Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

The unlucky person who picked Wu Xingxue was the first "immortal envoy" Zhao Qinglai they found.

Zhao Qinglai's fingernails in his sleeves are long and sharp like a knife's blade, and he can easily draw a ravine when he falls on the stone wall.

He chose Wu Xingxue because the other party looked dignified, thin, and defenseless. At first glance, he was the kind of son who would only appreciate the wind and the moon. The son-in-law didn't even wrap a thick towel to keep out the wind, he just wrapped his arms around the hand warmer, leaving his neck open.

As long as he gently stroked that neck, blood spurted out...

With no effort, it's all set!

Zhao Qinglai licked his teeth, aimed at the side of the neck, and split his hand just once—

Clang!

When the voice sounded, Zhao Qinglai didn't react.

People who have died always react more slowly. When he realized that it was the sound of a long sword being unsheathed—

The hand he had drawn towards Wu Xingxue's neck was gone.

Under the arrogant sword intent, thousands of sharp edges like the unavoidable cold wind in the middle of winter swept across Zhao Qinglai's body.

His tight, thick jacket was torn apart, and the strength to support his body was suddenly lost.

Zhao Qinglai's eyes suddenly burst, and he raised his eyes suddenly.

Wu Xingxue had disappeared, and there was another person standing in front of him at this time. I saw that man was very tall, and the long sword hit the ground neither light nor heavy, looked down at him with his sword hilt, and said coldly, "Come on."

...

Can't come.

Zhao Qinglai collapsed to the ground in an instant, and the roar changed from hoarse to sharp, like a whistle, resounding throughout the tomb, with a strong sense of unwillingness.

Not only Zhao Qinglai.

Those who rushed towards the three Immortal Sect disciples were also slashed by the flying sword intent.

The Immortal Sect disciple stabbed his sword straight out, but it stabbed in the air. Watching the man whose ferocity surged just a moment ago suddenly collapsed and fell into the pile of rags.

When they were "called" to the Valley of Compassion, they had already been cut to pieces, with deep grievances and suffocation, and they were supposed to be ferocious creatures that everyone feared.

But when they rolled on the ground, their bodies were blue and white, and they were covered with scars. His head turned several times, his eyes were red, and he tried his best to stare...

Everyone couldn't bear to see it again.

After all, they were all living people.

The young disciples of the Immortal Sect were still young, and they were the most obvious. They took a few steps back with pale faces. Finally, at a loss, he looked at Xiao Fuxuan who shot.

Doctor Wusheng is the elder of the four halls of the Hua family. He has seen many similar scenes, but he has not retreated. But the nature of his doctor is still unbearable. He also subconsciously looked at Xiao Fuxuan.

There are not many rumors about this immortal in the world, because the people who deal with him are the most evil and evil people. He doesn't ask about good or bad, no matter good or bad, he doesn't hear anyone's prayers, and he never shelters anything.

There are few portraits of him, and there are not many statues of gods. Most of them are standing in places like Jiamingzhiye that ordinary people dare not go to.

Others, such as the immortals of Lingtai, have portraits and statues with smiles, and the spring breeze blows the world.

Only him, no matter which god statue, no matter how it looks like, his expression is always cold, without a trace of smile.

It is no wonder that the people do not like to provide for him at home. Because at first glance, the gathering, separation and reunion of ordinary people, the joys and sorrows of life and death, did not make any waves in his eyes.

Just like at this moment, he lowered his eyes, his eyes fell from the long slits, swept over the stumps and heads on the ground, and swept over those eyes that were unwilling to rest, but there was still no emotion on his face.

After he scanned it, he only raised his thin eyelids.

Zhao Qinglai and their screams became extremely shrill, echoing in the tomb, leaving a slightly sad ending.

Xiao Fuxuan turned a deaf ear to the final sound, he gathered his sword intent and put it back into the sheath.

At that moment, almost everyone in the tomb felt uncomfortable.

Not because of likes and dislikes, but because of the sharp edge and the kind of uncomfortable feeling.

Just like a sword that has slaughtered many things, even if it is washed with blood, wrapped in a jade shell, and lined with the cool and lonely moonlight, it is still a murderous soldier that no one dares to touch.

Only Wu Xingxue felt different.

Because his fingers were against Xiao Fuxuan's back, when Zhao Qinglai collapsed to the ground and their limbs and heads rolled around, he clearly felt Xiao Fuxuan turn slightly.

