Night.

The sky is full of stars.

The entire Shaomuro Mountain was covered with a layer of black and misty color.

Thirty-six Heavenly Peaks are full of shadows and shadows in the hazy night, filled with a mysterious atmosphere.

Zhang Yuan waited in the town for an afternoon, and he didn't see any other Longmen powerhouses.

He looked up at Shaomuro Mountain, his brow furrowed.

It's weird.

All afternoon, he had a feeling of restlessness.

It was as if some mysterious aura had affected his mood.

It was definitely the first time he had felt this way since he entered this world.

He could clearly feel the disturbance of his heartbeat, and even the cold hair stood up from time to time.

"How so? Am I too nervous? My nerves are too tense during this time?"

Zhang Yuan frowned.

looked at the cold hairs on his arms that stood up again.

Again.

As if they didn't belong to them, they all stood on end.

At the same time, my heart is beating faster.

His true qi swirled around his body a few times, and suddenly these cold hairs recovered again, and even the beating frequency of his heart returned to normal again.

Zhang Yuan was deeply puzzled.

"Is this what is called intuition? Does that mean danger?"

He knew that all grandmaster-level characters could achieve the unity of heaven and man, and they could be keenly aware of some potential crises.

This ability to perceive crises will vary according to the strength of different people.

The powerhouse of the land list will undoubtedly have more accurate and keen insight into the crisis than ordinary grandmasters.

He had never experienced the unity of heaven and man, and he did not know what the induction of heaven and man was.

But this bizarre manifestation of the body at this moment is definitely a spontaneous response to an invisible crisis.

"Could it be that the demon king who is breaking through the seal is really so terrifying? But I'm down the mountain, no matter how terrifying it is, it can't affect me from such a distance, right?"

Zhang Yuan wondered.

For an afternoon, this mysterious stress reaction has been appearing in me.

At first, he thought everyone was perceiving.

However, he had carefully observed the other charlatans in the town, and none of them had such a reaction.

So, it's kind of weird.

Is it a sense of crisis coming from the mountains?

Or is it the Demon Buddha mark on his body that is doing tricks?

Zhang Yuan looked at the dark Shaomu Mountain, and hesitated for a long time in his heart before finally making a decision.

It's all here, and you have to mix in and see what you say.

This bizarre feeling is by no means groundless.

Even if he is caught, explain it carefully, the people inside should listen to it, after all, they are all famous and decent.

Of course, he still tried to pray that he would not be caught.

After all, this kind of thing involves the face of Shaolin.

Zhang Yuan took out the mask he had just bought from his arms, put it on his face, flashed in the dark night, and swept away into the distance.

Didn't enter through the main entrance.

He made a long detour, from the area of the back mountain towards Shaolin.

Shaolin is worthy of being a great martial arts sect in the world, when Zhang Yuan detoured from the back mountain, he felt several powerful breaths, there is no doubt that they are all grandmasters, each breathing deeply, opening the eyes of heaven, guarding the various dangerous places in the back mountain, the eyes are like lightning, and the slightest movement can not hide from them.

If it weren't for Zhang Yuan's cultivation being deep enough, he would definitely have been discovered.

He finally knew how difficult it was to get into Shaolin.

Ordinary grandmasters, don't even think about it.

Zhang Yuan hid his breath and avoided several groups of powerful monks before finally slipping into the area of the back mountain, where strange rocks are towering, strange peaks are towering, and pines and cypresses are planted everywhere.

When he first arrived, he was even a little lost, it was dark everywhere, and the mountain roads were vertical and horizontal, and he couldn't tell which was which.

It's not like Taiyue, he can spin around at will, and he doesn't have to worry about anything.

This is Shaolin, and once you turn around, you may be discovered at any time.

"Quack"

As Zhang Yuan cautiously groped here, a shrill scream sounded overhead, making him almost jump up and immediately look up.

On the treetops, a black crow stood there alone, with a pair of dark eyes like a whirlpool, strafing in all directions, and quietly landed on Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan's eyelids jumped wildly.

"Dead Bird, why are you here?"

He asked in a low voice.

This dead bird actually mixed into Shaolin.

"Quack, boy, what the hell are you doing?"

The black crow asked.

"Leave me alone, what are you doing here? What about that stupid cow?"

Zhang Yuan drank lowly.

"Quack, don't ask what Lao Tzu is doing, you can turn slowly, by the way, there seem to be a few sneaky figures in front. ”

The black crow spoke, shook its wings, and flew away from here.

"Dead Bird"

Zhang Yuan shouted in a low voice.

But the black crow was very fast and disappeared directly into the darkness.

Zhang Yuan didn't dare to chase after him, for fear that he would make some movement and be discovered by the Shaolin grandmaster.

At this moment, his heart was secretly amazed.

Someone ahead?

Who is it?

Zhang Yuan hid his breath, blended into the darkness, and quietly approached the front, his spiritual sense expanded to the extreme, and he finally noticed the slightest movement.

It sounded like someone was whispering, vague, unclear, as if it had been cut off by a mysterious force.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he crept over the treetops.

After a while, he found that in the remote shadows ahead, two figures met, sneaky, muttering words that he couldn't understand.

Zhang Yuan's brows furrowed slightly.

The voice sounded so strange, I could hear their voices, but I felt that every word seemed to come from a dream, hazy, plausible.

He tried his best to capture every word, but the more he did, the more vague it became.

Zhang Yuan was secretly shocked.

What kind of advanced whispering technique is this?

He cautiously approached forward.

At this time, I could roughly see these two figures, both of them were dressed in night clothes, and they couldn't see their faces clearly, only showing two points of light outside, mysterious and mysterious.

But to his surprise, one of them was actually a monk.

Because his head was not covered with a black cloth, only his cheeks were covered, and he was able to see several vague ring scars on the top of his head at a glance.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan gathered all his skills in his ears, and finally could hear some words vaguely.

"Shaolin", "Immortal", "Seal", "Key Relic", ""

The words all came out of the monk's mouth.

It sounds like neither male nor female, neither old nor young, unable to judge age, unable to judge gender.

Zhang Yuan was now sure that the other party was definitely using an extremely rare whispering technique.

Otherwise, it would not have been possible.

And with his skills, he can only barely hear some keywords?

Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed, and he continued to listen as hard as he could.

His heart was filled with curiosity.

Who the hell are these two?

What do the monks refer to when they talk about the fairy world, seals, and holy relics?

Could it be that this seal will also involve the immortal realm?

He thought he might have stumbled upon some big secret.