Chapter 488: The hero and heroine in Wushan (1)

With the death of that demon cultivator, a demon pill rolled out.
Li Fuyao bent over and picked it up.
Then found some magical artifacts beside the demon repair body.
Thinking of the bone in the lake before, he was silent for a while.
Thinking that the young monk named Caomu died here like this, it seemed really not worth it.
But in this world, although everyone's fate has not been fixed, since it happened, there is no way to change it.
Li Fuyao put away those things.
After walking a distance along the lake, I saw a path leading to somewhere, and went up.
Yanle is not here, so he simply stays away from him.
If Yanle stayed with him, he would naturally try his best to save his life, but since Yanle chose this way, Li Fuyao couldn't do more.
I don't know where the trail leads.
But you also need to be careful when you think about it, because no one knows what will happen next.
Li Fuyao tried his best to conceal the sword energy on his body.
The forest path is very quiet.
I don't know what kind of trees are planted by the side of the road, but they are obviously not in the outside world.
Li Fuyao stopped and took off a star-shaped leaf, carefully examined it in the palm of his hand, and confirmed that it was not something created by magic, but a real leaf.
But in this world, no matter whether it is mountains, rivers or demon land, such trees have never existed, but in Wushan Mountain?
Isn't this strange?
Li Fuyao sighed, it turns out that Wushan Mountain is really not an ordinary place.
Li Fuyao was a little lost, but suddenly a lot of weird bugs flew down from this tree. Those bugs made a harsh scream and were about to fall on Li Fuyao's neck, seemingly to his blood.
Only a moment later, a sword of light emerged here.
Li Fuyao held Mingyue and picked a worm with one sword. Then there were several swords and several worms. Some of them, the sword fell in the wrong position, and fell on the back of those worms, but they failed to make a sword. Cut off, but made a sound like the intersection of gold and stone.
It even brought up a few sparks.
Li Fuyao is already a swordsman in the Taiqing realm. Whether he is a sword aura or anything else, he can't be said to be weak, but why his sword failed to kill a small insect.
He frowned slightly, and then the sword fell to the necks of the bugs, and then all the bugs were killed.
Li Fushaking looked down at the bugs that fell on the ground, and found that they were no different from those common ladybugs, but their shells were much harder than those ladybugs.
Because of the previous arrangement of the saint, the beasts in the Wushan Mountain, or anything else, can't turn into demons, but this does not prevent them from evolving to be more suitable for survival.
Everything in the world has always been the survival of the fittest.
This is true in the demon land of mountains and rivers, and it is also true in this misty mountain.
Li Fuyao was not interested in having trouble with these ladybugs, so he quickly took the sword and walked forward.
He wants to see where the trail ends.
Even though Wushan has been explored so many times by the disciples of the Sanjiao, there must be many places that have not been explored. Moreover, it is the first time Li Fuyao has entered Wushan. These places are unfamiliar to him.
What he wants to avoid is actually unrealistic.
As long as people or things in the world are predestined, under certain circumstances, they will naturally reunite.
Thinking of this, Li Fuyao felt helpless.
Moving forward we will always be closer to the end.
This is not a lie.
So after half a day, Li Fuyao really came to the end of the trail, and there was a cliff at the end of the trail.
Under the cliff is a sea.
No one knows why there is still a sea in Wushan.
But the fact is, since it exists, it exists.
This time is already sunset.
The falling clouds fell on the sea, sparkling.
Li Fuyao suddenly remembered an article by a certain young genius, in which there was a sentence, "The falling clouds and the lonely bird fly together, and the autumn water is the same."
I want to come and the scenery he sees now is no different.
Li Fuyao looked at this scene quietly, feeling a little beautiful.
But soon, he saw a girl running from somewhere, near the cliff, standing on the cliff, feeling a little at a loss.
There are still tears on a face.
Li Fuyao stood in the distance and looked at this scene without any emotion. He just turned his head slightly and looked at somewhere else.
An old man with a sword hanging from his waist approached here.
Because Li Fuyao had already concealed his sword spirit, and there were trees as a cover, the old man did not see Li Fuyao.
The old man looked at the girl who was frightened like a white rabbit, and grinned and said: "No matter how you run, there is the sea under the cliff. According to your cultivation base, jumping down is a dead word. It's better to follow the old man, don't worry, the old man will love you in every possible way."
While speaking, the old Xuanjian walked forward with undisguised in his eyes.
His eyes wandered over the girl's body, like looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
The girl cried, because of fear, she even fell to the edge of the cliff.
The most important thing for ordinary women is chastity. Some hard-working women don't even think of submission when facing these things, but want to keep their bodies.
But after starting to practice, regardless of men or women, perhaps the most important thing in their eyes is to practice, that is, how far they can go, but they don't care much about this.
This girl is not high in realm, and she hasn't practiced for a long time, she should still think about the importance of chastity.
So after a brief period of fear, she crawled towards somewhere behind the cliff, because of fear, she actually climbed faster.
When the old Xuanjian reached out her hand, she was already on the edge of the cliff.
