run!The monster is here

Xu Luo didn't know who the old man with the white beard was, what his identity was, and why he was cutting stones here.

But one thing was very clear to him. After he explored Panlong Ridge, the sound of chiseling stones began to echo in his mind. This was definitely not a coincidence. He did not dare to neglect, and quickly apologized respectfully.

"Over the years, countless monks have explored Panlong Ridge..."

The old man with the white beard did not look at Xu Luo. He was still holding the hammer, beating the awl, and chiseling into the rocks. When he spoke, the old voice came slowly.

"Most of them are unexplored and unexamined."

"Only a small number of people can detect the evil in Panlong Ridge."

click!
click!
The old man with the white beard hammered the hammer twice more, and continued: "There is only one person in the world who can withstand the thunder ban without losing his spiritual consciousness. He can bear the wrath of the dragon's roar without losing his mind and soul. There are even fewer.”

click!
click!
The old man with a white beard chiseled the stone, paused, and said: "Young man, your consciousness is very powerful..."

as predicted.

The old man with white beard knew about his exploration of Panlong Ridge.

Xu Luo quickly held up his hands and explained: "This junior had some adventures outside in the early years and received guidance from an expert. Therefore, his spiritual consciousness is different from ordinary people."

"So...you just rely on your spiritual consciousness that is different from ordinary people to run rampant and do whatever you want?"

"Senior, please don't misunderstand me. I mean no offense, junior, but..."

Xu Luo's thoughts were like lightning and he said: "I have heard from many people that the turmoil in the wilderness in the past few years may be due to the exhaustion of the dragon energy in Panlong Ridge. I am worried that the demons and monsters in the Zhuolingyun River will cross Panlong Ridge, so... …only then did I have the courage to sacrifice my spiritual consciousness and explore Panlong Ridge. I really don’t mean to offend, I just want to see if, as everyone said, the dragon energy in Panlong Ridge has been exhausted..."

"Then have you ever detected that Panlong Ridge has run out of energy?"

"No, no."

"Since there is no such thing, let's continue exploring."

"..."

Xu Luo was about to cry but had no tears. He lowered his head, cupped his hands, and apologized sincerely: "I don't know how high the sky is. I offended Panlong Ridge and disturbed my seniors' spiritual cultivation. I hope my seniors will remember that this junior has a shallow cultivation, little experience, and is ignorant and fearless." For my sake, please forgive me this time.”

click!
click!
click!
The old man with the white beard did not reply, and was still chiseling stones on the mountain. Strangely, the sound of chiseling stones was not echoing in his mind this time, but came from his ears, and his head... no longer hurt.

After a while, the old man sighed: "You...go back."

Hearing this, Xu Luo's heart moved, and he realized that the old man had let him go: "Thank you for your forgiveness, senior!"

Seeing that the old man ignored him, Xu Luo did not dare to disturb him anymore. After thanking him again and again, he turned around and left.

It is safer to stay away from such mysterious and unknown senior experts.

"Hush! Hush!"

On the way back, I heard a strange sound. I turned around and saw a man holding a hammer in his hand, hiding behind a huge stone sculpture, sticking his head out and whistling to himself.

This man was slovenly, unkempt, and had a sneaky look. He first glanced at the old man with a white beard who was chiseling stones on the mountain, and then, choking in his throat, he asked in a low voice: "Fellow Taoist, what year is it outside now? "

What is this ghost?

Xu Luo looked at the 'savage' in front of him in surprise.

The savage asked again: "How many years have passed since the last turmoil in the wilderness?"

"Almost... about ten years."

"It's only been about ten years... This is too slow. I thought a hundred and eighty years had passed."

The savage looked very disappointed and melancholy: "Fellow Daoist, why did you come in? Is it also because you broke into the forbidden area?"

"Breaking into the forbidden area?" Xu Luo shook his head.

"What's that for?"

"Junior just explored Panlong Ridge."

"Exploring Panlong Ridge?" Through the messy strands of hair stuck together, the savage's cloudy eyes looked particularly shocked. He seemed to have remembered something: "The turmoil in Panlong Ridge just now was caused by you?"

Xu Luo didn't know the identity of the savage and didn't dare to reply casually.

"Huh? Your cultivation level doesn't seem to be high. You just built the foundation of the avenue. The turmoil caused by Panlong Ridge means that you at least alerted the evil creature inside, and you must have heard the dragon's roar. The strange thing is that you are not dead. ? Still alive and kicking? "

The savage squinted his big, cloudy eyes and scanned Xu Luo's body.

Xu Luo peeked at the old man with a white beard who was chiseling rocks on the mountain, cupped his hands towards the savage, didn't dare to say anything, and left directly.

