Kind of Immortals

Chapter 242 The Valley of the Dead

In the depths of the fog, there are many layers, and there are no birds in the forest, and it is as cold as frost.

Qing Lin swung his fist, and the majestic momentum caused layers of disturbances, the tree only shook slightly, while the old man continued to concentrate on playing the flute, as if he never stopped.

"Huh?" The golden cat looked strange and surprised.

"What's wrong?" You Ruo asked strangely.

The golden cat looked at the two and whispered, "I can't feel the breath of life from that person."

Qinglin's face was cold, and his expression didn't change much, as if he had already noticed it.

"No breath of life?" You Ruo looked at Qinglin in shock: "So, this person is either a god or a dead person, but he is clearly alive. Could it be that he is a legendary god?"

"How do you think he looks like a god?" Qing Lin gave You Ruo a blank look, but was very calm about her fuss.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and the old man in plain clothes turned around to see that his eyes were like dark holes, deep and bottomless.

The old man stared at Qinglin closely, there was a hidden light on his body, which was colder than the strange mist: "Are you laughing at me?"

"Laugh? We don't have that skill." Qinglin said sarcastically.

The eyes of the commoner old man turned cold, and he raised Xiao to his mouth again.

In the mist, the sound of the flute is sad.

A gust of cold wind blew up, and the white mist gathered, overwhelmingly pressing down on Qing Lin and You Ruo.

You Ruo raised his sword, although the powerful sword energy pushed back the mist, but in an instant, the white mist gathered again and came rolling again.

It was as if two burning fires rose from Qinglin's eyes, he stretched out his hand to grab them, and the white mist scattered and fled in all directions.

"Huh?" The old man was surprised, a little confused.

The flute sounded wildly, and the billowing white mist formed a huge whirlpool, engulfing Qing Lin and You Ruo Kuang.

The old man seemed to be feeling bad, not only did he not intend to stop, but the sound of the flute became louder and louder, and the hole in the huge vortex shrank sharply and was gradually closed.

Suddenly, the fire spread deep in the sea of ​​fog, wrapping the vortex in it and burning it into ashes.

"How can there be such a powerful flame in this world? Who are you?" The commoner man finally spoke, with a strong tone but also shocked.

Qing Lin stood in the vast sea of ​​fog, his eyes were cold, and his body was full of murderous intent: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that you haven't said anything yet."

The old man was taken aback for a moment, and then he sneered: "What do you want me to say? Whether I say it or not, both of you will surely die."

You Ruo stood next to Qing Lin, she felt more and more that the old man did not look like a fairy, but rather a demon who had cultivated to perfection.With a sound of smashing and the sound of swords, the surrounding fog immediately became thinner and spread all around.

When the old man saw the purple light, his cheeks seemed to twitch slightly, and he shifted his gaze to the Saintess Sword in Youruo's hand, his eyes full of doubts: "How did this sword fall into your hands?"

After You Ruo dispersed the surrounding fog, he looked coldly at the old man in civilian clothes: "Is there anything unusual?"

"It seems that the two of you have great powers, I just want to know the purpose of your coming here?" The old man paused slightly, and looked at You Ruo and Qing Lin in surprise: "Could it be that you are looking for something like that?"

"What?" You Ruo was very curious.

"Could it be that I guessed it? The old man asked secretly in his heart.

Seeing the strange expression on the old man's face, You Ruo became interested in what he said, but unfortunately, the old man kept silent, and she asked in surprise, "Where is this place? What important things do you have in your hand?" ?”

The commoner-clothed old man glanced at You Ruo, his eyes sparkling, as if he was thinking about something, and after ten seconds, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's okay to tell you, anyway, you will soon become dead. "

Qing Lin and You Ruo didn't pay much attention to the old man's words, they just listened attentively, anyway, just by his words, they wouldn't really turn into a dead person.

The commoner-clothed old man glanced at the void, and sighed with sadness: "I haven't seen the outside world for a long, long time!"

outside world?
Qinglin frowned, it turned out that this old man in common clothes knew everything, he was not bound here from the beginning, but who is he, and what is going on here?

The commoner-clothed old man seemed to see what Qinglin was thinking, and after a short silence, he spoke again: "Everything here was brought in by the space crack after the four demons fought against the human world, and no one inside came out. don't go."

Seeing the old man talking about something that happened a long time ago, You Ruo stared at him intently, as if he was listening carefully.

It turns out that this piece of fog is the end point, but the sea of ​​fog is deeper and wider. He is not the only one living here, but now they have changed from physical bodies to undead. The fog is all formed by tears. , because the heart is cold, so the fog is cold.

After the old man explained, his face showed a fierce look, as if he hated everything in this world: "Now that the story is over, you all know what you should know. I don't mind letting there be another undead in this valley of the undead."

"You used to be human too, but there are some unknowns, so you can't blame others for this?" You Ruo looked at him sarcastically when he saw that the commoner man was about to make a move.

The old man was determined to kill the two of them, no matter what You Ruo said, he didn't seem to hear it.

The flute sounded again in the mist, and a lot of people came slowly from the depths of the foggy sea, each with empty eyes and murderous intent on their faces.

Because there were so many undead, You Ruo and Qinglin followed the footsteps and retreated behind them, but before they could take a few steps, they found that a group of undead also surrounded them.

"Since you are looking for death, don't blame me for being rude." Qing Lin said in a deep voice with a cold face.

He originally felt that the people here were very pitiful and had no intention of killing them, but the old man insisted on dividing them into two and treating them as people from two worlds, so Qinglin lost his politeness and waved his hand, The raging flames burned and rushed towards the undead, male or female, old or young.

A scream came out, with pain and struggle.

Although the fire in Qinglin's body is many times stronger than before, the fire of the gods has been refusing to give in and has not been refined after all. There are too many undead here, and there is no time to kill them. .

The ashes-faced bodies fluttered, as if they could not stand steadily, and they looked like they would fall down when the wind blew, but they were indifferent when the wind blew.

Every time You Ruo slashed with his sword, these undead would be shattered one by one, but after a long time, Qinglin and You Ruo's internal energy was almost exhausted, but there were not a few undead here.

The old man in civilian clothes stopped playing the flute and said with a taunt: "The undead here are not ordinary undead, they are immortal."

"Is that true?" Qing Lin sneered, as if he had discovered something.

(End of this chapter)