Throwing stones to ask for directions, this cliff is really always there, waiting for people who are destined.

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According to the last inscription on the broken stone wall, the ancestor of Shura left a great secret in the sacred cliff.

In front of the cliff, Zi Wu looked very curious, his little hand grabbed Leng You's shirt and looked left and right with wide eyes, Leng You took Zi Wu's bronze fire lamp to ward off evil, and said with a light smile: "Can you find Shura Ancestor and leave a secret?"

"Curious!"

Zi Wu's eyes were as clear as water, and she blinked her slender eyelashes and said, "That secret is the method of breaking the gods, maybe the Shura Ancestor will carve it wherever he wants!"

Leng Yu shook his head indifferently.

This cliff is really always there, leaving it to the destined people, presumably as the ancestor of Shura said, the secret will not appear when the time comes, and it will not be found if you look for it, and it is impossible to find it if the entire divine cliff is destroyed.

In the depths of the cave, there was a cold drink from the blood fan and a few roars, and a few people in the Shura Hall encountered a cold evil thing that grew in the shadows, and after a while, the blood fan came out with a few of his subordinates covered in ashes.

Zi Wu asked curiously, "Blood Fan, have you found the relics and divine channel techniques left by the Shura Ancestor?"

The blood fan shook his head with a little disappointment: "The ancestral relics are all left in the apse, and there is nothing left in this retreat. ”

After reading the inscription on the cliff wall, and seeing the last sentence of "Throwing stones to ask for directions...... the blood fan turned his gaze and said slightly solemnly: "It is said that the ancestor got the mysterious antiquities in the Ghost Gorge to retreat and practice enlightenment, how could he want to cultivate with a body of creation and cultivation It is also unknown, and finally he went crazy to the end of a tragic death, and his things hurt people, so the contact of the Leng Sect Master also caused the two heavenly realms to dispatch the two heavenly orders to chase and kill, and almost followed in the footsteps of the ancestors." ”

Referring to the sword fetus, Leng Yu said slowly: "It can only be said that that strange thing is mysterious and difficult. ”

The blood fan nodded in agreement.

The sword fetus has always had an obscure color, and because of this, it has never been recovered from the Shura Palace.

After reading the cliff inscription again, I still couldn't find any clues of supernatural powers, and the blood fan was slightly regretful, and finally had to give up and say: "Okay, the immortal cliff is depressed and terrifying, I shouldn't wait here for a long time, as for the supernatural powers, if they really exist, only look at the Leng sect master." ”

The surrounding ghosts were tumbling in the sky, and the sun was out of sight, and the blood fan stepped onto the rope bridge hanging in the sky with five men with frightened faces.

The group left the Divine Cliff and walked farther and farther, leaving only Leng You and Zi Wu.

There were no outsiders, Zi Wu threw herself into Leng You's arms full of joy, her face was happy, her little hands supported Leng You's shoulders and shouted, "Leng You, do you want to go to the cave mansion?"

Leng Youwen held Zi Wu steadily, muttered for a moment, and finally thought about it: "Naturally, I want to go." ”

Although the blood fan has searched the cave once, it has come from Leng You, and it can't always pin its hopes on outsiders.

"Okay!" Zi Wu's eyes lit up, and her clear eyes were full of aura.

Purple Dance is full of energy, delicate and delicate face, flawless and moving, and the lively appearance of love tossing is even more lovely, how many years have passed, and it has not changed at all.

Full of clear air, cool and refreshing to the heart, in a trance, Leng You's mind came to the Baijie holy water in the ancient well of another altar under the Nanwu Wangu Rainforest, the strange cool spring.

Leng Yu put down Zi Wu slowly, handed her the green lantern, and the two entered the swarthy cave mansion, and after a while, Zi Wu exclaimed from the depths of the cave mansion, and the two also encountered terrifying cold ghost things.

"Leng You, is the illusion more terrifying than this?"

"Yes, indeed. ”

"How scary?"

"It's a little more terrifying than you think......"

The voice of the conversation between the two came out faintly, and from time to time Zi Wu exclaimed, adding a bit of terror to this Dead Silence Cliff and a ray of human vitality.

The cave is empty, and I can't find any strange Taoist powers.

The cave was seriously damaged by the Shura Ancestor, and the four walls were photographed with palm prints and dense cracks, and the two had to walk out of the cave in vain, but Leng Yu was not disappointed, and Zi Wu saw many ghosts and evil things that were either thick and fierce or bewitching in appearance, and his eyes were wide open, and his demeanor was very satisfied.

