as if he is not very satisfied with the situation in front of him.

Having the heart to get closer and listen to it, Thirteen Lang thought about it, and finally gave up this plan, he watched patiently and waited patiently. Patiently observe the surroundings.

After a while, the young man looked up and shouted a few words into the waterfall, not by transmitting sounds, but by a means of gathering them into bundles. When he spoke, Shisanro could even see the opening of the waterfall being washed by the sound, and his heart became more and more vigilant.

Cultivation is unpredictable, definitely a great monk!

After the voice came in, the waterfall stirred again after a while, and the people inside seemed to have sent out some information, and the young man was not very happy to hear it, and replied in a deep voice.

You come and go, after a few fierce battles of words and tongues, neither side can satisfy the other, and you can't use this way to divide life and death, and finally stopped. The young man was embarrassed and angry for a while, and realized that there was nothing he could do for the time being, so he simply turned back to the hut and meditated or rested.

The other people looked at each other, discussed with each other, and then made some adjustments to the distribution of the surrounding demon generals, and left a monk to monitor at all times, and the rest of the people either opened the cave or entered the house, and each recuperated.

It was evident that they were determined to besiege the place until the day when the other side came out, or when they attacked it.

Jusan Lang lay quietly on the mountain wall, as if waiting for something, and several times during this time, he felt a strong divine thought sweep over him, and it still stayed on him. He could imagine that this divine thought must have focused on the area around the waterfall, and even a fly could not escape its eyes.

Thirteen Lang ignored this, he waited patiently until the dark curtain was low, the orange moon hung in the air, and the sound of the demon spirit in the valley was inspiring, and Thirteen Lang slid down from the mountain wall and disappeared into the night.

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There is a hole behind the waterfall, and there are many people in the hole, sitting and lying in various corners to breathe or take care of their injuries, and their faces are a little gloomy.

At the entrance of the cave, a young man was not tall, and his slightly thin body was dressed in a decent robe, which matched his handsome face and pure eyes, and he was full of vitality.

His eyebrows were furrowed, and his already high eyebrows seemed to stand straight up on his face, which looked a little funny. He had a sword hanging from his waist, a folding fan in his hand, the surface of which had been damaged, and a hole in his originally straight robe had been opened, revealing the goose yellow inside.

It is conceivable that this young man must have been a dashing figure on weekdays, but now he has become an ant on a hot pot, pacing back and forth at the not-so-wide opening, and constantly chattering.

"How did this happen, how did it become like this, what now, what should I do!"

There was not much horror on his face, but there was anger in shame, and as he read it, the young man suddenly kicked him on the mountain wall, and then he cried out in pain, and his brows and eyes wrinkled together.

"Little ...... Master, take a break. ”

Behind the young man, a dark-faced young man had bloodshot eyes, his left arm hung down like a cramped snake, and his body stood straight, but he couldn't stop trembling slightly, obviously not lightly injured.

The swarthy young man looked at the restless young master, his voice was as cold as a golden stone, and said, "When the mana of his subordinates recovers, he will desperately protect the young master and kill him." ”

"Don't worry about it!"

The young master shouted loudly, leaned against the stone wall with his feet in his hands, and said, "Yan Da is dead." Yan Er is also dead, Huihui is actually a traitor, only you are still following me, but it is the most useless......"

Before he finished his words, a look of guilt flashed across his face, and his shoulders trembled twice. Silently bowed his head.

"I don't want to go back, I will be scolded to death by my grandfather when I go back, it is better to die here. ”

The cave was silent, the corners of the swarthy young man's mouth twitched, and he said, "Staying, it will be worse than death." ”

Such words obviously could not have the effect of comforting and admonishing, and the young master became even more angry when he heard this, and shouted: "I don't care, I don't care! Yanwei County has been surrounded, the people outside can't get in, and the people inside can't get out, even if you can take me out, what's the use. ”

The swarthy young man said in a cold voice, "I can't believe his words. ”

The young master said sadly: "Do you think I want to believe it! No one has come for so long since the Wanli Fu was issued, if it wasn't for something happening in Yanwei County, how could Grandpa ignore me." ”

The swarthy young man fell silent, thinking to himself that you have always disliked grandpa the most. It's good now, but I can't manage it if I want to.

"What the hell are weishenme for? weishenme will betray the tribe. weishenme betrayed his race, his family, and his relatives?"

The young master's voice gradually fell silent, and his body sat down on the edge of the stone wall softly, not realizing how dirty and embarrassed he was at this time, and how disgusted he was with this kind of thing on weekdays.

“weishenme。 What the hell is weishenme!"

The murmur could not wait for a response, and several demon beast roars sounded in the cave, as if to mock his boredom.

"For immortality. ”

An old voice echoed through the cave, sounding like an old woman, and said with a faint sigh, "The demon hunter is an outsider. It can give them the opportunity to live forever. ”

The young master raised his head when he heard the voice, stubbornness and disbelief appeared on his face, and he protested: "That's what you Kaba clan will do, the monk of the swallowtail clan, there has never been a precedent for taking refuge in outsiders, not one." ”

"Shut up!"

"Presumptuous!"

Continuous low shouts sounded in the cave, and several murderous qi were released at the same time, surrounding the high-spirited young master.

"Bold!"

The swarthy young man stepped forward angrily, his left arm trembling even more, and beside him, a huge black lion struggled to stand up, a few low growls in his throat, although weak and tired, still showing a bit of a kingly demeanor.

The young master hurriedly shouted, "Little black biedong, take a good rest." ”

Unable to fight with the Kaba clansmen, he hugged the black lion's neck and pressed it to the ground, took out another bottle of pills from his arms, and fed it a few pills.

"Damn outsiders, such vicious methods...... he suddenly realized that there were people who were more hateful than outsiders at this time, and took the words back.

"The foreign monks do have something extraordinary, and perhaps this time, our actions are wrong. ”

The old man's voice stopped the others and said slowly: "Speaking of betrayal, the Demon Hunter is different from those outsiders before, they are from the four star fields, and they are the ones who can really bring immortality to the monks. As long as they take refuge in their side, they will have the opportunity to go to the four star fields through the passage they have established, so that they can truly lead to the path of immortality. ”

"There are a few people who can withstand this temptation," she said. The swallowtail people are proud and conceited, and this time there is not a traitor. ”

"Immortality, immortality is so important!" the young master screamed.

The old voice sighed: "Of course immortality is important, you and I have practiced for a lifetime, isn't what we want is immortality." ”

The young master was choked by her words and said, "Then why don't you go to refuge?"

The old voice said, "The old body is too old to be as ambitious as them. ”

The young master said mockingly: "I have heard that the older a person is, the more afraid of death. ”

The sound of cheering rose again, and the old woman stopped the anger of the people around her, and said slowly: "What you said is right, the older you get, the more afraid you are of death, and the reason why the old body can survive until now is because of the fear of death." ”

The young master was stunned for a while, and he didn't know what to say.

The old woman knew what he was thinking, and said, "You didn't understand what I said, and the old man didn't take refuge because he didn't have the ambition of those people, which doesn't mean that I'm not afraid of death...... Huh!"

"What's wrong? Did they get in......

The young master had just heard some taste, and was feeling a touch in his heart, when he suddenly heard the old woman's voice change drastically, and hurriedly turned around.

A black dot passed through the gap in the water curtain, drilled into the cave and looked at it, and began to dance in the air.

"What is this!" exclaimed the young master.

"Could it be a rescuer!"

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...... (To be continued.) )