When Li Xian finally made sure that his feet had landed on the ground again, a small village had already appeared in front of him, and smoke was rising from the houses at this time, and it was obvious that there must be people living in the small village. Song Xuewu's breathing became steady, and the giant tree behind the rain demon also pulled several roots out of his body, and the two of them completely got rid of the shackles of the strange tree, although the rain demon's method was a little bolder, but it didn't seem to be wrong.

"Hahaha, Lao Tzu Rain Demon is finally out of trouble!"

The rain demon put his hands on his waist and laughed wildly as if he were a villain, perhaps he thought that this was the only way to make himself look less like a victim of bitterness.

"Little Xianzi, are we going out?" Song Xuewu slowly opened her eyes, looked at the surrounding scene, and couldn't help asking.

Li Xian said solemnly: "We didn't go out, this place is just more vibrant than the seventeenth layer of forest in front, but it seems that it is not easy to really leave, otherwise those strong people who are enough to survive the previous seventeen layers will not be willing to stay here until now." ”

"The young man's analysis is quite reasonable, but what makes the little old man curious is, why are you and that girl able to walk here at such a young age, could it be that the order of the Buddhist Dao prison is disordered, and you can take a shortcut to get rid of the giant tree behind you?"

At this time, an old man on crutches walked out from the entrance of the village, his beard and hair were all white, and the old man seemed to be unable to open his eyes, and he wanted to crawl when he walked, but Li Xian could feel a powerful aura from the old man's body, which was the breath of the legendary realm.

"What?!Still can't get out?Is that bald donkey a big liar?"

The rain demon couldn't help but ask, obviously the bald donkey in his mouth may be the Buddhist powerhouse who single-handedly created this place.

The old man with a cane looked in the direction of the rain demon, and couldn't help grinning: "Junior, you are a descendant of the Rain Transformation Sect, right?"

The rain demon was shocked, but he didn't expect to see his origin at a glance, and sure enough, they were all old and immortal powerhouses, and he felt that it was necessary for him to collect his "Eight Kings". So he smiled very shyly: "The seniors are wise, the younger generations are indeed the thirty-sixth generation of the sect masters of the Huayu Sect, but because of the spirit at that time, they slaughtered a city in one go, so they were accepted by the monks, and now I don't know what year it is." ”

The old man on crutches nodded and said: "Thirty-six generations, I didn't expect that the extremely powerful Rain Sect was only passed down to the thirty-sixth generation, and I don't know if you have heard of the Shenxiao Sect, I was the sect master of the Shenxiao Sect back then, and I have some relationship with your generation of the Rain Transformation Sect." ”

"I'm sorry seniors, the juniors of the Shenxiao Sect have never heard of it. ”

The rain demon was not shocked, the generation and the old man on crutches were old acquaintances, according to the words of the average generation of sect masters every thousand years, that is, the old man was at least thirty thousand years older than himself. It's really a living pervert, and it's still alive, and it's after the loss of the origin caused by the need to supply the growth of the strange tree.

Although Li Xian didn't know the sect that the two old things were talking about, he was sure that these two people were both long-standing, but because of the erosion of the giant tree, the current combat power is estimated to be one in ten steps, and I am afraid that it is an irreparable damage, otherwise, with such a scarce legendary realm in the Tiangang Realm, as long as the Qingling Temple releases one or two strong people when necessary, wouldn't it be able to smoothly cast the Great Yan Sen Luo Yin, and why worry about the lack of numbers?

However, it is difficult for Li Xian to say such an inference, otherwise I don't know how many people will be killed? Others have the hope of escaping from the cage and returning to the top, but you have cut off the hope of others with a single word, so what do others rely on in their hearts to survive?

Of course, there are also people who don't just care about cultivation, but Li Xian can be sure that the rain demon next to him must be a man whose strength is everything.

Tell the old man on crutches about the experience of himself and the others briefly, and Li Xian and the others followed him into the village called the Living Tomb. As for why it is called the tomb of the living, Li Xian didn't ask, but he could think of it with his toes, I am afraid that it is because there must be little hope of escaping here, and the people who live here have nothing else to do except wait for death. This is the equivalent of a tomb, a living grave, so isn't the name of this small village very apt?

It is said that it is a small village, just because the houses are not small, but when he really walked into the village, Li Xian found that there were indeed not many living people here, according to the old man on crutches, there are only eleven people in the village now, of course, this also includes himself.

Originally, the monks rarely ate, and after reaching the Holy Realm, they could even survive completely on aura, but thanks to the strange tree, everyone in the village now must rely on grains and grains to survive like ordinary people.

These are all powerful people in the outside world, but now they have to live on crude food to make a living, and it is really difficult for even the most unruly guys to live here long enough.

Yes, people who have lived so calmly and ordinarily for an unknown amount of time are all in a calm mood, like an old man in the twilight, struggling to insist on the continuation of their lives. What ambitions, what blood feuds, all turned into coarse tea and light rice on the table every day, and daily work and rest.

