Originally, Zigai Mountain could not be called a famous mountain or river. It did not have the majesty of Taidai, the steepness of Huashan, the smoke and clouds of Hengyue, nor the waterfalls of Kuanglu, the clever rocks of Yandang, or the beauty of Emei.

Four characters. Since ancient times, even ordinary literati have rarely left poems here.

But the mountain is not high, as long as there are immortals, there will be light. This saying is not an exaggeration at all on Zigai Mountain. It is precisely because Zixuan Cave Zhaotian among the thirty-six caves is located here, there are often people who cultivate immortals and achieve Taoism.

They often appear in the Zigai Mountains, or travel alone, or visit the Lord of the Cave Heaven in a group. Although in the eyes of cultivators, most of these cultivators have mediocre cultivation and nothing extraordinary, in the eyes of ordinary people, they are just real.

immortal.

Ordinary people who live here can often see the fairy sights, which makes Zigai Mountain's reputation in the secular world more and more popular, naturally attracting more people to live here, hoping to be exposed to the fairy spirit, not to mention living there every day.

There are devout believers who make a special trip to Zigai Mountain to pray three times and nine times in the hope of encountering gods to save their lives.

Therefore, except for the main peak, which is difficult for monkeys to climb and birds to cross, Zigai Mountain is still quiet and quiet. Many people live in the rest of Zigai Mountain. However, there are tens of thousands of "gods" living in both immortal and secular ways. When strangers come here, they have no influence on the people on the mountain.

It didn't have much of an impact. The sounds of battle between the two parties in the sky were rumbling, the flying sword techniques were flowing with light, and the people underground were still working as usual at sunrise and sunset.

But what Xiao Lang can smell now is no longer the fragrance of trees, flowers and grass, nor the fragrance of cooking smoke and rice. The world seems to be shrouded in a faint bloody stench. Wherever he can see it, there is no living person.

, all incomplete

None of the corpses were intact, as if they had been eaten by poisonous wolves and tigers. The clear streams that originally flowed in the mountain streams had now turned into rivers of blood, with one or two soaked and swollen corpses drifting there.

And down.

In the Zigai Mountains, within a radius of a hundred miles, there is not a single living person. The birds and beasts that escaped their lives seemed to be scared out of their wits at this moment. They huddled in their nests and did not dare to go out to look for food. They were scavenging.

The crows are also honest and don't dare to sit on the branches and crow low.

Xiao Lang had seen how cruel and ruthless the blood slave Zhang Fangyi was in the Burial Sword Villa, but this scene of hundreds of thousands of living souls being chopped up and slaughtered really made Xiao Lang furious.

Fire in the middle.

Even players who have always been afraid of the natives as just pieces of cold programming code would not be able to do such a heinous and unconscionable thing.

As for those murderers, they were descending on the top of Zigai Mountain in large numbers at this moment. There were only a few dozen of them, but all of them were well-dressed and looked leisurely, like princes and grandsons going out for fun. The men were handsome, and the women were delicate.

Pretty or plump and charming, these dozens of people are either playing chess with each other

, or drinking and admiring flowers, etc., if it weren’t for the fact that there were two or three attendants dressed as boys beside them who were holding the corpses and chewing them, like hungry beasts, the rich and idle people around them were still teasing each other, Xiao Lang could only

I'm afraid they won't be able to associate the tragedy at the foot of the mountain with them.

The first person is a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a white face and a slight beard. He wears a purple robe with his right lapel half open. The golden crown of carved beasts has been removed and placed at his feet. The man is lying on the side of the chessboard, and a piece has just been dropped.

Only then did Heizi raise his head to look at Xuan Ji. His smile was as gentle as the spring breeze. He stretched out his hand gently, as if he was the owner of Zigai Mountain and was inviting Xuan Ji and Xiao Lang to sit down.

Xuan Ji grabbed Xiao Lang who was about to rush out and said softly: "Don't be rash, you can't afford to offend these people."

"I know that my cultivation level is low, but as long as I, Xiao Lang, am here, I will not allow these monsters to do whatever they want!" Xiao Lang said coldly.

