Chapter 411: Visiting the Holy Mountain, confusing; at the bottom of the Holy Mountain, the prisoner and the old man

A gust of breeze passed through the crack of the bright Jiange door, flowing like water through the smooth floor that emitted the fragrance of wood, and passed by the square table with a dim butter lamp burning.

Behind the square table, a man with a handsome face and faintly slids of coldness sat cross-legged behind the square table, like a rock, still motionless. The light breeze flowing through the square table was gently sucked into the lungs by the man, and then gently spit it out, exhaling and inhaling, harmonious with the wind, extremely evenly.

Under the man, the wooden floor seemed to have turned into slowly flowing sand and continued to sink...

Dongdongdongdongdongdong! ~

A uniform knock came from outside the door, accompanied by the familiar sound of hurt.

"Master, today is the day I agreed with Lord Qiyao..."

"Well, I understand," Feng Yun Wuji's eyes opened and closed, and the light flashed in his eyes. In front of him, the still burning wick disappeared in response.

Feng Yun Wuji rose up and gently pushed open the gate of Jiange. In the distance, a wisp of fish belly white appeared in the sky. Under the horizon, a thousand feet of light burst out, and a faint dawn shot straight, reflecting the dense figures of sitting cross-legged under the Jian cliff...

"That's all I can do!" The eyes flew over the martial arts practitioner below, and Fengyun Wuji turned into a light breeze, falling from the front of the sword pavilion, galloping slowly towards the direction where the holy mountain was. Behind him, and nearly a hundred golden generals followed...

The mountains kept passing by like paintings, and the breeze blew on their faces. After this time, Fengyun Wuji and his group finally arrived at the Holy Mountain.

Things change, people change, hundreds of thousands of years later, witnessing the majestic and steep sacred mountain again, and the wind and clouds are unconsciously created a feeling of feeling like consciousness and illusion. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the first time to climb the ancient times, the hope was shattered, and the confused self in my heart merged with the self that was hundreds of thousands of years later.

"The master of the Sword Domain at the foot of the mountain, and the sword god Fengyun Wuji?" A vague black shadow stood proudly on the edge of the cliff, facing down from a high place, and said coldly.

"That's right!" Feng Yun Wuji came to his senses and brushed his sleeves. He was like a big falcon, and he rushed up the wind and went straight to the top of the mountain. Behind him, a group of disciples from the Sword Domain followed closely.

"Wait, the temple has an order. This time, only the sword god, others, etc. will stay at the foot of the mountain!" The temple envoy said on the mountain again.

Chishen was shocked, his body stopped and stopped. The golden armored soldiers behind him also stopped.

"You are waiting under the holy mountain for the time being, I am enough!" Just as Chishen hesitated, Feng Yun Wuji's calm voice came into his ears like a mosquito. Chishen was relieved, and led a group of golden generals to float in the air, looking up at the holy mountain that seemed to tower into the clouds. Wait quietly...

"Sword God, please come here!" The messenger looked only about thirty years old, but his actual age was probably dozens of times larger than Feng Yun Wuji. When he saw Feng Yun Wuji's upwards, his words were quite consistent, but he still showed a condescending attitude invisibly.

Feng Yun Wuji glanced at the messenger indifferently: "Lead the way."

The wide square in front of the temple is now scarce. The ancient warriors I saw here when I ascended, have disappeared.

In front of the magnificent and magnificent Baizhang Gate, the left and right servants were still separated on both sides. When they saw Feng Yun Wuji coming, they both smiled in a complicated way.

Feng Yun Wuji's feet were slightly stagnant, and he nodded slightly to the two servants on the left and right, saying, "I have seen two servants."

The right servant smiled bitterly: "Wuji, I really don't want to see you in this situation!..."

"Sword God. All the controllers are still waiting?" the messenger of the green robe said a little unhappy.

The messenger seemed to be still above the two servants on the left and right. As soon as the man started, the left servant closed his lips again, and the two servants bowed to the messenger: "Master Qing Envoy!..."

