mortal mortal cultivator

Chapter 535
Without any hesitation, the strong man flew back and drew a dagger from his waist at the same time, threw it back without looking at it, and then flew away without hesitation as afterimages.

Suddenly, the strong man felt a chill in the back of his head.

He only felt that his body suddenly became uncontrollable, and he fell to the ground.One second before he completely lost consciousness, his memory stayed in the salty taste of blood in his mouth.

Lu Yunze's three figures appeared in the center of the village, all of them looked a little unsightly.

Since they entered Jingzhou, this was already the third group of bandits who were massacring the village they had encountered.

The first two times the three of them came in time, but this time they were a step behind.

"What's going on here?" Han Li asked muttering to himself.

It's not that the incident of bandits slaughtering the village brought any psychological impact to him, this kind of thing is actually quite common in Jingzhou.What really made Han Li unbelievable was that the situation in Yue State seemed a bit too normal.

It is so normal that it is almost the same as it was more than a hundred years ago. It seems that the Seven Sects have never left, and it is not some ghost gate that occupies this place. The great battle more than a hundred years ago was just a dream that was too real.

Immortal cultivators and mortals are equally distinct, and Jingzhou is also full of bandits. In a trance, Han Li even thought that he had returned to more than a hundred years ago.

The other two did not answer, but fell into a strange silence.

"Han Shilang... this person doesn't have anything to do with you, does he?" Lu Yunze suddenly changed the subject.

Han Li didn't speak, but looked up, and turned into a blue dragon soaring into the sky.

Lu Yunze sighed softly, and the flames in his hands erupted, turning all the corpses here and even the whole village into a sea of ​​flames, and then chased after him with Wen Siyue who was a little pale beside him.

The three of them hadn't been flying for long before Han Li stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Lu Yunze leaned forward and asked.

Han Li looked down in bewilderment. There stood a small city several miles in size. The city was full of people and vehicles, and it seemed very lively.

"This... seems not far from my home." Han Li raised his head and looked around in a daze. This place was completely different from the small town he remembered. Han Li even wondered if he had gone to the wrong place.

After contemplating for a moment, Han Li turned into a blue light and fell to the ground concealedly.

Although I know that I only need to fly a little further west, and I can see the small mountain village where I was born and the big dark green mountain.But Han Li hesitated, and he couldn't help but settle down in the changed Qingniu Town.

In the old town, there was only a bluestone road, and the only restaurant in the town was the one where his third uncle took him to live when he went out.

Han Li still remembered that the bed was big and soft, he slept soundly and had a beautiful dream.

But now, looking at the strange houses and attics on both sides of the street, Han Li couldn't help but froze in the middle of the street, a little at a loss.

Han Li desperately hoped to find a familiar shadow in his memory from this place.But so far, he's been disappointed.

After standing still for a while, Han Li took the initiative to find an old man resting on the side of the road.

"Old man, do you know how to get to Wuligou?"

When he asked this sentence, Han Li didn't show any superfluous expression on the surface, but his heart suddenly picked up.

He was terrified that the old man would tell him some news that would be too much for him to bear.

"Wuli Valley? The Wuli Valley of the Han family?" The old man opened his eyes and looked up and down Han Li with some doubts.

"Are you from the Han family?"

Han Li was taken aback when he heard this.

In the sky, Wen Siyue looked at Lu Yunze curiously and asked, "Senior Lu, don't you want to go together?"

Lu Yunze shook his head, looked solemnly at the horizon, wondering what he was thinking.

"This is Lao Han's own business, so I won't bother him."

He turned his head and glanced at Wen Siyue, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't call me senior, just..." Lu Yunze stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking.

He scratched his head, looking a bit torn

"You...just call me whatever you want."

Wen Siyue blinked and said with a smile: "Then I will call you Mr. from now on."

Lu Yunze was a little dazed, then nodded, and turned his head a little stiffly.

"I still have some things to do, do you want to come together?"

Wen Siyue nodded and asked curiously, "Which old friend are you going to see?"

Lu Yunze smiled when he heard this, and looked into the distance with complicated eyes.

"I'm going to an appointment that's decades overdue."

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Yue State, the center of Jianzhou.

Decades ago, there was an earth-shattering explosion here, and the famous Luofeng Mountain Range in Jianzhou was razed to the ground, leaving only a dark pit with a radius of several thousand feet.

To this day, there is still not a single blade of grass growing inside the entire pit. Looking from the sky, it looks like a huge, eyeless eye socket staring at the sky in darkness.

All the immortal cultivators who passed by in the sky felt a chill in their backs, almost uncontrollably wanting to escape from this place.

Over time, all kinds of rumors became rampant, and this place gradually became a forbidden place for the entire Yue Kingdom's immortal cultivation world.

Early this morning, at the edge of the pit, in a mud house that was as dark as the inside of the pit.

An old man turned over with difficulty and sat up from the bed.He raised his mechanically made right arm, supported the edge of the bed, and slowly stood up bit by bit.

The right leg made of metal knocked on the ground, making a crisp metal collision sound.

The old man froze for a moment, then bent down, and picked up a hammer, a hammer, and a chisel from under his feet.

Putting all these tools behind him, the old man took a few more steps and moved out a stone slab four feet long and two feet wide from behind the door.

This stone slab looks very thick, and it is conservatively estimated that it weighs hundreds of catties.

The old man moved his mechanically made right hand, placed it on the stone slab, and held it in his hand with a sudden force.

He nodded in satisfaction, pushed open the door, and walked down the dark pit.

The inside of the deep pit is filled with stone slabs, like a low whitish forest.

One name after another is engraved on each stone slab.

"Yun Zhongming, He Yuanshan, Wang Yueming, Zhou Kunshan..." the old man muttered to himself in a hoarse and dry voice, calling out one name after another.

"Who else? Who else... by the way, and Zhou Kunyu, Kunshan's younger brother, sixteen...or fifteen, what does he look like?"

The old man muttered, walked step by step, stopped and stopped, and stopped for a while from time to time, then stood up and continued walking.

From the first sunrise of the sun to the sky, the old man finally reached the center of the deep pit.

At first he thought that today would be the same, but he did not expect that there was actually a person sitting in front of the most central stone slab today.

The old man rubbed his eyes to make sure that he was not dazzled, and then his breathing suddenly became rapid, making a dry sound like a dilapidated bellows.

"Hoo...cough! You..." The old man's chest bulged up, but then fell back instantly.

He walked forward slowly and looked at this handsome young man from the side.

"It's really you." The old man's wrinkled face instantly burst into a smile.

Lu Yunze nodded, staring at the stone slab in front of him.

"Tomb of Infant Li!" five large characters were engraved on it, but nothing else.

(End of this chapter)