The sound is like a loud bell, rolling and moving.

The Burial Immortal Mountain is full of resentment and gloom, and it is also turbulent because of this. Above the sky, it can be seen that the yin wind is restless, and the clouds are gathering and scattering, as if they have been hit by a hammer, rolling and sweeping out, like a surging black river, which is really terrifying.

The sound falls, and the killing machine does not disperse.

The expression on Lu Chen's face was really terrifying, and the qi around his body was as sharp as a sword, and it penetrated into his bones. Even though he is a semi-saint cultivator, he also feels that his whole body is like a needle prick, and he can't bear it, as if this place has entered the middle of winter, and under the cold sky, his soul will also be frozen.

Luo Xian'er took a few steps back, her face frightened, and her body trembled.

No one has ever seen such a dust.

Such a murderous and ferocious knot only appears when you are trapped in demonic nature and sinking. But now, his eyes are clear and clear, and he has not been affected by the demonic nature in the slightest, but this terrible killing machine is beyond anyone's ability, and Luo Xian'er has only seen it in her life, she never thought that someone would have such a hideous aura, as if there were millions of dead souls under him, and maybe it was not enough.

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Luo Xian'er and Bai Wuchang glanced at each other, their eyes were turbulent, the meaning was complicated, but they had the same worry.

It should be the demonic influence that only showed such a killing opportunity.

But Lu Chen didn't seem to know, his eyes turned to the sky, and he clenched the fist that had torn his palm, letting the blood splatter, spill out of his fingers, and fall dripping.

Although it seems calm on the surface, the air around it is extremely oppressive. His evil aura was rising, full of murderous intent, and his manifestation seemed to be real, sweeping out. With the naked eye, the scenery in it has been distorted, and Lu Chen is like a hideous demon in it, and there is a deep horror hidden in the cold expression, as if it can trigger the most instinctive fear in the depths of human nature, which Luo Xian'er and Bai Wuchang can't bear.

"Yaoguang Holy Son, Yaoguang Holy Lord..."

With a breath of cool air in his lungs, Lu Chen finally calmed down, but his voice was hoarse, like a talisman sent by a powerful ghost in the netherworld.

He slowly retracted the killing intent around him, but his face was still as cold as ice, but he said casually, and then stepped away, heading straight to the top of the Burial Immortal Mountain, and soon disappeared.

Luo Xian'er and Bai Wuchang breathed a sigh of relief, and after Lu Chen left, both of them fell shoulders. Glancing at each other, they smiled helplessly, but turned their heads to look at the top of the Burial Immortal Mountain, and the two of them were full of the same worries.

"There is not much killing in the hands, and there is not a lot of karma, but this murderous aura..."

Bai Wuchang sighed deeply, and his brows furrowed, unable to relax.

"I'm afraid it's related to the demonic nature in my heart, or the impact of a broken knife. ”

Luo Xian'er narrowed her eyes and bit the corner of her lip, faintly oozing a little blood, but she didn't notice it.

However, after thinking about it, I can't come up with an answer, but it's just a worry, and there is no solution. The two of them only looked at each other, shook their heads silently, and then parted. Luo Xian'er wants to go to the top of the Burial Immortal Mountain to find Lu Chen and the old ghost, but she can't be stable in her heart, so she has to ask to understand. Although Bai Wuchang had the intention to do so, he had not dealt with the trivial matters in the past few days, and now, he could no longer continue to drag it out, and he had to solve those troubles as soon as possible.

Even if he was worried, he could only put it aside for the time being and leave everything to Luo Xian'er to deal with.

One step settled, the top of the burial immortal mountain, under the wind blowing, the old ghost on the edge of the cliff is still sitting in the same place, but the back is slightly bleak, like an ordinary old man half into the ground, the body is more rickety than the last time I saw it, and the qi is much weaker, and the long hair that was already messy has become black and white.

It also seemed to notice the arrival of Lu Chen, and after the old ghost spit out, a faint black mist drifted between his noses, and the traces of the ghost path that haunted his body also quietly dissipated.

"I didn't expect the matter of the Feng family, so I don't know if you asked. ”

He didn't get up, he only turned his back to Lu Chen and sighed softly.

His voice was hoarse, much worse than he had been at the beginning.

"What's more, reshaping the body for Na Luo Xian'er is a way against the sky, so I can't withstand the suppression of the Heavenly Dao. Then he went further away to the cherry blossoms, and when he saw the blood sky, he had exhausted all his strength. When I returned here, even a three-year-old child with a knife could take my life, even if I knew what happened to the Feng family, I couldn't do anything..."

“......”

Lu Chen only gritted his teeth and did not answer.

Originally, there was still some resentment in his heart, but when he came to the top of the Burial Immortal Mountain and saw the appearance of the old ghost, Lu Chen had already guessed a lot, and he had no previous thoughts. And when he left that day, the old ghost's qi was very weak, although it was not as depressed as it is today, but the blood and qi contained in it were like grass and trees, almost imperceptible. Soon after, he fled away from the cherry blossoms, although it was easy to rely on the old ghost's ability, but in that state, it was also beyond the limit.

Even if he saw the tragic situation of the Feng family, he just watched and couldn't make a move.

A sigh, sighing endlessly.

Lu Chen grinned reluctantly, but he couldn't laugh at anything, and finally took two pots of wine and stepped forward, threw a pot to the old ghost, and drank a pot himself, and drank it all with his head up, and it was difficult to say half a sentence in a thousand words.

Compared to the growth, the old ghost has more wrinkles on his face, and his eyes are cloudy, which is not much stronger than the old man Xunfan. And Gongsun Liang also mentioned that Xuetian appeared in the world through his physical body, and once said to the old ghost, "If you have time, you will walk around and see the prosperity of this world...".

Although it has not been explicitly stated, the meaning is already very straightforward.

Looking at the avenue and knowing the fate, Lu Chen didn't understand this, but Xuetian seemed to be proficient in the mystical truth, and the old ghost didn't refute it at that time. The only true immortal in the world should have reached the end of his life, at least it was approaching. And how he died, no one knows.

It is said that true immortals are eternal, but they are only lifespans.

It's not immortal, it's just the same life as the sky.

But he can kill the existence of true immortals...

The only thing Lu Chen could think of was the threat from Unai, just like Gongsun Liang's previous guess, it should be a catastrophe in this world, even if he is like an old ghost, he can't escape the certainty of fate.

Mo Dao has to get drunk in the end, and the wine is even more sad...

After drinking a pot of wine, you still can't be happy.

"In this world, there are too many changes, too many variables, even immortals can't do anything. Immortal, but a journey on the path of cultivation, a general term for a realm, is by no means omnipotent..."

The old ghost only held the flask, and never drank it.

He sighed deeply, smiled bitterly, looked up at the clouds in the distance, and was stunned.

"If you trample the avenue under your feet, everything is just vain after all, it is still in it, you can't jump out, you can't go beyond it, you can't do it as you wish..."

"The avenue... Trampled?"

Lu Chen turned his head, frowning.

But the old ghost just smiled, didn't say much, raised the wine jug in his hand, and drank it all.

Looking at the appearance of the old ghost, Lu Chen also has too many unspeakable complications in his heart, although he is a true immortal, there are too many things in the world that cannot be done, and there are too many hopelessness. As he said, if he tramples the avenue under his feet, everything is just vain after all.

When he turned around, Lu Chen's eyes changed several times, but he became more and more determined.

Then his hands were clenched, and his eyes were bright, like substance.

"Strength, cultivation, realm..."