The rain was heavy and the humidity filled the forest.

Two soldiers, one fat and one thin, squatted on the cold rocks, holding their respective swords in their arms, their eyes devoid of the spirit of the past.

"When will this day end!" the thin soldier let out a long breath.

"It's been half a year, and no one will come out of here!" the fat soldier sighed.

The thin soldier raised his eyes and looked at the fat soldier: "The last time I went to get supplies, I heard them say that there was an elite from the Blood Knife Gate that broke through the first line of heaven, and the army had already sent General Tamler to hunt it down!"

The fat soldier nodded, "I've heard about it too, but I haven't caught a single living person." I heard that every time the people of the Blood Knife Gate find that they have no way out, they will end themselves up, leaving no chance for our people. ”

The thin soldier bowed his head weakly, was silent for a moment, and then looked up at the other side. At the end of the gaze is a round stone platform two feet square. "And we're going to stay in this place!" he grumbled.

"This is an order from above!" the fat soldier reminded him.

"I don't understand!" he lowered his head again.

"Half a year ago, the general's son died in the Immortal Mountain, and after they came back, they destroyed all the teleportation arrays, and this is the only one!"

"No one will come out of it, no one will survive in the Immortal Mountain for half a year!" the thin soldier suddenly stood up, his armor damp, making him very uncomfortable, "I'll go find some firewood." ”

After the thin soldier was gone, the fat soldier also let out a long breath, and lay down on the rock, clutching the sharp greatsword tightly in both hands.

As the night progressed, the humidity became heavier and heavier, creating a white mist in the forest.

"Hiss ......"

The fat soldier's head was a little drowsy, perhaps half a year of silence had almost worn out his morale and vigilance, and he didn't even notice this inconspicuous abnormal noise. Until the abnormal sound became more obvious, it became a clicking sound, as if the porcelain was cracked.

Faint lightning danced in the thick white mist, and the flickering light shone on the fat soldier's face, his pupils suddenly contracted, and the horror on his face was suddenly aroused.

The fat soldier leaped up, the giant sword already in his hand, and he picked it up steadily, letting out a low whistling sound. His muscles tensed, and he hunched over towards the teleportation array, and in the white mist there was a brilliant light, which was emitted only by spatial fluctuations.

"Alert!"

A tiger-like roar rippled through the forest, and the mist trembled with the loud roar.

Finally, an arm stretched out from the glare that shimmered faintly, and then a whole person fell out of the glare and landed on the teleportation array.

It was a naked man, his clothes apparently ruined during the teleportation process. When the man came out, the glare disappeared, and the fat soldier breathed a sigh of relief. Because only low-ranking monks will not be able to protect their clothing during teleportation.

But he still calmly brandished the giant sword, activated his muscles and bones, and snorted coldly: "Hmph, there are still people who can come out of the Immortal Mountain!"

The man seemed a little dizzy, shook his head fiercely, and then looked up at the fat soldier, his gaze roaming over the fat soldier's body, and finally landed on his armor, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The fat soldier was full of excitement, took a step back, and shouted, "What are you looking at?"

The man stood up, combed his dark red hair back, looked indifferent without the slightest fear, and said with a smile: "Although the clothes of the Dragon Guard are not my favorite, it is not bad to make do!"

The fat soldier instinctively told him that this was a terrible man, but when his divine sense swept over the other party, he breathed a sigh of relief and said coldly: "But in the realm of concentrating gods, don't you have the slightest fear in the face of a strong person whose cultivation is one level higher than you?"

"Hehe, big brother, if someone else's words are right," the man had already forced over, "It's a pity that I can't cross the wind!"

"What, you are ......" The fat soldier was startled, and slashed down with a swing of his sword.

Before the fat soldier could slash his sword, his movements stopped in the air, unable to move at all.

Feng Budu got dressed, and suddenly a cold light flashed behind him, and he just leaned slightly to avoid it, and as soon as he raised his fingers, a transparent Xuan Qi was stimulated, and it directly sank into the body of the thin soldier.

The thin soldier who took off to sneak attack immediately fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, and Feng Budu looked at him and pulled his loose clothes again.

"It's better for you to be in this body!" he was also polite, and the thin soldier was also poisoned.

Feng Budu threw away the hard armor, turned his head to look at the two soldiers, and frowned: "Thank you two for your kindness, for your generosity, I will put you in a comfortable sleeping position!"

The two soldiers couldn't speak, and they had cursed angrily thousands of times in their hearts, but their bodies couldn't move at all, so they could only let the wind come and go.

Feng Budu carried them on a slightly dry rock, and placed their swords carefully beside them, for he knew that it was better for a warrior to lose his weapons of battle than to be bare-chested.

Finally, he stretched his waist and walked towards the mist.

After making sure that the wind did not cross and leave, the two soldiers finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It is rumored that Feng Budu kills people without blinking, and it is a great blessing that they survived in his hands today.