It was a very small movement, so small that even Wu Xingxue couldn't react immediately.

It was not until his vision of looking at the stump was cut off, and he could no longer see those restless eyes, that he realized that Xiao Fuxuan was blocking him, preventing him from seeing those on the ground.

This is really strange.

A devil who kills without blinking, someone would actually block his eyes.

After being blocked, Wu Xingxue slowly realized that he really didn't want to see those things.

Maybe it was Quedu's big dream that changed his temperament. When he saw those stumps and heads, he felt uncomfortable, just like he couldn't bear the blood on his hands after killing the genitals.

Wu Xingxue was silent for a moment, then moved against Xiao Fuxuan's finger.

"Xiao Fuxuan."

"Yeah." Xiao Fuxuan replied in a low voice.

Wu Xingxue leaned forward and was about to speak, but saw that Xiao Fuxuan did not wait for the next sentence and turned his head.

At that moment, he was a little closer, and his breath almost fell in front of his nose.

Wu Xingxue pursed her lips and stood up after a while.

Xiao Fuxuan said in a low voice, "What do you ask me to do?"

Wu Xingxue: "It's nothing, I forgot."

Xiao Fuxuan raised his eyes, and a sharp pleat appeared at the end of his thin eyes.

Wu Xingxue looked at him and said softly, "Then... Thank you Shangxian?"

"..."

When Ning Huaishan and Fang Chu heard such a thank you, they felt like they were going to die.

***

The stumps that collapsed on the ground did not quiet down, they kept struggling, scratching with sharp fingers, making creaking noises, as if they wanted to piece together again to stand up.

The Xianmen disciple heard the cold hair standing on end, rubbed his neck, and rummaged through his body.

"Where's my Qiankun bag? Senior brother, did you bring it? Why don't you take these, these..."

Gao E and Zhao Qinglai's eyes were still rolling, looking at the crowd, their mouths opened and closed as if they had something to say. In front of these sights, the little disciples really couldn't say the word "evil thing".

"These people are all put into the bag? Can't just leave it like this, or put on a talisman?"

"How can this be posted? I didn't bring so many talismans!"

The woodcutter still had the whole thing in sight before, so it's just a matter of putting up a talisman to prevent him from suddenly acting up. Right now this is a mess, there are limbs everywhere, even if you want to stick a talisman, you don't know which one to stick.

The little disciple finally pulled out the Qiankun bag, squatted down and was about to start, but was grabbed by one of the severed hands.

"what!!!"

As soon as he jumped up, he drew his sword and was about to take the severed hand down. But I heard a hoarse voice: "Please, please, little master..."

The little disciple wanted to cry but had no tears, and almost begged her: "What are you begging for, please let go of your hands first."

The sharp nails pierced into his flesh and clenched them very tightly: "Please, little master, I can't be here, I can't be here, I really have two daughters, I really have..."

The hoarse voice began to whimper.

Hearing this, everyone recognized that it was Gao E talking.

"I can't be here, I have to find someone to replace me, I want to go home..."

"I want to go home, I want to go home."

She turned her head in a state of confusion, and the other hand on the ground crawled very fast, grabbing the ankle of a person nearby.

It wasn't any Xianmen disciple who was caught by her, but Ning Huaishan.

"Hey you—" Yi Wusheng subconsciously wanted to stop it.

Ning Huaishan's face has been pulled down, and there is a flash of fierceness in his expression.

After all, he was the voice of Zhaoye City, and he had been crawling and rolling in the sea of ​​​​corpses, and he did not have the humanity of the little disciples of Xianmen.

I saw him squatting down with his elbows on his knees, licking his fangs, and laughing more than a murderer: "You are really begging the wrong person, aunty, don't look at me thin and think I'm easy to handle. Now, I have a bad temper, if you dare to tear my ankle a little bit, I-"

"Please, please, little brother, my two little girls are still waiting for me, they are very small."

"My man is gone. If I'm not here, they can't live."

"In this world, they can't survive, they are really too young, please..."

Gao E grabbed his ankle and said.

Doctor Wusheng stepped over and wanted to insert his hand, but saw that Gao E's pointed nails had pierced Ning Huaishan's ankle, and blood was flowing down his protruding bones.

His fingers were curled up, and the blue veins were clearly visible through the pale skin.

