I became immortal in the world of low martial arts

Chapter 176 Barren Mountain Temple, Eerie Ghost City (seeking order)

Su Heng's pupils contracted slightly, and a curious look appeared on his face.

Although the person from the Western Regions in front of him is not a master, his methods are also very good.

This knife cut down.

Not only extremely fast, but also extremely powerful.

It was as if more than a dozen martial artists with the limit of an oven shot at the same time, hitting towards an extremely deadly point.

If it is an ordinary martial artist.

In front of this person, I'm afraid I can't even pass a face-to-face meeting.

Even the master and strong will be slightly threatened.

Unfortunately.

More than half a year of painstaking research.

Su Heng's understanding of martial arts has improved by at least two steps, such a change can be described as a complete change.

Without the help of the terrifying eyesight brought by double pupils at all, Su Heng just applied a force with his hand, and swung forward casually like picking flowers and twisting leaves, but it landed on the blade with precision, making a crisp metal trill like a dragon's chant .

hiss--

The arrogance on Setin's face disappeared and turned into shock.

He only felt that his knife was slashing on the turbulent water, and the strength he was proud of dissipated invisible.

Followed by.

Roar!
A wild beast roared indistinctly.

Setin trembled violently, and there was a sharp tearing pain in the arm holding the knife.

puff!

He turned pale.

An arm tightly holding a long knife flew out of the air, and fell to the ground in a whirl, making a muffled sound of puffing.

Setin held his broken arm, endured the pain, and looked at Su Heng with a distorted face.

But he saw that the other party just stood there relaxed and casually.

It was as if everything that happened just now was just an illusion.

this strength.

It was so terrifying, he didn't even see how the opponent made a move, so he was cut off with an arm.

Setin has no doubts that if the opponent had murderous intent during the fight just now, the one that fell to the ground would no longer be his arm, but his head.

thought here.

Setin took a long breath, gritted his teeth, and half knelt on the ground.

"Thank you, my lord, for not killing me!"

Su Heng's eyes flicked past Sai Ting and landed on Xue Qing, "Is there anyone else who wants to try it? It just so happens that the owner of this valley hasn't done anything for a long time."

As he spoke, Su Heng grinned and revealed a smile.

Everyone present shivered.

Setin's strength is almost the strongest among this group of people, and he didn't even have a face-to-face meeting in Su Heng's hands.

These little ants went up, didn't they seek their own death?

Xue Qing could only take a step forward, forced a smile on his face, and said bravely, "Senior, it is kindness for me to save Setin's life. How can we be ungrateful and don't know what to do?"

"go!"

After finishing speaking, Xue Qing waved his hand.

This group of people left as if fleeing, and disappeared from Su Heng's eyes in the blink of an eye.

"Xuehonglou." Su Heng stayed where he was, lost in thought.

In the past half a year or so, Su Heng occasionally took action to frighten some young people, but Xuehonglou was the first one to really encounter a master-level power.

"The news that the imperial court dispatched troops is probably true."

Su Heng frowned and thought.

A gloom cast over his heart.

The world is so wonderful. Earlier, I saw a peaceful scene of living and working in peace and contentment.

But it took only a few hours to get the news. I'm afraid it won't take too long, and everything in front of me will dissipate like floating clouds in an instant.

The tranquility of Yunzhou may not last for too long.

With the influence of Li Er and Yaowanggu, it is not realistic to directly confront the Bingge Iron Horse of the Great Moon Dynasty.

You have to plan ahead.

Fortunately, Su Heng was well prepared for what happened today.

Even though it was a bit abrupt to get the news from the Xuehonglou crowd at this time, he didn't feel flustered.

……

Su Heng did not choose to return to Yunzhou Mansion and continue to accompany his family.

Instead, turn around.

He ran towards the location of Koizumi Mountain.

Although there are still more than ten days before the Ghost Festival in the traditional sense of Dayue, Su Heng plans to go to Koizumi Mountain first to see if he can find any traces of the four-armed Yama.

Xiaoquan Mountain is on the east side of Yunzhou Prefecture, and the straight-line distance is about [-] kilometers.

For a master like Su Heng.

If you go at full speed, you can arrive in less than half an hour.

