The wind and snow roared, and there was no sound except this.

There was no light on Youhei Mountain Road.

But even if the light is dark, the monks can still see things clearly.

Two vengeful spiritual monks were guarding the edge of the area. They sat cross-legged, regaining their strength while releasing their spiritual sense and paying attention to their surroundings.

Suddenly, the two of them suddenly felt something abnormal and opened their eyes at the same time.

I noticed it carefully, as if there were some footsteps in the sound of wind and snow.

"How come there are footsteps? Where did it come from?"

"A monk rides on the sword and rides on the wind. Only mortals can walk, but in such a weather and such a remote area, which mortal will come?"

The two vengeful monks said and looked in the sound.

There was indeed a figure on the mountain road, holding a black umbrella, walking from the bottom of the long wind and snow path, climbing up the steps, neither slow nor anxious.

The two of them couldn't figure out what was going on, they just thought it was quite strange.

One of them was not busy attacking, but said loudly: "Who?"

The person who came did not speak, but just walked like a traveler.

The other person's expression moved, and vigilance flashed in his eyes. With his right hand pressed, the long sword covering the black film suddenly floated up in the air, covered by wind and snow. This action was silent.

Just as this man was about to take action, the man holding the black umbrella stopped.

A long silver hair swayed with the wind. The person raised his face and did not speak, but suddenly a strong aura of resentment was emitted from his body.

This aura was so majestic and so vicious that even the two resentful spiritual monks were a little shocked.

"This...this is not the atmosphere that this era should have. It belongs to the future, not to the present."

"Is it..."

The two of them suddenly had an answer in their hearts.

The resentful monk who was about to take action hurriedly put away his flying sword, and the other man stood solemnly.

The two of them were filled with shock and surprise.

this...

The resentment in the adults who came here was far greater than that of the resentful master. And only the terrifying ancient master had such a powerful force.

The ancient master is a stronger existence than the resentful master. Did such a big man actually come early?

The vengeful spirits are one in the high dimension. Although there are not many differences between the upper and lower levels, if there are obvious differences in the ranks, they will still express respect.

The two monks hurriedly said, "I have met the master!"

Xia Ji grabbed the silver hair and rolled it up casually, tied a small braid at the end to prevent the wind from getting too messy, and then said, "Who is the leader here?"

One of the vengeful spiritual monks said, "It is the vengeful Lord's lord."

Another vengeful monk said, "I'll take you to see him...or will I tell him you are here?"

Xia Ji said: "I'll go see him."

"Yes, then please follow me."

A monk stood up with his sword.

Just as he was about to take off, a voice suddenly came from behind him: "Take me a little."

This monk:???

No, you are so strong that you still need someone to take care of?

What is the deep meaning of this "belt"?

Just as he was thinking about it, Xia Ji was already standing on his flying sword, "Let's go."

The monk looked confused, and he couldn't help asking, "Don't you control the wind?"

Then he heard something he would never understand in his life...

Xia Ji said: "I just don't like it, let's go."

The resentful cultivator only felt that the ancient master was worthy of being the ancient master, and it was really hard to guess. He didn't think about it anymore. He just pinched his fingers and flew into the air, carrying the two of them to the depths of the snow-capped mountain.

Soon, the flying sword had already landed in front of a frozen stream.

When he arrived here, Xia Ji didn't need anyone to introduce him. He directly exuded the aura of the ancient master and covered him. The crowd of resentful spiritual cultivators who were originally wary of this immediately felt relieved.

The lord in the wooden house was shocked and then ecstatic. He murmured: "I didn't expect that at this critical moment, the ancient master actually came successfully?"

You should know that even though the Black Tide monks once made more than one person famous for the "True Talisman", the resentful spirits simply thought of the suppression of the way of heaven.

The physical strength of the fifteenth level is not enough to withstand the arrival of even the ancient master.

Now, the highest realm of the entire world is the fourteen realms.

The fifteenth realm will not be able to reach the next killing disaster.

