"The person on the top of the mountain turned out to be an ancient monk!" Liu Qinghuan was stunned before he said, "Can the senior recognize the identity of that person?"

The bitter Taoist said indescribably: "This is a long word, but you should have heard of the changes in Tianluo, right?"

"The Tianwu Revolution that eventually led to the establishment of the Stygian Mountain Domain?"

Liu Qinghuan's face changed, is it so "ancient", it goes back so long!

The immortal cultivation realm before the Stygian Mountain War Domain was called the Ancient Period, and that was known as the darkest period in the entire history of human cultivation. At that time, the way of the world had collapsed, there was no distinction between good and evil, good and evil, and people's hearts were corrupted and corrupted.

The world of cultivating immortals is even more respectful of strength, and the ancient cultivators are extremely powerful with each other, and they will do whatever it takes to improve their cultivation. But they shouldn't have beaten their minds to Tianwu, who has the name of half a god.

Tianwu, the legend of the east of the great wilderness, between the two waters of the north of the great wilderness, there are gods, eight human faces, ten tails of the tiger body, the system is green and yellow, spit clouds and mist, Si Shui, so it is also called Shuibo.

Nowadays, the records of those dark years in the annals are very scarce, because those ancient cultivators did not know what means they used, and in the end, they actually caused the anger of Tianwu, and directly attracted the water of the Nine Heavens Galaxy to destroy the world, causing countless interfaces to overturn in the monstrous flood.

For a time, there were more souls in the world than the living, the injustice was in the Dao, and the resentment was in the wilderness, and the human realm, which was already out of balance, was out of order and exhausted, and the passage to the immortal realm was directly closed by the Heavenly Dao.

Bitter Dao said: "The change of Tianwu is extremely tragic, I don't know how many ancient cultivators have fallen because of this, the glory of the ancient immortal cultivation world is gone, and the inheritance of many exercises and Taoism has also been cut off, it can be said that until today, the human world has not completely recovered from that tragedy." ”

"Later generations of immortal cultivators can only piece together facts from the mouths of surviving monks and sporadic classics, and finally someone found clues and found that the change of Tianwu is very likely to be a long-planned conspiracy, and the biggest driving force behind it is most likely to be ......"

"Chess Luo Xingjun. ”

A cold voice came from behind the two of them, and Liu Qinghuan looked back, but it was the Mahayana female cultivator Feng Lingxian who he had seen before.

And the Qu father and son and the male cultivator who came back to life also followed, and there were two combined monks who had never seen each other, and they didn't know when they appeared.

"Wind Fellows. The bitter Taoist greeted, and continued: "Yes, the real culprit is likely to be Qi Luo Xingjun, whose real name is Zhang Jingxing, who was once a Mahayana ancestor of a top-level immortal sect that had been destroyed in the Great Realm. ”

"You still have the leisure to talk about the past here. Feng Lingxian quickly surpassed the bitter Daoist and Liu Qinghuan who were at the forefront, and said abandoned: "The ancients who should have rotted their bones a long time ago have appeared in this world, and you don't want to run away!"

The bitter man smiled good-naturedly: "That's right, then let's hurry down the mountain." ”

The group stopped talking and hurried down the mountain in silence, but their expressions were not calm.

The giant eyes of deep space, the ancient overhaul of Qi Luo Xingjun, the strange regression of time, and the successive appearance of all kinds of incredible things have covered this immortal mountain with a layer of mysterious and unpredictable fog.

The mountain road down the mountain is straight and wide, divided into the royal road, Danqi, and there are trampling and piers on both sides, and the people who come and go can be divided into three, six, nine and so on according to their identities, and each walks its own way. Every other section, there is a huge stone tripod more than one person high, and the mountains, rivers, seas, moons, birds, beasts, fish and insects on the tripod are all carved in a simple and atmospheric way.

Every hundreds of steps, there is a spacious and smooth square separated by a large number of halls on both sides, if more monks walk around, and add some prosperous voices, it is no different from the big sects.