He clearly regained his energy, but he did not crush the broken hand.

For some reason, he stopped halfway and was listening to Gao E.

"I only have these two children, they are my life, please."

"What's the use of begging me, ma'am?" Ning Huaishan said suddenly, still in a provocative tone, "You are already dead, and you can't go home anymore. Those two girls of yours are also destined to not survive. You I've seen it like this, I've seen it a lot more—"

He said softly, "Is it useful for someone my mother asked for in the same way? No."

Doctor Wusheng was stunned when he heard this.

Ning Huaishan squatted, no one could see his expression, only his claws-like fingers and the top of his hair.

Yi Wusheng suddenly remembered that when he saw this little devil decades ago, he was thirteen or fourteen years old, as thin as firewood, and he seemed to have died with a single move. meaning.

At that time, he thought to himself: Which child is this, and he has gone astray.

Looking at it again after decades, this little devil is not so thin, but still thin. When squatting, there was only one ball, obviously full of killing intent, but it didn't land.

Perhaps Gao E reminded him of the beginning of the wrong way.

"It's useful, it's useful, there's a way..." Gao E cried relentlessly.

"Oh, what's the way? There's a way for you to break it down like this? Look at those gods you worship all day long. Now that you're crying like this, which goddess will take care of you?" Ning Huaishan said, "Now you're picking on me again. , then I'll teach you a truth, either find a way to live or die, don't beg, don't cry, admit-"

Before the word "life" was spoken, he was kicked from behind.

It's not heavy, it's just not heavy that annoys him!

Ning Huaishan turned back murderously and saw the face of his family's city lord.

Ning Huaishan: "..."

What's the matter!

"Too much talk, long-winded. I haven't seen you move for a long time, get up." Wu Xingxue pulled him with his foot.

Ning Huaishan: "..."

"I can't get up, she's leaning on my feet." Ning Huaishan's words were a bit wronged, and she stepped aside.

Now, his feet are still propped up for the lord of his family to see.

Wu Xingxue looked at the sharp severed hand: "You just said it was useful, it shouldn't be in vain, let me listen, what's the way?"

Gao E immediately shouted: "Find someone to replace me! Just do it for me!"

She was almost overjoyed, her voice broke: "As long as there is someone for me, I can go back."

Wu Xingxue asked, "Oh, so sure? Did someone tell you this method?"

The few Immortal Sect disciples were stunned and said yes. Not everyone knows the life talisman. Ordinary people are trapped in this array and become evil creatures. Most of them are following their nature - they are hungry, so they find something to eat.

Even if you subconsciously want to find a ghost, you should be wandering in the valley, waiting for some unlucky people to come.

But these few are a little special. They know how to disguise, know how to find people out of the valley, and even know that the fragrance of tribute can hide the corpse aura, so that people can't notice that they have changed.

This really doesn't seem to come from the ignorant instinct of the murderous creature, but it seems that someone has mentioned it.

Gao E: "Yes! Yes, some..."

Her reaction is not as fast as a living person, and she always repeats these words.

Everyone immediately asked, "Who?"

Gao E said softly, "God, the god told me."

immortal?

Wu Xingxue remembered that Xiao Fuxuan said that Xianyou had many immortals who did not end well. Like Yun Hai, those immortal statues were later erected here, like a huge immortal tomb.

So Gao E's answer is not surprising.

But others didn't hear Xiao Fuxuan's words, and they were still puzzled: "How did the immortal tell you, and how did you know that he was an immortal? Did you see it?"

"No, it's not." Gao E said, "It's a dream, the fairy gave me a dream."

When the stumps on the ground heard this, they became commotion one after another. Zhao Qinglai echoed them and said, "Yes, we are too, it's a dream."

They talked a lot, and everyone knew about—

These people were summoned to the Valley of Compassion, as if they were sleepwalking.

When all this happened, they didn't know it, and thought they were having a bizarre dream.

In the dream, they were in a fairy temple, sitting cross-legged on the altars on both sides of the fairy temple, holding incense burners in their hands, just like the real fairy envoys.

They followed the other immortals to recite the scriptures, and suddenly saw a tall shadow walk in across the threshold, and said to them: A few mortal ties are not broken, the obstacles are unclear, and they will not be immortals for the time being. Also have to trouble them to hire someone else.

When their replacement comes, they can go home.

