Chapter 68 The Road Meets the Dead

He Jundie was listening, and suddenly heard the voice of the crazy old man gradually getting quieter, and then he silently calculated in his heart, and couldn't help but say: "There are twelve people who have entered the 'Secret Realm', since there are only five corpses, and the five people who are alive, where have the other two gone?"

The crazy old man sighed, a faint melancholy flashed across his face, and said, "Most of them are still in the 'Mysterious Zero Secret Realm'!"

He Jundie's face was full of astonishment, it was really hard to imagine that someone would successfully enter the "Mysterious Secret Realm" and stay in it.

You must know that before you heard the secret things that the crazy old man said, in He Jundie's heart, whether the legend of the "Mysterious Secret Realm" exists is still a matter of debate.

However, at this moment, the secret thing that the crazy old man said in his mouth is not just as simple as proving the existence of the "Mysterious Zero Secret Realm".

The mad old man continued: "Two hundred years ago, the three major forces in this world that competed with each other - the Justice Alliance, the Ice and Fire Polar Region, and the Beidou Dynasty, the three forces agreed to temporarily put aside the struggle and gather twelve people to enter the legendary 'Mysterious Secret Realm' to investigate, but no one expected that the rampant cult Cold Ice Pavilion was secretly allied with the powerful Immortal Island, and laid a big net, wanting to eliminate other forces and sects to enter. After a fierce battle of the 'War of the Dead', the Immortal Island finally squeezed out the original position of the Qiankun Hall and sat on the seat of the leader of the three major factions of the righteous path, and the cult Cold Ice Pavilion was also proud of the two factions of the Demon Dao and the Ghost Clan in the polar region of ice and fire. Since then, the three major forces, which had originally constrained each other, have returned to balance again,"

The crazy old man's tone was flat, but He Jundie's face changed color slightly, just by the sentence "tragic fight", you can imagine the fierce and cruel battle situation of the "War of the Dead" back then.

It's just that the crazy old man didn't seem to mean this, and quickly continued: "It's just that since the tragic battle, the three major forces in the world seem to have restored the balance of mutual restraint, but under this appearance, these sects are looking for like-minded new allies, cultivating the chips in their hands, and preparing to go, just when the time is ripe, they will once again compete for the opportunity to enter the 'Secret Realm'." It's just that they didn't expect that Mo Ran's bastard boy would be possessed by the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons, and the 'Fu Ling Ding' that subdued the ancient fierce beast was also integrated with your bastard boy's body. It's a pity that your father has been carefully planning for the Qiankun Palace for more than 200 years, but he ended up like this. Alas......"

He Jundie's heart suddenly moved, and said, "Master, do you know what my father's situation is now?" Die'er is very worried......

The crazy old man slowly closed his eyes, and the tone in his mouth slowly became a little erratic, "There is no news from the old man, but judging from the current situation, your situation is more dangerous than his."

When He Jundie heard this, he suddenly felt a shock in his heart, raised his head suddenly, and said quickly: "Master, that daddy...... Daddy ...... He also ......"

The crazy old man sighed and nodded silently, and He Jundie was speechless.

The crazy old man was silent for a long time, and said quietly: "Even if he is not dead, he should be dying!"

He suddenly raised his head, glanced at He Jundie deeply, and said firmly: "Die'er, the new era of pursuing the 'Secret Realm' has come, this is your era, you can't make decisions so willfully in the future, everything must be based on the overall situation." ”

He Jundie frowned, nodded vigorously, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Master should be more careful when he goes, if Daddy is gone, Master will be Die'er's dearest person in this world." ”

The crazy old man's face was grim, he looked at He Jundie for a while, and muttered, "You girl......"

After a slight pause, he let out a long sigh, and after hurriedly saying goodbye to He Jundie, he turned into a blue light and hurried away in the sky.

He Jundie stared at the figure of the crazy old man who disappeared into the sky in a daze, but the expression on his face was even more solemn.

Immediately, her figure flashed, and she disappeared into the small pavilion.

Sheltered Mountain, the backyard of the sheltered temple at the top of the mountain.

The verdant woods were still as dense and vibrant as ever, and a faint morning mist was wafting through the trees, and everywhere you could see the branches of leaves, and the leaves of the grass and wildflowers, and the crystal dew drops fluttering gently in the breeze.

In the distance, there is a crisp and pleasant birdsong in the depths of the dense forest, which makes people feel clear in the ears, as if they are in a fairyland.

In this earthly resort, Lingshan Wonderland, a limping old figure slowly appeared on the path in the forest, which was a crazy old man.

What seems to be a little incongruous with the surrounding scenery is the crazy old man's complexion.

His old face looked a little solemn, his eyes were looking straight ahead, and the expression on his face looked preoccupied. And at this moment, he came alone outside the main hall of the Sheltered Wind, which had been ruined, and it also looked a little weird.

Although the crazy old man is a person from the Shelter Hall and the junior disciple of Wan Cangtian, the head of the Shelter Palace, he was expelled from the Shelter many years ago and went to the Shelter Hall privately as one of the "Three Saints" of the Northern Dynasty, which is obviously a bit strange. Although the Shelter Hall has long been empty.

