At this moment, a mutation protrudes!

The end of the Xunxian Bridge suddenly flickered with intermittent faint white light, like a malfunctioning light bulb, and like a phenomenon caused by insufficient and unstable energy supply. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The figure of the cultivator loomed in the white light, and if you closed your eyes to sense, you would find that his whole person had been completely overwhelmed by energy fluctuations. It's just that this kind of fluctuation and submersion is formless and colorless, and can only be sensed by cultivators.

"How's it going?" An Yang immediately asked.

The Xunxian Bridge was only three or five meters long, but there was no sound from that side. From the intermittent white light, the monk could be seen standing still.

Anyang shouted two more sentences, but still didn't get a response.

The other cultivators looked at each other, not knowing what the situation was or what they should do.

Just when Anyang wanted all the cultivators to rush over to find out, the figure at the head of the Immortal Bridge moved. He suddenly turned around and hurried back.

"Your Majesty, there is a great discovery!"

"Oh?" Anyang said, "What discovery?" ”

"There's a house!" The cultivator ran in front of An Yang and bowed his hand, "And I feel a spiritual energy entering my body, the spiritual energy is gentle and positive, with the purpose of testing for Your Majesty, I didn't resist!" ”

At this time, the eyes of everyone at the bridge were wide-eyed.

When this cultivator stepped on the bridge deck, he was still covered with silver threads and black hair, and his face was immortal wind dao bones, but now there are any silver threads, and where are there any immortal wind dao bones!

He's just a young man in his twenties!

An Yang couldn't help muttering: "So he stood at the head of the bridge like a sculpture for another ten years, the cold wind blew across his face like a knife, and the snow fell." I don't know where the strength came from, he gritted his teeth and stepped across the fairy bridge. At that moment, his white hair instantly turned black, his withered face became ruddy and full, and the already sour clothes on his body also turned into a white robe, and the cranes flew around him, and his ears were filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants......"

He remembered exactly what the old man said at the beginning.

The rumors obviously have a certain degree of falsehood and exaggeration, at least there are no cranes, and there are no white robes, but the white hair turns black and the face is rejuvenated, but all of them are true!

At this time, this cultivator finally noticed his own abnormality from the eyes of everyone, he first turned his head sideways to look at his hanging hair, then raised his hand to look at it, and then directly conjured a mirror to check his appearance, his face was full of horror.

"No wonder that aura is full of life......"

At this time, Anyang had already determined that there were relics of a certain monastic civilization on Yunding Mountain, and the degree of development of this civilization was definitely higher than that of the current monastic civilization in the Shenzhou world.

He didn't hesitate anymore, and walked forward.

Someone in the rear shouted: "Your Majesty, please wait, it's not too late to go after sending a few more people to make sure it's safe!" ”

Anyang ignored it and continued to move forward.

Obviously, the ban on Genting Mountain is a whole, and they have just violently ascended the mountain, which not only breaks the rules of the game, but also greatly damages the ban that maintains such rules. Anyang wasn't sure how many more times the bridge would be used, and he had to experience it himself.

Dangerous? He wasn't too afraid of that.

The second use of the Fortune Snatching Pulse Divine Technique had raised his Dao to nearly four hundred years, and after so long, the power of the mystical system had also followed, and he was now very confident.

The bridge deck is indeed an ordinary rock, which is already very rotten, and the touch of stepping on it is not all hard, but has a rustling feeling, giving people the illusion that it will collapse with a little more force.

An Yang walked to the end of the bridge step by step, followed by several cultivators, and the air combat mecha floated in the air and followed forward, slowly and slowly. And he had already applied a variety of auxiliary spells and spells to himself, raising his perception to the sharpest level.

"Seventeen, prepare to record all anomalies."

"As you wish, Mr. Anyang."

When Anyang stepped off the bridge, it seemed that some conditions had been reached. It's like inserting a key into the lock hole, biting it accurately, and with a click, the lock opens.

"Brush!"

When I saw the cultivator walk here, there was a white light flickering on the bridge, but when he walked here, he only felt that his eyes suddenly opened up!

Several houses appeared in front of them.

An Yang realized that this was an extremely clever illusion.

It concealed the perception of itself and the cultivators, as well as the scanning and detection system of the Heavenly Soldier Mecha, so that before going here, it could only see the snow and the top of the mountain.

Then he immediately felt the aura that the previous cultivator had said!

This is indeed a gentle and positive aura, and an aura of this nature usually does not have offensive power, so it is no wonder that the master of the cultivation dare not resist. And it does contain a kind of not strong but very ethereal vitality, which is a property that Anyang has never seen, and the aura structure is also very different from the "Dead Wood Rejuvenation Technique" that also has vitality.

There is a lot of data floating above the line of sight, and the ears are also full of reminders from the chip.

"An unrecorded form of energy fluctuation detected by your perception has been recorded."

"Through your perception, an unknown frequency of energy fluctuations has been detected, and after analysis, it has shown unstable symptoms, and it has been automatically filled and recorded after eliminating interference."

