Especially after seeing those evil soldiers show up last night, should I go in or not?
Old man Jiang Hai gritted his teeth and found a knife in Mr. Fei's backpack. The old man tied up his clothes and walked towards the depths of the canyon.
The bushes were dense and impenetrable, but old man Jiang Hai used his knife skills to quickly clear a path.
If people didn't know that the old man was already a hundred years old, no one would think that he was an old man who was about to die and whose life was coming to an end.
The crowd cleared a passage and slowly passed through the interior of the canyon. As they moved forward, the slope became gentler and gradually they reached the highest point of the canyon. Looking over from here, they could see a towering mountain in the distance!
It was a very special mountain, pointing obliquely towards the sky like a sharp sword, and on this sword, there were countless holes. When seeing this mountain, old man Jiang Hai let out a loud roar.
"Found it... It's him! I saw him in the illusion! This is Wanku Mountain!"
The mountain seemed like a sword inserted into the ground, slanting towards the underworld, with its tail end in heaven.
There were thick white clouds and fog floating around, encircling the entire Wanku Mountain. From a distance, this did not seem to be a place full of evil and fear, nor did it look like a place where monsters were born.
On the contrary, it is more like a fairyland, with a magical power that makes people want to make a pilgrimage!
"This is the place! This is it..." As Mr. Jiang Hai spoke, his expression became more and more excited. He then opened his arms and shouted, "Oh God... Why, why can't I be born hundreds of years ago... Hundreds of years ago, this place would never be as desolate as it is now. There are even disciples of immortal sects practicing here, elixirs of immortality... immortality methods! I can find all of these... But now! But why is it now, this place has become a wasteland..."
The reluctance in his heart made Mr. Jiang Hai emotional. The world has changed dramatically, and things and people have changed. A man who had seen the glory of hundreds of years ago in ancient books, once again visited the old place...but what he got was only desolation and death. What a painful sadness.
"Grandpa Jiang Hai, you must hold on!" Nangong Manyun was quite helpless. She squatted down and helped Grandpa Jiang Hai up, with deep sympathy in her eyes.
Mr. Fei frowned and said, "We can see Wanku Mountain now, which means we are not too far away from the place where the sacrifice to the heaven is held! According to what Mr. Jiang Hai said before... that place is definitely not a good place to go! Everyone must be careful."
Everyone was in high spirits and took out all their weapons!
Brother Chongzi's men were armed with daggers and pistols, while Mr. Fei took out a whip.
He wrapped the whip around his waist, holding the end of the whip in one hand, and looked around cautiously.
Mr. Fei used to appear to be a gentle and refined man, like a fragile intellectual, but he is actually not as simple as he appears.
As the descendant of a tomb-robbing family, Mr. Fei only used one-tenth or one-twelfth of his methods on this trip, but even so, he was able to reach such a dangerous place unscathed.
Brother Chongzi is a guy who is half-full and shakes the bottle of water around, but his real ability is just based on his ruthlessness, and after all, he is still more than one level short.
Old man Jiang Hai was unarmed, but he protected Nangong Manyun!
Everyone went down the hillside and stepped into the thick meadow again!
Passing through the valley, there are dense bushes, swamps and meadows. Before walking forward, you must use a long stick to explore the way. Brother Chongzi's men suffered a loss. When entering the meadow, he seemed a little flustered. One foot stepped into a swamp, and before he could pull his foot back, half of his body had sunk.
Fortunately, everyone was cautious and noticed something was wrong and rescued the person. Otherwise, this guy would have stayed here and died here.
There was a swamp in front and thick bushes around, so the men had to take turns to chop out a path.
Old man Jiang Hai wielded his sword very quickly, like a sword immortal who had descended to the earth, floating forward in the wind with a graceful posture.
Grandpa Jiang Hai's progress in martial arts is improving rapidly, which Zhang Fan can easily see.
Mr. Jiang Hai's previous cultivation level was at the Baodan realm in the realm of traditional Chinese martial arts. In the eyes of many people, the most intuitive manifestation of reaching this realm is to be able to move a large object with little effort, and to have a powerful strength that can even play with the air in the palm of one's hand.
Few people can reach the realm that comes after this. Old Man Jiang Hai has already reached the late stage of the Baodan realm, and is only half a step away from the next level of the little-known national martial arts realm.
As the saying goes, if you master one method, you will master all methods. When Mr. Jiang Hai used this method, especially at this moment, his heart was gradually in a state of disillusionment. However, he was in line with the four words of no desire and no pursuit, and he made rapid progress. If he continued like this within a month, Mr. Jiang Hai would definitely break through, and then everything might have a new turn.
Brother Chongzi and others followed closely behind Grandpa Jiang Hai, and behind them were Zhang Fan, Mr. Fei and others. They crossed the col and three hilltops again. Finally, when everyone was on the fifth hilltop, they looked around and couldn't help but show some fear in their eyes.
This place was also destroyed by the water. The underground river destroyed the road leading to Huangling. Many ancient relics can be vaguely seen under the water. That was the illusion of the capital built by the emperor for himself.
After his death, he also wanted to control the life and death of countless people, so he captured people and killed them around this avenue. Some were to be buried with him, and the other part was to create a kingdom of the dead.
The flood destroyed most of the buildings and corpses, but some of them remained in the ruins. When a few people climbed to the fifth hill, they saw such a ruin.
It was in a valley above the sea level, with hundreds or even thousands of brick and tile rooms built around it, with stone walls and clay work.
It looks like a very lively town, and of course, everything looks ancient and quaint. In ancient times, a town of this size would definitely be considered a lively town.
But now, this place has completely turned into a mass grave and a place for offering sacrifices to the gods. Looking around, everywhere is covered with snow-white bone powder. Even if the wind blows, it cannot take it all away. This shocking scene is creepy, and at the same time, one feels fear and chill in the heart.
"It seems that we have arrived at the vicinity of this place for worshipping the gods. If the river had not washed away part of the main road, we should have seen the altar and a larger town. But now we have no chance to find it!"?
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