Chapter 411

A light wind passed through the crack of the bright sword pavilion door, flowing like water flowing through the smooth wood-scented floor, and through the square table burning with a dim butter lamp.

After the square table, a handsome man with a faint cold face sat quietly behind the square table, like a rock, motionless. The light wind flowing across the square table was gently sucked into the man's lungs, and then gently spit out, exhaled, in harmony with the wind, extremely evenly.

Under the man, the wooden floor seemed to turn into a slowly flowing gravel, constantly sinking...

Dong Dong Dong! ~

A uniform knock came from outside the door, accompanied by the familiar sound of slow injury.

"Master, today is the day agreed with Lord Qiyao..."

"Well, I know," Fengyun Wuji's eyes opened and opened, and the essence flashed in his eyes. In front of him, the still burning wick disappeared.

Fengyun Wuji stood up and gently pushed open the gate of the Sword Pavilion. In the distance, a touch of fish belly white floated to the sky. Under the horizon, a thousand light spewed out thinly, and the faint dawn came flat, reflecting the dense sitting figure under the sword cliff...

"That's all I can do! ..." Looking at the martial arts practitioners below, Fengyun Wuji turned into a wisp of light wind, falling from the front of the Sword Pavilion, and galloping slowly to the direction where the Holy Mountain was located. He was injured behind him, and the nearly a hundred golden general followed closely...

The picturesque mountains continue to pass under the body, and the breeze blows on the face. After this time. Fengyun Wuji and his party finally arrived at the holy mountain.

Things are different. Hundreds of thousands of years later, they witnessed the majestic and steep holy mountain again. Fengyun unconsciously had a sense of illusion. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the first time he ascended to ancient times, his hope was shattered, and his heart was at a loss to merge with himself hundreds of thousands of years later.

"At the foot of the mountain is the master of the sword domain, and the sword god is Wuji?" Thousands of feet of cliff edge, a vague shadow stands proudly on the edge of the cliff, condescending. Cold voice.

"Exactly!" Feng Yun Wuji came to his senses and brushed his big sleeves. It's already like a big Falcon, supporting the wind. Straight up to the top of the mountain, a group of swordsman disciples followed him.

"Wait a minute, the temple has an order. This summoning only the sword god, others, etc., will all stay at the foot of the mountain!" On the mountain, the messenger of the temple spoke again.

I was stunned by the delay. The body stagnated and stopped, and the group of golden armorers behind him also stopped.

"You wait under the holy mountain for the time being, and I will be enough alone!" Just as he was hesitant, Feng Yun's indifferent voice came to his ears like a mosquito, and he was relieved. He led a group of golden generals to float in the air, looked up at the holy mountain that seemed to tower into the clouds, and waited quietly...

"Sword God. Please come this way! ..." The messenger's appearance is only about thirty, but the actual age is probably dozens of times larger than that of Fengyun Wuji. Seeing that Fengyun Wuji can go up, his words are still quite measured, but invisibly there is still a condescending attitude.

Fengyun Wuji glanced at the messenger indifferently: "Take the way."

The wide square in front of the temple is now sparsely populated. When I flew up, I saw an ancient warrior here, but I haven't seen one.

In front of the magnificent and spectacular gate of the temple, the left servant and the right servant were still separated on both sides. When they saw the arrival of Fengyun Wuji, they both smiled with a complicated smile.

Fengyun Wuji's feet stagnated slightly and nodded slightly to the left and right waiters: "I've seen the two waiters."

The right waiter smiled bitterly: "Wuji, I really don't want to see you in this situation! ..."

"Sword god, you controllers, are you still waiting?" The messenger in green robe said unhappily.

The status of the messenger seems to be still above the left and right two attendants. At the beginning of this person, the left attendant's originally open lips closed again, and the two attendants bowed to the messenger: "Your Excellency! ..."

