Luo Fu Chapter 575: The Summit
Chapter 575 Summit
A monk wearing a bamboo hat and a cyan Taoist robe curled up in a cave that was only as tall as one person and could only accommodate a few people.
The rain is still falling in the Shiwan Dashan, and the leaves at the entrance of the cave are rattling. The muddy ground of the whole cave has already accumulated a layer of rainwater that has not covered the feet, and some dead branches and leaves are floating. . No one would feel any comfort in such a cave on such a rainy night.
Judging from the occasional mana fluctuations revealed by this cultivator, it is obvious that he is a cultivator who practices Nascent Soul Taoism. .
This kind of cultivation is not low in the entire monastic world, because except for some first-rate sects and a few second-rate sects, the rest of the sects are basically in charge of teaching, and the suzerain’s cultivation base is also the most Only in the late stage of Jindan, it can’t reach the cultivation base of the early stage of Yuanying. The cultivation base in the mid-term of Jindan is basically a figure of high status who is highly valued in the general sects.
With this level of cultivation, it should be very easy to cast some spells to keep the rainwater out of the cave.
But this cultivator gave the impression that he didn’t dare to use any spells at all, and he didn’t even dare to make a sound, allowing the cold rain to flow over his feet.
The occasional glances under the bamboo hat also carry some indescribable panic.
Looking at the black sky in the distance from time to time, and after waiting for more than an hour without moving, the ascetic in the cyan robe finally seemed to have made up his mind and paused. He took out a cyan talisman with cloud patterns on it, and threw it forward.
The cyan talisman immediately turned into a cloud of cyan, wrapped the ascetic inside, and flew out of the cave.
After flying out of this cave, the cultivator didn’t dare to support the wind and soared into the sky, but just grasped the formula with one hand and a magic weapon like a small white cone with the other, walking through the forest .
Judging from the direction of his flying, it should be that he wants to leave Shiwan Dashan and head south.
This ascetic was very careful when he flew, he didn’t even make a sound of breaking through the air, and he stopped from time to time, holding his breath to feel the movement around him.
However, after less than half an hour of walking through the pitch-black, almost invisible mountain forest, the ascetic suddenly stopped suddenly, and his whole body rushed to the left in a terrified posture. , the magic weapon like a small white cone in his hand also rushed out, turning into a ball of white light, flying behind him, with a pop, as if he had fought something hard.
Almost at the same time, a faint figure appeared not far behind him like a ghost, and the ascetic froze suddenly, not daring to move, the magic weapon like a small white cone returned It was in his hands, but the radiance was greatly reduced, and it seemed that he lost his spirituality in an instant and lost a lot of mana.
“Poxie Shuo, who are you, Sanhu Sanren?” The figure who couldn’t see his face clearly in the rainy night, and even his aura seemed to be covered by the rainy night, stared at the green-robed ascetic. After a while, such a sound suddenly came out.
“Under the Han style, Sanhu Sanren is the master.” The green-robed ascetic was startled, and he didn’t dare to answer without any hesitation.
“Sanhu Sanren is not bad, and he usually does not obey Kunlun’s orders, and he has nothing to do with us.” The faint figure was silent for a moment, and after saying this, he nodded, “You go.”
The eyes of the green-robed ascetic flashed as if he had received an amnesty, but before he could make a move, the faint figure had disappeared from his sight, as if melting into the It was raining at night.
At this moment, without any warning, another group of powerful aura suddenly came from a distance, stopped, as if looking at him from a distance, then retreated and disappeared.
“Shadow Rakshasa! The people of Zhaoyao Mountain…what the **** happened?!”
The body of the green-robed monk froze suddenly again, and the pretty face under the bamboo hat was instantly covered with a look of extreme horror, and the entire green robe was covered in cold sweat drenched.
Han Feng, this green-robed ascetic, is in the Hundred Thousand Mountains at this moment because he happens to have a few things on hand and is going to trade in the Nantianmen Secret Market.
However, a few hours ago, shortly after Han Feng entered the Hundred Thousand Mountains, he saw one of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, like a crack in the sky, with brilliant lights from countless fighting skills.
