The next morning, the sun rose and the mountains were still filled with thick white fog.
Suddenly, two spots of light appeared on the horizon. They were still far away at first, but soon they became clear. They were two dazzling rainbows, flying towards us at full speed.
More than ten breaths later, Jinghong had approached the valley that had turned into ruins. With a slight flicker, the halo of light dispersed, and the two figures gradually became clear.
They are two old men in their fifties, but their hair colors are completely different.
The one on the left has a childlike face and fair hair, without a single wrinkle on his face. Only the weathered look in the corners of his eyes reveals that he is a cultivator who has experienced strong winds and heavy rains.
As for the old man on the right, he has silver hair, his eyebrows and beard are all white, and the wrinkles on his face are like tree bark. It is obvious that the skills he practices have no rejuvenating effect at all.
This is not surprising, after all, many male monks don't care about changes in appearance at all.
At this time, the two of them came to the sky above the valley and had a clear view of the scene below. Both of them couldn't help but take a breath of cold air wherever they looked.
"Brother Murong, you said that the old monster Huoyun is going through the tribulation. Is this true?" The black-haired old man's voice reached his ears, with a bit of anxiety on his face. After all, Lord Huoyun has a notorious reputation.
This old monster has a very weird personality. If he dares to trespass into his territory, if he doesn't do anything right, he will be ripped off.
"Brother Situ, please rest assured. Although I heard about this matter by chance, it is absolutely credible and true. What's more, look at the scene in front of you. Even the Fire Cloud Valley has been reduced to ruins. Apart from the catastrophe, what else is there?
With such power, I think that old monster probably died in the catastrophe." The silver-haired old man put his hand on his forehead, with a bit of excitement on his face.
"But don't you think the power of this Vitality Tribulation is a bit too great?" The black-haired old man had a cautious character. His eyes scanned below and he spoke suspiciously.
His suspicions were well-founded. One night had passed, but the ground was still molten. They were suspended in mid-air, and they could still feel the heat coming towards their faces.
Especially the big hole right in front, which is bottomless.
"This...maybe, but both of us are only in the late Nascent Soul stage. We have never witnessed the power of the Dongxuan Stage Yuan Qi Tribulation. We have only seen descriptions in some classics. Maybe those are just rumors.
, the catastrophe of vitality in the Dongxuan period is really so powerful."
This explanation is not a strong argument, but the doubts in the heart of the black-haired old man still cannot be dispelled: "But even so, where are the disciples and grandsons of Old Demon Huoyun? Could it be that Old Demon Zeng has overcome the tribulation? One or two of them
, they all died from the catastrophe."
"Of course this is impossible. We don't know exactly what happened in Wushan that day. Maybe the old demon died and they scattered."
"Can……"
"Okay, Brother Situ, as the saying goes, if you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't catch the tiger's cubs. Anyway, the death of the old devil is real. Besides, we haven't found other immortal cultivators around here, so we should hurry up and look for the treasures left by the old devil.
, this old demon Huo is famous for his rich wealth. If we can find the things he left behind, it is very possible for you and me to advance to Dongxuan, let alone Lihe, and we will be able to practice without any worries in the future.
"When the silver-haired old man said this, his face was full of excitement.
"That's true, but why does Brother Murong have to ask me to cooperate?" the black-haired old man said with a gleam in his eyes.
"This..." After hearing this question, the silver-haired old man showed some hesitation on his face.
"If Brother Situ doesn't say anything, please forgive me for not being able to accompany you."
"Fellow Taoist, stay." The silver-haired old man sighed: "Actually, this is not a problem. This old monster is not only surly, but also extremely stingy. In order to prevent the treasures he collects from being stolen by others, he has a special layer on the outside.
prohibition."
"Special restrictions, what does that mean?"
"This restriction is extremely powerful, but the most troublesome thing is that it cannot be broken with force. Otherwise, even if the restriction can be broken, the formation inside will be activated and the treasure will be destroyed."
"I would rather be broken than broken, you are such a cruel old man." The black-haired old man gritted his teeth, as if he had great hatred for the old monster Huo.
"Yes, but this formation is not impossible to break. People with the same bloodline as the old monster Huo can go in and close the formation. I don't need to tell you about the life experience of fellow Taoist. You and the old monster
, although there is a blood feud, he himself can be regarded as a junior member of his family." The voice of the silver-haired old man reached his ears.
"I see. Is the information from fellow Taoist reliable?"
"Brother Situ, don't worry, there will be nothing wrong. After we get the treasure, how about we share it equally?" the silver-haired old man said with excitement.
The black-haired old man was not moved by the heavy profit. Instead, he raised his head and looked into the distance, with a look of deep thought on his face, as if there was something difficult to decide.
a long time.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, I can cooperate with you, but..."
