Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 433 Hundreds of thousands of jailors entered the evening drum, and now only one of them has to return
Half a year later, the massive encirclement and suppression of the remnants of Qiushui by Xianmeng and Hell finally subsided.

But even though Yan Prison and Xianmeng blocked the news of this siege, all kinds of rumors about the remnants of Qiushui still spread like wildfire, and even became more and more evil. Li Yunsheng almost became a rival of Yan Jun and the leader of Xianmeng exist.

Even the ruins of Mugusen have become a place of pilgrimage for some cultivators in Shizhou.

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The border between Liuzhou and Yingzhou.

On this day, the mountains were covered by heavy snow, and many traders traveling between the two prefectures, as well as some cultivators who tried to enter Yingzhou from Liuzhou, were trapped in the snow.

There are mostly plains here, with few hills. Once the heavy snow comes, it will be vast and you can't see the way forward.

At this time, there was a tall, thin man wearing a bamboo hat and a black windbreaker, walking in the white snow field.

His whole body was covered tightly, except for a pair of resolute and firm eyebrows and eyes, but I don't know if it was because of the wind and snow, the man's eyes were not very clear, as if covered by a layer. If there is no fog, it is generally covered.

But facing the endless snow, the man's eyes did not show any panic, and he still walked forward without any hesitation.

As the wind and snow gradually subsided, only the man's heavy breathing and the creaking of leather boots in the "whole world" remained.

And just as the sky was about to darken, a flame finally appeared in the man's sight.

He stopped, squinted his eyes, and saw a post station standing there alone about a mile away from him.

"Qinglian Mansion is actually so desolate."

The man suddenly sighed with emotion, but his voice was so cold that there was no emotion.

After finishing speaking, he tore off the kerchief covering his face, revealing a face as delicate as a woman's, but unfortunately, a long scar ran from the center of the eyebrow on the right side of his face, not only destroying the beauty completely, but also Added a bit of ferocity.

"Gudong Gudong..."

The man took out a jug, uncorked the bottle with a bang, and took a sip with his head back.

Then he covered his face again, and continued to walk towards the lighted post in front of him with his unhurried pace.

As the distance from the post station got closer, the sound of laughter from the post station was clearly discernible.

"Let's say that after the Qiushui remnant escaped into the Mugu Forest, the Immortal League and Hell Prison were all out to encircle and suppress them. I think back in the past when they stood against Qiushui, their strength was greatly damaged. Only the master of the Immortal League died, but that's the case. , the two still sent the most elite troops. As far as I know, for a period of time, even Yan Jun went to Mu Gusen in person, but there are so many restrictions in Mu Gusen, even Yan Jun can't do anything about it. However, this will not trouble Xianmeng and Hell Prison."

Coming outside the door, an old man's hoarse but loud voice came from the house.

The man was about to push the door open, but after hearing the old man's description, the hand that pushed the door suddenly withdrew, and then stood at the door with his chest folded, as if he was waiting for the old man to continue talking.

"Not long after, the Immortal Alliance and Hell Prison joined forces, using the position of Mansion Lord and Hell Prison's Order of Hundred Ghosts as a bargaining chip, offering rewards to ten states for recruiting peak monks in the spirit realm of ten states to enter Mugu Forest to encircle and suppress the remnants of Qiushui. For a while, Nearly [-] cultivators from the ten states went to Yingzhou and entered Mugusen."

When he said this, the old man suddenly stopped.

"and then?"

The people in the house started booing.

"Old man, tell me quickly, if I find it interesting, I will reward you with a spirit stone!"

Among the boos, a clear voice was the most eye-catching.

"Hey, the young master is refreshing, so the old man won't be a fool."

The old man suddenly became excited when he heard the sound.

"Unexpectedly, after these ten thousand cultivators entered the Mugu Forest, not only did they fail to catch the evil of the autumn water, but because the Mugusen Mountain Gate was closed ahead of time, they were all locked in the Mugu Forest. You can only go in but not out of the forest, and no one knows what happened in the mountains in the past ten years."

The old man said in a sonorous tone.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the people at the post station were pushed away with a "squeak", and a man wrapped up tightly came in together with the wind and snow outside the house.

For a moment, dozens of pairs of eyes in the station looked at the door of the station.

These people looked at the man with surprise or doubt or even anger in their eyes.

However, the man's expression was not moved at all. He glanced at the crowd indifferently and buckled them up with his backhand, and then found a corner in the station and sat down without a word.

As the aura of Qinglian Mansion became weaker and weaker, many inns that were built when Qinglian Mansion was prosperous in the past gradually fell into disrepair, and this inn was the same, except for four windshield walls and a roof, there was nothing left.

"Old man, keep talking, you haven't finished yet, if you do this again, I won't give you this spirit stone."

The boy's clear voice urged again.

This young man is dressed in a fine attire, his face is like a crown of jade, and his face is very exquisite. Although he deliberately conceals it, any cultivator with some eyes can see that this young man is clearly a woman disguised as a man.

"Ahem, yes, yes, sir, don't worry, don't worry, wait for the old man to drink his saliva."

The old man said with a smile on his face. He was hunched over, and there was a signboard for fortune-telling and divination next to him. It seemed that he was not a storyteller but a fortune-teller.

"What happened in the Twilight Forest in the past ten years, it stands to reason that everything will become clear after the seal restriction of the Twilight Drum Forest is lifted, but now more than half a year has passed and still no news has come out, it is very strange."

The old man took a sip of his tea and said in confusion.

"What's so strange about this, the news is naturally blocked by Hell Prison and Xianmeng. They don't want to talk about you, how could I know?"

A man with a rough voice interrupted the old man.

The man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was thin and thin, holding a bowl of warm wine, instead of sitting properly, he squatted on the bench with both feet.

"No, no, no!"

The old man waved his hands excitedly.

"In the past ten years, there have been [-] or [-] cultivators who have entered Mugusen. Even if most of them die, they can always survive tens of thousands. But after so many people returned to Shizhou, there was no sound at all. Don't you think Is it strange?"

He looked at the people in front of him and smiled slyly.

"Xianmeng and Hell have indeed blocked the news, but this news is not everything that happened in Twilight Drum Forest, because even they themselves don't know what happened in Twilight Drum Forest."

He is a little proud.

"So that even the people of Xianmeng and Hell don't know what happened inside?"

The young man in Chinese clothes opened his eyes wide and asked.

"Because of these ten years."

The old man took another sip of water, and then he stopped being tricky and said:
"Except for the remnants of the autumn water, none of the cultivators who entered Mugusen came out alive."

　Everyone, don't worry about why the mountain master died so quickly. I will explain the doubts now. If I talk too much now, it will spoil the spoiler.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)