NOVEL NEXT Chapter 83 Accident
The way forward had been blocked, and Zhang Jingming and Ye Fan could not leave here for the time being, so they returned to the depths of the primitive ruins and listened to the boasts of the big monks with relish.
The two of them mingled among the many casual cultivators, quietly listening to other people's conversations and remaining silent.
Although Ye Fan, who looked like a young boy, surprised some people around him, the two of them were very low-key and did not stand out among the crowd.
"Then what does this Donghuang human race's most precious treasure look like?"
Many monks and casual cultivators from small sects didn't know much about Huangta. They had never had the opportunity to come into contact with the relevant secrets before. Some people couldn't help but ask questions immediately.
"Desolate Pagoda, Desolate Pagoda, as the name suggests, this treasure is naturally a pagoda. Its body has nine layers, and it has vast and unpredictable power!"
"This treasure is immortal and will last forever. With a shake of the tower, it can easily suppress all the strong men in the world. There is no person or thing that it cannot suppress, and no one can rival it!"
An old monk from a large sect stroked his snow-white beard, cleared his throat, and then spoke slowly.
The old man's face glowed red as he spoke, and his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had transformed into the invincible master holding the desolate tower.
"Hiss! Is this desolate tower really that powerful?"
Many monks and monks from small sects gasped when they heard this. They couldn't imagine the power of this Donghuang human race's treasure.
"Hmph! This is natural! Even if your cultivation is astonishing, your power is unparalleled, you have reached an unprecedented level, and you are looking down upon the entire Eastern Wilderness, you still cannot withstand the suppression of the Huangta! Otherwise, how can this Huangta be called the Eastern Wilderness human race? The ultimate treasure!"
When he heard that someone seemed not to believe what he was saying, the old man puffed his beard and glared, and then slowly told some rumors that were not sure whether they were true or false.
"From ancient times to the present, whenever Huangta is born, I don't know how many invincible powerful men have been suppressed by it, and they have returned to the West with hatred! No existence can resist Huangta's suppression!"
"It's even said that Huangta has killed legendary immortals!"
As soon as these words came out, it was truly shocking, and the surrounding area suddenly became silent. Many monks were stunned, and all of them felt their mouths were dry and speechless.
Seeing that everyone around him was feeling hot and looking at him with gleaming eyes, this old monk from a famous sect seemed very proud and released another bombshell.
"In the endless years ago, an immortal was born in this land of the Eastern Wasteland, which shocked the world and was recorded in ancient books. However, this immortal was directly suppressed alive! A generation of immortals died directly!"
The old man swore so firmly that everyone was dumbfounded and surprised.
This desolate tower is so unbelievable that it is hard not to be moved by it.
Many people were delighted when they heard it, feeling that they had learned a lot this time.
As for whether immortals ever really existed, there has been controversy in the world of immortality cultivation in today's world, and there is no conclusion.
After all, no one in the world has ever seen a real immortal.
Although powerful monks can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, move mountains and burn seas, catch stars and capture the moon, and even live for thousands of years, they are no different from immortals in the eyes of ordinary people.
However, as long as those who have entered the spiritual practice have a little knowledge, they will know that the so-called immortals have always existed only in myths and legends.
However, although many monks present have never seen an immortal, they can imagine that if an immortal really exists, he must be extremely powerful and superior to all monks in the world!
It is really shocking that such a powerful immortal can hardly withstand the suppression of this Donghuang human race's most precious treasure.
It’s hard to imagine how incredible the desolate tower must be!
Zhang Jingming and Ye Fan listened quietly for a while, then went to other gathering circles of casual cultivators and heard a lot of useful information.
During this period, the two also met several elders from Lingxu Cave Heaven, following the great cultivator from Shaking Light Holy Land.
The two of them just glanced at each other from a distance and did not step forward rashly.
Finally, the two left and came to a mountain to look for wild fruits to satisfy their hunger.
I experienced so many things this day and night, and I haven't eaten all the time. If an ordinary person was hungry, his chest would be pressed against his back.
Of course, not to mention that Zhang Jingming is actually just a shadow clone at this time, that is, his true body is here. At this time, his cultivation has already reached the realm of life spring, and he is about to build a divine bridge in the sea of wheels. The ability to starve is still there.
However, Zhang Jingming also has basic appetites, and he also needs to take care of Ye Fan, a child under eleven years old, right?
Although Ye Fan's real age has long been over twenty years old, he now looks about ten years old. In terms of appearance, he can only be regarded as a child.
The vegetation in this mountainous area was quite lush, and the two of them quickly found edible wild fruits and started feasting on them.
"All the wild animals in this mountain range have run away. Otherwise, I have to catch some wild game to try! I can only eat vegetarian food every day in Lingxu Cave. I'm really fed up with this kind of life..."
Ye Fan grabbed a fist-sized, plump and juicy wild fruit, took a hard bite, and muttered in his mouth.
"Fan'er, don't worry, when things here are over and we get out of this primitive ruins, your Uncle Zhang will take you to have a feast!"
Zhang Jingming on the side looked at the receding night, thinking of the various rare delicacies, fragrant mash and fine wines prepared for him by the Li family in Qingfeng Town before. He couldn't help but salivate, move his index finger, and even the ordinary wild fruit in his hand seemed to have changed. Much more delicious.
Boom!
Just when the two of them finished eating the wild fruits and wanted to leave the mountain, a dull sound of thunder came from another mountain nearby.
"This is……"
Climbing up the mountain, the two of them saw black mist surging among the mountains ahead, spreading continuously and covering all directions.
Vaguely, Zhang Jingming and Ye Fan, relying on the monks' powerful eyesight, could still see broken ancient chariots flying among them.
And these ancient chariots also carry a series of shadowy figures. Their whole bodies are covered with rusty tungsten iron armor. They either hold black Yin knives or black Ming Ge in their hands, flowing with death. Qi is not like a living thing.
The unknown beings carried by the ancient chariot were a bit like the Inferi. They seemed to be fighting a monk. Occasionally, shouts could be heard, but the black mist blocked the view, making it difficult to see clearly.
Seeing this, Zhang Jingming's eyes flashed with light. He focused his gaze and saw a chubby figure jumping up and down in the black mist. He was wearing a Taoist robe, but it looked nondescript.
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