Seeing the old man Xuanjian's hand stretched out, the girl's fear of emotion grew.
Extremely, she jumped from here without even thinking about it.
It's a jump, but it's actually more appropriate to use scrolling.
The old man Xuanjian looked down, feeling a little regretful. In this foggy mountain, there are not many women who are so good to bully.
There was only one, but it was gone in an instant.
Who can think of it?
But while he was sighing, he suddenly heard a voice from a distance.
"How can a person like you be equipped to practice swords?"
This voice is extremely indifferent, and the reason for the indifference is that the owner of the voice is very angry.
Having said this, a young man in a blue shirt and a sword box on his back came out.
He looked at the hanging sword old man and said seriously: "I will kill you later, your sword shouldn't be insulted like this."
The Old Man Hanging Sword was already a sword repairman in the Taiqing realm. He usually walked the world, and probably no Ye Xiu was willing to provoke him. But today, when he saw this young man in a green shirt, he was a little angry and then suddenly I thought of a possibility.
His face turned pale in an instant.
He thought of the identity of this person.
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Mist Mountain is not a mountain.
Just like the tigress is not a tiger.
Wushan is the cave mansion of the saint.
It was the residence of the saint who could not distinguish his identity.
But obviously Wushan is not that kind of ordinary residence.
It's not the kind of residence where a few yards just ended.
The saints have always been sitting high in the clouds, and nothing particularly important will not appear on earth.
Even if they leave the cloud and come to the world occasionally, they will not meet too many people.
It is not easy to meet the saint.
But this saint is an exception.
According to the research of the three religions, although this saint does not know which saint of the three religions, this saint never seems to be interested in being in the clouds. He has stayed in the world all his life.
He built such a foggy mountain in the world.
There are mountains and water inside, everything that should be there outside, and even birds and beasts. If it weren't suppressed by the magic of a saint, I'm afraid these birds and beasts would turn into demons.
But it's just no one.
The saint might be able to create an illusion through certain spells, making others think that this misty mountain is actually human.
But even if he stays in the world, if this saint likes to get along with others, he can find a place to live in the identity he wants to have, but he did not do so because he does not like to be with people. Deal with.
But anyway.
Wushan is a world.
This is a complete world, even day and night, and night and moon.
In the past, the Three Sects had asked their disciples to explore it many times, and the things in it were probably already clear.
So before the disciples of the Three Sects entered this place, their teacher told them many things in it, so they don’t have to panic at all. Apart from the demon race and the swordsman, all they have to do is to go as far as possible. Find the true residence of the saint.
Wushan is a world, and the saint lives in this world.
Naturally build houses.
The last time the Sanjiao disciples came to explore, Yan Huanran of Liangxi had found the residence of the saint, and found a stove of holy pill in that place.
Things like Sheng Dan will never be placed randomly.
If it is a normal place, you can find the saint's residence by following the route in Yan Huanran's memory.
But here is the foggy mountain, and it has been proved many times in the past that every time the foggy mountain is opened, the location of the saint's residence will change. Of course, after the change, maybe the things inside will also change.
The Sanjiao saints placed some magical artifacts and other things in Wushan this time, which is the key to determining the outcome of this time, but for most people, finding these things is actually not important, killing talents is important thing.
As long as you kill the opponent, you can find it slowly afterwards.
But if you fail to kill all your opponents, you will be snatched by someone if you find it.
Therefore, some people and demons with this mind, the first thing they do from entering Wushan is to find someone.
Find someone to kill.
Nanmiao was a young genius on the Taichu list. He was originally ranked extremely high. The highest one was the second. But in the past few years, he was injured when he broke the border and hurt his origin. Healing.
Let his ranking fall from second to fifth at the beginning.
But no one knew that during the two years he was healed, he had grown again, and he is now a monk at the peak of the Taiqing realm.
His master, the Ziyun Mountain in Liangxi, although not as good as the first-class Taoist temples like Shenxie Mountain and Yuwu Mountain, it is not bad at all in Liangxi. Ziyun Mountain has been produced for hundreds of years. The monks who climbed the stairs were all geniuses of the sky. Originally thought that with these monks, Ziyun Mountain would one day surpass Yuwu Mountain to become the second largest sect after Shenxie Mountain.
But who knows, after the Ziyun Mountain where several climbing monks appeared in the past hundreds of years, none of them have ever gone out again. As the life of the previous climbing monks is approaching, this Ziyun Mountain is only An old monk who climbed the building was left struggling to support.
Fortunately, at this time, there was a Nanmiao.
When this person entered Ziyun Mountain, he almost caused a group of uncles and teachers to fight for their heads. They all wanted to be admitted to his own sect, but in the end no one was able to succeed. Instead, the old monk who climbed the stairs was accepted as a closed disciple.
Now Nanmiao is the little uncle of Ziyun Mountain, and of course he is also the most outstanding person among the younger generation.
He failed to break through the border and was injured, and he fell off the list at the beginning. It is not a real thing to think about.
It's just a means to cover people's ears.
But this trip to the Mist Mountain is an extremely important event. Maybe he can become a blockbuster with this one, and since then he has surpassed Taoism and became the first person of the true young generation.
