At the foot of the small barren mountain, seven villages and thousands of villagers rested with the pillar of fire of the gods.

This said, when the brilliance of the Heavenly Divine Fire Pillar jumped inch by inch and illuminated the earth, the villagers who woke up in their sleep suddenly felt different.

On the small barren mountain behind him, the fog of the Forbidden Thick Cloud Formation was tumbling endlessly, like boiling water, spreading from top to bottom.

was stunned, but in an instant, it was already halfway up the mountain.

On the original small barren mountain, since half a year ago, there has been a white mist lingering, like a stream in the mountain, hazy.

At that time, you can still vaguely see the forest and stones on the top of the mountain looming in the mist, which is pleasing to the eye, and the fairyland is nothing more than that.

Now it is different, this cloud and mist and white clouds are extremely dense and viscous, as if the white yarn has been replaced with a thick cloth, and under the layers, the true face of the barren mountains will not be seen again.

Blocked, isolated, after more than ten breaths, the huge small barren mountain, from the foot of the mountain, looks like a condensed white color, as if the most condensed clouds shroud, even the blazing light of the pillar of fire through the heavens, can not penetrate.

In addition, there is still a faint dangerous aura spreading, no need to enter in person, as long as you get close, there is a tyrannical aura attacking, the skin is tingling, as if it is cut, if you step forward again, the end can be imagined.

"What's going on......

The villagers were at a loss, although the small barren mountain in the past, although it had nothing to do with them, as long as they looked back at its existence, there was a sense of security.

This is a habit caused by years of danger, and if there is no place where immortal cultivators exist, there will be no peaceful residence for mortals.

After so many years of attack and defense, there are few powerful desolate beasts in the area of Broken Mountain City, and those with a little wisdom will avoid such a place.

Only those weak and small beasts that are not enlightened and ignorant like ordinary beasts will continue to breed nearby, and they are the food of the villagers.

But if you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of what happens, there are always powerful desolate beasts that do not choose the way to go, or enter them by mistake, which will often cause great harm to mortals, and it is not a tragedy of the slaughter of the entire village.

Now, on the small barren mountain, such a scene suddenly happened, and the villagers didn't know why, and a sense of panic suddenly arose in their hearts, like a child's loss.

"It's a retreat!"

Among the villagers, not all of them are ignorant people, like Si Xin and others in Sijia Village, although their cultivation is low and not worth mentioning, they have some knowledge.

"Yes, the Guru is in retreat!"

The voice echoed and came out, looking back, most of them were the village chiefs of the nearby villages, and I don't know when, they had all come to the upper foot, looking up at the thick clouds on the mountain, and their faces were indescribably complicated.

"It's fine, as long as the guru doesn't leave. ”

I don't know who said this, which attracted bursts of approval.

At this moment, the thick clouds on the top of the mountain suddenly trembled, as if the skylight had been opened, and a streamer of light flashed away and fell into the sky.

In the sound of whistling through the sky, a stone tablet appeared from the streamer, "boomed", and fell straight to the ground.

The location of the stone monument is at the foot of the mountain, at the end of the thick clouds of the formation, and it feels as if it has been measured with a ruler, without the slightest deviation.

"The Guru is truly powerful!"

Now those who are qualified to stand in front are naturally first-class people of the village chief, and seeing such a stone tablet falling from the top of the mountain, and being so accurate, they can't help but admire the master's supernatural powers.

Speaking of which, it's just a few words, and it's impossible for them to really tell them why.

A burst of brilliance flickered on the stone tablet, and slowly subsided, and from a distance, it was no different from an ordinary boundary monument.

Only then did the village chiefs muster up the courage to step forward, and as they walked, they cautiously looked at the edge of the formation, as if there was some terrifying desolate beast hiding there, and they might be swallowed at any time.

Fortunately, with the fall of this boundary monument, the formation that enveloped the entire small barren mountain seemed to be imprisoned by something, and with the location of the boundary monument as the boundary, it did not respond to the movement outside.

The previous faint fluctuations, the ferocity of choosing people and devouring them is no longer there, and they are all gathered up, like a sword into the box, if you don't hit, it's enough, and one blow is thunder!

Seeing this, the village chiefs were relieved, and then all their attention was attracted by the handwriting on the stone tablet.

On the stele, there is no decorative pattern or the like, just ordinary bluestone splitting, and there are only two fiery red characters on it, which is also very eye-catching.

"Stop!"

Silver hook iron painting, two big characters, sharp air, straight to break the monument out.

The ordinary word "stop", combined with the sharp air that lingers on the handwriting, is given a different meaning.

Standing in front of the stone stele, almost at the same time, several village chiefs who were somewhat cultivated suddenly shivered, as if they had been poured a basin of cold water on their faces in the cold winter of May Nine, not only the cold hairs stood on end, but at the same time, a bone-chilling chill came out from the depths of the soul.

This is a warning!

In an instant, everyone clearly understood the meaning of the stone tablet.

