Chapter 7: Eight Desolate Fire Dragons

Coming out of the Polar Night Town, which was full of corpses, Mo Ran's heart suddenly felt a lot more steady, carrying the Qiankun coffin on his back, and silently sitting behind the crazy old man and the Xuanse master. The three of them approached the moon-white robe of the Xuanse Master and flew towards the Death Sacrifice Mountain in the south of Dusk City.

Along the way, Mo Ran always checked the beautiful girl in the coffin, she was still sleeping quietly and unaffected.

This coffin is also very peculiar, and the girl does not know how long she has been sleeping in this coffin, although she has never eaten, there is no trace of emaciation. I just woke up a few times in the middle of the way, frowned and looked at Xuan Se, who was only wearing a thin monk's robe, and glared angrily at the crazy old man with a smile on his face, and finally smiled faintly at Mo Ran, who was full of anticipation, and fell asleep again.

Mo Ran also asked Master Xuanse if he could open this Qiankun coffin with his cultivation. Master Xuanse tried a few times, but there was no improvement, and Mo Ran gave up, but he was even more anxious in his heart.

After a short flight, the group of four landed on the mountainside of Death Sacrifice Mountain and walked along the rugged upper road to the top of the mountain.

Crawling all the way, the crazy old man gasped for breath, muttered in his mouth, walked more and more slowly, and finally stopped and sat down on the stone steps to rest.

Mo Ran carefully put down the Qiankun coffin and sat with his back against an ancient pine.

Xuan Se also stopped and looked at the crazy old man.

The crazy old man suddenly spoke: "Master Xuanse, why did you go to that ghost place, it didn't happen to pass by and saved us, right? Moreover, where are you taking us? If it is the top of the mountain, why don't you just drive the imperial treasure to fly, is it too hard to take us? The old man came by himself!"

Xuan Se smiled bitterly and said: "Amitabha! Don't be angry with your predecessors, the little monk is also just following orders, and he has to do it as a last resort." On the top of this mountain, there are many articles, and they fly directly to it, for fear that it will hurt themselves. ”

The crazy old man was stunned for a moment and asked, "On whose orders?"

Xuan Se pointed to the top of the mountain, smiled but did not answer, half a sound, and suddenly said: "In the Yizhuang just now, the little monk was clumsy, but he didn't know that his predecessor was a master of ancient times, and he was offended, please forgive me!"

The crazy old man saw Xuanse signaling to the top of the mountain, and didn't ask much, and suddenly heard Xuanse complimenting himself, and he couldn't close his mouth happily, and said: "The master doesn't have to be polite, the old man ** mortal mortal, the past has long been forgotten, don't mention it......"

Master Xuanse sighed: "The little monk once had the honor to hear Master Pudu tell about the 'war of the undead', I didn't expect that the heroes of the world would gather in the mountain of the dead because of an ethereal legend, and the battle was turned upside down, and finally the corpses were all over the field, how many heroes who shook the world fell, but the teacher never mentioned what the legendary 'Trick Zero' meant?

Mo Ran's heart moved, and he secretly thought: What kind of existence is the legend of "Strange Zero"...... Concept, object, exercise, or action, no matter what it is, so many heroes are pursuing, it should be something that will make you stronger.

Mo Ran tugged at the sleeves of the crazy old man, and also looked at the crazy old man with expectant eyes.

The crazy old man looked serious, looking at the expressions of Master Xuanse and Mo Ran who were full of expectation, he suddenly grinned, squeezed his eyebrows at Master Xuanse and said, "This...... It's been too long, the old man can't remember it, if he can drink a few jars of wine, maybe he can remember some, master, you see............"

Xuan Se looked embarrassed and said: "It's just that the little monk is a monk and never carries wine on his body, but the little monk is a pot of treasured mountain spring water, seniors, please smile." ”

As he spoke, Xuan Se was about to untie the kettle from his body.

The crazy old man waved his hand in frustration and said, "Forget it, forget it, what's so good about the spring water, it's just the urine of the mountain monster, there is no wine, and there is silver!"

Xuan Se smiled bitterly and shook his head, he is a monk who has traveled all over the world, and he is not a son who travels in the mountains and rivers, he never carries silver on his body, he is all fasting everywhere, or looking for some wild fruits in the mountains to satisfy his hunger.

