Su Heng's pupils contracted slightly, and a little curious look appeared on his face.

The person from the Western Regions in front of him, although he is not a grandmaster, is also very good at his means.

This knife cuts down.

Not only is it extremely fast, but it is also extremely powerful.

It was like more than a dozen martial artists with the limit of the oven shooting at the same time, hitting towards an extremely lethal point.

If it's an ordinary martial artist.

In front of this person, I'm afraid I can't even walk through a face.

Even if the Grandmaster is strong, there will be a slight threat.

It's a pity.

More than half a year of painstaking research.

Su Heng's understanding of martial arts has been improved by at least two steps, and such a change can be described as a rebirth.

There was no need for the terrifying eyesight brought by the heavy pupil to assist, Su Heng just smeared a force with his hand, and swung it forward like picking flowers and twisting leaves, but it landed on the blade accurately, emitting a crisp metallic trill like a dragon's groan.

Hiss –

The arrogant look on Setin's face vanished and turned into shock.

He only felt that his knife was like a slash on the turbulent water, and his proud strength dissipated invisibly.

Followed by.

Roar!

Faintly, a beast's roar exploded in his ears.

Setin's whole body trembled violently, and there was a sharp pain like a tear in the arm holding the knife.

Poof!

His face turned pale.

An arm holding a long knife flew out of the air and landed on the ground with a muffled pop.

Setin clutched his broken arm, endured the pain, and looked at Su Heng with a distorted face.

saw that the other party was just standing in place casually.

It's as if everything that happened just now was just a hallucination.

This strength.

It was so terrifying that he didn't even see how the other party made a move, so he was cut off an arm.

Setin had no doubt that if the other party had murderous intent in the process of fighting just now, what fell to the ground now would probably no longer be his own arm, but his head.

Come to think of it.

Setin took a long breath, gritted his teeth, and half-knelt on the ground.

"Thank you for not killing!"

Su Heng's gaze swept over Setin's body and landed on Xue Qing's body, "Is there anyone else you want to try, it just so happens that the master of this valley hasn't done it for a long time." ”

As he spoke, the corners of Su Heng's mouth opened and a smile appeared.

Everyone present shuddered in unison.

Setin's strength was almost the strongest among these people, and he didn't even walk over in Su Heng's hands.

When they go up and go up, don't they look for their own death?

Xue Qing could only take a step forward, barely squeezing out a smile on his face, and said stubbornly, "It is already merciful for the predecessors to keep Setin's life, how can we be ungrateful, I don't know what to do." ”

"Let's go!"

After speaking, Xue Qing waved his hand.

The gang left as if they were fleeing, and disappeared from Su Heng's gaze in the blink of an eye.

"Snow Red Mansion." Su Heng stayed where he was, deep in thought.

In the past half a year or so, Su Heng has occasionally dealt with and shocked some young people, but Xue Honglou is still the first one who has really encountered a grandmaster-level big force.

"The news that the imperial court sent troops, I'm afraid it's true."

Su Heng frowned and thought.

A gloomy look cast cast on his heart.

The world is so wonderful, and earlier I saw a peaceful scenery of living and working in peace and contentment.

But it only took a few hours to get the news, and I am afraid that it will not be long before all this will dissipate in an instant like a floating cloud.

I'm afraid that the tranquility of Yunzhou will not last long.

With the power of Li Er and the Medicine King Valley, it is not realistic to want to confront the Great Moon Dynasty's Bingge Iron Horse head-on.

You have to plan ahead.

Fortunately, for today's matter, Su Heng has already prepared.

Even if the news from the people in Xuehong Mansion was a little abrupt at this time, he didn't feel panicked.

……

Su Heng did not choose to return to Yunzhou Mansion and continue to accompany his family.

It's about reversing direction.

Run towards the location of Koizumi Mountain.

Although there are still more than ten days before the traditional Ghost Festival in the Great Moon, Su Heng plans to go to Xiaoquan Mountain first to see if he can find traces of the four-armed enma.

Xiaoquan Mountain is on the east side of Yunzhou Mansion, and the straight-line distance is about 70 kilometers.

For a master like Su Heng.

If you are in a hurry at full speed, you can reach it in only half an hour.

The scenery of Xiaoquan Mountain is very good, the water is murmuring all year round, and the bamboo forest is lush, but the place is too remote and there are not too many tourists.

