Through the dim cave, it is a not-so-wide stone chamber, immersed in a dead silence. Sometimes there are gusts of mountain winds that drill into the well-connected worm holes on the stone wall, bringing a hint of coolness, but it is also mixed with the unpleasant smell of mold from insect feces. The torches inserted on the stone wall sway the flames, and occasionally "crackling" sounds.

"Monk, seven days are approaching. I see Feng Shuzhu, and I am also a villain who is untrustworthy. Just sit in this wormhole peak." The person who spoke was a tall monster wearing a black cloak and a golden crown. He saw him sitting upright on a simple stone chair, with one long and pointed claw holding the armrest of the chair, and the other monster claw raised, bent four fingers, straightening his index finger, pointing down. Behind him, several tentacles stretched out under the cloak, as if they were alive, dancing. However, although he said that, he raised his head and stared at the dark and smooth stone wall in front of him. There was a sense of expectation in his eyes, as if he was hoping for something, and as if he could see everything outside through the cold stone wall.

"Old monster of the worm, I think you have not lost your conscience, why bother to commit killing again? Being in a desperate situation. The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore!" A young monk wearing a gray monk's robe, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a burly but slightly sick look, sat cross-legged on the naked stone floor under the stone chair. His voice was slow but slightly heavy. Eighteen Buddhist beads were wrapped around his wrists. Except for the one carved in the middle, each of them was round and shining with crystal sandalwood purple.

When the old demon Zhudong heard this, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the monk for a long time. A bitter smile flashed across his face, saying, "Is it the shore when I look back? Monk Kongxing, I'm afraid you've been in the right path for a long time, so I'm so arrogant. I dare to ask where the shore of the evil demons like me is, and where your shore is?" After saying that, a burst of laughter spread around, shaking the walls, causing a "rustling" sound of the skin. There were countless creatures hidden in the worm hole that was connected on the stone wall. Hearing this laughter, he seemed anxious and ready to move.

"The other side is in your hearts." Kong Xing closed his eyes slightly and closed his hands and said slowly.

"In my heart?" asked the old demon Zhulong with a look of surprise.

Kongxing slowly opened his eyes, still clasped his hands together, and smiled and said, "Yes, it's in your heart, but the donor is too persistent and refuses to let go."

As if he was told about the central thing, the old demon Zhudong was shocked and murmured to himself in a low voice: "Persistence..., let go..." Then he was silent for a long time, but he didn't think of any reason, so he shouted angrily: "Monster, don't use your false truths to shake me. Feng Shuzhu can't promise, I will take you to sacrifice the flag!" As soon as the word "flag" came out, a louder "rust" sound came from around him, which made me stand on my hair, and the entire stone chamber also shook lightly. The worm hidden in the worm hole seemed to be stimulated by something, and was very excited.

The old demon Zhuodong looked at the four walls, moved his body slightly on the stone chair, and looked a little panicked, as if he realized that he had lost his words for a moment, but he immediately calmed down again. His huge head swayed and made a loud roar, trembling, buzzing the entire stone chamber.

The hollow hand sitting cross-legged opposite the lower body was also shocked by the sudden roar, and he quickly held his breath and focused his mind to use his power to resist.

After the huge roar, the worms in the worm hole seemed to be comforted, and gradually calmed down. The stone room returned to calm. Only the cold wind outside the mountain blew into the worm hole and came in, making a "whimper" wailing sound like ghosts, which made the spine chill and chill.

After the situation in front of him eased slightly, Kongxing opened his eyes slightly and smiled and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, Feng Shaoxia is famous in the Three Realms, and he always says it.

When the old demon Zhulong heard this, he lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and snorted coldly, "It seems that you have full confidence in him."

Kongxing smiled slightly and said, "I am the donor of the monk's view, why does it mean that the young master Feng has high hopes?"

The old demon Zhulong looked at Kongxing, turned his eyes to another place, and said disdainfully: "If you kill you, you will not benefit me. It is better to use you to fulfill my long-cherished wish."

Kongxing took over the conversation and said, "A long-cherished wish? This is the foundation of the donor's persistence."

When the old demon Zhulong heard this, he was shocked and said angrily: "Don't talk about anything else. It's important to care about your own life now."

When Kong Xing heard this, he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a muffled sound coming from the deep center of the earth below where he was located. This muffled sound was huge and distant. Could it be the echo of the old demon of the roar of the roar? But no matter how huge the roar was, it would not be so long before there was a response. Moreover, this muffled sound was even more panicked and uneasy than the huge roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar, and it was clearly felt that the blood flowed backwards, and the five abdomen and six internal organs were rolling continuously. Fortunately, the dull sound came quickly and disappeared quickly, and was thinking about it.

There was another commotion in the surrounding worm holes. Before the "rustling" sound, the worms became obviously anxious. Later, it turned into a loud "buzzing" sound, and then an unparalleled force gushed out, and the entire stone chamber and the mountain swayed.