So Nanmiao is not going to hide it anymore.
He is going to kill.
The cultivators of the Three Sects wanted to kill people, nothing more than killing two kinds, either Jianshan disciples or Yaozu.
There are only two Jianshan disciples, and they are not very easy to kill, and they are all human races, so it makes no sense to kill them.
Therefore, if Nanmiao wanted to kill people, he was going to kill the monster monks.
As long as the fourteen young demon clan youths don't meet those big demon parents and children, Nanmiao feels that he can definitely win.
So after leaving the lake.
Nanmiao came to a canyon.
He waited three days and nights above the canyon.
There are days and nights in the Wushan Mountains.
He firmly believes that someone will pass here.
And it's not a human being, it must be a monster.
So he is willing to wait here.
Wait until the morning light emerges on the third day.
Sure enough, someone came.
The man carried a knife.
Nanmiao frowned.
He didn't see the slightest evil spirit in this person, but if it was a monk of the Three Sects, how could he carry a knife?
Nanmiao was very silent.
It is also very difficult to understand.
When the man walked past his hiding place, Nanmiao could see his face clearly.
This is the face of a middle-aged man.
The monks can easily keep their looks.
But the monks who have not enough realm will not do this.
Nanmiao smelled aging.
This is not a young man,
Almost at the same time that he was sure that this person was not a young man, Nanmiao took the shot.
He is a monk at the peak of Taiqing, and in many cases, he can easily win without using a weapon when facing the enemy in the same realm.
And this time he was a sneak attack.
His palm stretched out from somewhere.
With the majestic machine printed on the back of the man.
Only a bang was heard.
The man was hit by this palm unpreparedly, and then he was seriously injured.
The man flew out.
His eyes were full of fear.
Nanmiao walked out, came to the person, and probed carefully, only then said incrediblely: "So you are a wild cultivator..."
This incident is indeed incredible for Nanmiao.
During the trip to Wushan, the saints of the three religions jointly forced out this saint’s mansion from somewhere, selected twelve of the best young disciples of the three religions, and then let them come to Wushan to meet the Yaozu for six thousand years. The first time a fight.
No matter how you look at it, it is an extremely sacred thing.
But why is there a wild repair in Wushan now?
Nanmiao looked at him and asked, "Why did you come in?"
If Nanmiao was willing to guess, he would get this answer easily.
Why would he come in.
But in fact, this question has a deeper answer.
That Ye Xiu had been seriously injured. In order not to die immediately, he chose to answer Nanmiao's question, but his answer was obviously not what Nanmiao wanted.
He came for the magical artifacts in Wushan.
But what Nanmiao wants to know is, why can you come in?
Isn't there a saint watching outside?
Why did you come in?
If it is so easy to come in, what is the point of choosing us?
Nanmiao resisted angrily and asked, "Is anyone else coming in?"
The Ye Xiu thought for a while, and didn't dare to hide it, so he gave an accurate answer.
He knew that at least twenty people had entered Wushan Mountain.
This answer made Nanmiao almost crazy.
Twenty more people?
Nanmiao is a man with strong self-confidence, and a man with a strong ambition to win. Otherwise, he will not have thoughts that exceed Taoism. So when he hears such words, his first reaction is anger. .
why?
And since anger is born.
The first thing to do is to kill.
He looked at the Ye Xiu, his face gradually became indifferent, and he began to walk towards the man slowly.
"Don't..."
With a click.
He broke the wild Xiu's neck with his own hands.
Nanmiao was panting.
The eyes are a little red.
It's like a beast that chooses people to eat.
"It turns out that you people are no different from us..."
At this moment, a voice came from a distance.
There is a couple of men and women.
The woman is dressed in Tsing Yi and the man is dressed in black.
It was the man in the black robe who was talking.
The woman just looked at him, did not speak, and looked very indifferent.
Nanmiao gave birth to some murderous intent, and he looked at the man and woman because he smelled the evil spirit.
It's just that there are two people on the other side, and they don't know the realm, so it's difficult for him to easily shoot.
The black-robed man felt this killing intent and said, "If I were you, I will run now. The farther I can go, the better."
Nanmiao's sanity has not been completely lost, he asked: "Why?"
The black-robed man thought for a while, wondering whether his name was louder in Shanhe or Qinghuai's name.
So he said: "If I tell you my name is Fenglu, can you run?"
Nanmiao frowned, did not speak, and of course did not mean to run.
Feng Lu was a little angry and cursed: "Your uncle, you don't even know my name!"
Nanmiao thought about the list of parents and children of the big demon given by Master before he left the mountain. There was absolutely no surname.
Feng Lu said angrily: "Then you knows she is a green locust tree, can you not run?"
The voice did not fall.
Nanmiao turned around unexpectedly.
He mobilized the Qi machine in the Ling Palace, and he disappeared before Feng Lu's eyes very quickly.
Of course, it disappeared in front of Qinghuai.
The corner of Qing Huai's mouth evoked an arc.
Feng Lu was even more angry. He scolded, "Damn, this thing!"