Therefore, in the past three or four hundred years, Zhenlu has failed without exception.

"How could it be...How could the Lord Guzhu succeed?!"

Jun Wu was so happy that his face bathed in the dark air couldn't help but show a joyful expression, "The sky harmed my Black Tide Clan, but now there is an ancient master who has successfully arrived at this time!

And with Lord Ancient Lord, the Black Tide Clan will be able to unify humans in the next century!

In the future, we can gather the power of the world, strengthen our dark tide, and then unite with the invasion of the heavenly way to kill this thief God!"

He looked up at the void almost devoutly, "Miscellaneous years of resentment, finally Koko has a home!"

Following the breath, Shiwu pushed the door out excitedly. He saw the man standing with his hands hanging down before the frozen water.

The man's silver hair and holding the hanging black umbrella in his hand, he didn't look scary at all.

Jung-shou walked up to him and said in a gulp: "Je-shou has met the lord."

Xia Ji turned his head and looked beside him. The black air was burning with black air. He was a giant three or four meters tall. He suddenly laughed and said, "Yuan, are you drinking?"

Shishu:???

Xia Ji didn't say much, and grabbed two bottles of high-concentration spirits from his arms, one bottle of 80 cents...

Then he threw a bottle and gave it to the slab.

Jean-shi was stunned, but he did not dare to refuse the gift from the ancient master, so he took the bottle.

But he had never drunk this thing.

Xia Ji glanced at him, picked up the wine block with both hands and pulled it out gently, leaned over Bingxue and took a deep breath, then leaned over his lips and drank it hard.

The monk followed suit and started drinking it. After taking a few sips, he tasted it. He felt that it was no different from the water, so he said, "It's tasteless."

Xia Ji said: "That's because your life level is too high. Just lower it a little, and you can feel the taste of this wine.

Wine is often a thing that drowns sorrow in the world. Although drinking to relieve sorrow is even more sorrowful, you can finally drink it.”

If others had told Jue Wu this, Jue Wu would have slapped the man to death.

But what he saw now was Lord Ancient Lord.

So, although Jun Wu didn't believe it, he thought he could give it a try. After all, being too resentful is also a torture, and it also makes you uncomfortable. It is also good to be able to relieve it slightly.

But who will be so bored that he will lower his life level without any trouble?

Just as Jue Wu was about to say something, he suddenly realized that the silver-haired man in front of him seemed to have no power at all. If it weren't for the ancient master's aura emitted by that body, he would be an ordinary mortal.

He realized it.

"Sir, have you lowered your life level?"

Xia Ji didn't answer, but just drank another sip of wine. The taste in the wine was the taste of the world, like a knife cutting the heart. It relieves the injury once, and if the pain is too much, you won't feel the pain.

Jue Wu completely realized that he saw that the adults were drinking so deliciously, and he was very curious about the wine.

So, an extremely rich karma surged from his body. The karma black wave thought of him to crush him, and yes, his life level began to decline rapidly...

However, the resentful lord of Zhenwu is still too strong after all, and he cannot completely surrender.

Xia Ji said gently: "I'll help you."

After saying that, I raised my hand and it was like a vast ocean of karma that quickly poured into Jade's body...

With the concerted efforts of the two, soon the level of life of Shin-Han was reduced to a human.

Xia Ji outlined the void with his right hand, drew a talisman similar to a seal and directly slapped it on the body of the talisman.

From now on, as long as the slaughter is not as strong as he is, he will not be able to break the seal on his own initiative.

At this time, Juewu had already drank a sip of strong wine. The wine rushed into his throat and then burned in his internal organs. Many resentment was released in this numbness, just like a basin of ice water poured on the flames of sin.

Jun Wu sighed comfortably, "It's still the Lord of the Ancient Lord who knows a lot."

The two sat in front of the frozen stream for dozens of miles, drinking one by one. After drinking for a while, the two of them were so drunk that they started talking nonsense.

And because of the decline of his life level, his body actually began to shrink until he became a boy...
To be continued...