In the past, there was also a temple on Koizumi Mountain.

It's called Koizumiji.

I don't know why, but decades ago, the monk coefficient in Koizumi Temple disappeared.

Even the temple gradually fell into ruin and became a ghost temple.

"Now that I think about it, the inexplicable disappearance of those monks should have something to do with the four-armed enma recorded by that grandmaster." With such an idea, Su Heng went straight to the abandoned Xiaoquan Temple.

The temple has been abandoned for decades.

The walls are mottled and covered with cobwebs.

Although it was just past noon, the sunlight was blocked by the leaves, and there was not much left when it fell on the temple.

The mountain breeze blows.

The mountains and forests swayed, and the overlapping sounds were like ghosts crying.

Su Heng pushed open the old gate and walked in the temple, and he actually felt a chill on his body inexplicably.

With his current physique, even if he walked naked in the ice and snow, he would not feel the slightest cold, and this coldness was more likely to act on Su Heng's heart.

"It's really weird."

After perceiving this, Su Heng not only felt afraid.

Instead, there was a burst of joy in my heart.

At least.

This is not a trip for nothing.

He moved on.

Passing through the door, you came to an abandoned courtyard covered with dead leaves.

In the middle of the courtyard is a dry well with a flourishing locust tree planted next to it.

Su Heng patiently walked around the courtyard, but unfortunately, he couldn't find any clues, but he felt that the chill was seeping into his heart more and more.

He raised his hand.

I saw that the back of my hand was actually covered with a thin layer of frost.

"Insect carving skills."

Su Heng snorted coldly and silently recited the mental method recorded in the Cave Xuan Sutra.

As a warm current emerged from the spirit, the thin layer of frost vanished.

Although these frosts do not exist real but act on the spiritual realm, they can also bring real lethality, if an ordinary martial artist strays into this courtyard.

If you don't take precautions.

It is possible to be frozen to death in it without even realizing it.

Su Heng walked through the courtyard and continued forward.

Behind the courtyard is an empty square, and beyond that is a road leading to the mountain.

Walking up the dusty old stone road, you can see a quaint temple perched on top of a hill.

Su Heng took a step forward and stepped into the square.

Kiss!

Suddenly.

There was a sound in his ears like the bursting of bubbles.

The scene in front of me appeared ripples, gradually distorted like a faded oil painting, and then quickly emerged a new scene.

"This..."

Rao is Su Heng was already mentally prepared.

Suddenly, when I saw such a change, a look of surprise appeared on my face.

The empty and silent square is gone, replaced by a bustling urban area.

This street is full of people coming and going, and people are buzzing. It's just that if you look closely, you can find that those figures are all blurry, especially when walking, there is no ups and downs, like wandering shadows.

And at first glance, the sound sounded very lively, as if there were many people talking and being in the middle of a busy market.

But when Su Heng wanted to discern carefully.

It was as if a thick layer of glass had been separated, and even with the strong perception he had strengthened many times, he couldn't hear clearly.

"It's a bit of a weird market, too."

Su Heng thought of this, and then laughed unconsciously.

In this deserted deep mountain and old forest, such a bustling and lively market suddenly appeared, if there is no weirdness is abnormal.

He didn't feel any fear when he was cultivating himself, but he was a little curious. The scenery in front of him reminded him of the interior scene that was shown when the master Liu Qingqing taught the Cave Xuan Sutra.

Both are created out of nothing and act on the spiritual realm.

There may be similarities.

It's just that such a realm is mysterious even among grandmasters, and it may even have surpassed the limits that grandmasters can touch.

Even if Su Heng already knew something under the leadership of Liu Qingqing, he only knew what it was, but he didn't know why.

There is still a long way to go before we can grasp the true mysteries of this.

He's not in a hurry.

If it comes, it will be safe.

Follow the "bustling" streets all the way.

I didn't take two steps before I smelled a mouth-watering aroma of hot noodle soup.

Su Heng stopped, looked in the direction where the fragrance came from, and immediately saw a steaming noodle stall not far from the roadside.

There is a black flag inserted on the noodle stall as a signboard, and the four big characters of "Xu Ji Noodle Stall" are written in the blood-colored pen and ink of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing. The owner of the noodle stall is a middle-aged man with a white cloth on his shoulders and a blessed face.