As if in response, a few muffled sounds came from the deep center of the earth. The frequency became increasingly dense. It seemed that the forces of the two sides were not giving in to each other and kept colliding in the confrontation. The tense atmosphere came through the thick naked stones on the ground. The old demon Zhuikou sat on the stone chair with his claws pressed against the armrest of the stone chair. He stared at the ground with his eyes wide open, without saying a word, with a serious expression.

In a moment, the dull sound gradually moved upwards. In a trance, you can see that the ground was constantly rising and falling, as if some giant beast was about to emerge!

At this critical moment, the old monster of the worm hole bounced up and hanged in the air. The cloak on his body was blowing without wind, and his expression was like a great enemy. He kept dancing around his tentacles, and then kept whistling from his mouth, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes left and right, as if he was placing troops and commanding thousands of troops to fight desperately with the opponent.

The stone chamber was shaking even more violently, and the rocks fell one after another, and the "bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang" kept ringing, and some of the worm holes collapsed and the entrance was blocked.

Rocks falling in the stone chamber are like rain, dust flying, like gunpowder smoke, hazy, choking people's mouths and noses.

In this way, an invisible war was conveyed through the thick naked stone floor in this cramped and narrow space. A tense atmosphere lingers, making people feel the tragic abnormality outside of sight, and even the stilbear army is incessant, and naturally they also feel the strength and power of the other party.

What kind of secret is hidden under these eight hundred miles of wormhole ridges, and what kind of demons are suppressed and sealed? Is it the Demon Sect’s shadow confusion, and all kinds of thoughts and doubts come to the empty movements one after another.

After a stick of incense, the muffled sound deep in the center of the earth gradually faded away, the army of worms gradually subsided, the dust in the stone chamber gradually settled, and the light slowly returned to the same as before.

The old demon Zhudong waited in the air for a long time. Seeing that there was no change again, he slowly fell back to the stone chair, fell down, and gently turned his huge head, obviously breathing a sigh of relief, but it was obvious that the cold sweat oozed out of his forehead, and his tiredness was fully displayed.

In this confrontation, not to mention the old demon of the wormhole, Kwangxing, who was outside the matter, also felt the endless oppression force. He sat cross-legged on the ground and finally breathed a sigh of relief. His spirit was calm, as if he was reborn after a disaster, but his body was shaken and a mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing the gray monk's robe red. Kwangxing wiped the blood from his mouth and smiled and said, "Amitabha, since I was trapped in this wormhole peak, I have experienced several scenes, but this time the change is the most. What is in the heart of this earth? I wonder if the donor can tell you one or two."

After a long time, the old demon Zhudong waited for his breath to stabilize, but wanted to speak out again, but snorted coldly and said, "Monkey Kongxing, you are trapped this time and are not qualified to ask me about these."

Kong Xing stood up tremblingly, clasped his hands and said, "It's so inconvenient, I won't ask more questions, but when I look at the donor's anxiety gradually becomes stronger, it seems that some things are developing in a bad direction."

Upon hearing this, the old demon Zhudong shook his body, and his right claw tightly clasped the armrest of the stone chair. After thinking for a while, Fang Duan shouted: "Monk, don't say more. Once seven days pass, I will take your life." After that, he snorted coldly, threw his robe, left the stone chamber, and disappeared into the dim passage.

After watching the old demon Zhudong leave, the empty hand slowly lowered his head, looked at the blood stains on his chest, shook his head with a wry smile. He looked at the mess of gravel on the ground, walked around the stone wall for a while, and inserted it one by one again. He staggered to the stone platform, picked up a wild fruit in the stone plate, wiped the dust on it with his hands, and sent it to his mouth. He chewed and looked around, then picked up a stone bowl and took a sip of water slowly. When he put down the stone bowl, he accidentally saw his own reflection in the bowl. As the water in the bowl shaking, the reflection gradually blurred, and another scene appeared in the bowl...

That day, the sky was clear and the sun was scorching. At this time, when the stones were soaring, a monk wearing a gray monk's robe was struggling to walk in the eight hundred miles of Zhukou Ridge. He was covered in dust, and except for the eighteen Buddhist beads with sparkling spiritual energy wrapped around his wrist, his body seemed to have been dried. He stopped, wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, looked up at the sky, untied the water bag on his waist, and after taking a few mouthfuls of "gudong Gudong", he drank some water on his head. The coolness immediately poured down. He involuntarily fought a cold war, and after driving away the heat of the heat, the monk's spirit doubled, but he could be seen vaguely being injured.

The monk raised his eyes and looked around. He was apart from the silence and desolation. Even a fly had not been seen. He thought to himself, "Can I, the chief disciple of Kongjue Temple, buried my bones here? If this is the case, it would be better to die in Luotian Mountain in battle, which is considered a heroic spirit." Thinking of this in his heart, he still walked forward involuntarily.
Chapter completed!