They looked at Lu Si with righteous anger in their eyes, at least they felt that it was righteous. But no one dared to take the last step, and none of them were Lu Si's opponents.

Lu Si is strong, not only in strength and realm, but also in him, there is another thing, faith. Something they could never have, and they kept a basic reverence for it.

They left, leaving only a pair of armor and a sword for Lu Si, and a worn-out iron pot with water still boiling in it.

Lu Si looked at them, and it wasn't until the last of his back disappeared from his sight that he sighed and walked over to the iron pot where water was still boiling.

In the middle of the night, he checked what he had, took some water from the iron pot, extinguished the blazing bonfire, and walked towards the reckless mountain.

It is said that the mountain has a soul, so it gives plants a thick soil and animals a nectar to nourish them. Lu Si also believed that mountains had souls, but not because of the greatness of the mountain's fraternity, but because there was a mountain that was his enemy, and he wanted his enemies to have souls.

Lu Si felt that the Immortal Mountain not only had a soul, but also a terrible and vicious soul, this soul had polluted all the living beings here, forcing them to reject the sun, hating the sun, and finally it was difficult for even the faint starlight in the sky to approach them.

The darkness is expanding, and he is the steadfast guardian, always standing between light and darkness, never backing down even a single step. He can die greatly, but he must not live in a lowly way.

He had already entered, the last time he came to the Immortal Mountain was three years ago, and he still remembered that experience vividly. Five of his companions disappeared inexplicably, and he was besieged by a group of mountain ghosts, losing half his life.

Those terrible scenes appeared in his dreams countless times, sharpening his will and soul. I remember that at the beginning, in the dream, he was so frightened that he kept running away, and even knelt down to those mountain ghosts who had no humanity and begged for mercy, even now that he remembered it, he still felt ashamed. Later, he discovers that the escape seems to be never-ending, so he begins to learn to face it, and the nightmare is not completely over until he tears all the mountain ghosts to shreds with his hands.

Now he is fearless, frank and powerful!

But soon, his faith was shaken, because he sensed that something was different. For a long night, he didn't encounter a single mountain ghost, and he didn't even find any traces of mountain ghost activity.

His pupils contracted violently, and he looked around, and in the dark gray mist, the shadows of countless tall trees were dancing their teeth and claws. That kind of tree is a ghost tree unique to the Immortal Mountain. They are like locked demons, temporarily losing their freedom, and once they break the seal, they will roar out of the immortal mountain.

"The ghost fog here is thicker than before, but there must be a reason why there is no trace of evil spirits. Lu Si's face was dull, but it was difficult to calm down in his heart.

He glanced back, and the rugged path had completely disappeared into a gray-black mist, obliterating the last trace of his thoughts of retreating. He drew his sword, lowered his weight a bit, and walked towards the rocky hillside in front of him. He didn't notice that his palms were wet with sweat.

The Immortal Mountain is terrifying, shrouded in a mysterious power, and no one can clearly feel that power, but they can all feel the existence of that power, because that power can suppress their Xuan Qi.

However, Lu Si understood that it was not a kind of suppression, but a kind of corrosion, a kind of alienation. If the monk stays here for a long time, he will also become a mountain ghost, and he himself is no exception.

But he thought about it, if he faced the fate of being alienated, he would definitely end himself personally, and use the sword in his hand. Then my life will be perfect.

Lu Si's rough and powerful hand grasped the edge and corner of a messy stone, and with a strong leap of his body, he jumped onto the hillside. He scrutinized every inch of the earth, every rock, not even the cracks in the rocks, as far as his eyes and mind could reach.

"Why aren't there any codes left?" he muttered.

The scout army of the Dragon Guard Army was personally sent to the Immortal Mountain by him, and they were all elites, so it was impossible for them to make such a low-level mistake. After thinking for a moment, he came to the conclusion: first, he was too careless to find the traces left by the scouts, and second, the scouts did not have time to leave traces at all.

He was almost instinctively biased towards the second conclusion. "They must have encountered something terrible, otherwise it would not have disappeared so cleanly. He muttered under his breath.

The thought of something terrible in it made him feel excited, and his "enemy" was finally out of his fantasies and turned into something verifiable, so that his fate was clearer.

Now, Lu Si's only mission is to kill that enemy, and this is the meaning of Lu Si's existence.

"Haha, I'm Lu Si...... Haha......"

The grim laughter echoed in the darkness, sounding a little scary.

Maybe it's really terrifying, alarming the mountain ghosts who have been lurking nearby. That mountain ghost was really careless, and actually made a noise.

Lu Si's eyes widened, and his divine sense immediately probed in a certain direction, directly penetrating the black-gray mist and locking on to his target. The tense muscles on his face finally eased, and a cold smile appeared.

The voice was messy, as it gradually diminished as it faded away, and it was clear from this that the other party was running away. However, he couldn't escape from Lu Si's grasp.

Lu Si snorted coldly and jumped directly down the hill, not even considering whether there was an abyss below that would never recover, because he was in a hurry to kill all his enemies and tear them all to pieces.

The originally silent air suddenly became disordered because of him, the ghost tree trembled slightly, many dry branches and dead skin fell one after another, and some rocks were also shattered by his foot.

Soon, a high-speed black shadow appeared in his field of vision, but in a breath it flew out more than thirty feet, crossing a stream and a few rotting beams on the way.

At this time, Lu Si was like a poisonous snake, faster than lightning, and shouted across the void, slashing down with a sword.

Although the Xuan Qi was suppressed, it still couldn't stop his fierce momentum, and with a sword down, the vast mist like sea water was directly split into two halves, revealing the earth covered with rocks and decaying mud in an instant. And that shadow of panic.

"Fuck your mountain ghost!"

There was some masculine childishness in the scolding, and his movements were also very agile, a few points faster than Lu Si's terrifying sword qi, and his body barely dodged.

Lu Si made a move without the slightest hesitation, and then another sword was raised, and he was about to fall down again, killing the ghost in his heart, but suddenly heard the scolding below, and his arm stopped with a breath.

"Aren't you a mountain ghost?" Lu Si's mind was complicated, and the loss swept by, dissipated, and then became excited.

When he looked closely, he realized that it was a human being, and it was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy. The other man clutched his chest, and blood flowed through his fingers like a spring of water, dripping to the ground.

"You...... How could it be ......" The young man's eyes were full of incredulity, and he didn't understand why he had dodged Lu Si's sword qi, but the other party still cut his chest.

Lu Si was stunned, the hand holding the sword kept trembling, and he watched the young man's body fall softly.