Chapter 637: Catastrophic Era
Duomu went down the mountain with a mythical weapon, full of confidence.
Lu Yuan was a little worried about the young man, afraid that something might happen to him.
But at this moment, all his abilities vanished into thin air. Apart from eating, he could only shit, and finally he had to give up.
Lu Yuan's mind was in a daze, but he was not lonely because he had a good brother, the immortal giant turtle, to keep him company.
Only occasionally would Lu Yuan's mind become clear again and he would think about things from a more macro perspective.
"Even if Duomu has mythical weapons, he won't have a very good solution..."
"The effect of blood sacrifice is so horrific that human nature cannot stand the test."
"This is a grand trend. Even a powerful sect like Mo Clan cannot change it in the slightest."
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Half a year passed again.
Just as Lu Yuan expected, Duomu returned to the room in a hurry and stumbled, and drank a glass of wine in distress.
His silk clothes were tattered and his body was covered with scars, and he looked like he had been through many tough battles.
With a light "pa" sound, he slammed the white jade wine glass on the table.
"Long time no see, you guys have grown up."
Actually, not.
The growth rate of the Immortal Giant Turtle was extremely slow, and Lu Yuan had not grown either.
Duomu couldn't help but tease the "wa ga ga" immortal giant turtle: "I didn't do much when I went down the mountain this time. I killed several villains who wanted to sacrifice the people with blood, but these small things are not important. The surrounding villages are still decreasing one by one."
"There is an extremely difficult and cunning opponent who seems to know our movements and has avoided the pursuit of our fellow disciples."
"It's not that I don't want to continue fighting, but...it's already a mess outside."
"Even the stars in the sky have changed."
The sun, which never sets, has changed its position and is now moving slightly westward.
The change in the angle of sunlight made the shadows of trees, people and houses longer and diagonal. The temperature also changed from the eternal spring to a bit chilly.
At this moment, a large group of villagers were gathering in front of the Kunlun Palace, making a buzzing sound like wasps.
The series of disappearance cases in the village have caused the villagers to collapse mentally, and they are gathering here to demand an explanation.
"As big as Momen is, they can't even find the murderer!"
"I'm afraid the Mo Sect is stealing and sacrificing blood on the village!"
In this era, even ordinary villagers have well-developed muscles and innate supernatural powers. There are many unruly people who say all kinds of nasty things.
"Alas, a little kindness will be followed by a grudge. Our masters took them in out of kindness... now everyone is in danger, and we owe them something." Duomu's face turned pale and blue, but he was no longer the naive child and he managed to control the anger in his heart.
"Ding-dang--" the sound of a big bell striking was heard.
Master Roshi walked out slowly. He looked unhappy after hearing these words: "Since everyone doesn't want to stay here anymore, I will land on Kunlun Mountain. If everyone wants to leave, just leave on your own."
"How can we survive if we leave here?" someone shouted.
"That's right! I'm afraid he'll starve to death in a few months."
Master Kame sighed and said, "We will find a beautiful place with clear water and mountains, far away from the battlefield and disputes, and give you a lot of property. We will not let you starve to death."
"Anyway, just live your own life!"
"Where is the He Immortal?" someone asked loudly.
"He's been ill for a long time." Master Kame whispered, "He has paid a lot to find a solution to the disaster..."
"Call him out...It's him, it must be him!!" the leading villager shouted.
Master Roshi, who has always been gentle in character, rarely showed murderous intent.
The color of the entire sky changed, and a tortoise-shell-shaped shadow appeared beside him! Sharp swords floated up and pointed at the villagers!
Everyone then recalled that this was a natural myth. Even apart from his outstanding forging skills, he was still one of the most powerful people in the world. Everyone was trembling with fear.
Duomu hurriedly walked over to comfort Master Kame and asked him to calm down his anger.
At this moment, the sound of "click, click" was heard, and Pangu Nao came over. After a long period of transformation, this guy looked like a big spider, with eight long legs carrying the huge head.