Walking out of the cave, Zi Wujiao said, "What should we do?"

Leng Yu replied gently: "Just wait for it to appear on the cliff." ”

"Hey, okay, the Divine Cliff is a good place to practice. ”

For Leng You, the Divine Cliff is indeed a treasure land for cultivation.

Zi Wu put the bronze lamp aside, and said coquettishly: "Leng You, you can practice, if you increase your cultivation, you will be closer to Yuding!"

Smile coldly.

didn't waste time, Leng Yu sat on the edge of the cliff, slowly breathed for a while, and then ran the resentment mantra, his mind was clear and empty, and he entered the depths of the cultivation state, Zi Wu watched intently without blinking next to him, and there was some curiosity on his face.

The cliff is ethereal, silent in silence, and the clouds and mist are still surging lightly, telling the ruthlessness of the past years.

......

The earth is noisy, and when the cold and lonely cliff returns, many things happen in the outside world all the time.

In the hustle and bustle of the wandering city, there is a wandering son who is waiting for the powerful Taoist friends of the Quartet to talk about the world in the wandering inn, if the news of the collapse of the death giant of the poison zun comes out, I don't know what kind of sensation it will cause.

"Today's pinnacle figures, the number of righteous demon giants, all the famous figures, among the characters, the Dharma Monk and the Daomen Jade Ding should be the most ......"

The weather was bright, Yun Youzi came out in confusion and took out a strange treasure and looked at it, groaned for a while, turned around and walked into the inn and shouted: "Okay, okay, this immortal will talk about this today......"

Away from the hateful sky, Yuping Palace.

Qingjing Cave Mansion slowly opened, and a white-clothed Yuqiong walked out, her jade face was like a fairy, and the frost was awe-inspiring.

A long time ago, the ruthless fairy sword was lost in the ancient hall of Tianhou Mountain, and several palace seats hurriedly responded to the demon path after fighting with the terrifying evil creatures, and the loss was extremely great, and they were ravaged by the fierce and domineering killing power of the demon road, and even the demon invasion of the main palace before did not alarm the rest of the palace seats.

A disciple walked at the end of the path, stopped outside the cave with a solemn expression, took a deep breath, and then calmly arched his hand and said: "Report to Master, the news from the Northern Water Senior Sister is true, the Demon Dao Giant fought inwardly, and fought in the Poisonous Mist Swamp for seven days, the Poison Venerable died, and the Immortal Poison Gate was destroyed. ”

The Poison Venerable fell, and the Demon Dao Giant was destroyed.

Yuqiong's eyes were slightly condensed, and she slowly said as she walked: "The Immortal Poison Gate rose at the end of the war, dominating a large area of the northern border, becoming a giant, the heart is rampant and high-profile, and there is a faint tendency to override the demons, so it has been separated from the other two demon road giants, and there have been ancestors in the past dynasties, if this continues, there will be a civil war in the demon road, how can I think that today it has really become true, but one thing I didn't expect that the Immortal Poison Gate has stood in the Great Wilderness Guze for nine hundred years and has not fallen, and it was planted in the hands of the Shura Hall after the death of the Demon Venerable. ”

"After the death of the Demon Venerable, the Shura Hall should have declined, how could I still have this strength. The female disciple said with a complicated expression.

"The battle between the giants ends with the victory of the Shura Palace, and it is destined to be the unification of the Demon Dao, and in the future, I am afraid that turmoil is about to arise. Yuqiong said indifferently.

The female disciple's face was slightly shocked.

Yuqiong stood on the edge of the cliff and said indifferently: "You don't have to worry, you can practice well." ”

Yuqiong then waved her hand lightly and asked the female disciple to retreat.

Stayed alone for a while, but at this time, another disciple hurriedly walked over, solemnly handed over a sealed letter, and there was an ice fairy in the palace seat in front of him, and the female disciple left respectfully with a look of reverence.

The sealed letter was antique yellow in color, and the matter in it was extremely important.

Opening the envelope and scanning the contents of the letter at a cursory glance, Yuqiong's face changed slightly in vain.

The letter paper was written in black and white, Yuqiong looked at it again and again, took a deep breath, turned her right hand into a palm, and shattered the letter paper at once, and the debris flew one after another, flying with the breeze on the cliff.

Yuqiong's face was cold, a little heavy and cold, and she muttered to herself in a low voice: "Isn't it seriously injured...... Where are you going...... It's going to be eventful......"

Has the past finally surfaced?