If there is nothing special about this demon mountain, why does this great demon live in seclusion here?
It's really impossible to explain.
Xiao Muyang couldn't help but fell into deep thought, completely unaware that the white-haired old man above was looking down at his direction, with a hint of murderous intent in his turbid eyes.
"How long will you continue to hide?"
A cold voice came out, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, which made Xiao Muyang's head tremble suddenly. He suddenly raised his head and found that the old man was looking at him, his face suddenly turned pale.
Surprisingly, it was discovered!
"Senior, I just want to avoid being chased and have no intention of disturbing the purity of this place. I am leaving now!" Xiao Muyang quickly explained and was about to leave without daring to delay for a moment.
"Come here whenever you want, leave whenever you want, what kind of place do you think this is?" the white-haired old man said indifferently. Although his voice was not loud, it revealed an extremely powerful intimidating force.
Xiao Muyang trembled inwardly, and his body suddenly froze in place, making no further moves.
This old man's voice can shock Yu Yang to injury. In this old man's eyes, he is no different from an ant. At most, he is a bigger ant. There are ten thousand ways to crush him to death.
Suddenly realizing something, Xiao Muyang looked up at the old man, with a respectful look on his face, cupped his fists and said, "As long as senior is willing to let me live, everything will be easy to discuss."
"Trespassers here will be killed without mercy. You saw what happened just now. He can withstand my voice without dying, but can you do it?" The old man asked, his tone still indifferent.
"But senior finally let him live. If senior really wanted him to die, how could he leave alive." Xiao Muyang replied calmly: "If senior really wanted to kill me, he would have done it from the beginning. There was no way
You have to talk nonsense to a little person like me."
Hearing Xiao Muyang's words, the old man's expression moved slightly, and he looked at him with a deep look. After a moment of silence, he said: "You are not old, but you have a lot of thoughts."
"I don't dare to take it seriously." Xiao Muyang said humbly, feeling a little secretly happy in his heart. It seemed that his guess was right. The old man did not have such a strong intention to kill him, and there was still hope for a turn in the matter.
"I can spare your life, but you have to do something for me." The old man said.
"What is it?" Xiao Muyang asked, and his originally relaxed heart suddenly became nervous. This matter must not be simple, otherwise with the strength of this old man, why would he be allowed to do it.
"You will understand later." The old man replied lightly. After saying this, he waved his palm casually, and a dark storm swept out downwards. Xiao Muyang's body was directly involved in the storm, as if it was swallowed up by it.
It just fell off.
The old man walked downwards and disappeared into the forest in the blink of an eye. Also disappearing with him was the terrifying dark storm.
In the deepest part of the Monster Mountain, there is no light at all. This space is filled with heavy pressure. Only an old man with white hair is here, and that old figure conveys a sense of loneliness.
In front of the white-haired old man, a long sword was inserted into the ground. The sword body showed a light green color, and many twisted lines were engraved on it, faintly outlining a pattern. It looked like a totem, but also like some kind of strange
The texture makes it difficult for people to understand the true meaning.
Not only that, but from this long sword, there was also an extremely strong aura of demons, so that the surrounding space was filled with auras of demons.
This is a demon sword.
Not far from the old man, a figure in white was lying there quietly. He had a handsome appearance and an extraordinary temperament. This figure was naturally Xiao Muyang.
"Young Master, I have found a body for you. This person has a good appearance. Although his talent is not comparable to that of the Young Master, he is still passable. The Young Master will take him away and practice again. Sooner or later he will be able to return to his peak."
The white-haired old man suddenly spoke, seemingly addressing the demon sword in front of him.
"My time is short, and I can no longer protect my young master. This is the last thing I can do for my young master. I beg you to forgive me." The old man said again, with a tone that seemed to be filled with sadness and sadness.
With a bit of reluctance.
"Buzz!"
The originally quiet demon sword suddenly trembled violently, emitting a harsh sword sound, and the demon energy in the surrounding space began to become chaotic, faintly turning into a storm of demon energy, as if it was spurred by some kind of force.
Seeing the sudden change in front of him, the old man's turbid eyes suddenly shot out a sharp edge, staring at the demon sword in front of him. The ancient and unwavering face was full of shock, as if he had seen an incredible scene.
.
The demon sword appears, has the young master’s consciousness awakened?
"Young Master, can you hear what the old slave said?" the old man asked again, looking extremely nervous, as if he was afraid that he had guessed wrong.
At this time, the demon sword was trembling a little more violently than before, as if in response to the old man's words.
"Okay, okay... the young master has finally regained consciousness now. The efforts of the old slave over the years have not been in vain. Even if he dies now, he can rest in peace." The old man said with tears in his eyes, which was completely different from the calm and indifferent attitude just now.
One can imagine how happy he felt at the moment.
His greatest wish in this life was to see the young master awakening to consciousness, and at this moment, his wish came true.