Its appearance became even more magical. There was a glass tank outside, and the complex brain was immersed in a strange liquid like mercury. A pair of dragonfly-like compound eyes emitted a cold light.
Pangu Nao made a voice without any emotion: "There is a mountain range six hundred miles to the south, called the Haogu Mountain Range. It is sparsely populated, but has abundant resources, mountains and water. You can settle there. As long as the population does not exceed 100,000, it will be difficult for outsiders to discover it."
"Five hundred miles to the north, there is a cave called Ximu Cave Heaven. There is a tree in it called Ximu Tree. There are 1,192 Ximu trees in the cave. That cave can accommodate more than 500,000 people."
"Two thousand miles further north, there is a small world. It was originally the ancestral land of the Mohican tribe, but the Mohican tribe disappeared a long time ago, and that small world has been without an owner."
This guy reported dozens of pieces of information in a row, which were very accurate and emotionless, and he wanted to drive people down the mountain.
But having lost the protection of the myth, the villagers became somewhat unwilling and began to beg humbly.
"Master, please protect us for a while."
"Get out!" Master Roshi cursed and returned to the hall.
"Alas... Master Gui has done his best..." Duomu drooped his eyelids, feeling mixed emotions.
The warmth and coldness of human nature is like drinking the water, only oneself knows how it feels.
There is no year in the mountains, and I don’t know the year when the cold ends.
The villagers were forcibly sent down the mountain, and the mountain became increasingly lonely.
Having seen so much human tragedy at the foot of the mountain, I gradually became numb to it.
This period of time was relatively free. Lu Yuan and the Immortal Giant Turtle had grown a little bit older, and there were no outsiders on the mountain, so the two of them were allowed to play on the mountain.
The Mo Sect has many rare and exotic animals, and each has its own territory.
The Immortal Giant Turtle only has a loud voice, but it is always defeated in fights and has never won a single battle. It can only be Lu Yuan's lackey, roaring at him from behind.
Although Lu Yuan was small in stature, he won every battle and found that his presence was extremely low! He should have been discovered by others long ago, but it seemed that no one paid attention to him... Even Duomu, the master, often forgot about him.
What's more, most of the visions require blood drawing and hair plucking to provide some material.
The reason why Mo Men raised so many animals was naturally for materials.
Even the tortoise shell shed by the immortal giant tortoise was taken away.
But Lu Yuan had never had his blood drawn or his hair plucked, which was really strange...
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I don't know how long it took for him to enjoy the carefree days of punching the little phoenix and kicking the little blue dragon, but something unexpected happened again.
The weather in Pangaea was getting worse and worse. The heavy rains that had been rare in the past century became commonplace. The sun was also tilting more and more, as if it might fall from the horizon at any time.
It was another rainy day. The sky seemed to have a hole in it and heavy rain poured down violently.
Duomu returned to his residence, with fear and sadness on his face: "A fellow apprentice disappeared yesterday. There were signs of fighting in his room, but not much, which means that this fellow apprentice only resisted for a moment and was killed."
"His soul and body have both dissipated. This is a symbol of blood sacrifice..."
"I encountered this kind of enemy, what should I do?"
Lu Yuan's heart trembled! After the villagers fled Kunlun Mountain, it was the disciple's turn to disappear. It was really frightening.
Mo Men has many means of investigation and also has powerful divination tools.
Now that even the murderer cannot be found, everyone must be in danger.
Although the disciples who stayed behind in Mo Men were few in number, each of them was an elite. Being a great spiritual master was the lowest standard here. They often had a trace of bloodline power and magical weapons in their hands.
Of course, the effect of the blood sacrifice of a person with great spiritual charm is naturally better. He can easily defeat ten thousand people alone.
"Wahaha!" The Immortal Giant Turtle shouted, as if it sensed its master's troubles and signaled that its master should cheer up.
"Haha, you are quite courageous."
"Which monster is so blind as to dare to come here to look for food!" Duomu cheered himself up, holding the Zhuxian Sword in his hand, and shouted to encourage himself, "My fellow apprentices and I have made an agreement that we must kill the monsters this month and avenge our deceased brother!"
