The howl is terrible!

Smellers, can't help but tingle the scalp!

It was as if the existence that made a terrible and miserable howl was suffering from inhuman torture!

"What happened?"

Lu Qingshan was startled, his figure flickered, and he was about to walk out of the main hall to see what was going on.

"Don't!"

The little monk hurriedly spoke out to stop Lu Qingshan.

The little monk said: "Master Lu, don't go out, it's late at night, and the undead are infested, it's very dangerous!"

"Huh?"

Lu Qingshan walked a few steps briskly and looked outside the main hall.

Sure enough, it was pitch black outside, only a faint shadow, shaking.

Miserable howls, one after another!

There was even a terrifying aura emanating from it, even if it was so far away, it made Lu Qingshan feel very dangerous.

Whining!

A black shadow that could not be seen clearly with the naked eye suddenly appeared outside the main hall.

On the holy bone, the golden light flashed, and a sword intent flew out, slashing the black shadow!

Suddenly, Lu Qingshan turned around and said, "Where is the big black bull?"

The little monk said: "It's out! Calculate the time, it should be back soon!"

Meantime.

Outside the main hall, there was a cry of "moo", like a thunderous explosion.

Lu Qingshan nodded.

After a while, the Black Fire Ox returned.

There were no injuries on his body, but he looked a little tired.

Lu Qingshan walked over and asked, "Is there anything you found outside?"

The Black Fire Bull didn't say a word, just shook his head with a gloomy expression.

In the darkness of the night.

The miserable howls came and went!

It wasn't until dawn that the howls gradually died down.

The three of them walked out of the main hall together.

Outside the main hall, there are dense traces, and it seems that there were many existences last night.

Many corpses were left behind.

The little monk said: "After we woke up, we went out to the main hall once, and there were already a lot of corpses outside!"

Lu Qingshan's eyes were thoughtful, and he guessed: "Those stone men should be guarding this mountain, but unfortunately, the last stone man was shattered, so there are so many undead suddenly appearing!"

Lu Qingshan's guess was very agreed by the little monk and the lord of the Fenghai Kingdom.

At night, it is very dangerous.

But during the day, it's much safer.

Three people and one cow, continue to climb the mountain.

This majestic mountain, though inferior to the other peaks in this mountain range, has all been reduced to ruins.

But most of the buildings on it have collapsed.

Inside, even though there are some treasures, but after so many years, I'm afraid they have already been broken.

And.

Eight hundred years ago, the Dragon Emperor once drove to the Smoke and Rain Cave Heaven, and even some treasures really survived, I am afraid that they all fell into the hands of the Dragon Emperor.

However, despite this, the three of them and one cow still continue to move forward, hoping to gain something.

Finally.

An hour later, the trio and a cow found a stone stele.

The stele, which seems to have withstood some terrible power, is somewhat damaged.

But, fortunately, there is still a part left.

On the stele, a practice of cultivation is recorded.

When the Lord of the Fenghai Kingdom saw the record on the stone tablet, he immediately showed excitement and hurriedly rubbed the content on it.

Lu Qingshan just glanced at it simply, and he had already lost interest, the exercises were incomplete, and they were not worth cultivating.

On the contrary, it is the lord of the Wind Sea Country, who may know the broken part, and it may be useful.

The little monk is from the Great Compassion Temple, and he won't pay attention to this incomplete exercise.

As for the Black Fire Ox?

This product swept by a pair of bull's eyes, very disdainful.

It just followed closely behind Lu Qingshan and never gave up.

After the futilated exercises on the stone tablet branded by the Lord of the Fenghai Kingdom, the three of them and one ox moved forward again.

As you climb the mountain, you can see many traces that have survived.

It's just that all this can't beat the years after all.

After a long time, Lu Qingshan sighed lightly and said, "We came too late!"

The little monk and the lord of the Fenghai Kingdom thought so!

If it could have been hundreds of years earlier, then there would definitely be more treasures left in the Smoke and Rain Cave.

Unfortunately, there are no more now.

Finally.

Three people and one ox arrived at the top of the mountain.

Standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the small mountains, you can feel the horror of the smoke and rain faction back then.

But it was all gone.

On the top of the mountain.

A small courtyard existed.

Quietly.

No damage was suffered.

Lu Qingshan pointed to the small courtyard and said, "Why don't we go in and take a look?"

Since you're here, you're definitely going to go in and have a look.

The little monk and the lord of the Fenghai Kingdom all nodded.

Follow.

Lu Qingshan pushed open the courtyard door, and the three of them entered in turn.

As soon as he entered, Lu Qingshan's complexion changed suddenly.

In the small courtyard, there was a monk in a white robe, looking out of the courtyard with a compassionate face.

It seems that he is waiting for the arrival of three people and one cow.

"Amitabha!"

The white-robed monk clasped his hands together and said with compassion on his face, "No one has come for many years, donors, please take a seat!"

In the small courtyard, it is very quiet.

The white-robed monk had compassion on his face, which made people feel even more disgusted.

Lu Qingshan turned his head and glanced at the little monk, but found that the little monk was dumbfounded, and his eyes revealed a thick sense of disbelief.

It seems that the little monk recognized the monk in front of him.

"Donors, please sit down, and the poor monk will go and make a pot of tea!"

The white-robed monk brushed his sleeves, and the dust on the stone tables and chairs in the courtyard was all dispersed and became very clean.

Follow.

The white-robed monk entered the house.

Lu Qingshan walked up to the little monk and said in a low voice, "You seem to know?"

The little monk nodded absentmindedly and replied in a low voice, "Impossible, this is impossible! How could he still be alive?"

Lu Qingshan heard something unusual, and hurriedly said, "Who is he? What are you talking about?"

It's just that as soon as Lu Qingshan's words came out, before the little monk could answer, the white-robed monk had already walked out.

In his hand, he held a pot of tea, and several tea cups!

The white-robed monk smiled, looked at the little monk, and said, "If the poor monk didn't admit his mistake, this little master should be from my Great Compassion Temple, I don't know if it?"

The little monk nodded and said, "The little monk is exactly." But ......"

After a pause, the little monk finally expressed the doubts in his heart and said, "However, if the little monk is not mistaken, the Puwu Holy Monk should have been killed by the Dragon Emperor eight hundred years ago, and you shouldn't be still alive!"

The white-robed monk smiled and said, "Eight hundred years later, there are still people who remember the name of the poor monk! Yes, the poor monk is Puwu." Back then, the Dragon Emperor killed the poor monk, and what remains now is just a relic of the poor monk!"

After a slight pause, the Puwu Holy Monk said: "After waiting for eight hundred years, after all, I am waiting for someone who is destined!"

His gaze looked at the little monk, with compassion and softness in his eyes, and said, "Since you are a disciple of my Great Compassion Temple, then you should bring my relics back to the Great Compassion Temple." ”

As he spoke, the holy monk walked towards the little monk.

At this moment, Lu Qingshan's face changed drastically, as if he had thought of something, and shouted, "Little monk, run!"

(End of chapter)