Chapter 108 Old Mountain Guard

The spring breeze blew and wiped away the sweat on Sikong's face, but it could not erase his inner shock and surprise. His back was cold and deep into the bone marrow. Sikong's old demon and the old man surnamed Lu looked ugly.

"How about it?" Looking at the pale faces of the two old demons, Mr. Gongsun sighed.

"Who is this person?" He turned his head and asked, with a gray face.

"If I knew, do you think I would be so out of state?" Shaking his head and smiling, filling his heart with bitterness, Mr. Gongsun's face showed emotion.

"Why, with the power of your family, there is no news in advance of such a master?" His eyebrows were locked, and the old man surnamed Lu interrupted.

"That's why it's even more horrible." With a trance on his face, Mr. Gongsun looked at the high hanging blue moon and whispered, "Now, the chaos has appeared. I'm afraid that the inheritance of this Red Emperor is only the beginning!"

Hearing the words, Sikong Laomo and the old man surnamed Lu were shocked, as if they remembered something. Their faces were solemn and silent. If it is true as Gongsun said, I'm afraid it will really change this day.

Ten thousand miles away from Chifeng City, there is a beautiful scenery. Between the mountains, there is a peak more than 30,000 feet high, standing proudly between heaven and earth. The whole mountain is black, surrounded by clouds and fog, and half faintly.

Looking around, the momentum is quite magnificent, which makes people want to worship. There is a shocking sense of oppression. Whether it is mortals or practitioners, they stop here, and a small feeling lingers in their hearts.

This is the creation of nature and the miracle that contains the power of heaven and earth. Since ancient times, I don't know how many strong people have tried to reach the top, but what is puzzling and surprising is that every climber has finally disappeared into the world and never appeared.

Gradually, this mountain was also named by people - 'Magic Mountain'. As the name implies, this mountain has a touching magic power, which seems to have a mysterious power to ** those strong people, so that even if they know it is a road of no return, some people can't help but want to explore and pursue it.

Unfortunately, Longpo Xing is also one of these explorers. At the beginning, when he entered the underworld, the ghost came to the vicinity of the magic mountain. It seemed that he was summoned. He couldn't help but enter the magic mountain. If he hadn't woken up in time at the last moment, I'm afraid that he would be less in the world from now on. No. 1 strong man.

At that time, the dragon broken star was the cultivation of the peak in the early stage of Nirvana. When he left the magic mountain, he secretly swore that one day, the dragon broken star would come back and unveil the mystery of the magic mountain.

Today, tonight, under the blue moon, the dragon broke his promise and returned to the underworld again. Since the trip to the underworld can be said to have started from here, this time, he still has to start from the origin.

There is no one, only at the foot of the Moshan Mountain with the roar of beasts. The strong and magnificent space power is filled with ripples at the beginning of the sky, like the nature of Taoist lines, like the smoothness of water waves, ripples in circles.

A white figure took a step from the ripples, and his footsteps were gentle and powerful. One step fell, and a deep footprint was branded in the void. After the faint silver was busy circulating in the footprints, the footprints gradually darkened and finally disappeared.

The slender body stands proudly between heaven and earth, with an arrogant and confident smile on the corners of his mouth. The evil charm is enchanting. The long hair shawl is blown up a little by the breeze, and the hair is raised, which is flexible and free.

Standing quietly in the void, the dragon broke the star and stood with his hands behind his back. His eyes were deep, staring at the magic mountain in front of him. He could not see where the top of the mountain was at all. He looked indifferent. Tonight, he will break into the magic mountain again.

"I haven't been here for a long time!" Whispered to himself, Long Poxing scraped his nose, and the vicissitudes of life flashed away.

Touching the magic mountain that has not been seen for a long time, the dragon broken star's eyes are thoughtful. Although this magic mountain looks extraordinary, it always has such a trace of incongruous feeling. It can't be seen where the dragon broken star is.

Taking a deep breath, Long Poxing loosened his locked eyebrows and left a heart in his heart. This time, he will break into the magic mountain again.

"Hmm?" Just as Long Po Xing was about to set out to enter the Magic Mountain, a strange breath disappeared in an instant, and the time was very short. Even so, it was still detected by Long Po Xing, who had always been alert.

With a look of thought, the dragon broken star looks at the endless mountains in the rear. There are many ancient strange beasts among them. This is their home, different from the fairyland. These strange beasts almost never disturb human beings. It can be said that there is almost no intersection between the two. Perhaps because of this, here, Only then will it become a paradise for these strange beasts.