Of course, there are also those who try to resist and try to find a way out, and of course they can only be freed by death except for becoming numb and waiting after failure.

This is the eighteenth layer of heaven that the rain demon has longed for for a long time, of course, in Li Xian's opinion, this place is still like hell, even compared to the first seventeen layers that were physically tortured, this eighteenth layer is psychologically, completely crushing the prisoners who still have hope of escaping.

The monk is compassionate, so he eliminates evil, but because it is too pure, his goodness is not necessarily compassion.

After the old man on crutches briefly described the current situation of the living tomb, he smiled at everyone: "There are a lot of houses, if you don't dislike it, just pick a place where no one lives in it, otherwise you can build it yourself, anyway, I think you three lucky guys have quite enough physical strength." I will give you some grain seeds tomorrow, as for the food and clothing before the harvest, you can also persist in your current cultivation situation, if you are really greedy, you can go to the mountains opposite the village entrance, where there are some low-level demon beasts. If you want to survive in the future, you will have to rely on yourselves. With that, the old man left slowly, not at all surprised by the newcomer, nor at all hopeful that the status quo would change. He was still alive, but apart from being able to put on a smiling face, he was no different from a dead man.

The eleven villagers, of course, are all old men on crutches, they should cook, they should rest, and those who should go out to work will go out to work, and they don't feel a trace of different emotions at all because there are suddenly three more people in the village.

The lifeless air is the truest portrayal of the tomb of the living.

"Do you regret it?" Song Xuewu looked at Li Xian and said faintly.

"Regret what?"

Li Xian looked at Song Xuewu and said with a smile: "You have fought to the death twice to save me, is it rare for me to perform once, but you are not satisfied?"

Song Xuewu said with a cheerful smile: "Sure enough, you are already my husband." ”

"I said, do you want to have so much fun, I'm dying of pain, don't you want to comfort me, a senior?"

The Rain Demon screamed behind the two of them, clutching his hair and kneeling on the ground, looking in pain.

Li Xian couldn't help but smile and said: "Senior, don't worry, the Void Realm is about to come, and the monk who lets me in, even if he can play again, will let me out within three hundred years, and at that time, maybe I will be able to fight for my seniors." ”

"What?!Since there are people outside, why don't you let us out now? Also, I can't stay in this village anymore, should we just leave, and I get angry when I see them dead and angry! However, if it's really safe outside, then why do these people gather in everything, is it just to relieve the boredom and loneliness? But it seems that they can't get lively when they get together. ”

The rain devil's pain was very sudden, and he recovered quickly, one moment he looked sad and angry, and the next moment he had changed to his devil style of despising everything, a person with such a character can really do the devil's job well? Are the monks mistaken?

Li Xian was unsuspicious in his heart, but he explained with a wry smile on his face, and said: "There is indeed a monk outside who controls this realm, but it is not necessarily the person who is on my side, I can't contact him, and whether we let us out or not can only depend on his mood." As for why he didn't tell the old man on crutches about this, it was because of the murderous aura, and the seniors believed that they also felt it, right?"

The rain devil's face returned to seriousness, and he nodded and said, "I have been a demon for so many years, if I didn't even know how to read words and looks, maybe I should have gone to hell a long time ago." This small village doesn't seem to be as harmonious as it seems. If he hadn't known that our strength was still very well preserved, I'm afraid that the old guy would have been tempted to make a move, right? But why did he want to kill us, was it to survive? But how could he kill us so that he could continue his own life?"

Li Xian shook his head and said, "I don't know any of this, but if you come, you will be safe." We don't know the outside environment yet, so it's best not to walk around rashly, just stay here for the time being, and see what kind of medicine is sold in that old fox gourd!" As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Song Xuewu beside him and said, "That old guy, you shouldn't have seen through what kind of cultivation you are, right?"

"Probably not, because the concealment method I have cultivated is the unique secret method of the Heavenly Ancestor, in order to be able to better operate in the Tiangang Realm, the Heavenly Ancestor has not put a lot of effort into it, no matter how powerful the old man is, can he still escape the calculation of the Heavenly Supreme?" Song Xuewu said very confidently.

Li Xian nodded, so that he was relieved.

Among the three, the strongest is of course not the rain demon who looks very powerful, but Song Xuewu, who doesn't make much noise around Li Xian, if the enemy wants to serve them in a pot, he will naturally focus on dealing with the rain demon, and ignore him and Song Xuewu, but this wrong judgment is enough to make any sneak attacker have no return.

"What are you two little dolls talking about?" Rain Demon felt that Li Xian's smile was a little strange, and couldn't help but ask.

Li Xian smiled: "It's nothing, seniors go, let's go cut down trees and build houses." ”

"I like to cut down trees, hahaha, just cut down those weird trees!"