"Now that the young master has regained consciousness, he can seize this person directly without me having to do anything." The old man said with a smile.
The old man's original plan was to seal Xiao Muyang's soul and make him a living dead. He would stay here until one day when the young master's consciousness awakened and he would be killed.
Unexpectedly, this day came so quickly.
The old man looked in the direction of Xiao Muyang, grabbed his hand from the air, and Xiao Muyang's body immediately flew forward and landed in front of the demon sword.
"Young Master, take action now, I will protect you." The old man said, his eyes flashing with excitement, and soon he would be able to see the Young Master again.
"Buzz!" The demon sword made a rapid sword sound, seeming to be very excited.
Then the demon sword released streaks of demon brilliance, which fell on Xiao Muyang's body, making Xiao Muyang's whole body bathed in the demon light, and his temperament became even more outstanding, like the son of the demon god, who was sacred and could not be desecrated.
The old man looked at the scene in front of him with an extremely pleased expression. The reason why he did not kill Xiao Muyang was because he took a fancy to Xiao Muyang's appearance and temperament. Although compared with the young master, it was a world of difference, but it was definitely thousands of miles away among human beings.
If you were to pick one, it would be hard to find a more suitable person to take over.
It can be seen from Yao Jian's reaction just now that the young master also likes this body very much.
As time goes by, the brilliance of the demon on Xiao Muyang's body becomes more and more dazzling, and his whole body is filled with an extremely strong aura of the demon, which makes the old man's eyes look strange. This man's body can perfectly integrate the power of the demon. Could it be that he also
Have you practiced the evil way?
It seems that this is the only explanation.
At this moment, Xiao Muyang frowned slightly and seemed to have regained consciousness, but still did not open his eyes. He felt a force invading his body. He wanted to fight it, but he used
Without any strength, his body no longer seemed to belong to him.
Xiao Muyang's soul trembled crazily, trying his best to resist the invading force, but to no avail. The force directly suppressed his soul and gradually took over his body, hoping to become the new owner of this body.
Under the suppression of that force, Xiao Muyang's consciousness became blurred again, and he soon fell into a deep sleep.
Just when that force was about to take full control of Xiao Muyang's body, there was suddenly a soft sound, as if something was broken. The next moment, a supreme aura swept through Xiao Muyang's body, directly suppressing that force.
"Huh?" The white-haired old man frowned suddenly, obviously sensing something was wrong.
At the same moment, a phantom emerged from Xiao Muyang's body. It was an old man, and his aura was extremely restrained. After he appeared, the evil spirit in this space suddenly became quiet.
The white-haired old man stared at the old man in front of him, and a sense of crisis suddenly arose in his heart. His intuition told him that this man was very powerful and was probably above him.
"A mere little demon from the Tianpeng tribe actually dares to touch his thoughts. Do you think you have lived too long?" The old man looked at the white-haired old man indifferently and said calmly.
The white-haired old man's pupils suddenly shrank. This man could tell at a glance that his true form was Tianmeng, and he even called him a little demon. What was his origin?
"Who are you?" the Tianpeng tribe old man asked in a deep voice, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
"You shouldn't ask me who I am, but who he is." The old man replied calmly.
The Tianpeng clan old man's heart trembled, and he glanced at Xiao Muyang beside him. This man was in the early stage of Tiangang cultivation, but he contained the thoughts of such a strong man in his body. This shows that his identity must be unusual.
However, he probably didn't know that this idea existed in his body, otherwise he wouldn't have been so respectful when facing him before.
The old man from the Tianpeng tribe looked forward again and asked, "Who is he?"
"Someone you can't afford to offend." The old man responded, his tone still calm.
"You know that I am Tianpeng, but do you know where I come from?" The old man from the Tianpeng tribe looked a little colder and said proudly: "With the power behind me, there are not many people who I can't afford to offend!"
"The frog at the bottom of the well." The old man spit out a voice, which made the Tianpeng tribe's old man's face turn pale. He had seen so many great things in the world, but this man actually called him a frog at the bottom of the well. Did he think he was great?
"Sixty years ago, the emperor of the Tianpeng tribe was murdered by his subordinates. A civil strife broke out in the Tianpeng tribe. The major branches killed each other and competed for the throne. In the end, a new Tianpeng emperor was born, ending this civil strife."
The old man spoke slowly, as if talking to himself.
However, after he said these words, the expression of the Tianpeng old man immediately froze there, and he could not say a word!
[The author has something to say]
This chapter took me a whole day to write, and I revised it many times, and finally it was written.
Some readers do not understand the plot of Lei Dang Mountain and think it is superfluous and can be written or not. That is because Qianqiu did not pave the way in advance. Writing Lei Dang Mountain is actually paving the way for the plot of Monster Mountain. Looking back, there should be some differences.
Same feeling.
There is not enough time tonight, there is no chapter 2.