The scenery of Koizumi Mountain is very good, with gurgling water all year round and lush bamboo forests, but the place is too remote and there are not many tourists.

In the past, there was also a temple on Mount Koizumi.

The name is Koizumi Temple.

But for some reason, decades ago, the monk coefficient in Koizumi Temple disappeared.

Even the temple was gradually abandoned and became a ghost temple.

"Now that I think about it, the inexplicable disappearance of those monks should be related to the four-armed Yama recorded by that master." With this in mind, Su Heng went straight to the deserted Koizumi Temple.

This temple has been abandoned for decades.

The walls are mottled and covered with cobwebs.

Although it was just after noon at this time, the sunlight was blocked by many leaves, and when it fell in the temple, there was not much left.

The mountain wind blows.

The mountains and forests swayed, and the overlapping sounds were like ghosts crying.

Su Heng pushed open the old gate and walked in the temple, unexpectedly feeling a chill all over his body.

With his current physique, he wouldn't feel the slightest cold even if he walked naked in the icy and snowy fields, and this kind of coldness is more likely to affect Su Heng's heart.

"It's really weird."

After realizing this, Su Hengfei didn't feel afraid.

Instead, there was a burst of joy in my heart.

At least.

This time it's not a waste of time.

He moved on.

Pass the door and come to an abandoned courtyard full of dead leaves.

There is a dry well in the middle of the courtyard, and a lush locust tree is planted beside it.

Su Heng patiently walked around the yard, but unfortunately, he couldn't find any clues, but felt the chill seep into his heart more and more.

He raised his hand.

He saw that the back of his hand was actually covered with a thin layer of frost.

"Tips for carving insects."

Su Heng snorted coldly, and silently recited the mental method recorded in the Dongxuan Sutra.

As a warm current emerged from his spirit, the thin layer of frost disappeared.

Although these frosts are not real but act on the spiritual realm, they can also bring real lethality, if an ordinary martial artist strays into this courtyard.

If there is no defense.

You may be frozen to death in it without knowing it.

Su Heng walked through the courtyard and continued forward.

Behind the courtyard is an open square, and behind it is a road leading to the mountain.

Going up the dusty old stone road, you can see a quaint temple sitting on the top of the mountain.

Su Heng took a step forward and stepped into the square.

Boo!
suddenly.

There was a sound like bubbles bursting in his ears.

Ripples appeared in the scene in front of him, gradually distorted like a faded oil painting, and then a new scene quickly emerged.

"This…"

Rao Su Heng was already mentally prepared.

Seeing such an accident suddenly, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

The originally empty and dead square disappeared, replaced by a bustling downtown area.

There are people coming and going in this street, and there is a lot of people talking.It's just that if you look carefully, you can find that the figures are all blurred, especially when walking, there is no ups and downs at all, just like wandering shadows.

And the voice was very lively at first glance, as if many people were talking, and they were in a lively market.

But when Su Heng wants to distinguish carefully.

It was as if it was separated by a thick layer of glass, even with the powerful perception he had strengthened many times, he couldn't hear clearly.

"This market is also a bit weird."

Su Heng thought of this, and then laughed unconsciously.

It would be abnormal if such a bustling and bustling market suddenly appeared in this uninhabited deep mountain and old forest.

Since he was self-cultivated, he didn't feel any fear, on the contrary, he was a little curious.The scenery in front of him reminded him of the interior scene shown when Master Liu Qingqing taught the Dongxuan Sutra that day.

Both are created out of nothing and act on the spiritual realm.

Perhaps there are similarities.

It's just that such a realm is so mysterious even among the masters, and it may even have surpassed the limit that the masters can reach.

Even though Su Heng had already understood something under Liu Qingqing's leadership, he only knew what it was and didn't know why.

There is still a long way to go to understand the true mystery.

He is in no hurry.

They come, the security.

Walk along the "busy" street all the way forward.

After taking two steps, I smelled a mouth-watering aroma of hot noodle soup.

Su Heng stopped and looked in the direction of the scent, and then saw a steaming noodle stall not far from the road.

A black flag was planted on the noodle stall as a signboard, on which the four characters "Xu Ji Noodle Stall" were written in blood-colored pen and ink.The owner of the noodle stall is a middle-aged man with a white cloth on his shoulders and a blessing on his face.