Feng Yun Wuji suddenly turned his head and stared at the Qing envoy coldly. Qing envoy was very unhappy. Just as he was about to scold him, he saw a ray of cold light passing by Feng Yun Wuji's eyes. He was shocked and his whole body was shocked. Then he remembered Feng Yun Wuji's strength, but he was not afraid of even the controller.

"I'm just saying hello to a few old friends. When will you interfere?" Feng Yun Wuji said coldly.

The blue face turned blue and white, and the neck was red.

“Where is the controller?”

Qing Zhi subconsciously pointed forward, Feng Yun Wuji snorted coldly, swung his sleeves, and stepped across the door in one step. Suddenly, the world in his eyes changed, and countless spaces folded through his eyes. In a moment, Feng Yun Wuji had already appeared in an empty hall.

The hall was a little dark, with many burning copper-handled torches on the walls on both sides. At the front of this extremely spacious and empty hall, there was a huge statue. Under the statue, a man had long hair draped over his shoulders, black as ink, long gowns and shoes, with his back facing Fengyun Wuji, and the torches on both sides were swaying, and the many shadows reflected by the man on the ground swayed constantly.

"Fengyun Wuji?" A loud and majestic voice came from the top.

"That's right." Feng Yun Wuji's face was expressionless, but he was a little surprised. The Temple actually sent only one person to see him, which was beyond his expectations.

"Where is the controller?" Feng Yun Wuji walked forward and asked at the same time.

"You don't have to see the controller. This matter can be big or small," the man still did not mean to turn around: "You use force to force the Holy Mountain out of parallel planes. This is a great violation of the will of the Temple and will hurt the status of the Temple. However, the Temple is not without tolerance. You are willing to regret it. As long as you explain the matter clearly, the Temple will naturally not be petty."

"Oh," Feng Yun Wuji stopped ten feet behind the man: "According to the Qing envoy, the controller is waiting for me here..."

"I am one of the controllers, you can call me Zuoluo." The man suddenly turned around and showed a cold and fair face. However, what attracted Feng Yun Wuji's attention was the narrow and thin slit in the middle of his forehead. At first glance, it gave people a strange feeling.

Feng Yun Wuji remained silent, his eyes opened and closed like lightning.

"You are spying on my soul? Why?" The controller revealed the mystery in one sentence.

Feng Yun Wuji glanced at the controller and said calmly: "You don't seem to be a pure martial artist either."

Zuoluo's face changed slightly. He stared at Fengyun Wuji tightly. After a long time, he spoke: "The Temple did not choose you wrong. You used this little bit of Zhusima to infer so much information... Very well, using the ability of a Dharma practitioner to spy on the soul and rumors that you have a close connection with a Dharma practitioner. It's true."

Feng Yun Wuji was slightly shocked, but he quickly returned to peace. The temple had many hidden channels and many hidden news. The temple could explore: "Whether the practice of law and martial arts, aren't it all the way to pursue power? The controller seems to be too concerned about the law and the division between martial arts. Even the temple allows the new ascension to choose spells. Does the controller have any other opinions?"

Feng Yun Wuji ignored him and concentrated slightly. The next moment, the majestic spiritual consciousness as a starry sea broke through his body and shot out at a speed that surpassed the feeling of thought. On the other side, Zuo Luo finally changed his color. However, he still said nothing, allowing Feng Yun Wuji to expand his spiritual consciousness to the entire temple.

As far as the spiritual sense reaches, dark pavilions and rooms are reflected in the minds. Each room has a master with extremely powerful aura. They seem to have sat here for a long time, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on their bodies. The spiritual sense stayed on them for a while, and then quickly broke through the air. As Fengyun Wuji's spiritual sense left, the strong man, at least distributed in the dark room of the Gege. The powerful man who had been sitting cross-legged for no reason, trembling all over his body, layered thick dust fell from his body, his eyes opened and closed, and his eyes were so bright...

The spiritual consciousness went downwards inexplicably, Feng Yun Wuji suddenly felt that he encountered an invisible layer of mountain. In the sea of ​​consciousness, after that mountain, there was a blank space without any soul fluctuations.

