"Huh?"

This voice interrupted Su Zimo's thoughts.

At the bottom of the Buried Dragon Valley, there are really living people!

Su Zimo pushed the door and walked out, and saw a young novice, sitting cross-legged on the futon, with his hands folded, and an ancient book on his chest, chanting softly.

Su Zimo was slightly stunned.

In his mind, the living person buried at the bottom of the Dragon Valley must be an amazing character, but he didn't expect it to be such a young little novice.

The little novice in front of him, cultivated to the realm, should not exceed the Jindan realm.

Although Su Zimo's cultivation is not there, his eyesight is still there.

As if aware of this, the little novice stopped chanting and turned his head.

These eyes are as clear as water, as if they can reflect a child's heart!

Xiao Shami smiled slightly, stood up, folded his hands, and said, "Donor, you are awake." ”

Su Zimo stepped forward, bowed, and saluted: "Under Su Zimo, thank you for saving your life." ”

"Donors don't have to be like that. ”

Xiao Shami said with a smile: "It was the master and his old man who noticed it, and the little monk brought the donor back." ”

"Master?"

Su Zimo's tone revealed a hint of surprise.

In this way, it seems that there is not only one little novice buried at the bottom of the Dragon Valley!

Xiao Shami nodded, his eyes fell on the main hall not far away, and said, "However, Master is in retreat, and there is no one for the time being. ”

Not far from the Daxiong Treasure Palace, the door of the temple is closed.

Su Zimo nodded and asked, "How long have I been in a coma?"

"More than a month. ”

Su Zimo was silent, pursed his lips, and only felt that the corners of his mouth were a little bitter.

Due to the destruction of his cultivation, his body's self-healing power has also decreased greatly, and this injury, for more than a month, he has not been able to heal!

After a little silence, Su Zimo asked again: "How long will it take for the master who dares to ask Daoyou to get out of the customs?"

"The little monk doesn't know. ”

Xiao Shami shook his head and said, "It could be tomorrow, it could be a year, it could be a hundred years." ”

"100 Years ......"

Su Zimo smiled bitterly.

Sensing Su Zimo's disappointment, Xiao Shami comforted him very seriously: "Donor, you don't have to worry, time flies, like a white horse passing through a gap, a hundred years of life, but in the blink of an eye." ”

The little novice looked like he was no more than a teenager.

These words came out of his mouth, which was really nondescript and seemed a little strange.

Xiao Shami said: "If the donor is bored, he can look through the scriptures in the Tibetan Pavilion at will. These Buddhist scriptures are broad and profound, containing the secrets of heaven and earth, even if they are exhausted, they may not be able to get a glimpse of the mysteries. ”

"There is a lot of fun in the scriptures, and once you immerse yourself in it, before you know it, time passes. A hundred years, and very fast. ”

Xiao Shami said it easily, but Su Zimo really couldn't arouse his interest.

Su Zimo didn't want to refuse Xiao Shami's kindness, so he nodded and smiled, his eyes turned, looked around, and looked around.

There are not many buildings in this compound, only two.

One is the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the other is the Daxiong Treasure Palace, and there is not even a meditation room.

This is a humble ancient temple.

Old, old!

The only two buildings also look old, I don't know how many winds and rains they have experienced, and they are full of traces of time.

In front of the main hall, two vegetable gardens are planned, which can be regarded as the only trace of greenery.

The gate of the ancient temple was in tatters, and it seemed that it would collapse at any moment when it was blown by the wind, and it creaked and rattled.

"At the bottom of the Burial Dragon Valley, how can there be such a strange ancient temple?"

Su Zimo's expression was a little dazed.

For a moment, there seemed to be some spiritual light flashing through my mind.

But at this time, Su Zimo's mind was in chaos, and most of his mind was thinking about how to restore his cultivation, and he didn't think about it.

After standing for a while, Su Zimo turned around and walked towards the door of the ancient temple.

This ancient temple, as far as the eye can see, is almost unobstructed, and there is really nothing to see.

Su Zimo wanted to go outside to see what was at the bottom of this burial Dragon Valley!

Xiao Shami's expression was a little worried, and he couldn't help but say, "Donor, you have not recovered from your serious injuries, don't go too far, it's very dangerous outside." ”

"Thank you for reminding me, I'll be careful. ”

Su Zimo hugged his fists and thanked him, turned around and walked out.

As soon as he stepped out of the door of the ancient temple, a gust of wind blew, and Su Zimo couldn't help but shiver.

Ahead is a winding rift valley with countless gravel on the ground and strange rocks on the mountain walls on either side.

In the whole rift, there is a deathly silence!

Su Zimo frowned slightly, hesitated, and walked forward.

The little fox looked a little frightened, but still chose to follow behind Su Zimo.

Su Zimo looked up.

The fog surged above the rift, and 10,000 years ago, countless strong men fought against the remaining forces, converging above, forming a chaotic field of power.

Anyone who enters it will be strangled into a blood mist!

Su Zimo's cultivation was abolished, and he lost all means of volleying, and it was easy to jump from above, but if he wanted to go up, it was already impossible.

Su Zimo realized that if he couldn't resume his cultivation, he would probably run out of life at the bottom of this valley in the future and grow old slowly.

How can I restore my cultivation?

Jindan was shattered to pieces and had completely collapsed.

The dantian became a leaky existence, unable to gather aura at all.

Jindan is impossible to recover.

The only thing that has the potential to recover is Nedan.

Although the inner dan was covered with cracks, at least it was still intact.

But how can Nedan be repaired?

Su Zimo has not yet cultivated to the realm of swallowing the essence of the sun and the moon, and if he wants to cultivate a demon, he must devour a large amount of life essence!

It can be fresh flesh and blood, it can be a treasure of heaven and earth, it can be a panacea......

But at the bottom of the Dragon Valley, there was nothing but him, the little fox, the little novice and his master, two ordinary vegetable gardens!

Unable to replenish energy, it is difficult for the Great Desolate Demon King's Secret Archive to operate, let alone repair the Inner Dan.

Su Zimo fell into deep thought, but his footsteps did not stop, and he subconsciously walked forward.

After turning a corner, the little fox suddenly stopped, opened his mouth to bite Su Zimo's trouser leg, and pulled him desperately.

Su Zimo was shocked in his heart and woke up from his contemplation.

The ground in front of him was covered with corpses.

Some lay sideways, some sat on the ground, some were broken, and all sorts of things.

The corpses were everywhere, as far as the eye could see, and spread all the way to the end of the rift.

Su Zimo realized that these bones should have been buried in this rift valley from the catastrophe 10,000 years ago.

Even after 10,000 years, these bones still have no trace of decay, and they are as crystal clear as jade!

Among these corpses, Su Zimo even saw a complete body that did not decompose!

How terrible should this person be in his life?

Ten thousand years have passed, and the flesh does not rot!

Suddenly, Su Zimo felt a red light flickering in the corner of his eyes, and subconsciously turned his head to look.

"Huh?"

Su Zimo's pupils contracted violently, and the hairs on his body stood up!

A few drops of blood were splashed on the surrounding stone walls.

Su Zimo just glanced at it, and he felt that his eyes were in sharp pain, and his eyeballs were about to burst!

"What kind of strong man's blood is this, it has such terrifying power!"

After a gap of 10,000 years, just the splashed drops of blood almost killed Su Zimo!

At this moment, a strong sense of crisis came to my heart!