Immortality: Start Cultivating Immortality From Pingshan Mountain

 “God’s move!”

Chen Yulou softly uttered two words from his lips.

In an instant, there was wind flowing by itself under the robe, and in the mist-filled night sky in front of him, invisible stairs condensed one after another.

 Climb up the steps with your hands behind your back.

 Indescribably free and easy.

Within a moment, the others stopped on the stone ball.

A total of seven steel cables made of twisted iron wires passed through it and twisted into one. Looking upward, the golden light in the eyes broke through the darkness.

 The end of the cable.

 Sure enough, it is connected to the stone gate.

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Seeing this, how could Chen Yulou still not understand? He let out a breath and turned his eyes to the stone ball in front of him.

 There is an obvious dark grid on the sphere shaped like a giant pupil.

 Hand down and press lightly.

There was only a click sound, and the secret grid sank, falling right into the center of the stone ball, blocking the seven iron locks.

 In an instant, the water formation that was still moving suddenly stopped.

The creaking sound of twisting has also disappeared.

 The top of the head.

 Under the cliff.

 As time passes by.

 The solemn atmosphere began to spread.

Especially the Partridge Post and the others walked back and forth on the stone bridge, bending down from time to time to look into the depths of the underground river.

only…

The river is turbulent, shaped like an abyss, coupled with a thick layer of fog.

Even Yang Fang, who was born with night eyes, could not clearly see the underwater situation.

 Let alone other people.

“What’s going on? Why hasn’t Shopkeeper Chen come back yet?”

 “Is something going to happen?”

A few people lowered their voices and looked at each other with uneasiness in their eyes.

Hearing this, Partridge Whistle, who was leaning on the bridge pier and scanning the bottom, could not help but frown. After coming from Pingshan, he thought he had a complete understanding of Chen Yulou.

 Being docile and courteous like a good deer in front of others, he is as calm and cautious as a snake and dragon when encountering difficulties. However, when facing enemies, he is always willing to cut down the roots and be more ruthless than a jackal. His talent for cultivation is unparalleled.

 The methods are numerous and unfathomable.

　　Treat others and do things in a flawless manner.

 Never do anything you are not sure about.

Since you took the initiative to enter the water, you naturally have 100% confidence.

What's more, the snake mother is dead, and he really can't think of anything else in this ancient city that can threaten Chen Yulou's existence.

 “What are you muttering about?”

 “How can you and I be able to guess what Brother Chen is capable of?”

Glancing at a few people, Partridge Whistle said in a deep voice.

"But…"

 “It’s nothing.”

Yang Fang scratched his head. He wanted to say that he really couldn't do it. He was very good at water and also had night eyes. He could go into the water to meet Shopkeeper Chen and take care of each other. It was better than waiting so anxiously.

 But the sentence hasn’t been finished yet.

 It was interrupted by a partridge whistle.

"hold on."

 “Calculate the time, it should be fast…”

　　It seems that his tone is a bit too heavy.

Partridge Whistle added another sentence.

 Why didn’t he understand what Yang Fang meant?

It's just that the water is obscure and dangerous, and it's difficult to distinguish the dangers. In addition, he has a reckless personality, and it is easy for him to get into trouble if he enters the water rashly.

　　Boom—

This sentence is like an unwarranted omen.

Before he could finish the brief words, a thunder-like rumble suddenly sounded in the dark night.

 Everyone's expressions changed, and they subconsciously turned around to follow the sound.

 In the wind lanterns.

The stone door that was integrated with the cliff suddenly opened slowly inward.

 It was as if a pair of invisible hands were pulling the door shut.

 “The door is open?!”

 “It’s from the shopkeeper.”

“It’s unmistakable, it must be shopkeeper Chen.”

 Seeing the two tightly fitted door leaves receding to both sides, revealing a gap large enough to accommodate carriages passing in and out in parallel, everyone was relieved of their previous gloom and worry.