Suddenly, Feng Yun Wuji felt a powerful spiritual sense locked on himself with the aura of a long time, and the pressure around him increased greatly.

Crack!

Under his feet, the thin rectangular polished and smooth stone slabs made a crisp breaking sound, and the void was filled with a powerful force of non-kindness. Those majesties came from all directions. At this moment, Feng Yun Wuji felt the tens of thousands of caves. The strong men who had just woken up from endless retreat penetrated the rock formations and stared at his own eyes. Feng Yun Wuji felt a faint anger. In the temple, there were so many strong men who were immersed in the long retreat, which surprised Feng Yun Wuji.

The controller Qu Luo looked at Feng Yun Wuji quietly, but had no intention of taking action.

Even if Feng Yun Wuji wants to resist, it will not last long. His shoulders swayed slightly, and his white shirt rolled like waves from top to bottom. Then, around Feng Yun Wuji, a space of several feet in a circle twisted and collapsed, and a clearly visible space fold isolated Feng Yun Wuji from the spiritual consciousness coming from all directions.

A strong wind rolled out from the lower robe. Feng Yun Wuji's body slightly raised. In an instant, his body became as thin as paper foil, almost wavy and twisted, and his breath seemed to be invisible, faintly, as if it was integrated with the collapsed space, and the whole thing became part of the fault of the space.

Xu Luo's face changed drastically. In his perception, Feng Yun Wuji clearly reflected on his pupils, but Xu Luo's spiritual consciousness clearly could not search for Feng Yun Wuji's existence. Not only that, his spiritual consciousness could not feel any abnormality, and Xu Luo's heart was shocked.

"What kind of adventure did this guy have? His understanding of the rules has reached the point of being like a friend? No wonder Qi Yao came back and his face looked so ugly!!" The delay in Zuoluo's heart was delayed. Others didn't know it. With his eyesight, he knew that Feng Yun Wuji used his great ability to perfectly connect the two operating rules of the collapsed space and intercepted the space. It was only because the many rules were running unimpeded and were not different from before, so the spiritual consciousness could not feel Feng Yun Wuji's existence!

‘Huh’!

In his perception, a shocking sound was heard from the waves of consciousness filled the void. After the spiritual consciousness returned without any effort, the ancient strong man sitting quietly in the secret rooms opened and closed his eyes, his whole body shook, and his breath faded like a tide. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a rock, still moving - these strong men had no intention of exploring them.

Feeling the other person's intention to leave, Fengyun Wuji brushed his sleeves and hands

"What do you know? What do you want to know?" Zuo Luo said, "There are many taboos in the temple, so don't do it randomly - if you have any discoveries or doubts, please tell me. I will be able to sit in the master."

In these, an old voice that seemed to be about to die came into Feng Yun Wuji's ears, but the meaning in his words was undoubtedly expressed: "Don't tell him!"

Feng Yun Wuji's heart was shocked, and his spiritual consciousness broke through his body and swept across the entire temple again, but he did not gain anything.

"Don't make any surprise or suspicion." The voice sounded again, and in the dark, Feng Yun Wuji seemed to feel a pair of wise eyes looking at him.

"No matter how many doubts you have in your heart, leave them in your heart first. I will meet you later. Now, do as I say."

Feng Yun Wuji was silent. The other party was not conveyed by spiritual consciousness, and could not be conveyed in reverse.

"Are you thinking in your heart, who am I? Can you believe it? Or are I the demons you think?" The owner of the mysterious voice seemed to have seen through what Feng Yun Wuji thought, and calmed down with Feng Yun Wuji. At this moment, he was still thought of what someone knew in his heart, so he couldn't help but be shocked.

"Fengyun Wuji, how could he go back?" Xu Luo's eyes flashed over Fengyun Wuji's shoulders that were shaking slightly in an instant, and a hesitant look flashed in his pupils. Then he looked around and spoke quickly and asked, "Who are you talking to? Or, who is touching you again?"

A thick mist enveloped Feng Yun Wuji's heart. Such a strange situation was greatly expected. After thinking about the long time the temple existed, he realized for a moment: "There are probably many secrets that I don't know in the temple."

