Passing through the dim cavern, there is a small stone room, immersed in a dead silence, and occasionally there are gusts of mountain wind coming in from the beetle holes in the stone wall, bringing a trace of coolness, but it is also mixed with the musty smell of insect feces, and the torches inserted in the stone wall swaying and occasionally making a "crackling" sound.

"Monk, the seventh day is approaching, this seat looks at the wind and bamboo, and he is also a villain who has no faith in his words, so you can sit in this beetle peak. "It was a tall monster wearing a black cloak and a golden crown on his head, and he sat upright on a simple stone chair, with one long, sharp claw on the armrest of the chair, and the other claw raised, and his four fingers bent, straightened his index finger, and pointed downward. Behind him, several tentacles stretched out from under the cloak, dancing as if they were alive. But even though he said this, he raised his head and stared at the dark and smooth stone wall in front of him, and there was a sense of anticipation in his eyes, as if he was hoping for something, as if he could see everything outside through the cold stone wall.

"The old demon of the beetle, the poor monk sees that your conscience is not clear, why bother to recreate the killing karma, and put yourself in a catastrophe that will never recover. The sea of bitterness is boundless, and turning back is the shore!" A young monk wearing a gray monk's robe, thick eyebrows and big eyes, burly but slightly sickly-looking, sat cross-legged on the bare stone floor under the stone chair, his voice was slow, but slightly heavy, his wrist wrapped around eighteen Buddha beads, except for the middle one carved with the Buddha's head, all of them were perfectly round, glowing with crystal sandalwood.

When the old demon heard this, he retracted his gaze, looked at the monk for a long time, and a wry smile flashed across his face, and said: "Turn back to the shore?

"The other side is in your heart and mine. Kong Xing closed his eyes slightly, folded his hands and said slowly.

"In my heart?" asked the old demon with a look of surprise.

Kong Xing slowly opened his eyes, still clasped his hands, and said with a smile: "Yes, it's in your heart, it's just that the donor is too persistent and refuses to let go." ”

As if someone was talking about the central matter, the old demon was shocked, and muttered in a low voice: "Persistence...... , put down the ......" and then was silent for a long time, after all, before he could come up with a reason, he shouted angrily: "Monk, don't use your illusory truth to shake this seat, the wind and bamboo can't make promises, this seat will take you to sacrifice the flag!" As soon as the word "flag" came out, there was a more huge "rustle" sound around, which made the bones cold and the hairs stood up, and the whole stone room also shook lightly, and the silverfish hidden in the silverfish seemed to be stimulated by something, and they were excited.

The old demon looked at the four walls, moved his body slightly on the stone chair, and was slightly flustered, as if he realized that he had lost his words for a while, but immediately calmed down again, and his huge head shook and let out a loud roar, which shook the entire stone chamber and buzzed.

And the empty line, who was sitting cross-legged below, was also shocked by this sudden roar, and his ears tingled, and he hurriedly held his breath and resisted.

After the roar, the silverfish in the silverfish seemed to be appeased, and then gradually calmed down, and the stone room returned to calm, only the yin wind outside the mountain blew, poured into the silverfish hole, and let out a ghostly cry "woo" wail, which made the spine chill and shudder.

After the situation in front of him eased slightly, Kong Xing opened his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Feng Shaoxia has always been true to his word. ”

Hearing this, the old demon lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then snorted coldly: "It seems that you have full confidence in him. ”

Kong Xing smiled slightly and said, "The poor monk Guan benefactor, why not place high hopes on Feng Shaoxia." ”

The old demon looked at the empty line, turned his gaze to other places, and said with disdain: "Killing you will not be of any benefit to this seat, it is better to borrow you to fulfill this long-cherished wish." ”

Kong Xing took over and said, "This is the root of the donor's persistence." ”

When the old demon heard this, his body was shocked, and he said angrily: "The monk is not talking about anything else, and now he cares about your own life." ”

When he heard this, he was about to speak, but suddenly he felt a muffled sound from the depths of the earth below his position, which was grand and distant. Could it be the echo of the old wolf's roar? But no matter how loud the roar is, it won't take so long to respond. What's more, this muffled sound, compared to the loud roar made by the old demon of the beetle, is even more panicked, and when it reaches the ear drums, it is clear that the qi and blood flow backwards, and the five abdomen and six organs are tumbling. Fortunately, the muffled sound came and disappeared quickly, just when I was thinking about it.

There was another commotion in the surrounding silverfish, and the sound of "rustling" was even worse than before, and the silverfish were obviously restless. After a while, it turned into a loud "buzzing" sound, and then I felt an incomparable force gushing out, and the entire stone chamber and the mountain peak shook.

