The desire cave fell silent. The days of panic continue. The sky did not fall, but ushered in more than seventy Gugen disciples who came back from looking for the source.

The depression of the past few days has been greatly reduced. Deng Ming sat in the hall very depressed. Yin Tan sat on Deng Ming's side and quietly looked at the deputy cave master.

The little worm disappeared for no reason, and it was too mysterious to disappear. Yin Tan used the transfiguration crystal to transform it many times. The little bald mountain is bare and nothing. I only saw that night, the worm went to the top of the mountain and never came down.

Yin Tan went to the top of the mountain to see it once, and again, the mountain was still the same mountain, the stone was still the same stone, and the gray and white did not change color. Only one stone had been gnawed by sharp teeth, which was initially thought to be the result of small insects gnawing on it.

The verdant trees in the Desire Peak, with red and yellow flowers, the sad atmosphere of a few days ago has disappeared, the tree posture is still majestic, and the branches and leaves are still lush and vigorous.

Only the black hillside, bare and silent in inky sap, a few huge rocks of strange shape, standing on the black hillside. Leaning over to lie down on his tired body, a few gusts of wind blew, and occasionally there was smoke fluttering.

Tom, tom. In the pile of black ash, there was a faint sound, as if knocking on stones, as if digging a cave. The sound of tom tom is amazing and heart-pounding.

The magu in the thatched hut wore her long hair, her eyes closed, and she was immersed in the joy of cultivation. The red pill that Yao Que gave him, after Ma Gu swallowed it, he easily broke through the fourth order of condensation, and now he is a fifth-order great saint of condensation. The wonderful feeling is indescribable.

There are many fewer wrinkles on Magu's face, and the dry riverbed is ruddy, like an oasis in the desert, and it has a lot of shine.

Tom, tom. The sound of several heartbeats sounded from Magu's head. Magu frowned, slowly opened her eyes, and looked somewhere in the Desire Heart Peak.

In a black space within the Desire Heart Peak, a black shadow flashed black all over his body. The whole space was scary. It's a little scary. The black mangs floated leisurely, and the black mangs shot out, tom, tom in different places, as if it was an empty balloon, and every time it was struck, it would make a hollow sound.

The black light, like a pair of invisible black hands, gently clasped the door, waiting for someone to open it. Rumble. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the black light hit a certain solid point. A blinding ray of light came from far away.

A frenzied voice echoed in the Desire Peak, and the air around it shook violently with the sound of wild laughter. Buzzing and beeping. It was a symphony of excitement and excitement that formed a flood that burst the embankment, pouring down in this quiet mountain.

A swarthy teenager appeared in a pile of black charcoal. With a flash of his body, he jumped onto the black inky earth. Two pairs of cold eyes looked around and laughed coldly. Stretching out his arm, a black double-edged sword appeared in his hand.

Whoosh. The young man swung his black sword with interest, one moment it swung black light, and the other moment it turned into a black sharp cone. Transfiguration. Mixed with the young man's hehe, hehe's sinister laughter.

"Bugs, is it fun"?

An old voice came from a distance, not loud. The fluttering, but shocking black-faced young man was thrilled and froze there. The swarthy face changed color. Cover with a layer of black ash in an instant.

He couldn't believe his ears. Although the voice was old and distant, it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and it seemed to be carried by someone into the ice water, and the whole body trembled and was no longer a one, and it was cool from head to toe. He was almost shocked to death by the sudden sound, the frenzy just now was gone, like an electric shock, and his consciousness was in a state of half-dementia.

The whole body was frozen, and it turned in a certain direction with little difficulty, turning very slowly and slowly, as if trying to struggle to escape, and had to turn back in the old magic sound.

"Hehehe, I really didn't expect that the change of the Tree of Desire came from you, the insect soul, but I didn't expect that your soul also got a lot of benefits and broke through the realm." The old voice came faintly, and every word, every word, was like a nail, clanging into the head of the swarthy young man.

The swarthy boy seemed to fall from the clouds to the abyss, struggling to resist the sound, but his whole heart sank into the dim and gloomy world, powerlessly losing the courage to fight in the biting cold wind.

Suddenly, the swarthy boy let out a sharp shout, jumped up, and frantically swung the black blade to slash in a certain direction. The black mangs turned into dozens of black swords, lit with black droplets, covering a piece of the sky, and the cold clouds revealed dozens of black rainbows outside the sky, covering the sky and gathering a little in an instant.

The black mangs flew away, like a stone sinking into the sea. Without even a small sound, he disappeared into the distance.

The swarthy boy was furious again. Wielding the black sword, he swung the black mangs in the direction where the sound flew from, and slammed them down.

"Little worm, you're too self-conscious, I've wanted to clean you up for a long time." After the old man's voice came slowly, a white light flew in. The pop sank into the swarthy boy's forehead, and flew through it, flying towards the place where the sound came.