With a dull and loud bang.

 The stone gate hit the cliff and stopped.

Dust and stone chips fell like rain.

The wind lanterns in the hands of everyone, as well as the light from the torches stuck in the surrounding cliffs, filtered through the gaps and squeezed the floating darkness inward little by little.

 Whether it’s outside the door or at the stone bridge in the distance.

 At this moment.

Everyone subconsciously widened their eyes and stared at the door. They didn't even dare to breathe too loudly, as if they were afraid of disturbing something.

This ancient underground stone door holds too many secrets.

Now the veil is finally being lifted.

How could they hold back their curiosity?

only…

 When the flickering firelight disperses the darkness behind the door.

A tall, slender figure with a calm expression slowly walked out.

 “General... always in charge?”

“Why is this from the shopkeeper?”

“Didn’t he go under the bridge? Why did he appear behind the stone gate?”

 The moment I saw Chen Yulou.

Everyone's pupils were glaring at the same time, and their faces were full of disbelief.

Kunlun didn't even come back to his senses.

He glanced at Chen Yulou behind the door, then subconsciously lowered his head and looked under the stone bridge.

 “Yuan Hong?”

　　Pulling Yuan Hong aside, Kunlun frowned and looked at him.

 The latter looked helpless.

He spread his hands and said, "Don't look at me. If I knew better, I wouldn't wait here."

“Why, you don’t recognize me after going down the underground river?”

 Step out from the shadows.

 Looking at the reactions of everyone, either surprised or shocked.

Chen Yulou couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

Hearing the gentle laughter, everyone finally came to their senses. The mountain cry echoed around them, causing the dust in the gaps in the cliff to fall.

 “Always be powerful!”

 “The mountain owner is mighty!”

In their understanding, the Xiling faction has always used big shovels and big hoes. If the stone gate blocks the road, it will break down the door. If it blocks the big tree, it will open the mountains and level the hills.

 As usual.

…

 Drill a few stone holes, fill them with gunpowder fuses, and blast them. Why do you need so much trouble?

 But Xiling is a sect that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Who is willing to admit that he is on the same path as those gangsters and green forest bandits?

 Purely only know how to use brute force?

Now that the descendants of both Mojin and Xiling sects are here, they feel honored to see that the shopkeeper can easily open the stone door with just one person.

"quick."

 “Go and have a look.”

The group of people on the stone bridge did not dare to delay any longer and quickly walked towards the stone gate.

After walking a few steps, the old foreigner seemed to notice something and subconsciously looked back at Oona, who was a few steps behind.

 “Miss Oona, what are you thinking about? You’re leaving.”

 “Oh...here it comes.”

Oona nodded.

From the moment she walked through the underground tunnel, or to be precise, from the time she left the underground lake, everything was extremely unfamiliar to her.

 Even though she was here one step ahead of everyone else.

 But the mystery and unknown fills the whole mind.

His gaze, slightly obscured by his long hair, crossed the crowd and landed on the figure at the stone gate, his eyes filled with wonder.

 Look back on this journey.

 No matter what the situation is, it never seems to be difficult for him.

  She finally understood why everyone had an almost blind trust in him.

 Compared to himself, he seemed to be revisiting his old place.

Such a giant underground door, even Atta, who possesses a lot of shamanic witchcraft, may not be able to open it in such a short period of time.

Needless to say.

 Do you have the courage to face the unknown?

 “The shopkeeper’s…”

When the group of people approached, Kunlun subconsciously spoke.

 What he cared about was never the Queen's Spiritual Palace or some ghost cave.

 “I’m fine.”

Perceiving the urgency in his tone, Chen Yulou just shook his head. Hearing this, Kunlun's anxious heart finally fell back into his stomach, and he handed over the dragon scale sword in his hand.

 Chen Yulou took it casually and carried it behind him.

