After going down the mountain, Sun Hao found a big question, where should he go now?

Let's go find the remnants of the Qizhumen, and there is no direction, and he who doesn't know the sword may not be able to find them in a short time.

If you go back to Jinniu Mountain, I don't know what the monks of the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate have destroyed Jinniu Mountain, if they haven't left, I'm afraid there will be no good results when they go back to Jinniu Mountain.

Just when he was confused, there were suddenly a few sharp birdsong sounds in the sky, Sun Hao looked up and found a lonely giant eagle hovering in the sky, which seemed to be the spirit eagle raised by Qizhumen.

It was alert, flew up early, and escaped last night's killing, which made Sun Hao's heart move, and he didn't know if he could control this spirit eagle, which was better than walking on his own two legs.

Just do it, he recalled the way the disciples in the sect controlled the spirit eagle at the beginning, and let out a sharp whistle towards the spirit eagle in the sky, one after another, wanting to call the spirit eagle to fall.

When the spirit eagle heard the whistle, it gradually flew down, but it did not fall to the ground, but only hovered low in the air, as if wondering about the correctness of this password.

Sun Hao saw that this method was effective, and his whistle became more and more urgent.

Finally, Lingying was also bewitched by the whistle, and slowly fell to the ground and stopped in front of Sun Hao.

Sun Hao was overjoyed and hurriedly climbed onto the back of the spirit eagle, wanting the spirit eagle to carry him away from here.

But after all, he doesn't know how to really control it, although he deceived the spirit eagle, but he doesn't know how to control the spirit eagle to fly.

After a while, the spirit eagle was still spinning in place, and even let out a sharp chirp from time to time, as if it was dissatisfied with Sun Hao's ink.

Sun Hao was also a little anxious, he had seen that the disciple who controlled the Spirit Eagle could make the Spirit Eagle Order just use a very simple password, but he couldn't change it to himself.

As soon as he was in a hurry, he used the means of riding a horse in the world, and pulled the hair on the neck of the spirit eagle hard, but he didn't expect it to really have an effect.

The spirit eagle was in pain, flapped its wings violently, fanned up a cloud of dust, and flew up at once.

Sun Hao was overjoyed, hugging the neck of the spirit eagle tightly, and wanted to control the spirit eagle to fly.

But he soon discovered that although the spirit eagle flew, it was still not under his control at all, and seemed to be relying on his instinct to fly at will.

And it was in pain now, and its speed was not controlled at all, like a gale, a full double its usual speed.

The wind brought by such a speed almost swept Sun Hao off the eagle's back, and Sun Hao had no choice but to grab the eagle's neck with all his might, not knowing where the beast was going to take him.

Slowly, the speed of the spirit eagle slowed down and returned to its normal speed, so that Sun Hao could take the time to take a look at the scenery under his feet.

Seeing that there was a dense jungle everywhere under his feet, it was the same, and he couldn't tell where it was.

It wasn't until it was getting late that Sun Hao finally discovered a different place, and a large ** stone beach was gradually revealed in the distance, which was the spirit stone mine they had just left.

This place is still deserted, not only are there no monks to settle in, but even those mortals are gone, I don't know if they have groped their way out of the mountain.

The Spirit Eagle did not stay, and continued to fly into the distance, and Sun Hao had no choice but to let the Spirit Eagle continue to fly to see where it could fly.

The sky was dark and bright, and the spirit eagle seemed to be tireless, and flew with him all night, and gradually, this person and an eagle flew to the boundary of Jinniu Mountain.

Sun Hao lay on the back of the eagle, looked at the familiar peaks around him, yawned a little tiredly, and looked around for the shadow of the Golden Bull Mountain.

But after searching around for a long time, he didn't find the peak of Jinniu Mountain, and the huge Jinniu Mountain seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

How is this possible, it is a big mountain, towering into the sky, how can it be said that it will disappear if it is not seen.

But when the spirit eagle flew closer, Sun Hao really discovered a fact, Jinniu Mountain was really gone!

I saw that in the place where Jinniu Mountain originally stood, there was a big pit, which was tens of thousands of zhang square, not only Jinniu Mountain, but even several surrounding hills were gone.

He looked at this huge pit in disbelief, and secretly feared in his heart.

I really didn't expect these monks of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect to have such cultivation, saying that it was a broken mountain, it was simply crushing the entire mountain into ashes!

The eagle also seemed to wonder why his home was suddenly gone, and circled twice in the sky, letting out a few mournful chirps.

Eventually, the eagle fell, on the edge of the crater, chirping mournfully, as if calling for a response from its companions.

Sun Hao also got off the eagle's back quite helplessly, looking at the huge pit in front of him, not knowing what to do.

At this time, a voice came from the fire elder in his dantian and said: "Sun Hao boy, I can feel the residual breath of my body at the end, you go down and take a look." ”

Sun Hao nodded yes, looked around, and slowly climbed down a hanging vine.

This huge pit was unexpectedly deep, and it took him half an hour to climb before he touched the ground, and as soon as he landed, Sun Hao felt a strong smell of burning.

At this time, Huo Lao became excited, urging him to hurry to the middle of the huge pit.

