"Old Yang, how long will it take to get to the place you mentioned?" A young swordsman in blue clothes, carrying a long sword on his back, couldn't help but ask.
"Almost there. Just ahead."
Old Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead, identified the direction, and continued to move forward into the depths of the forest.
"You'd better not lie to me, otherwise I will let you know the consequences of lying to me!" The young swordsman snorted coldly and continued to move forward following the old man in front of him.
There is a statue of the devil falling from the sky in the Wild Crow Valley.
This is what Lao Yang had seen with his own eyes. He also went to the scene once, but unfortunately it was not a piece of jade that fell from the sky, which shattered Lao Yang's dream of getting rich. However, he did not waste this news, and went to the market to sell some, and found such a rich man.
The two men walked through the woods, and soon they saw light ahead.
The originally flat forest suddenly turned into a cliff when walking here, and a huge bowl-shaped pit appeared in front. A scorching breath came out from it, and all the plants on the surface disappeared. The yellow-brown land was covered with cracks. In the middle area, a black golem over five meters tall stood in the middle.
The golem has three heads and eight arms, and it is obvious at first glance that it is not an orthodox god.
“It’s true!”
There was a flash of fire in the young swordsman's eyes.
This old man was just an ordinary farmer who didn't understand the ins and outs of it, but he was different. As a martial artist, he knew better than anyone the value of the heavenly treasure. Today, the strongest man in Qingmu Mountain, Master Kuye, accidentally obtained a piece of heavenly stone, and comprehended a peerless magical skill from it, thus becoming a master of the supernatural realm and dominating the area.
It’s my destiny to rise!
After throwing a piece of silver to the old man, Zhao Han jumped lightly and flew towards the golem.
He was not afraid that the old man would go out and continue to shout. Such a big thing as the outer space wonder could not be hidden for long. There were people in those top sects who were specifically responsible for this matter. Zhao Han was just trying to buy some time to see if he could take away the magic skills before the disciples of those big sects arrived.
As he approached the stone statue, Zhao Han clearly felt a palpitation.
'It's just a stone statue.'
Zhao Han couldn't help but mutter, and stopped about three steps away from the golem.
The stone statue was very tall, nearly five meters. It was pitch black, and had a layer of strange patterns on its surface, which looked like words, but Zhao Han had never seen them before. The three heads looked ferocious, and the three pairs of eyes seemed to be alive. No matter where Zhao Han went, he felt like he was being stared at.
"Although I don't know which god you are, please teach me your skills and I will make your fame spread throughout the world."
Suppressing the fear in his heart, Zhao Han took a deep breath, walked to the side of the stone statue, and pressed his left hand on the stone statue's knee. A cool touch came from the palm of his hand, Zhao Han closed his eyes, and began to silently practice the "Spirit Inducing Technique".
This is not some advanced martial art. The first magical power that all practitioners learn is the Art of Inducing the Spirits.
All the skills and inheritances in this world are inseparable from "God".
Why not?
After a while, Zhao Han withdrew his right hand with reluctance on his face.
He had already used the Divine Induction Technique three times, but he did not obtain the 'Heavenly Divine Art', which made him extremely unwilling. Zhao Han raised his head again and looked at the statue of the demon god above. He felt that the dead soul was about to be scared out of his wits.
The demon's head, which was originally looking in three directions, turned around at some point.
Three heads and six eyes were staring at him.
Alive?
Zhao Han shuddered, a feeling of being looked down upon by a god surged into his heart. In fear, he knelt down in front of the stone statue and kowtowed.
"Mercy! Devil, please spare me!!"
After waiting for a long time, there was no response, and the expected death did not come. Zhao Han stopped and looked up quietly, and found that the stone statue had returned to its previous appearance, with three heads looking in three different directions. Everything he had seen before seemed to be just an illusion.
whoosh
Before Zhao Han could think about it, two more figures flew in from outside.
The two were both accomplished masters. As soon as they came in, they saw Zhao Han kneeling in front of the demon statue. The expressions of the two could not help but change. But after seeing Zhao Han's actions, they showed puzzled expressions on their faces again. This person came here first, and he didn't need to use the divine art to comprehend the skills. What was he doing kneeling here?
Although they thought so, their actions were not slow at all.
Passing by Zhao Han, the two men did the same as before, placing their hands on the demon statue on the left and right, practicing the spell to summon the spirit and closing their eyes to summon the spirit.
After a moment.
There were three people kneeling.
Then five, then ten.
By sunset, there were already more than a hundred people kneeling in the valley. The disappearance of so many practitioners naturally attracted the attention of the strong men of Qingmu Mountain.
"Master Kuye is here!"
Someone in the crowd shouted something, and then there was a commotion.
A powerful person in the realm of supernatural powers!
A figure came flying through the air, he was wearing a Taoist robe with long fluttering sleeves, he held a dustpan in his left hand and an orange-yellow demon-suppressing talisman in his right hand. He stood in mid-air and shouted at the demon statue in a domineering manner.
"Who are you, the evildoer, that dares to cause trouble in Qingmu Mountain? Hurry up!"
