The Beacon of Kyushu

A moment later, the inner chamber of the cave.

The layout in the inner room is very simple. Apart from a bed, a table, and a stool, there is only a tall, strange chaotic stone statue in the middle of the ground. But whether it is furniture, holy statues, or the ground and the top of the head, they are all made of obsidian. Under the ground without a trace of light, it looks extremely gloomy and depressing.

At this moment, an old man wearing a green robe with his eyes closed was sitting on the bed, seemingly meditating. No one knows what he is thinking, let alone what he is planning, but the person who can make Sima Wuming, the leader of Chaos, plan, must be a capable person. It's a pity that no matter how capable a person is, as long as he is cared about by Sima Wuming, his end will often be worse than death!
Suddenly, the stone door of the inner room slowly rose, and a middle-aged man wearing a black robe and an elegant face walked in. As soon as he entered the room, he saluted Sima Wuming with strange gestures and his expression was very respectful. His respect is by no means as simple as a subordinate to a superior, but more like a believer to a god. Even people who don't understand sign language will definitely be moved by his piety.

The middle-aged man in black robe had finished his pilgrimage. He groped his way to the holy statue and gently touched its four feet. As he touched the icon, there were soft sounds of "creak...creak...". At the same time, the stone bed where Sima Wuming sat slowly rose up, and a sand-covered character board rose from the bed. Stretched forward.

Sima Wuming seemed to be alarmed. He reached out to touch the writing board in front of him and found that the word "Wen Duo" was written on the sand, and then he smiled. The middle-aged man in black robe had known Sima Wuming for many years. Hearing the strange sound in his throat, he knew that he must be smiling, which made him feel a little relieved.

Immediately afterwards, he groped his way to the writing board, brushed off the existing words on it, and wrote with his finger, "Master, Wan Jianfeng has arrived in Wushan, please make your decision."

Sima Wuming figured out a few Chinese characters written by Duowen Dajiujiu, pondered for a moment, and then wrote on the writing board, "I personally lead you, the three major sacrificial wines, to take action. You must take it before King Yongjia kills Wan Jianfeng." Thank you for this great contribution!”

After hearing about it, Sima Wuming thought that Sima Wuming would send at most two high priests to intercept and kill Wan Jianfeng. Unexpectedly, he would actually lead three chief priests to attack, and he was shocked. But he did not dare to disobey Sima Wuming, so he respectfully wrote on the writing board, "I obey my orders!"

Sima Wuming smiled again. His smile was very kind like most old people. But behind the kindness, there is endless madness and ferocity. No matter who faces such a smile, he will definitely feel terrified.

When people are lucky, no matter which way they go, they will go straight to heaven. But if you are unlucky, no matter how carefully you plan, you will go straight to hell.

At this moment, Wan Jianfeng was so hungry that his stomach growled and he wanted to take a bite of everything except flowers, plants and trees. Suddenly, he saw what seemed to be a hare grazing in the woods not far away, approaching slowly and quietly.

Soon, he arrived behind the hare and had a clear look at this white, round little thing. But seeing that this hare was very strong, much larger than an ordinary rabbit. If roasted on a fire, it would be extremely delicious. Wan Jianfeng couldn't help but drool at the sight.

"Little rabbit, that dead pheasant escaped just now. If I let you escape again, I will starve to death today!" Wan Jianfeng said as he pointed his toes, and he quickly rushed over.

Unexpectedly, the livestock on Wushan Mountain are more intelligent than those elsewhere. Just before Wan Jianfeng's body was about to pounce, the rabbit unexpectedly ran westward. Wan Jianfeng was busy chasing after him, fearing that it would run away and he would starve.

Unknowingly, Wan Jianfeng chased the Chaos Cult to the foot of the cliff, and then caught up with the rabbit. He wanted to kill the rabbit before leaving, but he saw that the rabbit seemed to be afraid of something. It curled up into a ball and shivered, and let out a "squeaking" cry from its mouth.