"Through your perceptual ......"

I don't know if it's because of the energy leakage of Yunding Mountain or the fact that the energy of the bridge has not recovered, or if there are too many people walking through the bridge this time, and its power has been dispersed, An Yang feels that although the aura containing vitality is novel, it has not brought him much benefit, and it is not to the extent that it can restore the youthful appearance of the withered face.

Even if the veterans behind him have become younger, they are far less exaggerated than the first person.

However, their hearts are extraordinary, and they do not feel annoyed or feel that the first person has taken advantage, let alone jealousy. Anyway, this method is already here, as long as they take it back to study it, they can always find the secret.

An Yang frowned and looked at the building in front of him.

These houses were completely polar from the fairy-like palaces and pavilions he imagined, probably the worst houses that the poor lived in. The walls are made of stones, and the roofs are paved with the slender grass of the plateau. After years of wind and rain, it doesn't look like the residence of a certain master, but like a beggar's shelter from the rain.

The only thing that is a little more impressive is probably the chessboard carved out of rock in front of the house, but the lattice on it is also unrecognizable, covered in mud and gray stone.

And there is only one stone bench next to the chessboard.

It's really a bit unimaginable that a cultivator with amazing powers cultivates here, and there is no grass growing on this mountain, so it is too boring and lonely.

An Yang took a deep breath and walked over.

He also found some indistinct handwriting engraved on the ground, twisted and twisted, which was one of the characters of the current Shenzhou Continent, but it was not the script of the Yue Kingdom where he had first arrived.

Faintly can see from part of the handwriting that this is a person who climbed Yunding Mountain left, he bluntly said that although he found the immortal traces, but lost the whole life, very regretful, and in the process of climbing the mountain has already realized the state of mind beyond mortals, if the red dust greed is compared to the comparison, then he has become an immortal.

So he abandoned all his gains, turned and went down the hill, never entering the house.

An Yang estimates that he is the hero of the story that circulates among many countries in the world, but either the rumors are exaggerated, or he is a cultivator, otherwise mortals would never have spent so much time climbing this mountain.

Go ahead.

The door of the house was a fence of wood and twine, which had decayed to the point of falling apart at the push of a push, revealing the same rudimentary premises.

A yellow wood table of eight immortals, four high benches, a reclining chair, and a coffee table are all the furniture.

In addition, the house was empty and dusty.

An Yang glanced at it, and couldn't imagine what kind of life this cultivator master who could lay down a ban and drag down a hundred thousand heavenly soldier mecha had lived on this mountain.

Surrounded by snow and cold wind? Watching the sunrise and sunset and the sea of clouds churning? Or is he silently concentrating on cultivation, giving up the entire Red Dust World for the sake of the purity and aura here, and penetrating the supreme avenue that touches immortality or heaven and earth every day?

If it is true that only extreme people can do things that ordinary people can't do, if this boredom were replaced by ordinary people, I am afraid that they would have gone crazy a long time ago.

If the rumors are true, the person who climbed Genting Mountain is already a person with great perseverance, but compared to this person who cultivates on Genting Mountain, he is still a small thing.

An Yang didn't find anything useful here, but he saw a monk who had gone to explore other houses come back, went to the door and said, "Your Majesty, there is a discovery!" ”

"What discovery?"

"There are a bunch of ancient books and ritual weapons, probably left by the predecessors who once lived here, and they are neatly placed, and they should be deliberately left for future generations."

"Take me right away."

"Yes!"

An Yang followed him and walked out, and just stepped out of the door, he saw a cultivator hurriedly walking towards him: "Your Majesty, I found a skeleton, it should be ......"

In addition, several other rooms were also found, except for the hall where he personally visited there was nothing.

An Yang went to the room on the left first, and there was a large flat stone with some soft grass on it, which seemed to be the bed where the monk usually rested.

And on this bed is lying a skeleton.

Some messy cloth towels covered the bones, and the black paint was sloppy and the original color was no longer visible. But underneath the rags was a white skeleton, with crystal clear bones, out of place with the crumbling grass hut and the shabby interior of the house, like a handicraft carved from white jade, and it exuded a clean smell without the slightest dust and filth.

In this refugee-like house, it is undoubtedly an exception and an important piece of evidence that this place is unusual.

"Is this the master?" An Yang sighed.

People from all over the world have come here one after another to find immortality, but even if the people who created this place have the great magical powers that make the crane turn red, they still haven't been able to get immortality.

It's a pity that a generation of great power died here silently.

It is estimated that no one knew his great supernatural powers during his lifetime, and no one knew about him when he died, so he lay on this stone and this pile of weeds, wrapped in rotten cloth and wrapped in a corpse, if it weren't for the bones that were as crystal clear as jade and did not decay through the years, he would have returned to ordinary.

"I don't know how many years he lived." Anyang muttered and walked out, ready to go to the house with ancient books.

His doubts must have been in these books.

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