The crazy old man was still unwilling, staring at the moon-white robe on Xuanse's body, his eyes rolled, and said: "Then it's okay to exchange it for a baby, I see that this robe on your body is very good, and the old man is still good at shielding from the wind and cold." ”

Mo Ran heard that this crazy old man was not serious again, kicked the old man's buttocks, and scolded: "You dead old man, you want to go crazy for money? From the way you looked at the blood baby just now, you knew that you and that demon had known each other, didn't you? You must know that the great war two hundred years ago, and the Pudu Holy Monk-"

The crazy old man suddenly interrupted Mo Ran, his face became rarely stern, and said: "The past, don't ask again, I can only tell you that in that 'War of the Undead', the blood baby was indeed killed by the Pudu Holy Monk himself, this is what I saw with my own eyes, and Master Xuanse can confirm it!"

Master Xuanse nodded slightly, and said, "That's right! But I don't know what kind of magic this demon used, but he has survived to this day, and his cultivation is weird and weird. ”

The crazy old man nodded in agreement, turned his head and said to Mo Ran: "These things...... It's not time for you to know. Someday, I'll tell you all the grievances in between. But...... I can tell you something about 'Trick Zero'!"

Mo Ran's face was happy, and even the Xuanse Master was also happy.

The crazy old man shook his head, and finally said in a deep voice: "The legend of 'Strange Zero' originates from a strange book that came out thousands of years ago - "Ancient God Scroll", which records two ballads: 'The undead are revealed, the sea of blood rises, the double sunset, and the strange zero. These two ballads quickly spread to every corner of the world. At the beginning, everyone just waited and watched, and didn't know what the meaning of 'tricky zero' was, and later, out of nowhere, as long as the four lines of the ballad were realized, whether it was wealth, fame, power, or the whole world, it would belong to the person who realized the ballad, so it would attract the world's heroes to compete to pursue, and the balance that the whole world had maintained for thousands of years would be broken, and the world would begin to enter the era of 'weird zero'. Until more than 200 years ago, it was rumored that the mountain of the dead could be 'tricky', so the heroes gathered in the mountain of the dead, and the fight turned upside down, and finally brewed into a tragic tragedy, countless heroes who shook the world fell, and the world's major forces were greatly damaged, and the world returned to balance. ”

Mo Ran heard this, and looked at the crazy old man with a serious face in a daze. This old man knew so many things, but why he never told me.

Master Xuanse's face was solemn, and he recited the Buddha in a low voice: "Amitabha! Sin, sin ......"

Mo Ran asked, "Then has anyone found or achieved the legendary 'Trick Zero'?"

The crazy old man looked up at the endless night sky, as if he was missing something, and said in a deep voice: "Yes! There are indeed people who have successfully entered the 'Trick Zero', and there is more than one. ”

Xuan Se exclaimed: "In this way, 'Trick Zero' refers to a certain realm of cultivation, or is it a peerless treasure?

The crazy old man said: "As far as I know, 'Trick Zero' should refer to some kind of mysterious realm, and it is rumored that there were as many as twelve people who entered 'Trick Zero' back then. ”

Xuan Se was shocked when he heard this, and secretly said in his heart:

This 'trick zero' actually refers to a mysterious realm! The world circulates that it mostly refers to a certain kind of exercise, or some kind of strange treasure, this mysterious realm is the first time I have heard of it, and according to the old man's words, the "war of the undead" was mostly to compete for the quota to enter the 'trick zero', and there were as many as 12 people who entered in the end, which is really incredible, unbelievable, could it be that this old man made up a statement?

Although Xuan Se had doubts, he still asked respectfully: "What the predecessor said is really too surprising, just like the storyteller's commentary, unbelievable." I don't know where the seniors know, and do the seniors know where the twelve people who entered the 'Trick Zero' are sacred?"

The crazy old man was reluctant to mention these past events, and finally patiently told these rumors, but the little monk's tone was quite suspicious, and he was angry at the moment, and scolded: "Bastard! What kind of identity is the old man? Kindly tell you some rare rumors in the streets, you monk is not grateful, and you still question the old man is the liar who tells the story? The old man is old, what good is it to frame you? Don't speculate more than half a sentence, hum!"