Fengyun Wuji suddenly turned his head and stared at the Qingshi coldly. Qingshi was very unhappy in his heart and was waiting to be reprimanded, but when he saw a wisp of cold light passing through Fengyun Wuji's eyes, he couldn't help but be shocked and shocked all over his body. Only then did he think of

"I just say hello to a few old friends. When and why do you interfere?" The wind and clouds said coldly.

Blue makes his face turn blue and white, and his neck turns red.

"Where is the controller?"

Qing Shi subconsciously pointed to the front. Fengyun Wuji snorted coldly, shook his big sleeve, and stepped across the gate. Suddenly, the world changed in his eyes, and countless spaces folded through his eyes. In a moment, Fengyun Wuji had already appeared in an empty hall.

In the hall, it was a little dark. There were many burning copper-handled torches on the walls on both sides. At the front of the extremely spacious and empty hall, there was a huge statue. Under the statue, there was a man with long hair shawl, black as ink, long shirts and shoes, with his back to the wind and Many shadows reflected on the ground kept shaking.

"Fengyun Wuji?" A loud and majestic voice came from above.

"Exactly." Feng Yun Wuji's face was indifferent, but his heart was a little strange. The temple only sent one person to see him, which greatly exceeded his expectations.

"Where is the controller?" Fengyun Wuji strode forward and asked at the same time.

"You don't have to see the controller. This matter can be big or small," the man still did not mean to turn around: "You forced the holy mountain out of the parallel plane with force, which was against the will of the temple and hurt the status of the temple. However, the temple is not without tolerance. You have the intention of repentance. As long as you explain things clearly, the temple will naturally not care too much.

"Oh," Fengyun Wuji stopped ten feet behind the man: "According to the Qing envoy, the controller is waiting for me here..."

"I'm one of the controllers, you can call me Luo." The man suddenly turned around and showed a cold and white face. However, what attracted Feng Yun Wuji's attention most was the narrow and narrow slit of his eyes in the middle of his forehead. At first glance, it gives people a sense of being in a different place.

Feng Yun Wuji was silent, and his eyes opened like lightning.

"Are you spying on my soul? Why?" The controller broke the mystery in one word.

Fengyun Wuji glanced at the controller and said indifferently, "You don't seem to be a pure martial artist either."

Da Luo's face changed slightly, staring at Feng Yun Wuji. After a long time, he said, "The temple did not choose you wrong. With this little bead, you can infer so much information... Well, with the ability of the Dharma practitioners, to pry into the soul. Rumor has it that you have a lot of connections with Dharma practitioners. That's right."

Fengyun Wuji was slightly shocked, but soon regained calm. The temple has many secret channels. A lot of secret news can be explored by the temple: "Whether it is the practice of law and martial arts, isn't it the pursuit of power? The controller seems to care too much about the difference between law and martial arts. Even the temple allows the new soarer to choose spells. Does the controller have any other opinions?

Feng Yun Wuji ignored him and stared slightly, the next moment. The magnificent god of the sea of stars came out and shot out at a speed beyond the sense of thought. On the opposite side, Da Luo finally changed his color, but he still did not say a word, allowing Feng Yun Wuji to extend the divine consciousness to the whole temple.

It is within the reach of the divine consciousness. One by one, the dark pavilions and the rooms are reflected in the mind, and each room has an extremely powerful master. They seemed to sit here for a long time, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on their bodies. The divine consciousness stayed on them for a moment, and then quickly broke through the air. That is, at the same time as Fengyun Wuji's divine consciousness left, it was at least distributed in all the dark rooms. I don't know how long the strong man sat As soon as the eyes are opened and the eyes are opened, and the eyes are shot...

I don't know how deep the divine consciousness is. Fengyun Wuji suddenly felt that he had encountered a layer of invisible wall. In the sea of consciousness, after that wall, it was blank without any soul fluctuations.

Suddenly, Fengyun Wuji felt that a powerful divine consciousness with a long breath of time was locked on him, and the pressure around him increased greatly.