Sun Hao waved his sleeves to disperse the smoke around him and walked cautiously towards the middle lot.

To his surprise, this place was already hundreds of zhang deep underground, which should be almost the place of the magma river, but except for the smell of gunpowder floating in the air, there was no trace of magma, and even the ground under his feet was a little wet.

There were traces of fighting along the way, and the dirt on the ground turned scorched black from time to time, and it seemed that this huge pit was a battlefield between the Fire Spirit Holy Monarch and several Ten Thousand Beast Sect monks.

It wasn't until he walked to the center of the pit that Sun Hao found a trace of magma, only a small crack less than a foot long, there was still a little magma, and there was no flames tumbling, lifeless, like a pool of stagnant water.

Huo Lao's voice suddenly became a little muffled, "It seems that the main body has been captured by them, and this magma river has also been extracted by them elsewhere. ”

"Huo Lao, don't jump to conclusions first, maybe your body has already escaped. ”

"Hehe, how is that possible. He reluctantly smiled, "Now I can't sense the existence of the main body at all, but I haven't dissipated either, so it can only mean that the main body is trapped by a force that is more powerful than the Great Array of the Golden Bull Mountain, the Ten Thousand Beast Gate! It seems that when my Ten Thousand Demon Mountain collapsed, they must have a share of the credit!"

Sun Hao had no choice but to listen to Huo Lao's curse quietly.

I only heard him continue to scold: "That Ten Thousand Beasts Gate has always been a big trouble for our demon clan, when we came to the world in the east, they were aggressive and forced us to settle in the Southern Regions, but I didn't expect them to let go of it, destroy my Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, and force my demon clan to be torn apart!"

"They have divided and attacked again, in the past thousand years, I am afraid that there is no one in ten of the tens of millions of people of my demon clan, the gate of ten thousand beasts! What a great majesty, one day, my demon clan army will definitely set foot on your holy mountain! Let you also taste the days of homelessness. ”

Sun Hao seemed to be a little choked up when he heard Huo Lao's voice, so he had to comfort him: "Huo Lao, don't be too pessimistic, although the Fire Spirit Holy Monarch was captured, isn't he still alive at this time, your body is so powerful, you have been pressed under the mountain for thousands of years and have been safe and sound, and it will definitely be fine in a short time." “

Huo Lao had to let out a long sigh of relief and didn't say anything more.

Sun Hao circled around again, and no longer found anything unusual, there were small fires caused by residual flames everywhere, and the surrounding environment of the baking was a little dry, so he didn't dare to stay for a long time, and soon returned to the ground.

Huo Lao had quieted down at this time, and Sun Hao saw that he didn't speak, knowing that he was still depressed in his heart, so he changed the topic and said, "Huo Lao, it's good for you and me to tell me where we should go now." ”

I only heard Huo Lao say quite indifferently: "It's up to you, you can go wherever you want." ”

Sun Hao shook his head secretly, although he returned to Jinniu Mountain at this time, there was still no trace of Qizhumen, I am afraid that there is no place to look for it, it is better to leave here early and make plans.

After thinking about it carefully, Sun Hao decided to go back to the world first and report his peace to his family, after all, he had been away from home for several years, and his family was probably worried about himself.

After making up his mind, Sun Hao climbed up the pit and returned to the ground.

After coming up, Sun Hao found that there was no Lingying figure, he called everywhere, but after half an hour, he didn't see the Lingying's response, I was afraid that there was no human control, and he had already flown away by himself.

He also stopped looking, relying on the vague memory of entering the mountain at first, discerned the direction, and went out of the mountain.

These 100,000 mountains are not casual jungles, except for some cultivators, there is no human population at all, and there are fierce birds and beasts everywhere, and evil beasts are rampant.

Although Sun Hao is also a cultivator, after all, his cultivation is not high, and the journey is extremely difficult.

......

Half a month later, in the Lingbei area.

At this time, Lingbei is the season of spring flowers blooming and all things recovering, and the mountains are full of wild flowers and new green tree buds.

On an avenue near the 100,000 mountains, there was a horse team in the distance, there were more than a dozen sturdy men, all of them riding horses, and there were several carriages, and the carriages were full of horses, all covered with oiled paper, and I didn't know what to load.

The dozen or so men in the car were full of fierce spirit, wearing tight suits and swords pinned to their waists, looking like a caravan.

The leader was a bearded sturdy man, with a hat, sitting on the wheel, smoking a dry cigarette, with a leisurely face.

It was noon, and the sun was warmly baking on everyone's faces, making everyone let down their vigilance and enjoy this rare good time.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared among the trees in the distance, which seemed to have an unstable center of gravity, and suddenly rolled to the middle of the road, blocking everyone's path.

The caravan was startled, quickly reined in his horse, drew his knife and looked around nervously.

At this time, the figure that rolled down raised his head, looked at the people in front of him, snorted, cursed in his mouth, and stood up.

The bearded leader of the caravan glanced at the young man in front of him, who seemed to be in his early twenties, with some surprise, but found that he was smiling at himself with some embarrassment, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and he looked like a human or animal was unharmed.

This made the bearded man frown, and he was secretly vigilant in his heart.