The swarthy young man's eyes glared violently, and gradually, the cold eyes slowly disappeared, and a pair of magical and empty eyes appeared. He opened it twice vigorously, blinked his eyes as his body fell, and closed them gently.

With a bang, the swarthy boy fell heavily to the ground. The black ash that had just been deposited, with this boom, splashed a layer of gray air. Poof, surging into the distance, a humanoid black circle appeared on the ground.

In the black circle, the swarthy young man's skin faded, turned gray, faded again, turned grayish, and slowly a face with a little scar appeared.

Although this face is covered with scars, under that scar, there is a handsome face. Mo Ye, yes, the young man lying on the ground is Mo Ye.

With a burst of laughter, a bundle of snow-white hair flew in. Instantly stopped beside Mo Ye, and a pair of sharp crystal lights shot out from the gap in the hair, and there was a fire sound.

A skeletal hand sticks out of the snow-white hair. Holding Mo Ye's collar, he flew into the distance like a cloth bag. He muttered in his mouth. "The kid's catastrophe hasn't passed yet, whether you can be yourself or not depends on your life."

In the darkness of the night, a cool gust of wind blew through a house from far and near, with a hint of moisture. It was so dark that I couldn't see where the sky was.

A dark shadow ghost, like a ghost, appeared in this world. With a casual throw, a heavy object landed under an eaves. In the blink of an eye, the shadow disappeared without a trace.

The rain, like black threads, sticks together, weaving a soft net, netting the whole black curtain. As the crackling rain fell, the weight of the ground moved, moving towards the dark and dreary room. The rain was unusually dull, there was no thunder, no lightning, only the sound of Xiao Xiao's rain, ticking and falling.

There was a knock on the door, and two holy priests with light shields appeared in the rain. "Master, let's rest here for the night, Dingcheng has been closed." A younger disciple whispered.

"Shan'er, then rest here?" an old man responded.

A nightite crystal shone on the room. Originally, this room was a palace-style ancestral hall, seven or eight zhang long and four or five zhang wide. In the depths of the ancestral hall sits a stone statue, under which is a sloping desk, and the ground is covered with haystacks, one nest after another, each of which is human-shaped. It can be seen that this dilapidated ancestral hall is just a temporary shelter for some saints.

"Ahh He stood there holding the sparkle for a long time, not moving. Staring at the grass nest by the wall.

"What's wrong, Yan Shan". The old man, sitting in front of another haystack, followed the apprentice's gaze. I saw a person huddled in a grass-shaped nest, this person stared at the two of them with a pair of frightened eyes, these eyes were frightened, flashing with confusion and emptiness.

The old man was also stunned, there were living saints here, how could he not feel anything when he entered the house. It's a Dead Saint, no, this gaze is obviously alive.

"Holy friend, excuse me, I am passing by here with my master in Xiayan Mountain, and I will stay for one night temporarily." Yan Shanpu said hello politely.

The person curled up in the grass nest did not move, nor did he speak, just stared at Yan Shan indifferently with his eyes open.

Yan Shan looked at it, so he had to pick up some hay and walk to the master's side.

"Master, you cultivate, I'll come to see the night." Yan Shan said.

"Well, Yan Shan, be careful when you get to your uncle tomorrow. Your uncle is a third-order condensation and has a capricious personality." Before the old man closed his eyes, he whispered.

"Don't worry, master, I'll be careful." Yan Shan replied.

The rain was pouring all night, and when the sky was gray-gray and bright, the rain was still lingering and hazy, shrouding the nearby trees and the distant city in the white, and only vaguely seeing a huge city, sleeping in the gray-white and cool atmosphere.

Yan Shan opened his eyes violently, and said to himself that he would keep vigil for the master, but he didn't know when Lu Dao fell asleep.

"Wake up Shan'er, did you remember what I said last night?" The old man asked.

"Rest assured master". Yan Shan replied.

The old man nodded. "Let's go, let's go into town". The old man stood up and glanced at the man in the grass nest by the wall.

The man still maintained the same posture as last night, unchanged. The man's skin was fair, and his delicate scarred face had a touch of coldness. The little saint of the sixth layer of agility, the breath can be hidden so well, not bad!

The man's gaze was hollow and terrifying, as if he had lost his thoughts.

"Little holy friend, do you want to go into the city together?" the old man asked casually.

The young man did not move, still lying there. Look at the two.

The old man had no choice but to smile. "Let's go in the mountains". The two disappeared in a flash.

The hall immediately became empty, and there was no more sound. The entire ancestral hall sank into a deep and mysterious atmosphere. You can only hear the roaring rain, lapping every tree and every grass, showing the tranquility and seclusion of the ancestral hall. (To be continued......)