The drunkard kept feeling frightened. He subconsciously picked up the flask and took a sip. The hot wine fell down his throat. Then he took courage and asked: "Holy Monk, this place is like the ghost land of the underworld.
What is this place going to do?”
The bald monk usually lives alone, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like to talk.
Listening to the drunkard's questions, his face became more and more ugly, and he said: "This place is called Dark City. In the original design story, this place was originally a wedding city. It was a city specially built for a newlywed couple when two famous families got married.
, but the marriage between these two famous families made the other famous family feel jealous, so they secretly contacted a group of extremely vicious monks and launched a surprise attack on the newlyweds on the night of their wedding. That night, the wedding city directly changed into...
It became a Shura field, and none of the people attending the wedding banquet of the two famous families survived, and all were beheaded. In the set story, the groom was so resentful that his soul persisted and became a ghost cultivator, and eventually became the big boss of this place.
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"Could it be that the holy monk wanted to come here to resolve his grievances and slay demons, but was overtaken by others and gained the merit?" The drunkard didn't understand everything. He looked at the ugly bald monk and guessed.
The bald monk was slightly startled and said: "You are somewhat right. In fact, according to what I know, this ghost cultivator has a Yin Gathering Ring in his body. As long as this ghost cultivator is sure that the great revenge has been avenged, it will
At the moment when the soul is gone, all its energy will be gathered in this Yin Gathering Ring, and the power of this Yin Gathering Ring will be very terrifying."
The drunkard still couldn't understand the meaning of the original design story, but he did understand that the bald monk originally wanted to acquire a powerful magic weapon. He became more and more curious and asked: "Since this ghost cultivator has always been here,
Could it be that it is so fierce that no one has been able to deal with it before? Holy monk, you found a way to deal with it, but when you came here, someone happened to beat you to it?"
At this point, the drunkard's heart suddenly became agitated. Maybe it was just because the bald monk spent more time in the Ancient Ancient Sect that someone took the lead.
"How could it be such a coincidence?" The bald monk frowned deeply and said: "This dark city was in a desperate situation before, shrouded in two kinds of spiritual poisons, one kind of spiritual poison is laughing gas that can cause mental and will collapse, and the other is spiritual poison.
Poison can turn a person's whole body into petrification. Normally, there are no monks here at all, so I arrived just in time for the opening of the Dark City."
"Calculate the opening time?" The drunkard asked in surprise: "Does it mean that it is impossible to enter here at all, and can only be entered at certain times?"
The bald monk squinted his eyes and descended. He kept sensing the energy around him and said slowly: "This place should have been opened a long time ago. The spiritual poison here is different from the spiritual poison in other places. The spiritual poison in other places is different."
Most of the time, some destructive rays remain in the world-destroying battle, but the spiritual poison here is just the design of the cultivation world itself, just to prevent monks from entering in advance before the dungeon is opened. As long as the timeline is corrected, the dungeon will naturally open
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The drunkard couldn't understand it more and more, but the bald monk seemed to have confirmed his judgment and continued with a sneer, "The timeline here has been revised, and the time for the spiritual poison to completely dissipate is no more than half a cup of tea. Even if it is true,
A monk happened to arrive here, and it would take more than a few seconds just to use the method to explore and confirm that there are no spiritual poisons left here, let alone find the correct method to solve the ghost cultivators here."
The drunkard was startled and said: "What the holy monk means is that not only does someone know the secrets here, but he also accurately calculated the time when this place will open, and has already taken the lead to deal with the ghost cultivator and seize the Yin Gathering."
ring?"
The bald monk nodded and sneered silently.
It's only possible.
The one who can take away the Yin Gathering Ring here one step ahead must be an alien like him.
In fact, this Yin Gathering Ring is not an extremely important thing to him. For him, it is just a powerful weapon. But just like Chen Wangchu he encountered before, such aliens will eventually pose a great threat to him.
And since the other party can perceive the timeline so clearly, it is very likely that he is the creator who knows the settings or an experienced player who has experienced many dungeons. If he does not find this person, I am afraid this person will continue to destroy him.
thing.
"Looks like we still have to touch it." Before the drunkard spoke again, the bald monk had already made up his mind and sneered to himself.
Whoosh!
There was an unusual sound in the sleeves of the bald monk, which startled the drunkard.
When the drunkard took a closer look, he found that it was a plump white mouse with no hair on its body.
This white mouse is very strange. It can actually emit light and fly away.
When the bald monk paused three feet above the ground, it had already landed in the ruins below. It sniffed here and there, sniffing here and there, and quickly moved around in a circle.