When they woke up, they found themselves enclosed in a statue of a virgin.

The panic at that moment is unforgettable.

"What does the immortal look like?" Doctor Wusheng asked.

This time, Gao E and the others were speechless, as if they had been silenced and banned.

The more the ban was placed, the more curious everyone became.

But he couldn't find a reason, so he had to give up and asked instead, "Then did he ever say, what kind of replacement did he ask you to find?"

Because of common sense, these few people want to find someone to replace them, and it is very simple to find a few orphans, widows, old and young in the outskirts. He also echoed what the immortal said, "The fate of the dust is broken", why bother to take the risk to go to Xianmen?

"I said, he said that everything in the temple is ready, but there is a lack of immortal energy in the south, east, and northwest."

They expected that the immortal energy should refer to the people in the immortal sect. But these ordinary people naturally dare not find a big disciple or some powerful person. After thinking about it, the easiest thing is the kind of young disciple who has just started.

Speaking of which, they were lucky. Most of the people who had an accident before came to Xianmen for help, and they were not abrupt.

Second, Canglang Northern Territory has collapsed, and most of the powerful people in the nearby Immortal Sect have not returned, or have just returned, so they can't care. Only then did they get three little disciples.

The Immortal Sect disciple wondered: "Isn't that one less?"

Gao E hesitated and said, "How many are you able to deceive? If you can't... just look for opportunities later."

"..."

The more the younger disciples thought about it, the more afraid they became, and their faces turned green.

Doctor Wusheng's expression was also a bit complicated. He glanced at Wu Xingxue, then looked at Zhao Qinglai, and said, "Then why did you choose him... Why did you choose Cheng Gongzi?"

Everyone said that they were looking for someone with immortal energy. Apart from the three little disciples, there were at least two who could be picked. One is Xiao Fuxuan, and the other is Yi Wusheng himself.

Even if Xiao Fuxuan is not easy to approach at first glance, isn't it still him, he has a little remnant soul left at the moment, and if he really fights, maybe he can't compare to the three little disciples.

That Zhao Qinglai also had a unique vision, but he skipped over him and picked the most devilish one.

Originally, Yi Wusheng just sighed casually, but Zhao Qinglai grumbled and replied, "Among the people with immortal energy, he seems to be the best to deal with."

Doctor Wusheng: "..."

In what people? ? ?

At that moment, Yi Wusheng felt that he was either deaf or Zhao Qing was blind.

***

When Gao E and the others said this, everyone gradually became clear.

No wonder there have been enough 33 "boy" and "virgin" statues, but this tomb looks quiet and doesn't look like a formation. It turned out that it was because of the wrong people, and there were still four immortals in the south, east, and northwest.

"In that case, the life talisman

Is it really useful? Can the statue be resurrected? The little disciple of Xianmen looked at Yi Wusheng, "Otherwise, what is the immortal doing seriously? "

"This..." Even Doctor Wusheng couldn't answer this time.

"It's useless." Xiao Fuxuan's voice suddenly sounded.

Wu Xingxue turned to look at him, and saw the life talisman posted on the statue of the virgin child between his fingers, and said, "This talisman is rare among the people, but it is everywhere in the immortal capital."

The implication is obvious, which immortal from Xiandu will use this thing to resurrect himself?

"Could it be that some folks didn't understand and did it like this?" The younger disciples speculated.

Xiao Fuxuan moved his lips, but before he made a sound, the younger disciples shook their heads again and again, denying themselves: "No, no, no, no, no ignorant folks would come to a place like the Great Compassion Valley to make a mess, crazy. What?"

"Then why is this life talisman sticking to it?"

"Yeah, this talisman was removed with a gentle lift, and the statues of virgins were also broken several times..."

They mumbled.

Speaking of broken, Wu Xingxue saw Xiao Fuxuan frown slightly, and then used the tip of his sword to brush the broken pottery on the ground a few times.

Wu Xingxue followed and looked over, and saw that the virgin statue pretending to be Gao E was full of scratches and bloodstains.

He stared at the bloodstain for a while, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

After Gao E and the others were murdered, those fingernails were as sharp as knives, almost cutting iron like mud, and falling on the stone walls were all ravines, but could they not shatter this pottery statue of a boy and a virgin? Only caught a mess inside?

Moreover, these people's accidents are also recent events, but this statue of a virgin and a virgin seems to be a few years old, maybe the same time as the statue in the tomb.