On the mountain road, there was not the slightest sound, and there was no sound along the way. Illuminated by the last rays of sunlight in the sky, the mad old man turned around and walked through the Qiankun Hall that had been burned by the flames, and slowly walked into the intact back hall.

"Ahem"

A faint but clear cough and gasp came from the back hall of the forbidden place of the Shelter Temple, causing the mad old man to stop silently.

The crazy old man's face gradually calmed down, and he stood silently for a while, and then no longer hesitated, pushed open the stone door of the back hall, and walked inside.

The empty stone house unfolded in front of him under the dim candlelight, this stone house was the forbidden place of the Shelter Hall where Mo Ran had retreated before-"The Ghost Array", this strange stone house did not change in the slightest, like a sleeping giant beast gently sleeping on the sheltered mountain, together with the little incense and candles, as if it was also sleeping, everything, everything was so quiet.

Walking slowly into the stone house, a faint sandalwood fragrance suddenly greeted him, and the expression on the crazy old man's face was slowly changing.

A huge stone wall carved with strange formations stands in a staggered circle among the stone houses, and several of the formations are already a little dilapidated when you look closely, as if with the loss of time, they are such dead things, and they are gradually imprinted with a vicissitudes.

The past seems to be frozen here.

The stone house was so quiet that barely a sound could be heard, except for his footsteps, echoing in the silent shadows around him. At the end of the stone house was a huge offering table, on which countless incense burns brightly and quietly.

In the open space in front of the offering table, there were three futons, and on the first one in the middle, a figure sat there, motionless.

On the offering table in front of the futon, fruit offerings are placed all over the table, and in the center is a large incense burner, with three sticks of incense inserted, and the light smoke slowly floats up.

Through the smoke-filled offering table, in the deep darkness behind the table, a myriad of spiritual tablets could be faintly seen, each of which seemed to have handwriting on it, placed squarely on the spiritual tablet in the shadows.

The crazy old man's face slowly became heavy and with a hint of respect, facing the spiritual position of the ancestors of the Shelter Palace, his gaze first stayed on that back for a moment, and then walked up silently.

The figure kneeling on the futon in the middle moved slightly, but did not look back.

The crazy old man slowly walked to the offering table, looked at the countless spiritual positions shrouded in the shadows, inhaled deeply, and then took out three sticks of fine incense from the incense pouch next to the incense burner, carefully lit the candle flame next to it, took a step back, stood three feet in front of the offering table, respectfully held the incense and bowed three times.

The figure on the futon was only six feet away from the offering table, but the glimmer of light in front of him didn't seem to be able to shine on him wrapped in black light.

The figure wrapped in black light seemed to slowly raise its head and look ahead.

And the figure of the crazy old man stood in front of him with his back to him.

Suddenly, the figure wrapped in black light, like a ghost fire in the depths of the netherworld, rose with a "suddenly" sound, and the two fires flashed instantly. Almost at the same time, like an invisible ghost howling sound wave swept through the hall, all the incense candles and lamps lit up except for the three fine incense sticks held in the hands of the crazy old man.

The crazy old man had finished his worship at this moment, and he was about to insert the incense into the incense burner when he stepped forward, but his body suddenly stopped, and even the hand holding the incense stopped in mid-air.

In the main hall, there was a dead silence in an instant, and the two figures, one standing and one sitting, seemed to freeze.

I don't know how long it took, the mysterious ghost fire in the black figure suddenly disappeared again, it came suddenly, and it went quickly. As the strange eyes slowly closed, the main hall that was originally a slaughter suddenly eased down, and the surrounding candle flames gradually lost their brightness and returned to their original glimmers.

The fine incense in the hand of the crazy old man was still lit thinly, and three tiny incense sticks loomed in the darkness. It's just that the fine incense trembled, but there was a white flocculent incense ash that fell down gently and fell on the hands of the crazy old man.

The crazy old man's face was indifferent, he glanced coldly at the incense ash on the back of his hand, stood silently for a moment, shook his hand slightly, shook off the incense ash, and then stepped forward and respectfully inserted three fine incense sticks into the incense burner.

Six sticks of incense were lit in the incense burner at the same time, and the light smoke wafted and rose.

The mad old man didn't say a word, and bowed to the spiritual seat three more times, and then slowly turned around to face the figure sitting on the futon on the ground.

He looked at that person deeply, and somehow in his eyes, he was surprised, sad and angry, and even faintly painful, and said slowly, "We meet again!

This black shadow kneeling in front of the offering table in the stone house of the forbidden place of the Shelter of the Wind was actually the Lord of the Heavenly Pivot Country, the Greedy Wolf Star Monarch, who had shown his magical powers in Dusk City the day before yesterday.

His figure was the same as before, still completely wrapped in black light, and he couldn't see it really, but he seemed to be deaf to the greeting of the crazy old man, and he didn't react at all, and he still sat so quietly.

The crazy old man stood and looked at him for a moment, and didn't say anything, but the expression on his face became heavier and heavier.

The corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he took a step, but he walked to the side of the greedy wolf star monarch, and sat down on another futon next to him.

In the stone house, there was silence.

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