A ruined palace, a lonely civilization.

With no end in sight, it seems to be bigger than the royal city, and it sits quietly in the heart of the mountains, like a reclusive layman, cultivating and recuperating, and like a dormant dragon, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The people who came here were shocked, not in the superficial sense, but in awe from the heart.

Wang Xiaosong touched the carvings on the chaotic stone with his hand, which were engraved with a heavy era and painted with the glory of the past.

There are many, many people who are as curious as him, and they are all looking, all of them are shocked, and they are also in awe.

The white-clothed scholar carried his hands behind his back, he stood on the highest ruins and looked into the distance, his turban fluttering in the wind, and his elegance was fully revealed.

Many people look at him from time to time, with respect, admiration, and of course, love!

He is their leader, a man who is like a fan, and most of the female players in the team have a crush on him, but they always keep their distance.

They are very entangled, obviously they want to get close to him and win his attention, but they are worried that they are not beautiful enough, their temperament is not good enough, and they are not worthy of him.

Rustling!

Stepping on the dead leaves, there was a slight sound, and everyone was staring in that direction.

Lao Dao walked step by step from the dense forest, his clothes stained with dark red blood, but the blood did not flow from him, but from the enemy.

The path he walked was unusually bumpy, paved with bones and blood, and the killing was always with him from the moment he entered the wilderness!

Lao Dao can't remember how many people he killed, but he remembers that he changed a total of sixteen swords before and after.

He is calm and unobtrusive, but his aura is quite large, as if he can affect the atmosphere around him.

The white-clothed scholar greeted him in person, and he was courteous.

Then the two of them jumped up to the high ruins together, looking out as before.

It didn't take long for another group of people to come to the ruins, led by a young and beautiful woman, whose weapon was a jade flute, she was peerless, charming and moving.

As soon as he appeared, he attracted the attention of many male animals, and they all went to greet him, and even the white-clothed scholar couldn't help but take a few more looks.

Each road has a group of people, and when each person arrives, they will hand over a map to the white-clothed scholar.

And every corner of the picture is obtained on the way here.

The white-clothed scholar spliced the collected corners together, but it was not perfect, and there were still two corners missing.

He looked to the southeast, where there were also two official roads, which were originally wide enough for eight carriages to walk side by side.

Because of the barrenness, the official road has shrunk, and the weeds and shrubs on both sides occupy the road, so it does not look spacious, but narrow.

"Poor Dao to answer!"

Without saying a word, Lao Dao jumped off the ruins and walked towards one of the official roads.

His movements were slow, but fast, and in a few breaths, his figure had disappeared from view.

This is the ladder vertical of the Wudang faction.

This is the third time that Lao Dao has gone out to pick up.

The white-clothed scholar nodded slightly, he needs such strong reinforcement, he needs such help!

But he was also worried that if something happened to Lao Dao, the road behind him would not be easy!

............

The greenery is disappearing, and the barrenness is presenting.

What catches your eye is the red sand, and the bones are floating in the sand waves, without any life, only a thick dead air.

This is an extreme of the primeval forest, but the great monk is extremely excited, because to be able to see this kind of terrain, it proves that the road is not wrong!

The funeral night was boring, and the idleness of the idle clouds and wild cranes did not appear in him, and he did not like this kind of idleness.

The great monk told many stories, some about his own experiences, and some of them anecdotes from his travels.

He is a person who is at ease with what he encounters, no matter whether the environment is good or bad, no matter whether the situation is beautiful or ugly, the great monk can see it and entertain himself!

Later, on the night of the funeral, I learned that the great monk was really a monk, so in the rivers and lakes, and in reality!

The two climbed over the sand dunes and saw a ruined village with crumbling earthen walls and vani all over the ground.

Click!

It was like the sound of bones breaking, very harsh.

Funeral Night took two steps back, wiped the yellow sand with his toes, and a skeleton suddenly appeared, but it was not big, like the bones of a child!

Funeral Night squatted down and brought the yellow sand back with his hands.

After that, every step he took, he was cautious on the night of the burial, for fear of stepping on the bones again, for fear of hearing the harsh sound of fractures again.

The great monk had no such concerns, and he strode forward, even if the sound of broken bones was endless.

In fact, the whole village, the entire yellow sand underground, is full of bones, no matter how careful you are in the funeral night, you will inevitably step on some!

Gradually, he also got used to it, and the great monk Lu generally had no taboos.

When he arrived at the center of the village, the great monk wiped the yellow sand and found a stone slab with a diameter of about three meters, which was engraved with ancient pictures and texts, which were very vague and could not distinguish what was carved.

The great monk is very principled and ritualistic, he first took out the skull and bone beads, and recited the sutra, which is said to be to transcend the souls of the dead here.

Only then did a piece of ancient jade be taken out, and the outline and shape of the ancient jade fit well with the recessed part of the slate.

This should be a key.

I was looking forward to the funeral night, and I was also fantasizing, he was a miser, he liked to collect all kinds of treasures, keep what he could use, and improve what he couldn't.

"Amitabha, don't be disappointed, don't be disappointed, there's nothing you want here!" The great monk saw the hunger and thirst on the night of the funeral, so he gave him a preventive shot in advance.

"That's the lower limit?" Funeral Night rolled his eyes, looking very disdainful.

But his lower limit is so low, he is a mercenary guy, and if a red-eyed treasure appears, he may kill someone!

But the great monk didn't think he could kill himself, nor did he think he would make a move, this was a tacit understanding, and it was also a kind of trust after getting along.

Click!

The slate shattered, revealing a dark compartment in which a palm-sized box was placed, and it was unknown what material it was made of, but there was not the slightest trace of weathering anyway.

Rustling!

The village was windy, the sand was rolling, and more and more white bones were emerging, dense and worrying to see.

Sou!

Snatch!

A sharp arrow flew through the air, and the great monk rolled on the spot, and the arrow nailed to half of the wood, and the tail of the arrow was buzzing and trembling, moving people's hearts.

"Enemy attack!"

The great monk subconsciously grabbed the box, but before his hand reached it, the box suddenly disappeared.

When I looked up, I saw that the funeral night was smiling at him.

"Amitabha meat, please donor must protect this thing!"

The great monk is not worried about seeing wealth on the night of the funeral, he should not be that kind of person.

He should be poor and afraid, or he is deceived and afraid to hold it in his own hands, only in this way can he feel at ease.

The great monk got up and directly faced the black-clothed people who followed, there were as many as seven or eight, two of them even had famous cultivation from all over the world, and the other few were all young heroes and great perfections.

"I'll deal with these two people, and I'll leave the rest to you!" The great monk was very calm and very informative.

Because he also killed two men of the same level in seconds.

(End of chapter)