Bang!
Before he finished his words, True Man Kuye fell from the sky.
The demon-suppressing talisman in his hand lost its glow, and the dust broke into two pieces.
The person kneels in the front, closest to the demon statue.
The people behind were stunned.
What just happened?
They didn't see anything clearly. They only saw that Master Kuye, whom they had placed their hopes on, fell from the sky and knelt down faster than they did.
The sun rises and the moon sets.
Several days passed in a flash.
The group knelt there for several days. Until the morning of the fifth day, the demon statue suddenly withdrew its breath, and the masters who regained their ability to move scattered like birds and beasts, but they fled in the blink of an eye. Master Kuye ran the fastest and didn't even pick up the broken dust.
The legend of the Devil's Valley spread throughout the Aokiyama area.
Everyone knows that there is a valley in the old forest north of Qingmu Mountain. In the valley, there is a three-headed, eight-armed demon statue that fell from the sky. Even Master Kuye, who is in the realm of supernatural powers, has knelt down to worship him.
Chen Luo was thinking about what the holy mountain of the demon clan was.
Before coming here, Chen Luo had always thought that the Holy Mountain was a towering mountain, towering into the clouds. It was just a little bigger in size and a little higher in height. But now it seems that the Holy Mountain of the demon race does not refer to a simple mountain, but a concept.
The holy mountain is so big that it is beyond imagination. The most important thing is that there is no spiritual energy here, only demonic energy!
All the people living here practice "demonic magic".
In order to recover from his injuries, Chen Luo called upon the virtual statue of the demon god from the legendary world, and used it to "return the virtual into the real", transforming the evil spirit from the outside world into a force suitable for his own practice.
"I spent the whole day hunting geese, but I didn't expect to be pecked in the eye by a goose."
Sensing his own state, Chen Luo couldn't help but sigh. He had cracked the attack trajectory of the Nine-headed Lion Ghost and found a way to deal with him. In a normal fight, the Nine-headed Lion Ghost was definitely not his opponent.
But how can a normal person's thinking calculate the thoughts of a madman? Just like Master Lin Feng, those who had faced him before never thought that the old man would self-destruct if they disagreed with him. The same was true for the resentful spirit of the nine-headed lion. Chen Luo dug its grave, and he hated Chen Luo to the extreme. After discovering that he could not deal with Chen Luo head-on, he immediately thought of dying together.
There is also Shengsheng Bamboo.
I didn't realize it when I was playing chess before, but after the fight, I found that there was another bamboo inside the bamboo. The unbalanced Shengshengzhu was no different from the nine-headed lion ghost.
They are all crazy!
It is really difficult for him as a normal person to live here.
He withdrew his spiritual consciousness, closed his eyes again, and continued to recover his strength.
The demon clan is a Dao Zong-level force.
Even in the world of immortal cultivation, it is a powerful force at the top. It is completely different from the parallel Dao Sect like the Star Gate that invested all its resources in the hammer. Thinking of the hammer, Chen Luo looked at the broken hammer in the cave gourd that was motionless.
This thing has never shown any magical properties since he picked it up.
Apart from being a little harder, there were no special marks. When Chen Luo smashed the Shengsheng Bamboo in the Legend Realm, he poured all his spiritual power into it, but the power that burst out was the same as that of the spiritual weapon chessboard, which wasted the title of "pseudo-immortal weapon".
"How did the old turtle get by?"
Chen Luo thought of the flower-backed turtle again.
This guy was only at the Spiritual Transformation Realm, and Yuwen Ling and Ding Jian who were with him were also Spiritual Transformation cultivators. With all the dangers he had experienced along the way, he didn't think these three people could come out intact. There must be some safe passage that he had overlooked.
Time passes.
In a blink of an eye, another half month has passed.
The reputation of the Devil Valley became more and more serious. Gradually, no one came to this place anymore, and Chen Luo was left alone. His injuries were also recovering slowly during his recuperation.
night.
It was raining heavily, and thunder flashed through the clouds from time to time, illuminating the earth. The muddy water flowed along the gullies in the mountains, and gradually gathered into the pit of the Demon Valley.
I want to survive!
A hand suddenly appeared on the edge of the cliff, with five fingers deeply sunken into the mud, and veins popping out on the back of the hand, showing how much strength the climber had put in. A face covered in mud and water climbed out from below, the young man's face was pale, and hatred flashed in his eyes.
His legs were broken at the knees, and the rain washed his wounds. Blood and mud mixed together and flowed towards the demon statue below.
The young man was still crawling forward.
He remembered that there was a demon statue in front of him, a demon statue that even Kuye Zhenren feared. If he wanted revenge, he had no choice but to surrender to the demon statue.
thunderbolt!
Lightning flashed again, and the scene in front of the young man's eyes began to double, his vision became blurred, and his eyelids felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds.
The massive loss of blood made him extremely weak. He tried hard to open his eyes and see the direction clearly, but the blood flowing through his body made his consciousness more and more blurred, and his movements became slower and slower.
The hands dug into the soil lost movement and the man stopped struggling.
He died. (End of this chapter)
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