Wan Jianfeng had never seen a rabbit react in such a weird way, and he was feeling amused when he suddenly heard the strange gatekeeper yelling at him: "Who dares to break into the Chaos Altar without permission! If you don't retreat, you will be killed." No doubt a devil!" "Evil ghost?" Wan Jianfeng curled his lips angrily, "Why do you people in Wushan like to call others evil ghosts? Ghost, or you are more like a ghost!"

But just after Wan Jianfeng finished speaking, he was so frightened that he stepped back several steps, with a rare look of panic on his face, "You... where did you say this is, the Chaos Altar? Could it... could it be that you are the Chaos Cult?" Those bastards who specialize in pretending to be evil and looking down on human life!”

The strange gatekeeper pointed at Wan Jianfeng and said angrily: "You evil ghost, not only do you come to disturb our practice, you also dare to curse people! Today I will kill the demon and eliminate this evil obstacle for the Holy Lord!"

Wan Jianfeng quickly pulled out the handsome stick from his waist and stared at this weirdo warily, his heart beating hard. Naturally, what he was afraid of was not just a mere gatekeeper, but the Guangmu Dajiujiu whom he had fought with that night in Guhun Gorge. If she was really here, he would be in danger.

"Boom!" The stone door behind the weird gatekeeper suddenly made a loud noise, and then hundreds of weirdos, led by Sima Wuming, poured out of the cave and immediately surrounded the empty space in front of the cliff.

Wan Jianfeng had met the leader Sima Wuming before, and even knew the unparalleled Guangmu Dajiu next to him. He was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his chest. He tried not to look at the two guys who scared him, and looked at the other two weirdos beside Sima Wuming intentionally or unintentionally.

But I saw one of the weirdos was tall and tall, with a pair of sharp eyebrows and a wide mouth. Although his face was not ugly, his eyes were tightly closed, showing that he had been blind for many years. The middle-aged man next to him was slightly shorter than him, elegant and mysterious, his eyes were tightly closed, and he was also blind.

Wan Jianfeng inexplicably felt that the elegant middle-aged man looked familiar. He seemed to have seen him not only before, but also more than once, but he couldn't remember it for a while. At this moment, he was in a desperate situation. How could he think about so much? He could only bite the bullet and said: "Hey, why are so many of you trying to stop me from doing this? Could it be that when you see me handsome and eloquent, you want to Recruit me to join the religion and deceive the ignorant people for you? But that’s not right. Your leader is an old blind man, and his subordinates are all little blind men. No matter how beautiful I am, you can’t see me!”

Sima Wuming faced Wan Jianfeng blankly, waiting for the disciples around him to write for him and convey Wan Jianfeng's meaning. Duowen Dajiu heard what he said clearly, and couldn't help but sneer and gesture, "You evil ghost, stop using your rude words and you will die!"

After Duo Wen finished the wine contest, he suddenly pulled out a long sword from his waist. With only a slight shake of his body, he was already in front of Wan Jianfeng. Wan Jianfeng thought that there were only a handful of Qing Gongs on his hands, but he didn't expect that this Qing Gong master who had heard a lot about the Grand Sacrifice Wine was still looming above him, and he became more and more frightened.

"Hey, you blind man, you are really going to kill me!" Wan Jianfeng said as he took two or three steps back, forcing a playful smile on his face, but he held the stick in his hand so tightly that the joints of his hands had turned pale, but he was still unaware of it.

Duowen Dajijiu stood firm and suddenly attacked with his long sword. He obviously only made one attack, but the long sword in his hand suddenly erupted into sword fog, covering Wan Jianfeng's entire body in the sword fog. Wan Jianfeng saw that Duowen's swordsmanship was so powerful. He was busy dodging left and right in the sword mist. He was even more confused than when he faced Guangmu that night.

Wan Jianfeng wanted to use the Heavenly Escape sword technique taught by his master, using a stick as a sword to defeat his opponent's moves in one move, but he dared not violate the prohibition. He knew very well that he might not be able to kill him with his knowledge of swordsmanship, but if his master really wanted him to die, he would definitely die even if he fled to the ends of the earth! (End of chapter)