The bald monk just waited with a sneer, but within ten breaths, the white mouse had already returned to him and squeaked at him.
The bald monk nodded, and the white mouse jumped on his shoulder, and then made a squeaking sound, as if it was pointing the way. Then the bald monk did not stop, and used the strange space escape magic weapon to keep moving.
A whirlwind of inspiration.
This time, the drunkard got used to the shuttle of this kind of space magic weapon. He only felt the whirlwind surging outside him and the scenery constantly changing, but he didn't feel any discomfort at all.
Looking at the hairless white mouse that kept squeaking, he asked curiously: "Holy Monk, can you understand what it's saying?"
"This is a genetic beast set by the system. It is called a tracking spirit rat in the world of cultivation. Whoever the system sets as its master can understand its pronunciation. There is nothing strange about it. Its sense of smell is better than any magical weapon.
You have to be sensitive, as long as it smells the scent, even if this person uses the space method to travel hundreds of miles, it can trace the scent flowing with the vitality hundreds of miles away." As the bald monk spoke, his expression darkened again.
Then he sneered again and again, "It's really weird. If I don't catch you, I will really have to drink your foot-washing water."
The drunkard also saw some clues and said in surprise: "Holy Monk, do you know the other secret locations, but this person also happens to know them and is already on his way there?"
The bald monk snorted heavily and said nothing.
In the next moment, the whirlwind outside him and the drunkard was spinning rapidly, and the speed of space travel was obviously accelerated.
He seemed to have found the right direction and didn't even need to listen to the voice of the spirit rat on his shoulder.
"Horse riding!"
Just when it was time for tea, the bald monk suddenly stopped. Before the drunkard had time to see the surrounding scene clearly, he only heard the bald monk curse angrily.
A circle of golden Buddha light spread out in front of the drunkard's eyes.
Among the scattered Buddha light is a hill covered with jujube trees. There is a very ordinary earthen temple in the hill. There is a three-eye well behind the temple.
There is a Buddhist niche in the Tubei Temple. It seems that some kind of statue was originally enshrined in it, but at this time, the statue has disappeared, leaving only a clear trace of its chassis.
"Have you been taken one step ahead again?" The drunkard felt a little sad. He looked at the bald monk and even felt a little sympathy in his heart.
"The Thousand-Armed Buddha!" The bald monk gritted his teeth and said, "This is one of the most powerful bosses in the secret dungeon. As long as you can chop off its head, you can subdue it forever and become your demon servant. And this time
Killing it will completely change its vulnerability, and it will become stronger than when it stayed here."
Seeing the ferocious look on the bald monk's face, the drunkard was also frightened and did not dare to speak at all.
"Horse riding!"
In the next moment, the white hairless mouse squeaked twice, and the bald monk's face changed drastically. He almost roared, and in the roar of the whirlwind, he led the drunkard across the void.
After about a cup of tea, the bald monk and the drunkard appeared on top of a strange gourd-shaped mountain, and then he and the drunkard instantly fell down like a meteorite.
"Those who step on horses are those who step on horses!"
The moment he landed in a valley of this mountain, the bald monk glanced at him and screamed angrily.
The drunkard took a deep breath and realized that the bald monk seemed to have suffered a big loss.
He looked at the bald monk and didn't even dare to ask.
The bald monk's chest rose and fell violently, and he was breathing heavily.
This is the Long Live Mountain that one of the three old men in the ancient sect called Long Live Mountain.
Those in the Bulao Gu Sect were not clear about it, but he knew very well that the three old men were equivalent to the side mission publishers. As long as the Wanshou Turtle was brought back from here according to what the old man said, not only would it be possible to
The old man will get a unique reward in his hands, and it will also involve subsequent subplots.
In other words, it is like pulling out a series of frogs with a thread, and maybe the frog legs can catch big fish, and there will be plenty of meat behind them.
The world of cultivation is undergoing drastic changes right now. The more bonuses an alien like him can get, the more powerful and powerful his methods can be compared to other aliens.
But he didn't expect that the man had already arrived at two precious places before him, and now he had apparently kidnapped even the Wanshou Turtle in this place.
The Longevity Turtle in the Longevity Mountain was originally resting in a spiritual stone. Only after the plot was triggered could the Longevity Turtle appear. But now there was only a turtle-shaped stone in front of him that was split into two halves.
Who doesn't even have access to the hidden plot, and can make such a cross-cutting attack?
What he was certain of was that the people who got there faster than him never came into contact with the three old men.
So what kind of anomaly is this?
Could it be the surviving system administrator, or someone who read the entire design document, including the mission statement, in the background?