Chop!!

At the feet, the rectangular thin polished and smooth slate makes a crisp cracking sound, and the void is full of a powerful pressure of non-kindness. Those majesty comes from all directions. At this moment, Fengyun Wuji felt the tens of thousands of caves. The strong men who had just woken up from the endless retreat penetrated the rock and stared at their own eyes. Fengyun Wuji felt a faint anger in the temple. Unexpectedly, there were so many strong people immersed in the long retreat, which made Fengyun Wu Don't be surprised.

Qu Luo, the controller, looked at Fengyun Wuji quietly, but did not mean to take action.

With so many masters, even if there are no taboos, if you want to resist, it is impossible to last. His shoulders shook slightly, and his white shirt rolled up like a wave from top to bottom. Then, around Fengyun Wuji, a mass of space of several squares twisted and collapsed, and a clearly visible space fold isolated Fengyun Wuji from the consciousness that came from all sides.

A strong wind rolled out of his robe, and Fengyun Wuji's body slightly raised. In an instant, his body became as thin as paper foil, almost wavy and twisted. If there was nothing, it was faintly, as if it was integrated with the collapsed space, and the whole became part of the space fault.

Daluo's face changed greatly. In the perception, Fengyun Wuji was clearly reflected on the two pupils, but Daluo's divine consciousness clearly could not find the existence of Fengyun Wuji. Not only that, the divine consciousness did not feel any abnormality, and Qiluo's heart was shocked.

"What kind of adventure does this son have? The understanding of the rules has reached the same level?!! No wonder Qi Yao came back and looked so ugly!!" Zan Luo's heart was delayed. Others did not know it. With his eyesight, it was clear that Fengyun Wuji perfectly connected the two operating rules of the collapsed space with great ability, and abruptly cut out the space. It is only because many rules are unimpeded, and there is no difference from before, so the divine consciousness can't feel the existence of Fengyun Wuji!

'Huh,!

In the perception, the waves of consciousness filled in the void made a shocking sound. After the return of the divine consciousness, the ancient strong man sitting in a secret room opened his eyes and closed, and his whole body trembled, and his breath faded like a tide. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a rock and did not move. However, there is no intention to delve into it.

Fuls that you know the other party's intention, Fengyun Wuji brushed his big sleeves, and his hands

"What do you know? What do you want to know? Zan Luo said, "There are many taboos in the temple. Don't mess around. If you have any discoveries or doubts, tell me that I can sit as the Lord."

In these, an old, seemingly dying voice came to Fengyun Wuji's ears, but the meaning of the words was undoubtedly revealed: "Don't tell him!"

Fengyun Wuji's heart was shocked, and God saw through his body and swept the whole temple again. However, there is no gain.

"Don't do anything that surprises or doubts him." The voice sounded again, in the dark. Fengyun Wuji seemed to feel that a pair of wise eyes were looking at himself.

"No matter how many doubts you have in your heart, leave it in your heart for a while. I will see you for a while. Now, do as I say."

Feng Yun Wuji is silent, and the other party is not conveyed by divine consciousness. It can't be transmitted in reverse at all.

"Are you thinking, who am I? Can you believe it again? Or, am I the one of the demons you think in your heart? The owner of the mysterious voice seemed to have completely seen through what Fengyun Wuji was thinking. With Fengyun Wuji's calmness, he was still known in his heart in the current realm, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

"The wind and clouds are unscrupulous. How can you come back?" Zan Luo's eyes flashed Feng Yun Wuji's slightly shaking shoulders in an instant, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his pupils, and then looked around. The speed of speech was so fast that he asked, "Who are you talking to? Or, who is contacting you again?

A thick fog enveloped the heart of the wind and clouds. Such a strange situation greatly exceeded his expectation. Thinking about the long time of the existence of the temple, he realized for a moment: "I'm afraid there are many secrets in the temple that I don't know."