"Wait! Fellow Daoist, you just left like that? You made such a big noise, didn't the old guy let you stay and chisel the stones?"

"Fellow Daoist, please speak!"

Seeing Xu Luo disappearing from sight, the savage was stunned and dumbfounded: "I'm leaving, I'm really leaving..."

The savage looked a little angry, trembling with anger, and shouted at the white-bearded old man on the mountain: "Old man, that guy just made such a big noise, why did you let him leave? I just went to the forbidden area for a walk. Why do you want to trap me in this place where there is no place for people to poop? Why? He’s so awesome, but he’s so good at pissing!”

click!
click!
click!
The old man with the white beard seemed to have not heard. He was chiseling the stone. The savage covered his head with a splitting headache and rolled on the ground: "Oh! That's wrong... I won't yell anymore. Oh... it hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"

……

……

Standing on the deserted Panlong Ridge, Xu Luo looked around blankly.

The sound of chiseling stone disappeared.

The ruins of stone sculptures just now also disappeared.

He was looking for the source of the sound before, but for a moment he couldn't remember how he found the ruins of stone sculptures. Now after he came out, the ruins of stone sculptures disappeared without a trace, as if they had never existed.

"Is it some mysterious barrier again?"

maybe.

Xu Luo didn't know. Thinking of the white-bearded old man who was chiseling the stone just now, he guessed that he might be the senior expert guarding Panlong Ridge?
But who is that wild old man with unkempt hair?

Listening to his voice, it sounded like he was a coolie who was cutting rocks because he broke into some forbidden area and was trapped by the old man with a white beard.

Shake his head.

I didn’t think about it any further. Since the old man let me go, I’d better leave as soon as possible. In the future, I must be more honest in the wasteland and never cause trouble. Facts have proved that the wasteland not only has terrible monsters and monsters, but also There is a mysterious and unknown senior master.

After the turmoil in Panlong Ridge, many monks chose to stay and watch.

It wasn’t until the third day that I started to have the courage to venture into the wilderness.

On the fourth and fifth days, a large number of monks couldn't hold it any longer and followed them into the wilderness in small groups.

Most of them were heading towards Laojingou, and some were heading in other directions, not knowing where they were going.

Day .

Master Jin Wu gave an order, and a group of twenty-seven people, Xu Luo, Fatty Zhu, and Huang Pizi, set off for the wasteland swamp.

There are many swamps in the wasteland. For example, there is a black swamp in Laojinggou. The swamp Jin Wuye went to this time is the most dangerous Netherworld Swamp. It is relatively far away and requires passing through a huge old stick forest and crossing It would take at least half a month to get to the Netherworld Swamp from the Black Water Spirit River. This is still a case of relatively good luck. If you are unlucky and encounter any danger, you may not be able to reach the Netherworld Swamp after two or three months.

Xu Luo came to the wasteland twice before. He went to Laojingou and Linlang Cave. Both of these places are in the east, and Netherworld Swamp is in the west.

The environment in the west is obviously worse, and the Zhuolingyun River in the sky is also relatively low, giving people a very depressing feeling.

The group of people followed Jin Wuye and flew at low altitude, flying very slowly.

The spiritual energy on the west side of the wasteland is very strong, but no one dares to inhale it. Not only do they not dare to inhale it, but all of them are cautious and careful, and use the body-protecting magic to cover themselves tightly.

These spiritual energy are messy, too turbid, and may be highly poisonous. It is a trivial matter to take a breath and pollute one's own magic power, and it may even cause the Zifu to rot.

Speaking of Master Jin Wu, he is indeed a well-known leader in the Mangqiu area. He is experienced and well-informed. He is an expert at first glance.

In this place in the wasteland, high cultivation and strong strength are important, but what is more important is experience.

Which way to go.

Where is the danger.

Jin Wuye's family is Qing'er.

If people like Xu Luo and Fatty Zhu had never been to the west side of the wasteland before and wandered around like headless flies, they might encounter some danger. Following Jin Wuye could avoid many dangers.

Along the way, I met several waves of people, all of whom were in groups like them. I just didn’t know whether they were going to the Old Bangchui Forest to touch the Big Bangchui, or whether they were going to the Netherworld Swamp.

Yesterday, I heard from Mr. Jin Wu that not many people knew the news about Yinling Baoshan. There were Danxia Valley, Wujue Sect, Chijiao Family, and a few casual cultivators.

As for whether the news has spread, or how many people will come in the end, Jin Wuye is not sure. He will only know when he gets to the place.

"It's getting dark. Let's rest here tonight. Let's recover our mana quickly."