So what were these virgin statues placed in the tombs for before these people were put on the talisman?

Xiao Fuxuan suddenly picked up the tip of his sword, and the fragments fell into his hands.

Wu Xingxue took a look and saw that on the debris, under the criss-crossing scratches and blood marks, there seemed to be a small mark, but because it was completely destroyed, it could not be seen at all.

"This is?" Wu Xingxue asked.

"I can't see clearly." Xiao Fuxuan paused and said, "Mostly it's for printing."

"For printing?" Wu Xingxue, who had never heard of it, asked again, "What's the use?"

Xiao Fuxuan: "Collect incense for offering."

Wu Xingxue smiled: "Shangxian, do you understand that I understand?"

Xiao Fuxuan: "..."

He may seldom explain these details to people in detail, Wu Xingxue looked at him with a smile, and said again after a moment of silence: "In the past, all immortals in the immortal capital, in order to receive incense offerings from various fairy temples in the world, will leave them on the statues. One for printing."

Wu Xingxue remembered what he said before about Yun Hao, and in the end it was because there was no incense that he was abolished from the immortal position and returned to the human world.

"So, to all the gods, incense offerings are like food to the common people. Can't live without it?" Wu Xingxue said.

Xiao Fuxuan corrected: "Almost everything."

Wu Xingxue: "Are there any exceptions?"

Xiao Fuxuan: "Yes."

Wu Xingxue: "For example?"

Xiao Fuxuan: "...I."

Wu Xingxue made a soft "ah" sound, but he understood. He was summoned to become an immortal, and he did not belong to the twelve immortals of Lingtai. In addition, he is in charge of punishment and pardon, and has nothing to do with ordinary people. Exceptions are normal.

He didn't ask much, but said, "Then what is the purpose of leaving the offering seal on the statue of the boy and virgin? The tomb is submerged in the ground, and no one comes to worship. Whose incense will be collected?"

Wu Xingxue said, and suddenly remembered the ever-bright lantern that was quietly burning on the stone wall, and suddenly felt that the person who opened this tomb and put down the statue of the virgin and the virgin was not really for the purpose of collecting incense, just like the ever-bright lantern, it was just a A silent companion.

Gao E and the others still had bundles of undamaged tribute incense in their tattered clothes. Wu Xingxue bent down and took out three of them. He took an oil lamp on the stone wall and lit it. He twisted the incense stick and burned it beside the broken pottery. for a while.

I saw that the thin curling smoke suddenly dissipated in a certain direction.

"What's wrong with this smoke?" The disciple of Xianmen looked over, stretched out his hand and beckoned, "There is no wind in the cave now."

"Could it be pointing?"

Everyone looked at each other and immediately followed Qing Yan.

They passed through countless holes along the way, and found nearly 20 statues of virgins and virgins, each of which was opened, and there were corpses of tragic deaths. They all scratched and struggled inside, so the bloodstains inside the pottery statue were intertwined and messed up.

Xiao Fuxuan picked up a fragment each, and under the bloodstains of the fragments, was a torn offering seal.

***

After I don't know how long it took, Yi Wusheng muttered, "I'm afraid we have already reached the end of the Valley of Compassion...?"

Before they finished speaking, they followed Qing Yan to a fork in the road and entered a huge round room. Suddenly, Yi Wusheng was speechless——

Because the round room was filled with tall statues of gods.

The discussions of the few Immortal Sect disciples stopped abruptly, and they gasped.

They have entered ordinary fairy temples, and the statues inside are not so tall. There are also statues of gods at the entrances of some towns and the entrances of Jindu, but they are extremely high, but there are not so many.

Most of them are carved on wooden pillars and stone pillars. This is the first time they have seen a scene where there are many giant statues.

The lingering sense of oppression made them silent, and they didn't even dare to look at it.

But they couldn't help but watch.

"These statues are the same as the one outside the tomb...

Don't know any of them. The Xianmen disciple looked shocked, "I have never seen so many strange gods gathered together. "

"Senior, what about you? Do you know me?"

Yi Wusheng shook his head. He raised his face and swept his eyes one by one. After a long time, he said, "I don't know each other."

As soon as Ning Huaishan and Fang Chu entered this place, they felt that they could spit him out for three lives and three lives.

Their faces were pale, their throats rolled subconsciously, but they heard their city lord softly ask: "You also want to vomit here?"

