Su Mo got up, walked cautiously to the stele, and suddenly felt a little distracted when he looked at the stele.

A few words were engraved on the stele.

"Mo Xian Xianyao, Mo Xun Changsheng ......" Cangsheng pen unconsciously read out those words on Su Mo's shoulder.

"What does that mean?" Cangsheng pen is puzzled.

Su Mo didn't answer, just looked at the stele in a daze......

Cangshengbi turned around, looked at Su Mo strangely, and wondered, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Su Mo stiffly turned his head and looked at Cangsheng pen in a daze.

Cangshengbi looked at Su Mo's gaze, and suddenly felt a creepy feeling.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Su Mo turned his head to look at the stele again, the eight words on the stele seemed to be blurred in the endless erosion of wind and frost, but he still felt familiar.

"Mo Xun Changsheng, you don't think that the word Changsheng is you, right?" Cangsheng couldn't help but speak, "Then I think you're thinking too much." ”

"These two words of immortality obviously refer to the art of immortality!"

Su Mo shook his head, took a deep breath, and said jerkyly, "It's not these two words that I care about. ”

"And what do you care?" Cangsheng pen is puzzled.

Su Mo didn't explain, just looked at the Cangsheng pen, and then casually summoned the Heavenly Sword.

Su Mo held the sword, and on the side of the eight characters, he re-engraved them according to the eight big characters.

When Su Mo withdrew the Heavenly Sword, the Cangsheng pen fell into a stupor.

It looked at the original eight big characters, and then looked at the eight big characters carved by Su Mo again, and seemed to swallow a mouthful of saliva, jerky......

"How is this possible?"

"This handwriting ......"

Su Mo didn't speak, just nodded, his expression dazed.

"The handwriting on the stele is exactly the same as the handwriting you left!"

Cangsheng Pen finally found the problem.

Although the eight characters on the stele are dim, you can still see the handwriting left on the stele many years ago and the handwriting left by Su Mo...... Same.

Mo Xian Xianyao, don't look for immortality!

These eight words seem to be a warning, a word to warn those who later ascended to immortals.

Cangsheng pen suddenly felt a chill, an endless sense of horror...... It was as if someone was watching their every move.

"You've been on the Immortal Road before?"

Su Mo shook his head with great confirmation, "No!" ”

"Then these eight words ......" Cangsheng couldn't say it anymore, and he didn't know how to open his mouth again.

Su Mo also didn't know what to do, it seemed that the fear of being dominated by fate in the Nine Heavens once again appeared in Su Mo's heart.

Everything is a mystery, how could he encounter the admonition that he once stayed on the immortal road on the immortal road?

In a moment of silence, Cangsheng Pen finally spoke:

"There is only one explanation, your handwriting is exactly the same as that of a person who ascended to the immortal in the past."

Su Mo looked at the stone tablet, "Do you think it's possible?" ”

Cangsheng thought for a while, "That is, someone imitated your handwriting and left a ...... on the immortal road countless years ago."

After thinking about it, it's even more impossible!

"Let's go quickly, I have a bad feeling......" Cangsheng pen retracted back on Su Mo's bundle of hair.

"It's like having a pair of eyes watching us all the time."

This problem cannot be solved.

There can be no perfect explanation anyway.

It is impossible for Su Mo to go on the immortal road, and it is impossible for someone to imitate Su Mo's handwriting countless years ago and leave words on the immortal road.

There seems to be only one explanation left, and that is coincidence!

It's just that this coincidence still makes people shudder......

Su Mo got up and no longer rested, but walked towards the immortal road.

It's just that he still hasn't forgotten, picking up the bones that fell on the fairy road along the way.

Its steps were still slow, but there seemed to be something more in the back of the white robe.

The fairy road is shining, and the blue ghost fire seems to be some indescribable desolation at night......

......

The clouds are dew, and the beads are turning.

The fairy road with no end in sight is bleak and bleak, and the white clothes are still stepping on the fairy road, step by step.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Coming from the Immortals, time has become blurred.

The passage of time seems to be a very boring thing on the fairy road.

The fluttering in white clothes, silent and silent. It seems to be dancing with the wind blowing on the ancient road of the fairy road.

It seems that I have forgotten why I want to ascend to the immortal, and I have forgotten when I ascended the immortal road.

I only know that if you go ahead, you have to take those predecessors who are buried on the fairy road with you on the way......

"How long have we been gone?" Su Mo asked.

"I can't remember exactly...... Cangsheng pen responded, "It seems to be a long time, a year or two." ”

Su Mo was exhausted, looked at the immortal road that was far away, and couldn't help but sigh.

If you don't pick up the bones, you may have already arrived.

"Why every time I go out with you, it's walking." Cangsheng pen complained, the same was true of the last time I went to Sumeru, and the same was true of Dengxian this time.

It seems that in front of them, there is an endless road.

After stepping into the fairy realm, is it the same?

Thinking about it, the pen feels painful.

Su Mo bent down and picked up another pair of broken bones and put them into the spirit ring, his eyes in a trance.

Looking at Su Mo's appearance, Cangshengbi couldn't help but speak: "Do you want to rest?" ”

"I just feel tired, but I'm not really tired, what's the use of resting?" Su Mo shook his head.

Cangsheng didn't speak again, but looked lazy, with a hair, napping on Su Mo's shoulder.

Su Mo looked at the mountains of dry bones in his spiritual ring, shook his head and continued to walk forward, "I don't know that one is the father of the demon saint." ”

The voice of the Cangsheng pen finally sounded, "Pick up the bones of the old man, you can't worship?" ”

Su Mo was stunned for a moment, and looked at Cangsheng Pen suspiciously.

Cangsheng Bi looked at Su Mo's gaze, "Don't say that you have nothing to do with that demon saint, the pen master doesn't believe it." ”

Su Mo took a deep breath and took heavy steps, "I originally thought there was something, but I asked her, and she said nothing." ”BIquGe.biz

"What." Cangsheng pen disdainfully, "Everyone can see that the demon saint is different from you." ”

"Demon saint, don't you have a shelf in front of you?"

Su Mo pondered for a long time and did not speak.

Cangsheng Pen continued to speak: "If it weren't for the fact that she hadn't ascended to the Immortal Realm, with her talent, she would have already been ranked in the Immortal Class. ”

"As soon as she ascends to the Immortal Realm, she will definitely jump directly to several realms of you."

"Hmm!" Su Mo nodded, "Seniors are seniors!" ”

Cangsheng pouted, and when he was about to speak, he suddenly stayed where he was.

Su Mo, like Cangshengbi, no longer spoke, but looked in one direction and fell silent.

In front of them, another stone tablet appeared.

The second stele is engraved with eight large characters in the same handwriting:

Don't ask about long ballads, don't make Dan Dao......

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