With that, the madman stood up and limped towards the top of the mountain, muttering incessantly along the way.

Xuan Se was frightened by the sudden scolding of the crazy old man, and he didn't know what to do, so he looked at Mo Ran who was carrying the coffin on his back.

Mo Ran had long been accustomed to the strange temper of the crazy old man, looked at Xuan Se with sympathy, and comforted: "Master don't care, this old man has always been like this, crazy talk, what he just said, eighty percent of it was made up to fool people when he was idle, I can't believe it." ”

Xuan Se laughed awkwardly a few times, helped Mo Ran to get up, and the two chased after the crazy old man.

Death Sacrifice Mountain.

A big mountain in the south of Dusk City, there is a ruined ancient array on the mountain that has been abandoned for many years, according to legend, this ancient array is extremely strange, there is no grass within ten miles around, and there is a desolation of death sacrifice everywhere.

Mo Ran, Crazy Old Man, and Xuan Se climbed to the top of the mountain, and without worrying about breathing, they were shocked by the scene in front of them.

The original dilapidated ancient array has been restored intact, the center of the ancient array is stacked with red stones, and there are eight mysterious statues around it, dozens of black-clothed people are scurrying back and forth between the statues, checking the strange red stones that are obliquely inserted in the hands of the gods, the red stones flash and emit red light, seemingly unrelated, but faintly echoing each other.

There are still two people standing at the entrance of the ancient array, led by a middle-aged man, with thin eyebrows and square face, elegant eyebrows, bright eyes, full forehead, and a momentum that is not angry and powerful in the elegance. Dressed in a Confucian robe, he stood with his hands in his hands. A piece of light purple jade pendant on the waist, exquisitely clear, faintly auspicious, very beautiful, absolutely extraordinary.

It's just that his forehead and sideburns are incommensurate with his appearance, and there are a lot more gray hairs, which looks a little more vicissitudes.

Standing behind the middle-aged man was a young man dressed in bright silk clothes, with black hair scattered over his shoulders, his hands slender and white, and his face was even more handsome, almost a little charming, and there was a faint hint of evil, looking at Mo Ran with a smile.

The middle-aged man turned around and looked at Mo Ran and the crazy old man, and finally, his eyes stayed on the Qiankun coffin behind Mo Ran.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly and gestured to the young man, but he didn't see any movement from the young man, and the Qiankun coffin behind Mo Ran was actually sucked by him out of thin air and hung in front of the middle-aged man.

Mo Ran secretly screamed badly, and rushed over with an arrow, but was stopped by the Xuanse Master who was standing on the side.

"Amitabha, little brother, don't panic!"

Just when Mo Ran opened his mouth to speak, the middle-aged man suddenly took off the light purple jade pendant hanging from his waist and put it on the Qiankun coffin.

"Click......"

After a series of sounds, the unbreakable Qiankun coffin opened automatically.

Mo Ran was stunned and stunned.

The crazy old man also turned pale, and muttered, "Bagua key, how can you have a gossip key......?"

"Daddy!"

The beautiful girl who had been sleeping in the coffin suddenly sat up and shouted sweetly to the middle-aged man.

This girl turned out to be the daughter of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man smiled faintly at the girl and said, "Die'er, I haven't seen you for two hundred years, I've worked hard for you......"

The girl's eyes were like water, she smiled sweetly, and said, "Butterfly is not hard, Dad is hard, I see that your hair is a lot whiter......"

Hearing the conversation between the father and daughter, Mo Ran's head "buzzed", and he only felt that this world was so big, there were no surprises! This is like a fairy descending to earth, she has been locked in this coffin for two hundred years, and judging by her age, she does not look like she is more than two hundred years old, at most eleven or twelve years old. Moreover, not only did she live for two hundred years, but the middle-aged man she called her father also spent two hundred years, just having some more gray hair on his forehead and sideburns, what a magical rejuvenation technique.

