Yicheng, but said that the mountain, but half a day, at this time the world has heard the sound, among them, there are benevolent monks, there are swordsmen carrying Qingfeng, there are different forms of demon beasts, even the barbarians are among them, fish and dragons are mixed, but they are very quiet, each standing in one place, but no one goes up the mountain.

Because they have been up, the reason why they can't go up is because they can't go up.

They couldn't go up, and they didn't allow anyone else to go up, and they seemed to have reached some kind of agreement, and then they waited, waited for the two people on the hill to come down.

"Sunrise climbing, the middle of the day is coming, and the time is almost down. ”

An old monk wrapped his hands together around the rosary, lowered his eyes and spoke, what was surprising was that above his head, a golden-winged roc with golden feathers was hovering in the sky, and two cold eyes looked down on everyone, demon beasts.

"If you get the law, let's understand it together. ”

An old man with a sword on his back spoke, and it was a blind man.

Everyone was silent when they heard this, apparently acquiescing and agreeing.

Today, even the so-called masters of the Void Realm can only live for hundreds of years, and there are several ups and downs, and now how can they not be moved when they hear that there is an immortal method hidden in this mountain, and the longevity is not only for them to maintain the status of the sect, but also to get a glimpse of the key to the strongest.

When a person lives longer than ordinary people, then there will be many changes in his heart, for example, he is more afraid of death than ordinary people, because he is afraid, he is afraid of losing.

And they are all like that, obviously, or rather, normal people are like this.

It's just that when the field was silent, a figure slowly walked over from the crowd, his footsteps flashed, and the person had already crossed the guard, like a gust of wind, one step, a hundred feet away, and walked in front of those people.

That's Pei San.

Everyone's eyes were raised, their faces solemn, confused, and inexplicably uneasy.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

The blind swordsman was the first to speak, and although his tone was doubtful, the sword behind him kept trembling, and his voice blended with the sound of the sword, as if it was the sword that spoke.

"Bang!"

However, what everyone didn't expect was that the rosary in the monk's hand broke at this time, and then fell to the ground and went out.

"Xiang Fanchen. ”

Low words, with a tone of disbelief.

But what made everyone even more unexpected was that Pei San had never looked at them from beginning to end, his eyes had been looking at the mountain, looking at the people on the mountain, with an inexplicable look in his eyes, and their problems were also ignored, as if they hadn't heard it.

"Hubris. ”

The blind sword saint snorted coldly, and the sword behind his back suddenly unsheathed on its own.

"Break this sword of yours, and I won't need three punches. ”

Under a flat word, a terrifying momentum swept through everyone like a hurricane, and suddenly the sword slowly fell back, as if a terrifying force pressed down, and then looked at the blind swordsman, the corners of his mouth were already bleeding, and the ground under his feet had cracked.

"Void?"

The blind swordsman hissed with a red-dyed mouth with a somewhat incredulous Mu Ran.

The other people's faces also changed at this moment, but they all looked at the mountain at this time.

On the mountain, slowly walk down two people.

In the eyes of others, the two were just innate realms, and Pei San's eyes showed an inexpressible gaze.

Not long after the interval, an old man who is about to die can reach such a state in such a short period of time, and it is really unbelievable that his face has a kind of rejuvenation.

Everyone gathered around, only Pei San stood there, with a sneer on his face, if what he guessed in his heart was true, then how strong would the first person to climb this low mountain be, perhaps, that person was the owner of the low mountain.

"Hand over your things, and you will be spared. ”

Very direct, it was still the blind sword saint who spoke, he was more urgent than everyone else, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw pei san not moving, while the others looked at it with a normal expression, waiting.

"If you want to know, you can climb the mountain and comprehend it yourself. ”

Lao Li didn't seem to feel the aggressive coldness in his words, and the scholar next to him also nodded.

Everyone frowned, they had tried, this mountain was so weird that it made people's hearts palpitate, the master of the virtual realm went up the mountain, and it took half a day to climb up to the first step, and the two people in front of them, they had already inquired very clearly, they were just mortals before, and they were so casual.

In their hearts, this statement already has a kind of mockery and humiliation, how to make people not annoyed.

There was a strange change in the scene.

"Why bother thinking about it, catch it first and then talk about it, slowly torture and always ask for something. ”

Someone proposed, speaking coldly.

The contemplation of the crowd was interrupted.

"It's a pity, you don't count. ”

Just when Pei San raised his eyebrows and was about to take action to protect the two of them, with a voice, a figure slowly appeared in the field, a young man, he nodded at Pei San.

Pei San's eyes widened in vain at first, and after a while, the shock slowly disappeared, and then he turned to leave, because he knew that there was no need to stay.

And then.

"What are you? ”

Although everyone was surprised by the young man's means of appearing, as soon as they saw that his complexion had returned to normal for his age, and then looked at his attitude of treating everyone as nothing, some people suddenly showed displeasure.

With those words, an arrow turned into a streamer.

The one who shot was a master of shooting the Sun Sacred Mountain.

The boy didn't move, just waited for the arrow to come and pass through his body.

The faces of the people instantly became dazed and then solemn, for although the arrow had pierced, there was no blood, and no sound was made, and it flew off into the distance, as if nothing had been hit.

"It seems that the level of the realm has not brought about a change in your mind. ”

The young man said coldly, and then slowly walked into the void, and when his feet landed, he was already behind the man, carrying the man's head.

In an instant, everyone's bodies retreated, their faces were shocked, and there were several masters in the world who died so silently, and the strange thing was that the wound was flat and I didn't know what was cut, and there was no trace of blood flowing out, as if it was blocked by an invisible barrier.

It wasn't until the boy turned around and threw the dazed head on the ground that he saw blood spurting out.

The masters of the barbarians looked at each other even more, and they all had an inexplicable fear in their hearts, and as for the reason, only they knew it.

"Since Your Excellency has such strength, it is not indispensable to add one more person to the shared position. ”

The monk of Mani Temple spoke, and there was a faint compassion under his words.

Twilight didn't react at all, and the panda in his arms woke up and crawled out to stand on his shoulder.

"You want to be alone?"

The blind sword master spoke, his tone calm.

"Give you three breaths time to leave. ”

In Du Dongliu's eyes, except for the previous Pei San, there was no one from beginning to end, he ignored everyone's questions, first glanced at the sky, and then stepped on the mountain, Lao Li Tou and Chen Sheng followed behind, and in his hand, there was already one more Xun.

"Woo......"

The ancient and desolate voice instantly sounded from heaven and earth, gathered here, and fell into everyone's ears.

"Retreat. ”

Everyone drank violently, and the figure retreated rapidly, but now it was a little late.

Their bodies slowly froze, some in the sky, some on the ground, the frightened faces were still on their faces, even the demon beasts in the sky, and then like the dead grass in autumn lost its vitality and was shattered, like fallen leaves, monsters and people, all the same.

And on that mountain, there was only a young man who was blowing a horn, walking slowly, followed by two people behind him, and a panting panda.