Peerless Headmaster

Chapter 757 Scattered Masks

In the southern border of Daling, there is a rather spectacular waterfall among the lush and dense forests.

The waterfall is continuous all year round, and the water flow is turbulent. The water flow from top to bottom spreads to several nearby rivers.

At this moment, a light blue streamer suddenly flew from the distant sky, and immediately submerged into the pool below the waterfall.

In an instant, the cold air in the entire pool rose sharply, and the originally turbulent river suddenly froze.

Not only that, the cold air flowed upstream along the waterfall, freezing the entire waterfall, and even the area around the waterfall, which was hundreds of miles away, was icy cold.

In the depths of the frozen pool, one could vaguely see a figure sitting cross-legged.

This figure doesn't seem to have any breath, like a corpse that has long lost its vitality.

An exquisite wolf-head mask quietly fell in front of this figure.

At this moment, the body that had never moved for tens of thousands of years moved slightly at this moment.

hum!
The wolf-head mask seemed to have received some kind of call, and it was attached to this person's face at once, and then a blue long sword was slowly raised from the mud and sand in the pond.

The eyes under the mask slowly opened, and the entire pool and waterfall suddenly made a loud noise.

"It's enough to keep me waiting for so many years. I thought I was dead." A somewhat helpless voice sounded, and the young man wearing a wolf-head mask slowly stepped out of the ice pool, and disappeared in just one step. In place.

...

In the extremely cold northern region, the sky is full of snow and ice, and the cold wind is like a sharp knife. It is impossible for ordinary people to set foot in this place.

A group of beasts that lived on the ice field all year round ran past, chasing another group of weaker beasts.

At this moment, the sound of howling came from outside the sky, and the herd of beasts was frightened and fled in all directions.

boom!
A ray of brilliance hit the ice field straightly, and immediately cracks spread in all directions.

Although the wind and snow were heavy, it could still be vaguely seen under the wind and snow. What fell on the ground was a mask.

Footsteps sounded, and a figure came slowly, standing in front of the mask.

This person's face is very old, he looks like he is dying, and his eyes are already dull.

But on this person, there is an indescribably terrifying sword energy, as if his whole body has turned into an invincible sword.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the mask flew into this person's hand, and it was put on his face very naturally.

This is a white crane mask soaring to the sky, which matches the person's white hair quite well.

"Oh, I'm still old enough to come out, even if I want to be buried safely."

The white crane masked man let out a wry smile, and turned to look west.

"I can't help it. Since I woke up at this time, I can only go for a run. I hope your original plan is not wrong."

The wind and snow were even bigger, but the figure under the wind and snow had disappeared, leaving only cracks everywhere to prove what happened here.

...

In the east, in a small mountain village isolated from the world, it is full of tranquility and peace.

The mountain village is not big, with hundreds of families.

There is a thatched hut in the village, piled with many dried medicinal materials, and many rare treasures of heaven and earth hanging under the eaves.

In the thatched courtyard, there is a black lacquered medicine stove. Although there is no fire under the stove, the medicine stove is still hot.

A rattan chair was placed next to the medicine stove, and a dozing old man was lying on the rattan chair with a peaceful and peaceful expression.

The old man's hair is half white, but there is no trace of old age on his face. On the contrary, he is full of energy. There is an indescribable vitality between his brows, and his eyes are more energetic than ordinary youths.

Even the oldest old people in the mountain village don't know how many years the old man has lived. It seems that the old man has already lived here the day the mountain village appeared.

Before a group of children from the village came to the hut, they chattered around the old man on the wicker chair, begging the old man to tell them more stories.

"Didn't you say it the day before yesterday?" The old man stroked a child's head and smiled gently.

"No, no, tell us another one!"

"That's right! We still want to hear stories!"

"Didn't I talk about a monkey story last time, let's continue."

...

The old man had no choice but to sit up, looked at the children in front of him, and said with a smile: "Then tell you dolls a story about a monkey. It was a very powerful monkey. Back then..."

Just in the middle of speaking, the old man suddenly stopped, and slightly raised his head to look at the sky, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

"Grandpa, why don't you talk anymore?" The children all looked at the old man, not understanding why the old man stopped suddenly.

The old man didn't speak. He stretched out his hand toward the sky, and a mask fell into his hand.

Looking at the mask in his hand, the old man's expression was very complicated, he seemed to be relieved, happy, and nostalgic, as if he remembered many things from long ago.

"I've been waiting for this mask for too long." The old man muttered to himself, stood up from the rattan chair, and walked slowly towards the outside of the thatched cottage.

A group of children were all at a loss, and hurriedly followed.

"Where is Grandpa Qi going?" A child asked innocently, blinking his big eyes.

The old man looked back at these children, then at the thatched hut behind him, and said with a smile: "I've stayed here for too long, go out and do some activities, you stay in the village well, and grandpa will come back soon story."

After speaking, the old man disappeared out of thin air in front of these children, and a group of children ran back to their homes in fright.

...

In the southern border, Daling is the only royal family with a different surname that owns a fief --- the Dugu family!

At this moment, in the most secret ancient ancestral land of the Dugu family, a trace of change came from the mausoleum under the ancestral land.

The powerful members of the Dugu family guarding the ancestral land were alarmed, and invited the head of the contemporary Dugu family to check it out for themselves.

After seeing the movement in the mausoleum, the current head of the Dugu family's face became extremely heavy, and immediately went to the altar where the seniors of the Dugu family were placed, as if looking for something.

Soon, Patriarch Dugu came out and said to everyone in the family in a very stern tone: "Open the mausoleum!"

As soon as this remark came out, the entire Dugu family was shocked, and voices of opposition were even more numerous.

What is the concept of opening the mausoleum?This is to dig the graves of the ancestors of his family. How can such a thing be done against the laws of nature?
But Patriarch Dugu's attitude was extremely resolute, he ignored the opposition of any clansman, and even dug the mausoleum himself.

Just when the mausoleum was halfway dug and a coffin was revealed, a beam of light galloped across the sky above the sky, and the place where it fell seemed to be the mausoleum of the Dugu family.

boom! ! !
From the coffin, a withered hand protruded directly, as if trying to grab the mask that was about to fall.

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