Cultivating immortals is a hard job

In the narrow and dim passage, the atmosphere suddenly solidified, and Mo Xun held his breath and didn't dare to breathe.

The empty secret room was so quiet that even a needle drop could be heard clearly.

I don't know how long it took, perhaps it was an illusion, Mo Xun actually found that the corner of the other party's mouth was strangely raised.

In an instant, his back felt cold, and cold sweat on his forehead also emerged along his forehead.

It has been many years since he had such an experience!

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

While speaking, Mo Xun had already clenched the soul-soothing bell and injected magic power into it. In the silent darkness, a series of crisp "ding-dong" sounds suddenly rang out, hitting the depths of people's souls.

But strangely, such a sound wave attack seemed to have no effect on the mummy. Instead, the corner of the mouth that was dry and almost stuck to the upper and lower lips was even more raised.

The weird scene made Mo Xun sweat in his palms.

Perhaps to give himself courage, Mo Xun snorted coldly and shouted loudly: "Playing tricks!"

At this moment, he didn't want to think about the other party's background anymore. He raised the Qiankun Ring in his hand and was going to take the initiative.

Because he couldn't use his spiritual sense and couldn't control objects in the air, he could only rely on the weight of the Qiankun Ring to try to smash the creepy mummy.

But at this moment, a chuckle suddenly came from his ears, like a thunder in the clear sky, which made Mo Xun stunned on the spot.

"Interesting, what's the name of this bell?"

This joke was full of old voices, as if coming from all directions. He didn't see the lips of the mummy move, but it really reached his ears.

After a while, Mo Xun asked with a little vigilance and extremely nervous tone: "Who are you, why are you playing tricks here?"

"Playing tricks?"

Mo Xun didn't say anything. He was now in a dilemma and regretted entering this place rashly.

But it was too late to say anything now.

He was weighing the pros and cons in his mind, whether to retreat immediately or to launch a sneak attack when the other party was not prepared?

But obviously, no matter which method he used, the premise was that he had to have the ability to suppress the other party.

But then again, whether he had such ability or not, he himself was very guilty, how could he dare to act rashly?

"Forget it, let's put the matter of the bell aside for now, young man, let me ask you, what year is it outside now?"

This seemingly interrogative sentence contains a lot of information.

This person dared to call him directly like this, indicating that the other party's cultivation level was mostly higher than his.

In addition, not knowing the year and month in the outside world, does it mean that this person has stayed here for a long time?

The world of immortal cultivation is not like the secular world. There is no era. Cultivators usually retreat for a few years or hundreds of years. Who would pay special attention to the year and month?

Of course, no one pays attention, but it does not mean that there is no division of years and months.

Whether it is Southern Xinjiang or Xihezhou, the time is measured by the position of the stars.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of attacking, Mo Xun was a little relieved, but the alertness on his face did not relax at all.

"As far as I know, now the Purple Star is located in the north between Geng and Xin, and Sirius is east of Shen axis."

The secret room fell into a brief silence again!

Measuring time by the position of the stars requires measurement. Mo Xun probably knows a little about it, but he did not delve into it.

These two stars are divided into twelve lines in the sky, interlaced with each other, and the cycle is the era.

And each cycle is 128,000 years.

This means that if the time measured by this method exceeds one cycle, it will be inaccurate.

Of course, if you want to measure accurately, you need the corresponding measuring instrument. What Mo Xun proposed is just a rough position. Even if you get the result in the end, the error may be measured in thousands of years.

That's it, he saw it in the book he bought before. How could he have the leisure to study the changes of the stars!

After a long time, the voice came again, but the tone was a bit emotional, more like talking to himself!

"Has it been 53,000 years?"

Hearing this number, Mo Xun suddenly opened his eyes wide, with an incredible look on his face.

A thought immediately emerged in his mind.

Could this person be a cultivator left over from the ancient war?

How is this possible?

In fact, from the beginning, he thought that the source of this voice might belong to an ancient cultivator, but common sense told him that it was impossible!

After all, even if the Yuanying cultivator has a lifespan of only one or two thousand years, how can anyone live so long?

Of course, there is another possibility, that this person only has the soul of the Yuanshen!

But as far as he knows, even the soul-nourishing wood that can nourish the soul is not omnipotent.

After tens of thousands of years, even if the soul has not completely dissipated, it may have become a soul without consciousness.

"Senior... Senior, you mean, you have been here for more than 50,000 years?"

The old voice sighed: "That's right!"

Mo Xun stuttered again: "How... How is this possible?"

The old man obviously saw what he was thinking, but smiled and replied: "Under normal circumstances, it is impossible, but I have some tricks, this is impossible, but it is possible!"

Mo Xun's mind was a little dazed, and the old man's tongue twister made him even more confused.

It was really that what he saw was too incredible for him to accept for a while!

In fact, let alone him, I am afraid that no one in the outside world would believe such a statement.

50,000 years, what a vicissitudes of life, how many springs, summers, autumns and winters would that be?

He practiced hard for decades, meditated and refined his qi day after day, went deep into dangerous places several times, and his life was hanging by a thread. Isn't this the dream of immortality?

But now someone has realized this dream in front of him, but he couldn't say a word for a long time.

The old man spoke again: "You don't have to envy. If possible, I would rather be you now!"

The other party's words suddenly woke Mo Xun up, and he became extremely alert in an instant.

And the old voice, like the roundworm in his heart, said desolately: "You don't have to be so nervous. With my current ability, even if I want to take over your body, I can't do anything!"

Mo Xun didn't understand what the other party meant for a while. What does it mean to be helpless?

Although he was confused, he would not bother to ask about it, but asked: "Is the senior really a cultivator from the ancient war period?"

"Ancient war? Hahaha... Judging from the current years, I am indeed worthy of being called an ancient one!"

Mo Xun obviously could not adapt to the old man's sometimes depressed and sometimes crazy.

But this was also a disguised confirmation.

At this moment, Mo Xun really didn't know whether he should be thankful or accept his bad luck.