"Wahahaha!" The immortal giant turtle shouted again, and Lu Yuan also barked along.
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The difficulty of identifying the murderer behind the scenes is much more difficult than imagined.
A few days later, Duomu returned home. It was obvious from his frustrated expression that he and his fellow disciples had not found out anything.
"Another fellow apprentice is missing..." Duomu was so sad that he could hardly speak. "He said he went to the toilet to relieve himself, and suddenly he let out a scream."
"When we rushed in, we only found a trace of blood."
"The blood was bright red, and the soul dissipated, as if it was eaten alive. The whole process took no more than a second."
"The eldest brother's face looked very unhappy. He seemed to have guessed something but didn't dare to say it. He was afraid that if he said it, we would all be in chaos..."
"Forget it, I shouldn't tell you this..."
Duomu sat on the doorstep, staring blankly at the sky, as if recalling the past days when he had just gone up the mountain and was just a little child.
The peaceful life of the past no longer exists, leaving only suspicion and fear between each other.
"I... I lost my parents when I was young, and my clan was wiped out by foreign enemies. It was my masters who adopted me. I can't leave Momen..."
He strengthened his will and went outside to bring in another wooden barrel.
"Now that things have come to this, let's eat first."
The Immortal Giant Turtle started eating first, and Lu Yuan followed suit.
This is a purple, sticky, unknown substance. At first glance, it smells like stinky feces, but when eaten, it turns into a strange fragrance! Lu Yuan became more and more addicted to it, and couldn't help but fight with the immortal giant turtle for it! Duomu watched the two pets fighting, and a smile appeared on his tired face. This was also a rare smile he had in so many days.
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In the following few days, no one was missing, as the weather was rare and good.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the extremely vicious man had left the floating mountain...
The brothers and sisters gathered together to discuss what to do in the future.
"If he dares to come again, I have prepared the magic talisman to suppress the demon, and I will definitely kill him without leaving a single piece of armor!"
"I have set up a formation nearby. If an outsider approaches, the bell will ring."
The eldest senior brother of Mo Men is a golden-haired tiger man, who is 10 meters tall and looks very majestic. He sits on a stone with a golden sword in his hand.
He is the son of the Xiantian myth, and has been here to learn forging techniques for more than three hundred years.
"Where are the masters?"
"They are still collectively studying the Great Tribulation of the Era, so we must not disturb them rashly."
"Research and research! Kunlun Mountain is about to fall apart, yet we are still researching!" someone complained indignantly.
"Junior brother, be careful with your words!"
As for the two junior brothers who had just died, it became an unsolved murder case and there was no way to investigate it.
A group of fellow disciples comforted each other for a while and then dispersed.
The mountains are full of rare animals and rare plants, and generations of craftsmen have worked hard to accumulate a lot of wealth. It is difficult for outsiders to imagine the wealth of Momen, but if people's hearts are scattered, what is the point of being rich?
As expected, the good times didn’t last long, and something devastating happened.
After a few months of peace, people disappeared again, four at once! The already few people became even worse.
The existing contradictions suddenly broke out!
Duomu lay on the bed by himself.
He seemed to have become a zombie, a little bit helpless.
"The eldest brother is very angry, but the masters are still studying the disaster in the hall and have not come out!"
"My fellow disciples are discussing leaving this place, but even though the world is so big, where can we escape to?"
As he drifted all the way to Kunlun Mountain, he experienced more and more tragic conditions of the human world in the lower world. He never expected that such an unsolvable disaster would occur on the mountain.
Sometimes he wondered what would happen if he died. The answer was nothing would happen. He would be dead and no one would miss him. He would just leave behind two pets that were not yet grown up, and he was worried.
"The eldest brother is trying to comfort his fellow disciples... He promised that he would catch the murderer behind the scenes."
"But some people still want to go down the mountain. They think the murderer is on the mountain and they will surely die if they stay here. There is still a glimmer of hope for survival if they go down the mountain."