About half an hour later, the confinement on the two of them finally loosened a little, and their hands trembled to touch their weapons, but unfortunately their arms were weak and weak, and they couldn't lift them.

"Amo loses his hair, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter!"

The voice sounded suddenly, but it was a little immature when they listened carefully, and the two raised their heads slightly, only to find that there was a teenager standing in the white mist, no, it should be a little monk.

The little monk's face was delicate and flawless, the top of his head was shining, he lit nine red ring incense scars, his face was calm but with a slight unearthly smile, and his sand clothes were stained with oil, as if he had not washed it for a long time.

He took a few steps towards the two of them and stopped. His eyes first swept over the fat soldier, shook his head, then turned to the thin soldier, shook his head again, and read: "Two donors, the Buddha said that you two have no chance with the poor monks, and you are bothered!"

The two looked at each other.

The little monk turned around to leave, but just took a step and stopped, turned back to the two and said, "Ah Mo loses his hair, saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter!" He leaned over, pinched the Buddha seal in his hand, and continued to chant: "The poor monk is ethereal, coming from the Buddha country of the Western Earth, and is the embodiment of the ultimate kindness of all sentient beings, and is destined to bring the gospel of eternity to all sentient beings." Now there is a catastrophe that is difficult to survive by the poor monk alone, and I hope that the two donors will help!" At the end, the little monk bowed respectfully.

The thin soldier looked at the top of the little monk's bright head, not angry, not angry, but felt uncomfortable in his heart, and asked: "Little god stick, if you fool us again, we will have to clean you up when we recover!"

The fat soldier was more optimistic and asked, "Little monk, the two of us can't move, how can I help you?"

The little monk raised his head and said with a smile: "The two donors can survive my catastrophe with just one thought, and the two donors only need to cross or not with me, and the rest will be as fate would be!"

"Full of nonsense!" The fat soldier thought in his heart, legend has it that Western Buddhism is prevalent, and it is strange that this little monk is now appearing in the Immortal Mountain, so it is better to send it away as soon as possible, so he said: "We should be you." ”

The little monk was relieved, bowed down and took the only dry food left by the two, and said, "The two donors are good and have good rewards!" turned around and walked into the fog and disappeared.

The two were dumbfounded, unable to react for a long time.

"What just happened?"

"Little god stick, you come back for me!

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Feng Budu took out a parchment roll from his bosom, spread it out with both hands, and from time to time looked at a large number of them in the distance, and after a while, he showed a pleased smile.

"This place is more than two hundred miles away from the Immortal Mountain, and now that I am a cultivator, no one should pay attention to me anymore!" Feng Budu lost his dragon slaying skills, and the Xuan Qi on his body was the most inferior ordinary Xuan Qi, without any Xuan Qi, and he was at most an ordinary monk in the crowd.

It had been a long time since he had felt at ease like this, as if he had returned to his teenage years, when he hunted alone in the mountains, and then roasted the harvested game on the fire, watching the golden food gradually appear in the firelight.

He landed his finger on a certain part of the parchment scroll, where there was a large mountain, and then his finger moved along the bottom of a river valley for about three hundred miles, the map changed from dark green to golden yellow, his fingers paused, his brow furrowed slightly, and he looked at the four large markers on the golden area—the desert without a trace.

Instead of interest, he found a route on the edge of the desert and continued to slide to the end of the map, where there was no longer a marker, because for the Dragon Guard, the Western Buddha Kingdom was not in the range of defense.

According to his prediction, in the autumn of next year, he should be able to see the legendary Thousand Buddha Temple. Putting away the parchment rolls, Feng Budu breathed in the fresh air again and walked towards the bottom of the valley between the rivers.

When the valley disappeared behind him, there was a faint human population, and unlike the Chu State, the traces of those human beings were very primitive, and almost everything was obtained from this forest.

The people of the Nanban are all already in the form of tribes, and they eat and drink almost all in the open air, and occasionally there are some simple bamboo buildings or tents made of animal skins.

Sometimes he would rummage through it, and even if he found a rusty dagger, he would play for a long time, and then carefully put it back down.

"No Trace Town?"

When Feng Budu spread out the map again, his eyes fell on somewhere, which was his only path, with the desert on one side and the barren and dangerous mountains on the other. This place has become the only place within a radius of hundreds of miles that can lead to the Nanban.

"The terrain here is narrow, and it is the only passage nearby, presumably all the forces of the Southern Barbarians will secretly cover the net here, spy on the news in peacetime, and once they fall into disputes, they will definitely block and intercept them. Feng Budu secretly thought in his heart, "Forget it, I'd better keep a low profile." ”

So there was a wriggling on his body, and the internal breathing technique and the disguise technique were used at the same time, completely turning into a white and pure little fat man.