Suddenly, he looked up, but saw a wave of his big hand, and an invisible air mask surrounded the two.

"Wuji, no one can spy on it now, tell me!" Qu Luo came over step by step and said straight.

"Don't say anything to him, the situation in the temple is too complicated. Even with your current skills, once you get involved, you will definitely die!" The old voice came in again, but the so-called prohibition could not affect him at all: "If you don't believe me, it doesn't matter for the time being. You can say to him, 'The temple has been invaded by the demon clan. Let's see his reaction."

Fengyun Wuji turned around, facing the Luo, and said indifferently, "That's right, Wuji should tell the controller that the temple has been invaded by the demon clan."

Da Luo's face changed greatly: "What?"

Feng Yun Wuji was silent and just looked at him with an indifferent look.

The message sent back by the practitioners who directly explore the way of the soul is that Da Luo is a pure human, but that's why Feng Yun Wuji is more and more confused. What's going on?

"You must not let anyone other than me know about this," Da Luo looked a little uneasy and seemed to be in a hurry to leave: "I still have something to do... The temple has an order, the sword god calms down..., the underground Musashi cave and the historical cave of the temple, you can go in and out >

It seems that there was a set of words before that, but at this time, he didn't know what Fengyun Wuji's words touched. He seemed to be eager to leave, and his language was a little incoherent. After saying this sentence, he broke the prohibition, shook his sleeve, and turned into a virtual shadow and disappeared in the hall.

Squeak!

Under the huge statue, a hole opened in response, revealing a one-person-high cave. The wind and clouds thought for a moment and strode into it. A thick darkness came towards him. The wind roared in his ears, and the space changed. In the blink of an eye, the place had changed...

In front of me is a dark cave. The trapezoidal stone steps extend to the depths of the dark. At a narrow entrance, the bright light enters vigorously. Above the two walls, the full rope head and small words exude different breaths of strength and weakness. The experience of these predecessors extends from the feet to the endless Deep.

"Make the appearance of browsing the wall, slowly go down, and don't let people see the flint," the old voice sounded in his ear again.

Fengyun Wuji smiled indifferently, the space around him collapsed again, and the rules around him were perfectly connected. In the small area of the collapse, Fengyun Wuji stepped to the side, leaving another person who was exactly the same behind him.

After deliberately turning it over, the incarnation has become the same as itself, and Fengyun Wuji itself has disappeared in the induction of a divine consciousness.

"I still underestimate you..." The old voice came again. With a sigh, the space around the body changed again. When everything was fixed, the world changed again.

This is a cave that I don't know where the holy mountain is. It is deep and narrow, and the induction of divine consciousness has lost its function here. At the moment of stepping on this place, Feng Yun Wuji saw the end of the extremely old man at a glance.

Fengyun Wuji never thought that there would be old people in ancient times.

The long pale hair dragged to the feet of the old man, slid down from the three stone steps covered with green moss and scattered on a large area of the ground. At a narrow glance, it looked like a piece of white moss blooming in the night. The old man's face was full of deep wrinkles, and the loose layers of skin were covered with layers of dirt.

The drooping upper eyelids are loose, almost covering the old man's eyes. There is only a narrow gap left. Only occasionally, the flash of light there makes people realize that there is still a pair of eyes there.

The old man was covered with a loose white washed robe, and many places were corroded because of too long time. Under the pieces of the shed robe, a sparse and rugged skeleton was exposed.

The eyes flashed over the old man's knees coiled under his body, and a pair of embroidered shackles through the ankles attracted the attention of Feng Yun Wuji, and the two ends of the shackles did not enter the rock walls on both sides. Three feet above the old man's head on the left side, on a prominent palm-sized stone platform, a simple bright lamp is burning quietly. The faint haze can only reflect the space of the old man's length of his body. Under the bleak light, the old man's long white hair is even whiter...