The man probably noticed Su Heng.

Then he grinned and yelled, "Guest officer, would you like a bowl of fresh noodle soup? It's delicious and affordable."

Su Heng wanted to refuse at first, but the churning bone soup was boiled with something. From a distance of more than ten meters, the delicious taste seemed to be alive and drilled into his nostrils.

He hesitated a little.

Reaching out his hand to find some broken silver in his pocket, he chose to sit down.

"Come and serve two bowls of noodles." Su Heng said gently.

"okay!"

The boss agreed with a smile and started to work.

Taking advantage of this time, Su Heng began to carefully look at the surrounding environment.

There were still seven or eight figures sitting near the noodle stall, but they were all a little blurry. With their backs to Su Heng, they couldn't see their faces clearly. They were just chomping on the noodles without making a sound.

And go further.

on the street.

There are old men selling candied haws with straw poles on their shoulders, and there are little girls in skirts carrying flower baskets.

In this urban area, the customers walking to and fro are as vague as shadows, but the people who set up the stalls are very vivid, with friendly smiles on their faces.

"Your face is coming!"

Before Su Heng thought about it, he came up with a three-seven-two-one.

The shopkeeper with a white cloth on his shoulders yelled, and put a bowl of steaming plain noodles in front of Su Heng.

I don't know what material this bowl of noodles is made of, but it is black, with some chopped scallions sprinkled on it, and when it is washed by the boiling bone broth, the heat mixed with the aroma rushes straight to the person's face.

"I ordered two bowls of noodles."

Su Heng took the chopsticks, raised his head and said to the shopkeeper.

"Eat first, I will prepare it for you right away." The store said to Su Heng kindly.

"Store." Over there, a customer with his back turned to Su Heng greeted, "The taste of your soup is a bit bland."

"Okay, let me give you a taste!"

The shopkeeper left in a hurry.

When I came to the stove where the noodle soup was being boiled, I saw him holding his head with both hands, turning it around so hard, he actually twisted his head off like this, then he fumbled to find the soup pot, and by the way put his head Tossed in.

That wet head was heaving and falling in the boiling soup pot like this, with that kind smile still on it.

The people around didn't seem to notice, they were still eating the pastry in the bowl by themselves.

It seems that this is just a commonplace thing, not worth the slightest surprise.

Su Heng silently retracted his gaze.

Looking towards the street.

but saw——

The old man selling candied haws took down a bamboo stick, on which were not bright red candied haws, but black and white eyeballs, which were still spinning around as if they were alive.

Pupils contracted one after another, and their eyes with sneers fell on Su Heng.

And the other side.

The basket of the little girl in a skirt was not filled with colorful flowers, but rotten palms covered with corpse spots.

Su Heng heard shambling footsteps approaching.

Look up.

I saw the noodle stall owner with a white cloth on his shoulders appearing in front of him, holding a head full of soup in his hand.

The man grinned, with a friendly smile, and asked seriously, "Guest officer, why don't you eat it? Is it because our noodles don't suit your taste?"

Not sure if it's because it's been cooking in the stock pot for too long.

When the boss speaks.

The white and swollen flesh and blood on his face began to fall off, revealing the white bones and scarlet muscle blood vessels underneath.

Hear this.

There was no look of fear on Su Heng's face either, he just lowered his head and looked into the bowl.

Not surprisingly, the noodles and bone broth in the bowl also disappeared.

Those black noodles are obviously rotten fingers, while the thick bone broth is scarlet and stinky blood, and the green onions sprinkled on it are wriggling live maggots!
The store owner looked at Su Heng with a smile, and the smile on his face became more and more strange.

At this time, the overlapping ghosts also vaguely gathered towards the noodle stall, blocking Su Heng inside.

If ordinary people were caught in such a gloomy ghost city, they would have been frightened to the point of dung and urine, and their souls would be scattered.

But Su Heng was not afraid.

He sneered, and his figure grew bigger and bigger.

The projected shadow enveloped all the surrounding ghosts and ghosts, and then the mouth was split to the ear, opened the huge snake-like mouth, and drank the black, red and red flesh in the bowl in one gulp.

(End of this chapter)