With a wave of the big sleeve, a magnificent space force rumbled and spread, directly turning into a space boundary, covering the entrance of the magic mountain, which is a layer of barrier he set up. In this way, it can not only prevent others from entering the magic mountain, but also if others come here for the first time. There is some sense.

Of course, in this way, he also exposed himself. Although later people did not know who was inside, even if he was a fool, he was blocked by an inexplicable boundary when he entered, and knew that there was definitely someone inside.

After doing this, Long Poxing glanced at the place where the fluctuated just now, no longer hesitated, turned around and flashed away to the entrance of Moshan, leaving only a black spot for a moment.

After the Dragon Poxing entered, in the relatively peaceful forest, a white-haired, ruddy and full-aired old man stepped on the top of the tree. Between a few flashes, he had come to the entrance of the Magic Mountain.

When he came to the entrance, the old man's toes gently fell slowly on the ground, without even a trace of dust, and there was no sound. His breath all over his body was perfectly integrated with the surrounding environment, and no one could distinguish it. That was also the reason why he could hide the dragon and break the stars.

When he came to the space boundary, the old man stopped, stared intently, sighed, and showed a decadent face. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and personally felt the power of the desperate space, he couldn't believe that there would be a space boundary here.

Space, what is space, invisible, colorless and tasteless, invisible and odorless, this is space, the way of space that countless strong people dream of.

Even after living for so many years and seeing many strong people who have come to explore the Magic Mountain, the old man has to admit that none of these people has ever been able to control the space to this extent. It can be said that it has exceeded the limits of the practitioners and has been done in the road.

"more than 30 years ago, this boy was just the cultivation of the realm of nirvana. If I hadn't finally helped him, he wouldn't have even been able to get out of the magic mountain. Unexpectedly, this was only a few decades later. The young man who needed my old man's help had grown up. It's enough for me to look up." With the goatee in one hand, the old man was relieved and took the risk at the beginning, at least it proved that his vision was still good.

"Ha ha, boy, I can't help you this time. Next, life or death is up to you." With a low smile, the old man sat up, took off the wine pot at his waist, opened the cork, and poured it up.

The smell of hot wine stimulated the old man's throat. The old man's face turned red and seemed to be invincible. However, he was sober and could not see any confusion at all. At this moment, he wanted to sing wildly.

The heart, which has been silent for many years, seems to wake up again. The old man is looking forward to the reunion with the Dragon Breaking Star and the young man breaking this spell that no one has ever come out of.

Drinking spirits, the old man's tears flowed, along his cheeks, mixed with wine, and swallowed his throat. It was very spicy and bitter, but the old man did not care at all. Over the years, he was tired and tired, and all his former companions left him.

No one knows who he is, but many people know his existence. People are used to calling him the old man guarding the mountain. Who knows that this old man is just a trapped soul. If the magic mountain is not broken, he will never die, but what is the significance of such eternal life?

More than 10 million years ago, he and the rest of his companions, a group of eight, gathered together with the blessings and expectations of the four worlds, the top strong men belonging to the underworld, the fairy world, the demon world and the human world, vowed to break the demon mountain.

At that time, they were in high spirits. As the top ten strong in the four worlds, they had the qualification to be proud.

With all the expectations and hopes, a group of eight people entered through this entrance under the attention of the public. They never thought that one foot had stepped into hell, but on the second day, eight of them had been completely swallowed up by the Demon Mountain.

The old man guarding the mountain remembers very clearly that the last heartbreaking and desperate face was his wife and his lover.

In the end, he could only watch his beloved wife being swallowed up by the darkness in front of him. The pain was indescribable, and he didn't want to have another time in his life.

Every time he closes his eyes, Yiren's face is still so clear, so beautiful and touching, and his smile is as vivid as yesterday, but in the end, it is always a desperate face that wakes him up from his dream.

"husband, you must escape and take good care of our unadult children." The sad shouting still echoed in his ears today. In the end, he disappointed his wife. Although he didn't know why he survived in this strange way, he could never leave the 100 miles of Moshan.

Therefore, he is a slave, the slave of the Devil Mountain. If the Devil Mountain is immortal, then he will die, and life is better than death.

Later, the catastrophe swept through the four worlds. In the turmoil, the four world wars broke out. What is puzzling is that even such a earth-shaking battle has never affected the magic mountain.

Outsiders don't know that the old man who is the slave of the Devil Mountain still knows more or less. He clearly remembers that there were extraordinary fluctuations in the belly of the Devil Mountain before the outbreak of the Four Worlds War.

And this time, the same fluctuation appeared again more than ten years ago, so he had no doubt and didn't care.