After Jin Wuye finished speaking, more than 20 people nodded, and no one said anything more. These people had built the foundation of the avenue, many of them were monks who had left the Zifu, and they were all casual cultivators.

In other words, each of them is a ruthless person who has been digging for food outside, dug it out alive, experienced countless baptisms of blood, and fought his way out of the pile of dead people.

Everyone knows that in the wilderness, everything is stable, and you must ensure that your mana is sufficient at all times. Mana is the foundation for establishing a foothold in the wasteland. Once your mana is exhausted, death is waiting for you.

"There seems to be someone fighting over there!"

After hearing what Huang Pizi said, Xu Luo looked over and saw four people fighting in the air.

To be precise, three people besieged one person.

The three of them are all very powerful, two monks who have built the foundation of the Great Dao, and a master who has opened the Purple Mansion.

The three of them each held magical weapons and were surrounding a woman.

The woman was unusually tall, more than a foot tall, wearing a gray-white robe with a long ponytail.

Seeing this burly woman, Xu Luo was shocked. She was actually an old acquaintance, Grandma Dahe!

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……

far away.

Grandma Dahe fought one against three, not losing the slightest bit. Her majestic and burly body was covered with a thick layer of protective Dharma Gang. The Dharma Gang was like fire. When it was burning, it made Grandma Dahe look like a Vajra with angry eyes. She only saw her long As soon as the arm is stretched out, it is like a dragon and a snake coming out of a hole, with the five fingers spread out and the big palm pressed down.

There was a bang.

A body-protecting Fa Gang, who was doing a major foundation building overhaul, was shaken to the point of collapse.

When he raised his hand, black evil rolled out of his palm, and a series of yin thunders were formed, directly flying the flesh and blood of the Foundation Establishment Overhaul Thunderbolt.

See this scene.

The Zifu monk and another Foundation Establishment monk were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they fled one after another.

"Stay alive!"

Grandma Dahe's voice was like thunder, she waved her arm, and a gust of black wind swept away. The black wind evolved and transformed into a ghost. It opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the fleeing Foundation Establishment Overhaul alive in one mouthful.

"You are no exception!"

Grandma Dahe sacrificed a Qinglong Yanyue Sword and slashed at the Zifu monk in the air.

Wow!
The mighty sword power turned into a nine-foot-long half-moon blade burning with black fire in mid-air.

Rumble—Crack!
When the blade passed by, a long and narrow ravine opened in the ground. The Zifu monk roared angrily, and used some magic weapon to protect himself, turning it into a golden bell to protect himself.

Bang!
The blade struck, and the golden bell immediately collapsed, click! The monks from Zifu were also shocked to the point where blood spurted out from their mouths and noses.

Whoosh!
Another half-moon blade strikes!
The Zifu monk had no time to dodge, so he tried his best to bear the blade with his body-protecting magic weapon.

Click!

The body-protecting dharma was broken and the robes on his body were torn to pieces!
At this moment, Grandma Dahe's burly figure appeared in front of him. She raised the Qinglong Yanyue Sword with both hands and slashed it down.

Click!

The Zifu monk was directly split in half with a knife.

died.

A foundation-building monk was killed by Grandma Dahe's Thunder Palm.

Another foundation-building monk was also swallowed up by Grandma Dahe's black wind ghost.

The Zifu monk was directly killed by him with three sword strikes.

Looking at this scene, Jin Wuye and his group of more than 20 people all gasped, and the corners of Fatty Zhu's mouth couldn't help but twitch. Although he had left the Purple Mansion a few years ago, his strength had soared, and he injured ordinary foundation-building monks. , not to mention, but it was just a wound. With his cultivation strength, it was almost difficult to kill a foundation-building major cultivator.

Any monk who has built the foundation of the avenue, whether it is a magical weapon refined by sacrifice, or a body of magic power, coupled with other means of protecting the path, is quite difficult to deal with, and it is even more difficult to kill him.

Unexpectedly, Grandma Dahe could kill two major foundation-building cultivators with just a few clicks. Even the cultivator from Zi Mansion was killed by her with three swords. She was really cruel.

"Grandma Dahe... is still so mighty and domineering, so tough..."

Looking at Grandma Dahe in the distance, Xu Luo was surprised and happy, and felt quite emotional inside.

"Fellow Taoist Dahe!"

Jin Wuye jumped up, cupped his hands and said, "I didn't expect to meet again so soon."

Grandma Dahe put away the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in her hand, with an ordinary woman's face, expressionless, and looked at Jin Wuye with an indifferent expression, and just nodded as a greeting.

"I wonder where you are going, fellow Taoist Dahe, this time. If you are alone, would you like to go with me?"

"No need!"

Grandma Dahe refused and left without looking back. (End of chapter)