Ning Huaishan pressed her lips together, swallowing the feeling of turning the river into the sea, and said after a while, "Shouldn't we vomit?"

Fang Chu put on Ning Huai's shirt's shoulders and bent down. After holding it for a long time, my eyes turned green, and I turned to ask Wu Xingxue: "City Lord... I wanted to ask before, why don't you react to the idol at all?"

He wanted to vomit again, fearing that he would be disrespectful to the city lord, so he quickly buried his head on Ning Huaishan's shoulder.

Ning Huaishan warned: "If you dare to vomit on me, I will never stop with you, I am serious."

Wu Xingxue's face was calm: "I don't know why I didn't respond."

Ning Huaishan looked at him with a green face, and said "oh" for a long time, saying that she was right, the city owner doesn't remember anything, and she probably forgot why she knew why, vomit—

Hold.

The two of them couldn't do it, they waved their hands and rolled back.

Leaving Wu Xingxue puzzled.

He asked Xiao Fuxuan in confusion: "You said earlier that there is not only Yun Hao here, but a goddess who will not end well, presumably these gods are all?"

Xiao Fuxuan was looking at the statues.

There was no surprise on his face, but he swept over everything without landing. It was as if... he knew who would be here, but he was still looking for something.

After reading everything, he narrowed his eyes and replied calmly, "Well, all of them."

That's weird.

Wu Xingxue murmured in his heart - if they were all beaten back to the human world like Yun Hao, then the people carved by these statues would not be considered immortals.

Since it is not a fairy, it has been forgotten by the world. Then these stone statues should not have any influence on the two little devils Ning Huaishan and Fang Chu.

After all, when they saw the statue of Yun He before, they didn't react much.

He was about to speak when he heard a young disciple exclaim: "There are characters on this altar."

Wu Xingxue looked down and saw that the altars at the feet of the statues were indeed engraved.

"Sang Feng, the palm of your hand can't move the mountain."

"Or song, palm Xuechi."

"Meng Gu, Zhang Jingguan."

...

Wu Xingxue passed through the statues and swept the words on the altar. It has the names of each immortal and the place where they once ruled.

For a moment, he stopped abruptly in the group portrait, and felt that these immortals who did not end well did not seem to be so unfamiliar.

It's as if... he once saw these faces chatting and laughing, and then he never saw them again.

"There is a seal on the back!" Someone shouted.

Wu Xingxue was stunned, and glanced over. There are marks on the backs of the two statues near him, and the positions are symmetrical to the names and palms in front of him. Wu Xingxue bent down and swept it with the oil lamp, and found that the mark corresponded to that in the statue of the boy and the virgin.

"It's really worshipping these gods." Wu Xingxue whispered to himself, he raised his head and counted again, and found that there were no more or less, and there happened to be thirty-three, which was exactly the same as the number of the virgin statues.

It's like the people who built this immortal tomb at the beginning hope that even if they are no longer immortals, they will still have someone to accompany them and will not be silent and lonely.

But when you think about it this way, the people who were summoned couldn't make sense.

Why did they stuff themselves into the statues of boys and virgins, and why did they smash the seals inside? It's as if... those offerings didn't have a calming effect, but instead made something irritable and annoying.

There are not many oil lamps in this round room, and the deeper you go, the darker it becomes.

Wu Xingxue vaguely saw that there seemed to be something at the end of the statues. The outline was hidden in the shadows, so blurry that only one cornice could be seen.

pavilion?

Yaotai?

He subconsciously thought of what Xiandu might have, the former residence of those immortals. After all, the same is true of folk cemeteries, and some things like houses will be built in the tomb.

Wu Xingxue held the oil lamp and walked towards it, wanting to take a look.

As a result, as soon as he lifted his foot, he was grabbed by the wrist and pulled back.

"Don't go forward."

Xiao Fuxuan pressed his shoulder, and a low voice sounded in his ear.

"how?"

"There is an array."

"Array?"

"Well." Xiao Fuxuan said, "I just saw that these thirty-three statues are not standing randomly, but are arranged in a formation."

When his voice fell, screams and exclamations rang out in the round room: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"

The voice was hoarse and shrill, there were men and women, it was Gao E's voice.

Wu Xingxue took a closer look and saw that the stumps and the broken arms seemed to be attracted by something, and quickly crawled towards the darkness in front of them, and then struggled and screamed. The bloody smell dissipated for a while.