"how?"
"I will get the treasure soon. Just as we agreed before, two plus one will make five, so Brother Murong won't have any other thoughts." The black-haired old man said calmly.
"Fellow Taoist, you are joking. You and I are both immortal cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage. Our magical powers and treasures are all very different. What's more, we have known each other for hundreds of years. We know each other well. How can I betray my trust?" The voice of the silver-haired old man laughed dryly.
into the ears.
"I hope so."
The two finally reached an agreement and were discussing getting the treasure. However, at this moment, something unexpected happened.
boom!
The loud sound reached my ears, like a thunderbolt passing through the air. No, the sound was much louder, and the whole earth was shaking.
The two monks were stunned. Could it be that there was an earthquake?
"Brother Murong, look..." The black-haired old man's voice reached his ears, but he stopped abruptly after saying only a few words.
The silver-haired old man was startled and quickly turned his head following the sound, only to find he was equally stunned.
The change came from the big hole under their feet.
In fact, they noticed this cave as soon as they arrived. However, it was so deep that they could not see where it led. As for their spiritual consciousness, it was useless because deep in the cave was filled with a large amount of vitality and chaos.
It interferes with the operation of spiritual consciousness, so I don't know what's inside.
Of course, if they are really driven by curiosity, the two monks can go down by themselves, but of course they will not do such a stupid thing.
Although they are only in the Nascent Soul stage, they certainly understand the reason why a son of a rich man should not be buried in the palace. I don't know what is in this cave, but it cannot be a treasure, and there is a chance that he will encounter danger.
The rumbling sound reached the ears, and the source of the vibration was coming from deep underground.
Both of them had extremely ugly expressions on their faces, staring blankly at the end of the big hole.
More than ten breaths of time passed by in a flash, and then a fiery red color appeared in their eyes.
"Oh my God, what is that?"
The silver-haired old man exclaimed, but before he could finish his words, the magma was already gushing out from inside, and a pillar of light rising hundreds of feet into the sky. Then the magma scattered from inside, thick smoke billowed, and gravel passed through the air. What a scene.
, similar to the legendary volcanic eruption.
But there are obviously no volcanoes here.
The two old men were a little shocked. Feeling the gradually rising temperature around them, they each took out their own defensive magic weapons. After all, they were also Nascent Soul cultivators. This scene similar to a volcanic eruption still did not scare the two of them.
of.
The magma is only a few hundred degrees high. Of course, there is no problem if the magma is over a thousand degrees, but it is far from enough to break through their shield.
What surprised the two of them was, what exactly was in the cave?
If they weren't worried about the treasure left by the old monster Huo Yun, they could still leave here. However, at this moment, they can't do that. Even if they know that they may encounter danger, they can only bite the bullet and wait. This is the death of man and money.
, the principle of birds dying for food.
The magma gushed out for about a quarter of an hour, but it showed no intention of stopping. Instead, it became more and more thick.
boom!
The ground trembled violently, and something suddenly ejected from the hole in the ground, hitting it hard and falling more than a hundred feet away.
There was originally a mountain peak there, but it collapsed under the impact of this object.
Rubbles fell like rain, and the expressions of the two old men were even more horrified. After the objects were ejected, although magma continued to erupt, it was much weaker than before.
"Brother Murong..."
"It is a blessing, not a curse. It is a curse that cannot be avoided. Now that you have encountered it, go and find out what it is like."
The silver-haired old man hesitated for a moment, and then a slow voice reached his ears.
His choice is of course meaningful. If the unknown thing is really dangerous, it is too late to hide now. In this case, it is better to be a bachelor. As the saying goes, the coward will starve to death, and the bold will die of starvation.
The world of cultivating immortals has always been a place where crises and opportunities coexist, and it may not be certain what kind of rare treasure will be born.
With this thought in his mind, the silver-haired old man's eyes showed a fiery look, and his fear seemed to have diminished a lot.
"Okay, since Brother Murong has made this choice, I will risk my life to accompany you." The black-haired old man had similar thoughts.
Then the two of them looked at each other, each showed their magical powers, and flew towards the place where the mysterious object fell.
Arrived soon.
However, looking at the ruins in front of them, the two of them still took a deep breath.
Although the mountain is not very high, only about two to three hundred feet, it was reduced to the ground with one blow, which still shows the power of this mysterious thing.
What exactly will it be?
The two of them didn't know that the thing was buried by the collapsed rocks.
The silver-haired old man frowned, and with a flick of his sleeve, a strong wind suddenly came out. Wherever it passed, rocks were thrown up one after another, revealing the mysterious things hidden underneath.
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