He suddenly looked up. He saw Zuo Luo wave his hand and an invisible air cover surrounded the two of them.

"Wuji, no one can spy on it now, tell me!" Qu Luo walked over step by step and said seriously.

"Don't tell him anything. The situation in the temple is too complicated. Even with your current skills, once you get mixed in, you will surely die!" The old voice came in again. The so-called restriction could not affect him at all: "Doesn't believe me? It doesn't matter yet. Just say to him, 'The temple has been invaded by the demons.' Just look at his reaction."

Feng Yun Wuji turned around and faced Zuoluo, and said calmly: "That's true, Wuji should tell the controller that the temple has been invaded by the demons."

Juluo's face changed drastically: "What?"

Feng Yun Wuji remained silent, just looking at him with a cold look.

The message sent by the Dharma practitioners who directly explored the soul's way was that Juluo was a pure human, but this was the case, which made Fengyun Wuji more and more confused - what was going on.

"You must not let anyone other than me know about this matter," Zuoluo looked a little uneasy, as if he was anxious to leave: "I have something else... The Temple has an order, the Sword God has calmed down..., Musashi Cave and historical cave underground in the Temple, you can enter and exit at will..."

Xu Luo seemed to have a set of words before this, but at this moment, he didn't know what Fengyun Wuji's words touched. He seemed to be eager to leave, and his language was a little incoherent. After saying this, he broke through the ban, swung his sleeves and turned into a phantom and disappeared into the hall.

squeak!

Below the huge statue, a cave opened in response to the sound, revealing a cave that was one person high. Fengyun Wuji thought for a moment and walked into it with great strides. A thick darkness came towards him, the wind roared in his ears, and the space changed. In the blink of an eye, it had changed places...

In front of me is a dark cave, with trapezoidal stone steps extending to the dark depths. When you come, at a narrow entrance, the bright light of the big bunch is vigorously entering. Above the two walls, the small characters on the ropes emit a breath of different strengths and weaknesses. These experiences of the predecessors extend from the feet to the endless depths.

"Make a decision to browse the wall and go slowly, and do not let people see the flaws," the old voice sounded in my ears again.

Feng Yun Wuji smiled indifferently, and the space around him collapsed again, and the rules around him were perfectly connected. Within the collapsed small area, Feng Yun Wuji stepped sideways, leaving another exact same self behind.

After making a special move, the incarnation has become exactly the same as itself, and Fengyun Wuji himself has disappeared from the sensing of a spiritual consciousness.

"I still underestimate you..." Old man's voice came again, and with a sigh, the space around him changed again. When everything was frozen, he changed his world again.

This is a cave that is unknown where the holy mountain is hidden. It is deep and narrow, and the sensing of the spiritual consciousness has lost its effect here. The moment I stepped on this place, Feng Yun Wuji saw the end at a glance, the extremely old man.

Feng Yun Wuji never thought that in ancient times, there would be people like Si Cang.

The pale long hair dragged to the old man's feet, slid down from the three layers of green mossy stone steps, scattered on a large area of ​​ground. When you look narrow, it looks like white moss blooming in the dark night. The old man's face was covered with deep wrinkles, and the layers of loose and stacked skin were covered with layers of dirt.

The hanging upper eyelids are loose, almost covering the old man's eyes, leaving only a narrow slit. Only when occasionally opening and closing, the flash of light flashes inside make people realize that there are still a pair of eyes there.

The old man was covered with loose, almost scattered white robes, and many places were corroded by too long. Under the fragments of the fallen robes, a sparse and rugged skeleton was exposed.

The eyes flew over the old man's knees under him. A pair of embroidered rope shackles passing through his ankles attracted Feng Yun Wuji's attention. Both ends of the rope shackles were immersed in the rock walls on both sides. Three feet above the old man's left head, on a protruding palm-sized stone platform, a simple and ever-lit lamp was burning quietly. The faint light could only reflect the space several feet around the old man. Under the bleak light, the old man's long white hair became even pale...
Chapter completed!