The young man, who had not spoken, leaned into the middle-aged man's ear and whispered, "City Lord, everything is ready and ready to be opened." ”

The middle-aged man nodded lightly and said, "Let's open the ancient array!" Then he looked at the stunned Mo Ran and the crazy old man with a worried face, and continued to say to the young man: "Brother Mu Bai, these two people, please deal with them quickly." ”

When the crazy old man heard this, his heart was full of anger, and he reprimanded: "Slow! Since the female baby in this Qiankun coffin is the daughter of the honorable, my grandfather and grandson are also relieved, but the two of us are desperate to save each other, so that the daughter is here safely, there is no merit, there is also hard work, not only does not reward the two of us, but wants to make such a ruthless hand, what do you mean?"

The middle-aged man sneered: "I didn't let you save the butterfly, so how can you say that you will be rewarded?"

The crazy old man argued: "Then why did His Majesty send this Xuanse Master to rescue my grandfather and grandson?"

The middle-aged man said, "Who said that I can't kill you two again after I save the two of you?"

The crazy old man was choked and speechless.

At this time, the girl named "Die'er" said coquettishly: "Dad...... Today is an important day, and it is not easy to see blood, so spare their lives and use them for me!"

After that, Die'er smiled sweetly at Mo Ran and asked, "Let me ask you, are you willing to be my playmate?"

Mo Ran looked at the beautiful smile in front of him, under the light of the sunset at dusk, his skin was like snow, beautiful and unparalleled, like a fairy, a pair of bright reflections of his shabby and dirty figure, his face turned red at the moment, and he spat out: "I...... Yes!"

The girl laughed out loud, as if she had never seen a boy blushing, and looked at Mo Ran with interest, only thinking that the little boy was stunned, and it was very funny.

She rolled her eyes, and then said coquettishly to the middle-aged man: "Dad...... You see he agreed. In this way, they are their own people, and they will not reveal our whereabouts. Right?"

The middle-aged man looked at his daughter with a smile, and did not argue, his eyes turned to the ancient formation.

The young man dressed in silk on the side looked at the back of the middle-aged man and asked in a loud voice, "City Lord, will you deal with them?"

The crazy old man scolded urgently: "Still deal with a fart! Didn't you hear what your young lady said, we are now our own people." ”

The young man let out an "oh", followed by the middle-aged man, and stood at the edge of the ancient formation.

With the order of the middle-aged man, the silk boy unfolded a withered yellow scroll, silently reciting the incantation on the scroll, the strange red stone held in the hands of the eight gods seemed to be suddenly held by some mysterious power, and was suddenly ignited, and the fire illuminated the face of the mysterious idol, and suddenly, the eyes of all the gods were like bloodshot, lit up with red light, like a demon waking up again, in an instant, the gods and demons in the sky shouted together, and the sharp whistling sound was overwhelming, deafening.

The crimson stone blocks in the ancient array burned out of thin air, and the more they burned, the more intense they became. In the depths of the flames, a thunderous sound began to rumble, and the heart of the flame gradually turned pure white.

The flames burned wildly, and the flames danced wildly in the air like demons, welcoming the horrors of the depths of the flames.

The hottest place to burn is almost the center of the pure white flame.

Suddenly, in the midst of a violent flicker, it seemed like some kind of creature, slowly gasping and opening its eyes.

A ferocity filled with maddening despair swept over every corner of the hilltop in an instant.

The flame heart, which was constantly expanding and slightly shrinking, was like a hatched red flame egg, pregnant with something terrifying, and as the surrounding temperature continued to rise rapidly, all the flames instantly burst out with the most enthusiastic light, and the entire mountain suddenly the dragon groaned continuously, with terror and despair.

From the depths of the hottest flames, a crack slowly cracked, and a huge head slowly poked out, as dazzling as the scorching sun and could not be looked at directly, it was clearly a huge ancient fire dragon bathed in flames, everywhere, there were flames.

"Eight Desolate Fire Dragons!"

The mad old man exclaimed, looking at the dragon in the air with a face like dead ashes.

Suddenly, there was a roar from the sky to the west.

"Oh!! you are one thing, you old horseman, you have been teasing the old student for two hundred years, and the old student will definitely take your head today. ”

Everyone looked at it, but it was the peerless demon blood baby, rolling up in the red clouds in the sky, roaring angrily.