In the dim jungle, hideous vines stretched out like the arms of hideous beasts.

This green forest is surprisingly peaceful, there is not a single beast, and in the atmosphere of life, there is a hint of dead air.

In this regard, Yang Ming's suspicion in his heart was that he also jumped off the cliff with Xiao Zhenshan.

"Uncle, this is ......"

With a glimmer of fire shining inside the dark cave, Yang Ming's eyes showed a look of confusion, looking at the sound of "ticking" water falling on the cliff of the cave, like a lonely cave.

Yang Ming really couldn't figure it out, what did these three people bring themselves here for?

"Don't talk nonsense, follow us and you're ......" Xiao Zhenshan looked at Yang Ming meaningfully, then flicked his sleeves and walked towards the cave.

The entrance to the cave was not wide, only for three or four people, and except for the faint light of the fire on the walls, it was dim and frightening.

When the three of them entered the cave for more than ten meters, Yang Ming faintly saw a huge stone bed, and there was an old figure sitting cross-legged on the bed, leaning on his body, without a trace of breath on his body.

Seeing this strange figure, a trace of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Yang Ming's forehead.

What the hell is this place?

The next moment, the three of Xiao Zhenshan, who were leading the way in front, actually knelt straight down towards the old figure.

"Disciples Xiao Zhenshan, Fan Hu, Li Yi, meet the old master!" In front of the stone bed, the three of them kowtowed respectfully three times before slowly standing up.

The figure that was motionless, after hearing the three of them visit, seemed to move, and the body that was originally silent quickly regained its vitality in an instant, like a dead tree in spring.

The rickety back was also suddenly straightened, like a sharp sword soaring into the sky, and the pair of sharp pupils seemed to be able to pierce everything in the world through the darkness, and it was unparalleled sharp.

"It's scary!"

At this time, a thought suddenly popped up in Yang Ming's heart, this figure like an ancient sword gave him unprecedented pressure, even when facing a life, there was no such pressure.

Yang Ming had a feeling that if this figure wanted to kill himself, all he needed was one look.

"Could it be... This old man is the legendary powerhouse of the Divine Realm?"

For the thought that suddenly came out of his mind, he was almost shocked, and on the rivers and lakes, there was a sentence that slipped through the mouth, the Tongmai Realm ran all over the ground, the Tongqi Realm was very rare, and the Tongshen Realm saw the end without seeing the head.

From this smooth sentence, it is not difficult to hear the mystery of the Divine Realm, such a character would be hidden in a cave where there is no light, which makes Yang Ming feel a little incredible.

The sweat on his forehead was like rain, but Yang Ming didn't dare to wipe it, he just took a deep breath, forcibly pressed the feeling of being like a mang on his back, and immediately bent down to salute and said, "Junior Yang Ming, meet the senior!"

Although he didn't know why Xiao Zhenshan and the three of them brought him here, Yang Ming knew in his heart that they would definitely not harm themselves, since this was the case, then what was there to be afraid of.

"It's been years, it's been years, it's been years, it's been years......"

On the stone bed, there was a voice full of old and hoarse, and the eyes like a sword in the sky, as if they engulfed the surrounding firelight, instantly became brighter, and even, under Yang Ming's gaze and looked at him, he actually felt a little flustered, and his face also showed a trace of sleepiness, as if he wanted to sleep a lot and never woke up again.

The sudden feeling suddenly surprised Yang Ming, and he came to his senses at the moment, and hurriedly retreated in horror, looking at those snatching eyes with a frightened face.

"Yes, it's really good, a kid from the Pulse Realm can actually block the old Divine Soul Illusion, his heart is strong, it's rare to see it in a hundred years!"

As the old voice fell, and there was no movement of the figure of the stone bed, a burst of fire suddenly lit up around it, and a faint fire lit up on the half-burned candles.

Under this faint firelight, Yang Ming vaguely saw an old face, and the long hair with a snow-white shawl like the Milky Way, like a cold sword, made his heart chill.

Sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, the old man looked at the trembling Yang Ming with interest, with undisguised appreciation in his eyes.

This scene made Xiao Zhenshan next to him envious.

They have served the old man for many years, and they have not seen a word of appreciation from his mouth, but now, just as soon as they met Yang Minggang, they were praised by the old man like this, which made them envious at the same time, but also born a sense of jealousy.

"The breath is long, the foundation is deep, and the heart is firm, it is really an excellent good seedling, but it's a pity, it's a pity that it's not a disciple of my Heaven Splitting Sword Sect!" The old man looked at Yang Ming, who was silent, and his withered face showed a little sadness, as if he was feeling sorry for the Sky Splitting Sword Sect, and it was also like feeling sorry for himself.

"This kid has a good talent, so let's stay!"

After a moment of silence, the old man sitting cross-legged on the bed slowly opened his mouth, his voice was full of powerlessness and sadness, which made Yang Ming a little confused.

Hearing the old man's promise, Xiao Zhenshan and the three of them were immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly bowed and saluted, and then slowly withdrew from the cave.

Seeing this, Yang Ming also wanted to leave among them, the weak old man in front of him was too terrifying, he didn't want to stay here for a moment, although he vaguely guessed the meaning of Xiao Zhenshan and the others, but Yang Ming still had luck and tried to leave this place that made him feel frightened.

But when he wanted to walk away, his feet seemed to be hung with a huge lock, and his feet were stuck to the ground, unable to move.

This made Yang Ming a little frightened, is this Nima's still human power?

"The realm of the gods... Sure enough, it has the unfathomable power of ghosts and gods. With a low mutter, Yang Ming couldn't help but show a trace of bitterness on his face, in front of this kind of person, he could hardly raise the slightest desire to escape.

"Since you're here, let's stay with the old man for a while!"

Just when Yang Ming was a little desperate, the old man's gentle voice sounded in his ears, and the momentum on his body was also slowly converging, looking like dead wood, without a trace of life, there was still the edge just now.

"Old-timer ......"

His throat rolled slightly, Yang Ming swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if he had something to ask the old man, but he couldn't open his mouth, which made him panic in his heart.

Since he came to the world, it is the first time that he has shown such an embarrassed appearance in front of others, even in front of a master like taking a life, he is also as good as a stream, neither humble nor arrogant.

But for some reason, in front of the old man, he didn't dare to ask a word, could this be the deterrent power of the Divine Realm? )