The man probably noticed Su Heng.

He grinned and took the initiative to shout, "Guest officer, do you want a bowl of fresh noodle soup?" Delicious and affordable. ”

Su Heng wanted to refuse, but the churning bone broth was boiled out of something, and at a distance of more than ten meters, the delicious taste was like life drilling into his nostrils.

He hesitated.

Reaching out and feeling some broken silver in his pocket, he chose to sit down.

"Two bowls of noodles." Su Heng said gently.

"Okay!"

The boss smiled and agreed, and began to get busy.

Taking advantage of this time, Su Heng began to seriously look at the surrounding environment.

There were still seven or eight figures sitting near the noodle stall, but they were all a little blurry, and they couldn't see their faces clearly with their backs to Su Heng, they were just eating noodles in a big gulp, and they didn't make a sound.

And further afield.

on the streets.

There is an old man who sells sugar gourds with a straw pole, and there is also a little girl in a skirt carrying a basket of flowers.

In this urban area, the shadows of the customers who come and go are blurred, but the people who set up the stalls are very vivid, with a friendly smile on their faces.

"Your face is here!"

Before Su Heng could think of it, he came up with a three-seven-twenty-one.

The shopkeeper with a white cloth on his shoulder shouted, and put a bowl of steaming somen noodles in front of Su Heng.

I don't know what material this bowl of noodles is made of, it turned out to be black, and some chopped green onions were sprinkled on it, and when it was washed by the hot bone broth, the heat mixed with the fragrance came straight to the face.

"I ordered two bowls of noodles."

Su Heng took the chopsticks, looked up and said to the shopkeeper.

"You eat first, I'll prepare it for you right away." The shopkeeper said to Su Heng kindly.

"Shopkeeper." Over there, a guest with his back to Su Heng greeted him, "The taste of your soup is a little light." ”

"Okay, I'll give you a taste!"

The store left in a hurry.

When he came to the stove where the noodle soup was boiling, he saw him holding his head with both hands, and he turned it so hard that he unscrewed his head off like this, and then groped to find the soup pot, and threw his head into it by the way.

The wet head rose and fell in the boiling soup pot like this, and there was that kind smile on the head.

As if they hadn't noticed, the people around them were still eating the noodles in the bowl.

It seems that this is just a commonplace thing and not worth the slightest surprise.

Su Heng silently withdrew his gaze.

Looking out towards the street.

But I saw—

The old man selling sugar gourds took off a bamboo stick, and instead of a red sugar gourd, there were black and white eyeballs on it, which were still spinning as if they were alive.

One by one, the pupils contracted, and the sneering eyes fell on Su Heng.

And the other side.

The basket of the little girl in the Luo skirt was not a colorful flower, but a rotting palm covered with corpse spots.

Su Heng heard staggering footsteps approaching.

Look up.

I saw the noodle stall owner with a white cloth on his shoulder appear in front of him, holding a human head full of soup and water in his hand.

The man grinned, with a kind smile, and asked very seriously, "Guest officer, why don't you eat it, is it because our noodles don't match your taste?" ”

I don't know if it's because it's been boiling in the soup pot for too long.

When the boss speaks.

The white, swollen flesh of his face began to peel off, revealing the white bones and scarlet muscular vessels beneath him.

Hear that.

Su Heng didn't see a look of fear on his face, he just looked down at the bowl by himself.

Not surprisingly, the noodles and bone broth in the bowl also disappeared.

The black noodles were rotten fingers, the thick bone broth was scarlet and stinking blood, and the green onions sprinkled on it were wriggling live maggots!

The shopkeeper looked at Su Heng with a smile, and the smile on his face became more and more weird.

The overlapping ghosts around him also vaguely gathered towards the position of the noodle stall at this time, blocking Su Heng inside.

If ordinary people fall into such a gloomy ghost city, they would have been scared by the and urine flowing together, and their souls would be scattered.

But Su Heng was not afraid.

I saw him sneer, and his figure became bigger and bigger.

The cast shadow enveloped all the surrounding ghosts, and then the mouth cracked to the base of the ear, opening the huge mouth of the snake, and drinking the black, black, red and red flesh of the bowl with its head up.

(End of chapter)