Wu Xingxue could almost see blood droplets splashing straight over.

His wrist was grabbed, and he could only squinted and tilted his head. However, he felt light on his shoulders, and Xiao Fuxuan's slender hand was placed in front of the tip of his nose by a millimeter, blocking the splattered blood.

Xiao Fuxuan withdrew his hand, coldly shook off the blood beads, and threw a lamp towards the darkness.

oil lamp.

In an instant, an open fire burned in the dark "boom", the fire was white and blue, and it could reach the top.

Gao E and the others were scalded by the fire, and shouted to wake up. Susu retreated, and stopped digging into the darkness.

Ignoring Sven, Doctor Wusheng loudly overcame their screams and asked, "What are you running to there!"

"sound."

"I heard the voice of the fairy again."

Gao E said.

That "immortal" who entrusted them with a dream, saying that the east, south, and northwest still lack a bit of immortal energy?

Wu Xingxue squinted his eyes and looked through the bright blue flame. When the fire light slowly fell, he finally saw what was in the darkness——

It was a pavilion carved out of cold stone.

The fairy temple, which is very used for worship, is more like someone's residence. It has a couch, a screen, a stone railing, and a flying corridor. It is like a certain Yao palace in Xiandu, but the Yao palace is closely connected to a high platform. Full of prophecies.

The prophecy could not be read clearly, but there was a plaque on the Yao Palace, and there should be characters on the plaque, but it was chiseled for some reason. There was only a corner of the plaque left, and the rest fell to the ground, and the word "wind" could be vaguely seen.

...Sit in the spring breeze?

"Sit in the spring breeze."

When those three words flashed in Wu Xingxue's mind, Xiao Fuxuan also spoke so deeply that he couldn't tell who was first.

"Where is this?" Wu Xingxue quietly looked at the high platform, and then looked at the cornice.

Xiao Fuxuan was silent for a long time and said, "Abolish Xiantai."

Wu Xingxue gave a soft "Oh".

Presumably those deposed gods once stood on the high platform full of prophecies. How could a place that was a waste of immortals get the name "Sit in the Spring Breeze"?

This waste of Xiantai Xiu is here, and the meaning cannot be more obvious. At first glance, it is used to warn someone.

Wu Xingxue thought that there were thirty-three gods in this round room. In comparison, it seemed that the solitary image of Yunhe was out of place.

Ning Huaishan and Fang Chu still reacted greatly to the thirty-three statues, vomiting and uncomfortable. Presumably, these statues still have some immortal power, which should have been formed by the statues of boys and girls for a long time.

However, the two of them did not respond to the image of Yun Hai, indicating that Yun Hai was truly given the name of an immortal.

From this point of view, it is self-evident who this abandoned Sendai is warning.

Wu Xingxue remembered what Xiao Fuxuan said, that Yun Hai was swallowed by the demon and died in the Valley of Compassion. Attracting Hua Xin with his sword, he slaughtered all the demons in the Great Compassion Valley, and then built the cemetery, offering the statue of Yun Hao, and then offering other gods one after another.

He had wondered a bit before, since the master and the apprentice are deeply in love, since they want to worship the dead lover, why the tomb is sunk in the ground, so that mortals are not allowed to approach?

Now that I think about it... I'm afraid it's not a simple offering.

The daoming blue flame was always burning, like a barrier, between everyone and the waste immortal platform.

Under the firelight, the Abandoned Immortal Terrace was like a tomb, pressing down on the contents of the tomb.

Judging from the smashed plaque, the grave had been moved.

The fire was too bright, and the bright and dim light was reflected on the thirty-three huge statues, and reflected in their half-drooped eyes. At first glance, it seemed that the eyes had moved.

"Senior brother... why do I feel that the god statue is looking at us?"

"Did I think too much? The statue seems to be more sideways than before."

"It's lit by fire."

At the foot of the thirty-three statues, there seems to be a faint light appearing between the slate ravines, as if the formation was flowing faintly.

"Xiao Fuxuan." Wu Xingxue tilted his head and asked, "You said these gods are like a formation, what is this formation for?"

Xiao Fuxuan looked at the faint light crisscrossing the ground and said, "Suppress the demons, or suppress the remnant souls."

He was silent for a moment, and then said: "It will never see the sun again."