"I...I can't possibly go down the mountain. I'm not afraid of death. I just want to know the truth, even if I die."
This was the first time Duomu forgot to feed his child.
It can be seen that his mentality is a little broken.
The immortal giant turtle had no food to eat and became mentally broken, crawling around restlessly.
Lu Yuan can photosynthesize on his own, so there is nothing wrong with him.
His brain started working again, and all kinds of thoughts came to his mind: "The situation on Kunlun Mountain is indeed getting weirder and weirder."
"Even if something this serious happened, the masters were unwilling to leave their research sites. Even if a few disciples died every now and then, they still didn't come out... This in itself is already a weird thing."
“Are they really killing people?”
He looked up at the sky and saw that there were more and more heavy rainstorms and strong winds.
"But I can't change anything... I'll just wait and see what happens."
Lu Yuan discovered that apart from eating, he really couldn't change anything - his growth rate seemed to be zero. Even though he was quite strong when he was born, he couldn't grow no matter how much he ate.
He had done some experiments when he was awake, such as stepping on ants, moving a stone, and bullying small animals. These things were all possible.
But if he wanted to do something big, such as sneaking into the hall to eavesdrop on the conversation or going to the top of the mountain where the billion-mile mirror was located, he would quickly fall into a state of confusion, and the clarity he had accumulated with great difficulty would disappear completely.
Now he can only take advantage of the Immortal Giant Turtle's luck, and do whatever the Immortal Giant Turtle does.
In this situation, Lu Yuan gradually came up with a guess: "That is to say... I am probably in a historical fantasy now."
"This illusion is so powerful that I can actually interact with the creatures inside!"
"But I can't change the historical events in the illusion. Once I have this thought, my mind will become blurry and I will be no different from an ordinary animal."
"Fortunately, I can benefit from the indestructible giant turtle. As long as it has experienced it personally, I can experience it with me."
Lu Yuan's mind started to work, racking his brains to think: "So, who am I? Why am I here? Why do I know this information?"
He really couldn't remember these questions.
"This era... is it the First Era? It really is a very ancient story."
He looked at Duomu lying decadently on the bed and could only sigh.
The days go by.
The disciples on the mountain began to flee in panic, and even the wise and brave eldest brother was unable to control them and could only let them do whatever they wanted.
This is the general trend of the world. It is easy to add icing on the cake, but difficult to provide timely assistance.
After leaving Kunlun Mountain, even though the world was difficult and wars continued everywhere, they were still considered disciples of Mo Men. They would be treated with courtesy by joining a big force, so it would not be difficult for them to survive.
"They're gone, they're all gone..." Duomu looked gloomy as he watched his fellow disciples go down the mountain.
"Everyone has their own aspirations. There's no need to force them. With their departure, the inheritance of the Mo Sect can be considered as a flower blossoming and leaves dispersing." The eldest brother patted his shoulder and lowered his voice, "Perhaps, it's not a bad thing."
"What?" Duomu didn't hear clearly.
"Haha, it's nothing. You just need to know that the eldest brother will definitely protect you!"
Kunlun Mountain became even more deserted. Duomu completely lost his fighting spirit. He stopped planting birds and beasts, and stopped raising flowers, plants and trees. He just let them fend for themselves.
The immortal giant turtle was croaking with hunger. Seeing its master in a state of dejection, it had no choice but to run out to look for food by itself. Finally, it found the delicious purple sticky substance in the excretion outlet of a big insect and began to devour it.
"Wahaha!" The immortal giant turtle called his good brothers to come and eat together.
Lu Yuan rushed over and saw a huge lump like a small hill. A satisfied smile appeared on his face. Suddenly, his reason surged and he remembered what this purple sticky substance was.
"In ancient times, there was civet coffee, and now there is purple stuff. I, the Greedy Demon God, have walked on thin ice all my life, and I have never lost my dignity. Now that my stomach is empty, should I eat it or not?"
Damn, why doesn't it smell good at all?!
(End of this chapter)
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