 A pair of eyes swept over everyone, seeming to be able to penetrate their thoughts, and he took the initiative to explain.

“The ancient people dug a waterfall underground, used the water force to arrange the mechanism, and connected the iron lock to the stone door. As long as the mechanism is pressed to expand, the formation will naturally stop rotating.”

 He said it simply.

But everyone knows that it is absolutely difficult to achieve it.

Not to mention whether they can find the underground river and successfully enter the formation, how many people can find the eye of the formation and break the formation that has been maintained for thousands of years in such a short period of time?

 “Then shopkeeper Chen, who is behind the door?”

 The old foreigner is still thinking about the ghost cave.

But now when I looked up, the fog behind the door was thick, like ink flowing, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

"I do not know either."

 “I have to go down and have a look.”

 Chen Yulou shook his head.

He just came up purely by taking a shortcut, and the moment the door opened, he just landed.

I really don’t have time to go and find out.

 Even if you have a rough route in mind.

"Then what are you waiting for? With such a momentum, if not the spiritual palace of the Queen of Fine Arts, at least it will be the Dragon Tower Palace."

Yang Fang is eager to try.

Upon seeing this, Chen Yulou waved his hand immediately.

“Since Brother Yang Fang wants to take the lead, then you should do it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Fang's eyes lit up instantly, burning like fire, and he couldn't hide his surprise.

 “Seriously?”

 Along the way, I hardly had many opportunities to take action.

But after entering Chenjiazhuang, not only the food, clothing, housing and transportation, but also a few casual training instructions from Chen Yulou and Partridge Whistle, are things that even a lot of money can't buy in the world.

not to mention.

 The seven-star horizontal exercise that was finally obtained.

 I just mentioned it.

Shopkeeper Chen arranged for Kunlun to teach him personally.

With these grace, don't do something he can do, Yang Fang was ashamed, and he continued to stay without his face.

 “Then, Shopkeeper Chen, I’m going!”

Seeing him look like he was afraid that he would regret it, Chen Yulou couldn't help but smile.

"No hurries?"

 “Let the old foreigner be with you and take care of each other.”

 “Yes, Shopkeeper Chen.”

 With Yang Fang opening his mouth, the old foreigner agreed directly, thus blocking his way out.

  Mentioned a wind lantern.

Holding an umbrella in hand.

Go past Yang Fang and go straight through the stone gate.

More than anyone else, he wanted to know what was hidden in the darkness behind this door.

 Nothing else.

 Since entering Shuangheishan and the ancient city of Jingjue.

 The deeper you go into the depths of the earth.

 The red spots on the back of his neck were signs of a ghost curse that had erupted even more alarmingly.

Last night while sleeping in the camp outside the city, he was even awakened by the palpitating feeling in the middle of the night. He opened his clothes and took a look in the mirror. The originally blurry mark looked like a ghost's eye.

 Wriggling slightly under the skin.

 It seems like it will come out at any time.

He is not afraid of death, parents, elders, and clan members. He has seen too many people die because of it. What he is more afraid of than death is dying with endless regrets.

 Going through a lot of hardships.

 I finally waited until today.

 If he could not enter that ghost cave to take a look, even if he died, he would not be able to rest in peace.

What's more, they have already obtained the Muchen Beads predicted by the prophet.

Perhaps…

 After today.

 There is no such **** curse in the world.

 “Hey, wait for me, kid.”

Seeing the old foreigner walk out a few meters away in the blink of an eye, Yang Fang couldn't help but look anxious when he reacted. Without daring to hesitate, he borrowed a lantern from a waiter and hurriedly chased after him.

 Step across the stone gate in one step.

Moist mist is coming.

Yang Fang didn't have time to think too much when he saw the figure of the old foreigner holding a lantern stopped.

 Wait until he catches up.

It was only then that I discovered that there was an extremely steep **** connected to the bottom of the cliff behind the stone gate, extending endlessly, and the black mist seemed to be able to be scooped up with just one hand.