Liu Qinghuan was not like others who had been to these places in the past three days, and he couldn't help but feel shocked as he walked and watched.

It's a star chart again.

Since entering the mountain, he has seen star maps or star-shaped markers in many places, and the square in front of him is also a huge star map, with crystal beads of different sizes embedded in the smoky blue jade ground, like scattered stars in the sky.

They had reached the last square close to the mountain gate, and Old Ghost Qu suddenly stretched his neck and said, "Eh, what are those people doing in front of the mountain, why don't you go out?"

Liu Qinghuan looked at the bottom of the hundred steps, several Mahayana monks gathered at the end of the mountain road, arguing in a low voice, and seeing that all of them did not look good.

His heart sank, and a trace of coldness rose up his spine: "I'm afraid...... It's impossible to get out. ”

Sure enough, I saw the Mahayana monk who had rushed down from the top of the mountain before stepping on the last stone step, his luxurious purple clothes lifted slightly, and his figure seemed to flicker, but he clearly stood in place and did not move.

The next moment, the overhaul seemed to be angry, and a cloud of white light quickly condensed in the palm of his right hand, buzzing, lightning and thunder, and the breathtaking thunder could be felt from afar, making people feel a sense of numbness in the scalp.

He raised his hand and sent it gently, and the light flew out of his palm, but it didn't fly more than three feet, as if it had melted, and disappeared silently in front of everyone's eyes.

There were a few low exclamations beside him, and Liu Qinghuan and his party also reached the last few stone steps of the mountain road, and they couldn't help but look at the man's hand.

It was a blow from a Mahayana monk, and the power would not be as good as a candle flame, even if you didn't smash a hole in the ground, you should be able to hear a sound.

However, his hand did fall short, and he still doesn't know where it fell.

None of the people present were stupid, and naturally they all immediately understood that there was something strange about the way out of the mountain, either there was a ban or an enchantment, or ......

At the end of the stone steps, there is a wasteland as far as the eye can see, and the earth seems to have been plowed over, and wide cracks stretch into the distance. And under the stone steps, there is a three-zhang high stele quietly standing on the left hand of everyone, and the stele is densely covered with intermittent dots and lines, like natural stone patterns.

Liu Qinghuan looked at it carefully for a long time, and then recognized that it was the four words "Ji Dou Immortal Mansion" written by the True Immortal Text.

The atmosphere was very dull, and the bitter Taoist looked left and right, and asked towards the purple-clothed overhaul, "Pray for the day, what's going on?"

The purple-clothed overhaul prayer day's eyes were gloomy, and he shook his head and glanced at the people who had just arrived, and turned to leave.

"Try it for yourselves. ”

Everyone looked at each other, and soon two Mahayana monks also left with cold faces, and after a while, only these people after them were left here, as well as the real people of Qiming that Liu Qinghuan had not seen before.

"It turns out that Qinglin Xiaoyou has also gone up the mountain. Qiming Zhenren walked over, his face was quite good, and asked, "Why don't you see Brother Gui?"

Liu Qinghuan saw the salute, explained the whereabouts of the non-returnable again, and then asked, "Senior, how is it ...... here?"

Qiming Zhenren opened the fan and said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's just that we're all afraid that we've all been fooled - where is this mountain and what kind of immortal mansion, and the cage is almost the same, so we can't get out now." ”

He spoke freely, but the others listened to it with a look of nervousness.

"Fooled?" Feng Ling Fairy Phoenix raised his eyes, and walked down with a sneer: "I want to see why I can't get out!"

She stepped on the penultimate stone step in a few steps, and landed on the first step with her other foot, only to see her body shake abruptly and freeze.

The ascetic said with some concern: "Do you feel the existence of an enchantment?"

"No......" Feng Lingxian looked at his feet suspiciously, "Did you see me walking forward just now?"

"Huh?" the bitter man noticed that something was wrong, and said cautiously, "How many steps have you taken forward?"

Feng Lingxian's face changed, and he almost gritted his teeth and raised his hand to point to the stone tablet and said, "Seven steps, I have been walking there, but my eyes have returned to the same place!"