Now that the truth of the matter has been clarified, the guru has issued another warning, so naturally it is necessary to do whatever it takes to do it, and several village chiefs did not even dare to stay any longer, and left their respective villages to disperse the villagers.

Looking at them, it was as if they were afraid that the villagers would continue to watch and provoke the guru into trouble.

In fact, it's no wonder that they are like this, when an immortal cultivator is in retreat, it is often the most critical moment, if he is disturbed at this time, causing some kind of epiphany to disappear, or missing some opportunity to break through, that terrifying anger is vented, which is not something that mortals like them can bear.

...... One day, ten days, one month...... The white horse passed through the gap, time flew by, day by day, and it just passed.

At the beginning, there were still people who looked at the top of the mountain from time to time, as if there was some ultimate mystery hidden in those layers of unchanging formation clouds, but as time passed, they became accustomed to it, and gradually disregarded it.

The pillar of divine fire lit up and extinguished as usual, and the words were still the same.

During this period, before the "stopping" of the boundary monument in the small barren mountain, it was not that no one had come.

Naturally, it can't be those village chiefs, they are different from Xiao Young, of course they understand that there are some things that they can't meddle in, and they are warned, although the villagers are curious, they don't dare to disobey.

The people who came here are all immortal cultivators.

Xu Fan came, stared for a long time, lingered for a long time, transmitted the sound inside, there was no movement, and finally sighed, lost and left; Xu Xinling came, his expression was complex and changeable, as if there was something difficult to choose, his delicate face alternated between joy and sorrow from time to time, and after a while, he stomped his feet and walked away; Old man Yan came, with Yan Fu, and there was a young man with a yellow face, but his spirit was as sharp as a sword.

They either came to thank them for thanksgiving, or they had other deep meanings, but they did not stay long, and when they saw that they had stopped at the boundary monument, they paused for a moment, and then passed the message inside, and then left.

No matter who came, the thick clouds of the formation that filled the small barren mountain like a sea of smoke did not change in the slightest, and the transmission notes entered, and they were like stones sinking into the sea, and there was no news.

............ A year later, on the small barren mountain that had been quiet for a long time, a roar suddenly resounded.

In the roar, a Lingyun aura rose, and the sea of clouds and mist was swept open a little crack, revealing a little, and before there was any vision, it quickly returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Such a movement is like a small episode, and it seems to be breathable, and after that, the small barren mountain is still the same, silent, and all visitors are turned away.

Time is like an arrow, time is like a shuttle, inadvertently, fleeting.

I don't know the moon in the mountains, it's been five years in a blink of an eye!

The retreat began, and one day, five years later, a long howl resounded through the sky.

The long whistling sound, like the waves of the Hanhai Sea, wave after wave, suddenly pulled up, and suddenly broke a big hole at the top of the sea of smoke and mist, which could no longer be covered up.

The powerful aura rose to the sky, among which the meaning of Lingyun and the sharp qi rushed straight into the sky, faintly disturbing the Yuanci firmament.

The sound of a long whistle seems to vent all the depression, and it seems to pour out the joy in the heart for a long time.

In this long roar, the sea of smoke in the mountains receded like a tide, and all rushed to the top of the mountain, as if there was a huge whirlpool there, swallowing everything.

In a few moments, the long whistling sound and the waves of the sea of smoke stopped at the same time, and on the small barren mountain, only a faint cloud lingered, light and elegant, and there was no moment ago, which lasted for years of condensation and heaviness.

If any immortal cultivator sees this scene, he must know that this is the end of the retreat and the opening of the mountain.

In fact, in the depths of the cave on the top of the mountain, there was a "boom", the quiet room that had been sealed for five years, and the stone door was opened.

In the quiet room, on the cloud bed, a person sits cross-legged, his eyes are closed, his clothes are on the top of his head, there are faint traces of dust, just like the idol of clay carving and wood sculpture in the Taoist shrine where incense is scarce.

His body seemed to be breathless, empty, and if you closed your eyes, you couldn't feel his presence.

Only a bronze ball held in his right hand kept flashing with nine-colored brilliance, and bursts of fluctuations continued to exude - Zhang Fan!

This is Zhang Fan, who has just come out of retreat after five years of retreat.

Suddenly, on his body, a large patch of dust, as if swept by an invisible dust, scattered and peeled off, but for a moment, there was no trace.

At the same time, the nine-colored brilliance on the mixed yuan ball was instantaneous, and something invisible poured out of it, instantly covering Zhang Fan's whole body.

The eyelids trembled slightly, and a breath of life diffused indescribably, giving people the feeling that a certain god statue had suddenly come to life.

After a while, his eyes opened, and a flash of light appeared, like a white room, full of essence and divine light.

took a long breath, and the divine light in Zhang Fan's eyes looked like normal, looking left and right, and there was a faint sense of strangeness.

"Five years!"

"Build the foundation of the Great Perfection!"

(To be continued)