As if in response, there were several muffled sounds from the depths of the earth, and this time the frequency became more and more dense, as if the forces of the two sides were not compatible, and they kept colliding in the confrontation. The tense atmosphere sensed through the thick bare stones on the ground, and the old demon sat on the stone chair, his claws clasped tightly on the armrests of the stone chair, staring down at the ground with round eyes, without saying a word, with a solemn expression.

Suddenly, the muffled sound gradually moved upward, and in a trance, it could be seen that the ground was constantly undulating, as if some kind of giant beast was about to come out!

At this critical moment, the old demon of the beetle bounced up, suspended in mid-air, the cloak on his body was windless, his expression was like a great enemy, constantly dancing the tentacles around his body, and then constantly whistling from his mouth, fast and slow, high and low, left and right, as if he was arranging troops, commanding thousands of troops and horses, and fighting desperately with each other.

The stone chamber shook even more, the rocks fell one after another, the "bang bang bang" resounded non-stop, and some of the beetle passages collapsed, and the entrance was blocked.

The stones in the stone room are like rain, and the dust is flying, like gunpowder smoke, hazy, and choking.

In this way, an invisible war, in this cramped and small space, conveyed through the thick bare stone floor, the tense atmosphere lingered, making people feel the tragic abnormality beyond their sight, and even felt the silverfish army coming forward one after another, fierce and incomparable, and naturally felt the strength and power of the other party.

What kind of secrets are hidden under these eight hundred miles of beetle ridges, what kind of demons are suppressed and sealed, is it the shadow of the Demon Sect, and all kinds of thoughts and doubts are pouring into the void.

After a stick of incense, the muffled sound in the depths of the earth gradually subsided, the army of silverfish gradually subsided, the flying dust in the stone room gradually settled, and the light slowly returned to its previous state.

The old demon waited for a long time in mid-air, and when he saw that there was no change, Fang slowly fell back to the stone chair, sat down, and gently turned his huge head, obviously relieved, but he could clearly see the cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and his tiredness was fully revealed.

This confrontation, not to mention the old demon of the beetle, who was outside the matter, also felt the boundless oppressive force, sat cross-legged on the ground, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his spirit eased slightly, as if he was reborn after the catastrophe, but his body was shocked, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the placket of the gray monk's robe was immediately dyed red. Kong Xing wiped the blood flowing from his mouth and said with a smile: "Amitabha, since the poor monk was trapped in this beetle peak, he has gone through several scenes, but this time the change is the worst, what is in the heart of this earth? I don't know if the donor can tell you one or two." ”

After a long time, after the old demon waited for his breath to stabilize, he wanted to speak bluntly, but he snorted coldly and said: "Monk Kongxing, you are trapped this time, and you are not qualified to ask this seat." ”

Kongxing stood up tremblingly, folded his hands and said: "It's so inconvenient, the poor monk doesn't ask more, but the donor's anxiety is getting heavier and heavier, it seems that some things are developing in a bad direction." ”

Hearing this, the old demon was shocked, his right paw tightly clasped the armrest of the stone chair, and after thinking for a long time, Fang Xuan shouted: "The monk should say more, as soon as the seven days are over, this seat will take your life." After speaking, he snorted coldly, flicked his robe, left the stone room, and disappeared into the dim passage.

After watching the old demon leave, the empty line behind him slowly lowered his head, looked at the blood stains on his chest, and shook his head with a wry smile. Then he looked at the rubble on the ground, walked along the stone wall for a week, and put the torches that had fallen to the ground and reinserted them one by one. He staggered to a stone platform, picked up a wild fruit in the stone plate, wiped the dust on it with his hand, brought it to his mouth, took a bite, looked around while chewing, and then picked up a stone bowl and slowly drank a sip of water. When he put down the stone bowl, he accidentally saw his own reflection in the bowl, and as the water in the bowl shook, the reflection gradually blurred, but in the bowl, there was a different scene......

On that day, the sky was clear, the sun was scorching, and on the occasion of the golden stones, in the eight hundred miles of the Silverfish Ridge, a monk wearing a gray monk's robe walked hard. I saw that he was covered in dust, except for the eighteen Buddha beads that flashed with aura wrapped around his wrist, his body seemed to be roasted dry. He stopped, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, looked up at the sky, untied the water bag from his waist, and poured a few mouthfuls of water on the top of his head. Cool, poured down, he involuntarily shivered, after driving away the scorching heat, the monk's spirit doubled, but vaguely he could be seen injured.

The monk raised his eyes and looked around, except for a dead silence and desolation, not even a fly could be seen, so he secretly thought to himself: "Could it be that my chief disciple of the Kongjue Temple, Kongxing, is buried here? If this is the case, it is better to die in battle in Luotian Mountain, which can be regarded as a hero." Thinking so, he still walked forward involuntarily under his feet.