Chapter 97 There was a unicorn lying in the mountains

"Boom"

With a loud sound, the golden arrow penetrated the black creature in an instant, and then went straight to the sky. The golden light seemed to penetrate the world, in sharp contrast to several huge white lightning beams surrounding the youth.

"Oh..."

The black creature shouted to the sky, and its ferocious face was suddenly distorted. The evil breath was swept away by the golden light, making it look particularly ferocious. Two pairs of black wings kept flapping, inciting, and countless black feathers fell down and flying in the air.

Its hands held its pierced chest, but the bright red blood finally sprayed out. Its blood was different, emitting a fierce red light. The blood rain splashed and spilled down, and the whole low air seemed to be dyed red.

"Wow...!"

The black creature's face was extremely ferocious, allowing the bright red water to spray down and quickly rush to the young man.

This time, the young man almost spit out a quarter of his body's blood. At this moment, he is extremely weak and has no time to escape.

Looking at the approaching black creature, the young man suddenly shouted, "With you now, you can't kill me!"

"Boom"

A huge sound resounded through the world. An old big hand covered the sky and the sun, covering the black creature, and then grabbed it hard and suddenly pinched it in his hand. Finally, the huge hand broke through the void and disappeared with the black creature.

At this point, the young man also breathed a sigh of relief and sat down weakly with the dark god bow.

The old hand captured the black creature, and the world in the main area of the Nine Heavenly Holy Mansion returned to calm, but it was dilapidated. There were still many horrible cracks in the sky that had not been recovered. I don't know how many peaks were broken, and the ground was full of cracks and dilapidated.

"Who is that?" Ye Qianqiu frowned and asked Wan Daofeng who had reached out his huge hand. Wan Daofeng narrowed his eyes and said, "That was the last lord of the house. In the records of the Holy House, he took action nearly ten thousand years ago!"

Hearing this, Ye Qianqiu was shocked and muttered, "For nearly ten thousand years... the last lord, is he a flying fairy!"

"It wasn't at that time, but now... I don't know!" Wan Daofeng shook his head and said so, and then turned away, leaving Ye Qianqiu alone here to meditate.

"Ten thousand years... If it hadn't been for the survival of the heavenly elixir, the last lord would have become a flying fairy! In this way, the monster should not be able to run away..." Finally, Ye Qianqiu stood up and turned to the attic area, intending to go back to heal his wounds. But after a few steps, he stopped again and said to himself, "Why go back? Wouldn't it be better to heal here? Few people dare to break into the three most holy sites!"

So, he went straight to a large slate not far away and sat down and began to heal his wounds. Wan Daofeng couldn't laugh or cry in the room. He shook his head and said, "This boy is still here!"

Later, Luo Yao came back and saw that Ye Qianqiu was healing, so he didn't say anything and went straight to the house.

"What, the last landlord took action?" As soon as he stepped into the house, Wan Daofeng and Qu Xingju looked at him together and asked in unison. Luo Yao nodded: "It was indeed the last landlord. It was the landlord who went to inform him in person!"

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The three talked a lot, but they were blocked by the formation in the room and did not come out. Not to mention that Ye Qianqiu was healing his wounds. Even if he did not heal his wounds, he could not hear anything if he tried his best to listen to them.

Ten days later, Ye Qianqiu's injury completely recovered. He went back to see that Mo Tianxing and Yun did not come back with the wind, so he simply did not stay and left again and went to a mountain range far away from the main area of the Jiutian Holy Mansion.

Ye Qianqiu didn't look back, leaving only a faint shadow and disappeared into the vast sky, making Lin Ziyao, who came later, empty. Of course, he didn't know this.

"In the middle of the game, floating in a dream. I don't have the art of long life, so it's better to sing..."

The trees are lush, the thin vines surround the old trees, and the bluestone road leads to the depths of the mountains step by step, like someone singing loudly, which has a lot of artistic conception.

Ye Qianqiu came all the way to the west and entered this slightly sacred mountain range. He wanted to sit here and hit the three heavens of sub-saints.

This place is not so beautiful, but it is also that the mountains and rivers depend on each other. There are lakes at the foot of the mountain, and there are dilapidated Taoist temple in the mountains. Although it is a little sacred, it is not a fairyland, only a taste of returning to the original.

Ye Qianqiu saw a woodcutter-like man walking down the mountain along the Qingshi Road from afar, carrying a bundle of firewood, with a strong body and a bearded face.

"This eldest brother, hearing you sing, the mood is quite high, is it a practitioner?" He couldn't see whether the man had any cultivation, so he asked.

"This little brother misunderstood. I'm a woodcutter. What kind of practicer is there? I just listened to an old Taoist priest who often came here singing and wrote it down."

Ye Qianqiu was a little surprised and said, "I don't know where that senior is now?"

"There is a dilapidated Taoist temple in the mountain. In the past, an old Taoist priest often came and lived for a long time. He said that he came from thousands of miles away. Over the years, the Taoist temple has been desolate. The old Taoist is too old and died a year ago."

Ye Qianqiu's heart moved and said, "Thousands of miles away, isn't that the main area of the Nine Heavenly Holy Mansion?" Then, he said goodbye to the woodcutter, walked along the bluestone road to the mountain, climbed several mountains, looked across the mountain, and finally saw a broken Taoist temple sitting on a hill.