Although he didn’t know who was fighting, Han Feng could feel the terrifying vitality fluctuations in that place, and he could feel the power contained in any ray of brilliance that could easily kill him. That is to say, the two sides fighting in that place are completely cultivators who have transcended how many realms he does not know. It is definitely not something he can “intervene” in, or even go to spy on.
Han Feng is not an inexperienced person. He knows very well that no matter if it is to **** some treasures or vendettas, powerful ascetics will basically not be willing to be seen by weak ascetics. Every year, some ascetics happen to He bumped into a high-level cultivator’s fighting skills and died unjustly for no reason, so Han Feng immediately hid in fear.
After hiding for several hours, Han Feng thought that the cultivator of fighting skills should have left, so he carefully left the small cave where he was hiding. He stayed in the middle of the road, preparing to go out of the Shiwan Dashan first, inquire about the news, wait until everything is safe, and then come back and go to Nantianmen to trade.
However, Han Feng did not expect that shortly after he came out, he would be stopped by a Shadow Rakshasa.
Han Feng is not considered a low-level cultivator. He is very clear about how terrifying Shadow Rakshasa is. If the opponent wants to kill him, he will definitely be killed by the opponent within one or two rounds. .
And this Ying Luosha from Zhanzhou Zedi obviously let him go because of his master’s face.
Shadow Raksha… Excluding Shadow Raksha, there are still people from Zhaoyao Mountain.
The powerful aura just now is completely different from the aura of people who practice the magic art and Xuanmen skills, it is the evil spirit of the demon cultivator.
Moreover, in that group of powerful monster aura, there is also a unique cold wind that only a monster cultivator who cultivated from a different snake can have. , as far as Han Feng knows, there is only Liudao of Meixiu, the demon cultivator of Zhaoyao Mountain.
But Mei Liudao of Zhaoyao Mountain also let him go, and seemed to get along with Ying Luocha tacitly, giving Han Feng a feeling that he was lurking and defending in this 100,000 mountains.
People like Ying Luocha and Mei Liudao rarely appear in the monastic world.
But now the powerful forces of Zhanzhou Marsh and Zhaoyao Mountain have appeared in these 100,000 mountains at the same time, something earth-shattering must have happened here.
Han Feng’s eyelids twitched violently, and he shivered as if he was afraid of the cold in the night rain of Shiwan Dashan.
But he immediately didn’t dare to stop to take a look at the direction, and flew away, because he knew very well that no matter what happened here, it was beyond the hands of a monk like him.
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“What, Luo Bei, what do you mean, the colorless fixed Dahua wheel of Huangwushenxiu is similar to the ancient method of transforming gods?!”
At this moment, Ye Sipler, in the cave where the sky silver magic circle is arranged~IndoMTL.com~The eyes of Nalan Ruoxue, Cai Shu, Yi Dongyan and others are full of shock and disappointment “. At this time, the black rays triggered by Luobei had completely disappeared. Luo Bei, Nalan Ruoxue, An Dongyan, Su Xinyue, Tong Wugu, and Yue Yin were all in this cave.
In addition to these people, there was also a man with a burlap blanket, his hair braided into braids, his complexion was very pale, and he looked very young, but the light in his eyes was very vicissitudes .
This person is the King of Beiming! Beside him, close to Luo Bei’s side, sat an old man wearing Miao Yi clothes, wrinkled face, and dim eyesight. This old man was Lao Zhao Nan!
Not far from King Beiming, sat an old man with graying hair, half of his face covered with bones, but his eyes were full of wisdom and warmth.
Beside the old man, with his hands behind his back, stood a slender young man in a purple robe with tadpole-like runes, exuding an aura of majesty. This young man’s facial features are very handsome, and his nose looks taller than ordinary people, which will give people a deep impression at a glance. On the ground about ten feet below his feet, bursts of faint blue brilliance were shining all the time, forming the shape of a hexagonal dark blue jade plate.
These two people are the old man of Zhanzhou Zedi, Half-faced Demon, and the number two person in Zhanzhou Zedi, Ling Shitian!
All of these people are the most peak existences in the cultivation world, and they rarely walk outside, but now, these few existences that almost all ascetics have to respect and look up to have appeared in ten In the Wan Dashan, gathered together.