The strongest ruler of the heavens

Chapter 242 Returning to the Lingxu Cave
When the situation is extremely bad, you can only trust the sword in your hand.

Are you worried about the darkening of ghost ink?

Mu Han thought a lot, and at this moment he already had the worst plan in his heart, and as he raised his head, the emotions in his eyes were instantly drowned out.

The sun is getting higher and higher, and the scorching sun is setting. What it brings is not heat, but a coldness from the depths of the soul.

Mu Han knew that the peace of Mingxin Valley and even the entire mortal world was coming to an end, and the current tranquility was just accumulating strength for the coming storm.

And the source of this storm is the ghost ink that has been insisting on a misty legend for millions of years.

Five days is not a long time, especially when I am busy.

On this day, the weather was not good, and it was a bit gloomy. On the stone platform at the exit of Mingxin Valley, Song Li changed into a Confucian uniform, and the people behind him were all dressed as guards and handymen. He is a well-born scholar who goes out to play.

"Remember what I said, everyone should not leave Mingxin Valley for more than [-] miles. If there is any big change, just abandon the valley and go to Mushan!"

Song Li glanced at all the old troops of Bihai City, and the momentum exuded from his body was like a ruler above the nine heavens.

"Yes."

Wherever the gaze swept, no one dared to raise their head to look at the floating eyes of the star sea, they all had their heads down, and their faces were solemn.

If the three spirit venerables and dozens of days of spiritual powerhouses cannot defend Mingxin Valley, it is not difficult to guess how bad the situation is, and the result can only be described in four words: a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

As the owner of Mingxin Valley, and the only spirit venerable on the bright side, the responsibilities on Mu Han's shoulders are not only the disciples of Mingxin Valley and the old department of Bihai City, but also the heavy burden of guarding the formation of Suotian .

After telling the decision that he had pondered over and over for the past five days, Song Li set off.

For this departure, Song Li did not choose to make a high profile, but bought a few carriages in a small town not far from Mingxin Valley, and joined a caravan.

"My lord, are we being too careful on this trip?"

The old man carrying a bundle of goods spoke in a low voice when he passed by Song Li, and his words were a little puzzled.

The departure this time is already very low-key, and it is reasonable to turn into a mortal and rush on the road, but now I join a caravan, I always feel that I have taken one action many times, and I am too cautious.

Song Li smiled faintly: "No, these may not be enough. The most troublesome thing in the world is not ghost ink, but official appearance."

Now the relationship with Daxia is different from the past. To be precise, I have become a thorn in their side, and there must be a lot of layout around Mingxin Valley. Apart from monitoring Mingxin Valley, there is naturally the meaning of waiting for rabbits.

After putting the goods on the carriage, the old man said: "It seems that the caravan is also difficult to cover up our existence. Once they encounter interrogation, don't they fall into the trap?"

"Travel yourself? Don't worry..."

Song Li smiled and comforted him, and when he saw that the packing was almost done, he got into the carriage and was ready to set off.

The destination this time is a town on the border of Daxia. It is adjacent to the Misty Ghost Forest. It is a paradise for ghosts, a holy place for monsters and monsters, and it is also a forbidden place for the human race. It is also a place full of various legends. .

Song Li didn't know how long the Misty Ghost Forest existed, but he knew that there were countless opportunities and crazy things inside.

Gan Yi's Seven Killing Sword Realm, some of the refining artifacts from Yuantian Shenqiao, and the long sword in Mu Han's hand were all obtained from a cave in the ghost forest, let alone all the other top powerhouses. get something.

Da da da.

Although the sound of horseshoes and wheels was very regular, under the carriage pulled by dozens of horses, it became too messy, making it difficult for people to calm down.

In the swaying and bumpy carriage, Song Li frowned slightly, then raised his eyes to look at Zhong Fa, "Do you remember anything special happened in the Misty Ghost Forest back then?"

Since he was one of the peak powerhouses in the mortal world back then, he paid attention to many things, and after so many years, many things that were insignificant to him at that time were almost all forgotten.

Zhong Fa, who was asked, shook his head helplessly after pondering for a while. After all, decades have passed, so how can he remember such a clear thing? He can only think of something after seeing it.

The speed of the caravan was not slow, because some of the goods could not be delayed. In just half an hour, they had already traveled twenty miles along the official road and arrived at a rock on the stream. at the bridge.

The stone bridge is not big, but there is a team of officers and soldiers stationed there, wearing bright red attire, which is very conspicuous. There is a chair in the middle of the stone bridge, and a young man sits on it, the teacup in his hand is still dripping. It was steaming hot.

The young man's attire was completely different from that of the officers and soldiers standing on both sides. Not only did he not have an official uniform on his body, but he was wearing a light green linen jacket. His long hair was casually scattered behind him, and his slightly squinted eyes were like eagle eyes.

"Caravan? You are in a hurry."

The officers and soldiers who were talking with the caravan steward fanned the dust in the air, raised their hands and patted the customs clearance documents in the steward's arms, lifted the curtain of the car with a long knife and looked at them, and waved after seeing some fish and shrimp , indicating to leave immediately.

"Thank you sir, thank you sir"

The steward received the documents while thanking him, with a very low posture. As an old man in the caravan, he knew very well the status of the merchants in the eyes of these officers and soldiers. If he didn't want to be bitten by them, he had to pretend to be a grandson.

Because only by following their wishes all the time, can you get a little guarantee on the way back and forth, the premise is that you have enough filial money.

"Keep going..."

After waiting for the officers and soldiers to leave the convoy one after another, the steward began to yell. He was so anxious that he just wanted to deliver the goods requested by the customers over there as soon as possible and get the reward he deserved.

The convoy moved again, heading towards the other end of the stone bridge with a creaking sound. However, when the carriages passed by the young man, he who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke:
"Stop!"

Although the young man's voice was not loud, it sounded like thunder because of the impetus of spiritual power, and the horse was even more paralyzed on the ground like mud, trembling constantly.

Bang.

The teacup in the young man's hand was directly crushed, and countless fragments shot towards Song Li's carriage with the sound of breaking through the air.

The fragments pushed by the spiritual power are powerful enough to easily tear the boulder, not to mention the densely packed fragments completely sealed off the carriage, as if killing the occupants.

hum.

A faint white light flashed from inside the carriage, and the overwhelming fragments melted away like ice meeting a raging fire.

(End of this chapter)