On that hill, there is no green bamboo, let alone elixir and strange grass. It is simple, only a small piece of vegetable land, but now it is desolate and full of weeds.

"Good as water. Water is good and benefits all things without dispute, and it is evil to all people, so it is almost the way. Living in a good land, a good heart, good benevolence, good words and faith, good governance, good things, good times. The husband is indisputable, so he has no worries..."

Two Orion came out of the mountain, wearing animal leather clothes, walking vigorously, carrying bows and arrows, and carrying a wild deer. They did not sweat and were strong.

"These two brothers, are you reciting the Tao Te Ching?" Ye Qianqiu immediately came forward to ask for advice.

"What you said, I often heard an old Taoist sing and unconsciously wrote it down. Every time I came back from hunting and passed by here, I couldn't help singing when I thought of him." A hunter replied.

This is a master. Ye Qianqiu has been sure that the old Taoist on the low mountain is not simple and extraordinary. Moreover, he seems to have something to do with the Taoist sect of the human world. In heaven, Ye Qianqiu has never heard of the Tao Te Ching.

"Unfortunately, he has been dead for a year." Another humane.

Ye Qianqiu asked a few more questions and learned that the old Taoist priest also taught them some vomit methods, which is very simple, but it can strengthen muscles and bones, which is most suitable for ordinary mortals.

"Do you want to ask for immortals? It's a pity that you're late..."

Obviously, the two hunters were very fond of the old Taoist and said a few more words as soon as they stopped.

The old Taoist is very old, and even their grandfather said that he remembered that this old Taoist priest often came here when he was very young, and no one knew how many years he had lived.

"Thank you, two brothers!" Ye Qianqiu left, and this time he finally climbed a hill along the mountain road.

A small Taoist temple, dilapidated and low, like a thatched hut, has been desolate for several years, and no one goes in and looks deserted.

In front of the small Taoist temple, there is an ancient pine. Many people can't hold it together in the hollow trunk. The branches are vigorous, but the leaves are sparse. Obviously, this old tree is dying.

There is no place like a medicine garden, only a small vegetable field, but it is desolate.

"This Taoist temple also has ancient trees, which have existed for at least thousands of years..." Ye Qianqiu's heart was shocked, and he felt a breath of years.

Did the old Taoist priest build this Taoist temple when he first came here? Did he plant this ancient tree himself? In that case, this is definitely a peerless master, at least the most holy to cut off the two corpses.

Ye Qianqiu slowly walked into the broken Taoist temple and searched carefully everywhere, hoping to find any clues. As a result, there was a lot of dust in it, and there was no ancient book engraving or anything at all.

is very ordinary, nothing different from ordinary Taoism. A broken futon, several broken Taoist clothes, and a handful of dust gnawed by insects, nothing unusual.

Ye Qianqiu slowly came out again and walked to the back of the Taoist temple. There was a small grave, no tombstone, no inscription, only a simple loess bag.

"Is this his tomb? He died without a word, I don't know who it is, and even the method of practice is not handed down to the world..." He stood in front of the loess grave, running his divine eyes and staring at the ground, trying to see what the dead bone was.

"What, this..." He was shocked. It was an empty grave without bones or anything like that.

"No, there are ragged Taoist robes, shoes and socks, and..." His heart moved. Is this a crown?

"The way is between heaven and earth!" He was shocked and finally confirmed that there should be a skeleton, but he melted himself before he died. This is definitely a master. He was almost invincible in his life. After his death, he was also digested in heaven and earth, and he was a person who could prove the road.

Generally speaking, only the characters above the peerless saint can transform themselves into nature. This is the real transformation, not self-destructing the body.

"Sure enough, it is a crouching tiger and leopard in Shenshan and a unicorn in the field. In such a small place, there is a peerless saint sitting!" Ye Qianqiu was very surprised. Although this person seemed to come from the Jiutian Holy Mansion, no one knew about it and died silently.

Unfortunately, this person died like this, leaving nothing, and even his name and surname are unknown.

Ye Qianqiu searched the place carefully. Fu Tuan, dust, Taoist clothes, etc. all explored with divine consciousness, but there was no treasure.

"It's so thorough that it really didn't leave anything for future generations. Such an unimaginable existence, his inheritance is broken, and it's really an immeasurable loss." Ye Qianqiu shook his head and sighed. He knew how powerful the unique skills handed down by the peerless saints were. From the eight wilderness dragon palms and nine sky clouds passed down to him by Chu Po Meng, you can get a glimpse of them.

In the end, Ye Qianqiu sorted out this place a little and lived here. It was very quiet and suitable for him to sit in Guan Wudao, and no one disturbed him.

The hill, breaking the Taoist temple, has an unspeakable Taoist rhyme, which is very suitable for retreat, and has a very practical taste of returning to the original.

"I came to the ancient Panasonic, and I slept on a high pillow. There is no armor in the mountains, and I don't know how to be cold..."

Suddenly, a whisper woke up Ye Qianqiu, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

At this time, a large dark cloud floated through the sky, blocking the sun, moon and stars in the sky. The earth was shrouded in darkness, and the hills were even darker.

Just in front of the Taoist temple, in front of the dying ancient pine that many people can't embrace, a vague figure appeared out of thin air, and the previous voice was made by him.