Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1142 Empty Shell
Compared with the magnificent and magnificent palaces in the front mountain, the back mountain looks much more secluded. Along the way, there are dense ancient trees, green shades covering the sky, and a cold and damp atmosphere lingers in every corner.

Liu Qinghuan pulled out the branches and leaves in front of her eyes, looked at the surrounding environment, and asked, "How did you find this kind of place, and what happened when you found Hui Zizhao?"

Fu Bao walked through a block of rocks blocking the way familiarly, and then bypassed a big tree covered with thorns, and began to tell the experience of the past few days.

"Seven days ago, the master entered the plan to refine the holy fruit of the golden pulse. I, I didn't listen to the master." He glanced at Liu Qinghuan quietly: "...running outside the magic circle, the whole prison suddenly jolted, and a A very terrifying breath came from the ground. You know us monsters, high-level suppression of low-level is stronger than human cultivation, and my cultivation base is only sixth-level, so I was injured..."

"It deserves it!" Liu Qinghuan said mercilessly: "Then, you discovered the teleportation circle?"

Fu Bao curled his lips, not daring to defend himself, and then said: "Yes, at that time, Zhenzhen and I found the magic circle, and there was no other way, so we simply activated the magic circle, and then spread it to this ghost place."

"Seven days." Liu Qinghuan murmured, it took him longer than expected to refine the sacred fruit of the golden vein: "Ku Taoist and the others only went up the mountain three days ago, so you two came earlier than everyone else, and then We found Hui Zizhao... is he dead?"

Hui Zizhao was a monk in the last war season, and it has been 4 to [-] years. Even a Mahayana monk, it is absolutely impossible to have such a long lifespan.However, considering that there is still an ancient Qiluo Xingjun on this mountain, and the time is chaotic and disorderly, the situation becomes complicated and confusing.

Fu Bao gave a "tsk", and his expression became extremely strange: "Not dead...but not alive either."

Liu Qinghuan was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"It looks like it's half dead." Fu Bao scratched his ears: "Well, it's hard for me to say clearly at the moment. The master will know it when he arrives. The time on this mountain is a cycle of three days, and everything is half dead. Damn it!"

Liu Qinghuan's expression froze, and he grabbed his shoulder: "What are you talking about? Three days a cycle!"

Fu Bao stopped and nodded solemnly: "Yes, every three days, time will go backwards, and everything on the mountain, including the growth of vegetation and the destroyed palace, will return to its original state. I have seen the person on the top of the mountain three times. Repair the star eye of the war!"

Liu Qinghuan's heart was shocked: "It turned out to be like this! The time on the entire mountain was stopped for three days, and we could neither move forward nor retreat? Then those of us who went up the mountain later..."

"Here we are!" At this moment, Fu Bao called out: "Master, the Dark Moon Hall is ahead."

Liu Qinghuan looked up, only to find that they had unknowingly walked into a mountain depression. The dense canopy blocked the skylight, and the forest was extremely dark. A stone temple covered by weeds and green moss was half embedded in the mountain wall. .

Fu Bao ran over and pushed open the heavy palace door. Behind the door was empty, and there was another stone door inside, revealing a deep and long underground passage.

The footsteps of the two echoed in the passage, and soon they arrived in an empty room, and saw a hole in the ground, which looked quite deep.

"It's really down there, Hui Zizhao is also down there, and..." Fu Bao said, showing that indescribable expression again, a bit like eating a bad stomach, disgusting, uncomfortable, shocking, extremely complicated.

"...In short, master, you will know when you go in and have a look."

Liu Qinghuan glanced at him suspiciously, stepped into the cave with one step, and slowly fell down, about a distance of several hundred feet, before seeing the bottom of the cave.

Passing through another passage, Fu Bao walked to the end and slapped the wall a few times. With the sound of the machine cable starting, the seemingly heavy stone door slowly slid open a gap barely enough to pass.

Fu Bao stopped: "Just go in like this, it's better not to open all the doors."

By this time, Liu Qinghuan's curiosity had reached its peak, and impatiently listening to him, she walked sideways into the door.

"..."

Almost instantly, Liu Qinghuan understood why Fu Bao had that expression before, because when he saw the situation inside for the first time, he froze at the door, and it was difficult to describe what he saw in front of him.

It was a deeply sunken pit, only about a dozen feet long and wide, not big, but packed with hundreds of people.After hearing the sound from above, hundreds of faces lifted up at the same time, and hundreds of pairs of eyes looked over at the same time.

Liu Qinghuan took a breath of cool air, feeling shuddering.

Those eyes couldn't see a ray of light, didn't have the slightest charm, all the sorrows, joys, sorrows, sorrows and sorrows didn't seem to exist, just like dry deep wells, staring straight at him, almost gloomy!
"These people are stupid. Except for looking up when they hear the sound, and occasionally moving a few times, they are all like wooden stakes. They don't respond when they are beaten or scolded." Fu Bao said: "People are not human, ghosts are not Damn it, it’s better to die than to live. Master, it’s really there!”

Liu Qinghuan turned her head to look, and saw Zhenzhen sitting by the pit not far away, her blue hair drooping, staring blankly down.

He walked over, and his eyes fell on a handsome male cultivator at the far end: "Is he Hui Zizhao?"

Zhenzhen finally raised her head and said, "It's him, and it's not him."

Liu Qinghuan frowned: "How to say?"

"What's left here is just an empty shell, and his spirit has long been annihilated." Zhenzhen said expressionlessly, paused, and cracked a crack in her calm expression, pointing at the foolishly raised man below. The male cultivator on his face showed a resentful and mocking smile.

"Leave me behind and run away, but so what, it's not that you didn't escape, and ended up like this, hahahaha!"

Liu Qinghuan turned her head silently, her eyes glanced over the hundreds of people in the pit, probably disturbed by the sound, they started a little commotion, crowded close to each other and gathered towards this side.Some were accidentally knocked down, so they rolled and crawled on the spot, and did not get up for a long time.

What Yu Zun said was right, these people seemed to have lost their sanity at all, leaving only a bit of insect-like, floating instinct.

And among these people, more than half of them are wearing a cone bun that is not common today, their clothes are simple and simple, and the lapels are embroidered with exquisite star patterns.The remaining ten or twenty are dressed in different clothes, which are very easy to distinguish.

Liu Qinghuan only felt the cold air overflowing, and had some guesses in her heart, and turned her head sadly.

Most of the star-patterned clothes are Guxiu. They may have lived on this mountain in the first place. The half-drinked tea and half-written characters probably came from their hands.

And the other half, I am afraid that all of them used to be monks with great magic power, maybe even Mahayana monks, just like them, broke into this mountain, and then were imprisoned here, tortured by the repeated time, and tortured by the outsiders. The world is forgotten, and in the end, it can only be squeezed into this small pit, neither dead nor alive, never seeing the light of day.

This is still under the premise that the sun and the moon in the water do not often open, and the Jidou Immortal Mansion is isolated by a powerful barrier, otherwise, the pit may not be able to hold it.

After a long time, Liu Qing sighed happily: "Thus, those who enter this mountain will have their physical bodies forever, but their spirits will still slowly disappear until only an empty shell remains."

"I don't want to live like a worm." Fu Bao said with a bitter face, "Master, can we escape?"

Liu Qinghuan's mood was gloomy, and she couldn't give a definite answer: so many people who came here couldn't escape, so how could they escape?

(End of this chapter)