"Hey, you have such a loud tone, and you are not afraid of leaking the news at the corner of your mouth," Xuan Ji sneered at Xiao Lang: "Since you know that your cultivation level is low, what are you doing rushing over? To chat with them, and then convince them with your virtue, let them

Realize your mistake and finally wipe your neck to pay for your life?"

Xiao Lang hesitated. He knew that with his little cultivation, he was nothing in front of the opponent. If he didn't die if he rushed over like this, it would be because of Xuan Ji's face.

But if he could not let go of his turbid breath, and not only ignore the murderer, but also greet him with a smile, Xiao Lang asked himself that he would never be able to do it.

There has never been a moment when Xiao Lang wished that he could have the same level of cultivation as Xuan Ji!

In fact, Xiao Lang has always been at the top of the player group in terms of level and magic weapon skills. Even those famous star players in the past are no match for Xiao Lang when they join forces. It can be said that the original goal

Xiao Lang, who is competing in China's top league, no longer has any desire or need, and no longer has the need to fight for his life. He doesn't even need to go out to fight monsters to level up. The right way is to merge with Xiao Wan and practice the Art of First Joy.

But since following Xuan Ji and seeing so much of the "world", Xiao Lang discovered that not only were the worlds of immortality and secularity, but also the natives and the players were completely different worlds. In comparison, the players were not even ants.

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Even if it is to rescue Burial Sword Villa, Xiao Lang can only achieve his goal by borrowing Xuan Ji's hand, which has almost no meaning of existence. As the saying goes, the saddest thing in life is that he can only play a supporting role in his own story. This is what he said

Xiao Lang is in this situation now.

It's just that Xiao Lang didn't think that his low cultivation level was a mistake. Living as a monk hitting the clock every day was not unhappy. But now that he saw hundreds of thousands of ordinary people reduced to corpses, he was powerless and could only stand by and watch.

This kind of frustration made Xiao Lang hate himself so much that he only had a mere golden elixir cultivation level.

Xuan Ji watched Xiao Lang's expression grow colder, then gradually became calmer, as if he no longer cared about the tragedy.

Xuanji sighed softly. She understood what Xiao Lang was thinking. His behavior at this time was not because he was persuaded by himself, but because he kept his thoughts deep in his heart. As for how Xiao Lang would behave in the future, it was not

Xuan Ji can guess it.

She didn't want to guess, as long as Xiao Lang didn't die now.

The two slowly landed on the top of Zigai Mountain. The two cannibal boys quickly put down the corpse in their hands, used a magic spell to clean the flesh and blood on their clothes and lips, and then dug out the mountain temporarily to make two half-human corpses.

An exquisite stone bench was placed next to the man leaning over to play chess.

Xiao Lang's eyebrows narrowed slightly, and he immediately returned to normal. It turned out that the two young men also had the cultivation level of the Hehe period, which was a level higher than his own.

Xuan Ji raised her skirt slightly and sat down on it. Her expression was not as cold as Xiao Lang's. She said to the middle-aged man: "Yaojun Bai Yi is so elegant and cheerful. He actually has the leisure to come to my Zigai Mountain to drop black and white stones."

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It turns out that this middle-aged man who is very heroic but pays no attention to details is none other than Bai Yi Yaojun, one of the thirty-six demon lords in the Great Saint Church!

"I thought the fairy's first words after seeing me would be that they haven't seen me for a thousand years, and they miss me so much," Demon Lord Bai Yi replied casually, and then he actually looked at the chessboard again and muttered to his opponent: "

You guys are so unreasonable, so I just said something to the fairy, why did this chess piece become like this?"

The person who was playing chess with Demon Lord Bai Yi felt helpless and threw away the white pieces in his hand, and then said: "According to your old and ungrateful ways, you will definitely destroy the chessboard next and say, 'This game will not be successful'.

Forget it, you're cheating. Okay, I'm used to it."

But he saw that Bai Yi Yaojun actually waved his sleeves and swept down the hundreds of black and white chess pieces on the chessboard. He snickered twice like a child and said: "This game doesn't count, but it's not because you are cheating."
Chapter completed!