 The light of the wind lantern can only illuminate a range of a few meters at most.

 Further forward, the light is completely swallowed up.

“Yang Fang, come and take a look, can you find anything?”

Hearing the footsteps behind him, the old foreigner took the initiative to step aside, pointed to the depths of the ramp and asked.

Seeing his serious expression, Yang Fang didn't dare to joke around and quickly looked down.

 In a pair of night eyes, there seemed to be a clear light emerging.

But he has not yet practiced entry, and he has not specially cultivated the Dharma Eyes and Spiritual Eyes like Chen Yulou. He can only see six or seven meters away at most.

 Further forward, the sight is filled with mist floating like catkins.

 “Have to go down.”

Yang Fang shook his head.

Seeing this, the old foreigner said directly, "Then you wait here, I'll go down and take a look."

After saying that, he walked down the ramp with the lamp in hand.

This scene shocked Yang Fang. After all, he was also a successor to the world of gold. Although he was not as good as his master Jin Abacus, he had traveled around the world for many years.

 The situation under the tomb is clear.

This kind of narrow and narrow corridor tunnel is the easiest place to bury hidden arrows.

　　He rushed into it rashly.

  It is simply a dead end.

Normally, he always felt that the old foreigner was young but full of life, almost in the same mold as his senior brother.

 Unexpectedly, he was so reckless right now.

Grabbed him by the shoulders, Yang Fang frowned and cursed in a low voice.

 “No, are you **** crazy?”

“If there is an ambush, ghost slaves, quicksand above the head, and snakes hidden in the dark, how many things do you think you can handle?”

Hearing this, the old foreigner did not waver, but opened his umbrella with a bang.

"That's not OK!"

Yang Fang followed closely with a lantern and raised his hand to strike the magic whip.

"I'll give you the rear, otherwise if something happens to you, I won't be able to explain to Yang Kuaishou."

"also."

 The old foreigner who knew his character well knew that he could not persuade him.

 With someone at the rear, the danger will indeed be reduced a lot, so I might as well agree.

 Two people are in tandem.

 The wind lamp reflected two solemn and cautious faces.

 Compared to the previous stone hall, the air here is more humid, and the mist blows in the face, soon staining the ends of the hair and the face with a light layer of water droplets.

 The **** under your feet is slippery and you may fall if you are not careful.

The journey took more than half a quarter of an hour.

 The ramp finally came to an end.

But the imaginary ghost cave, underworld palace, and dragon tower and treasure hall did not appear.

 Below you is a wide platform, surrounded by cliffs. There is no way to go forward.

 “That’s what’s behind the door?”

 “Are you kidding me?”

Yang Fang looked around with the lamp. He was in disbelief at first, and then couldn't help but cursed in a low voice.

“No, Yang Fang, come on, look over here.”

the other side.

The old foreigner squatted by the platform, using his mirror umbrella to try his best to carry the lantern away from the cliff ahead. The light flickered, and countless figures were clearly reflected in the darkness.

 Everyone stood there with blank expressions, motionless.

 “Isn’t he a stone figurine ghost slave?”

Yang Fang subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at the whip, only to find that the runes on the four-sided steel whip were extinguished and there was no movement.

 While he was hesitating.

The old foreigner was extremely decisive. With a flick of his wrist, the wind lantern hooked on the mirror umbrella made a bang and fell straight into the depths of the cliff.

 See this situation.

Yang Fang did not dare to speak anymore. He leaned forward and his eyes followed the wind lantern that was blown by the wind and seemed to be extinguished at any time.

First, as far as the eye can see, hundreds of giant-eyed stone figures are reflected.

 There was no time to recover.

The wind lantern seemed to have hit the cliff and rock wall, breaking into countless pieces with a bang, and the moment the light and fire went out.

 Deep in the night.

 A huge coffin and countless gold and silver flashed past. (End of chapter)