Eternal Tranquility

Compared with the majestic palaces in the front mountain, the back mountain seems much quieter. Along the way, there are ancient trees and green shade covering the sky, and a cold and humid atmosphere flows in every corner.

Liu Qinghuan pulled out the branches and leaves in front of him, and while looking at the surrounding environment, he asked: "How did you find a place like this, and how did you find Hui Zizhao?"

Fubao walked through a patch of rocks blocking the road, then bypassed a large tree covered with thorns, and began to talk about his experiences over the past few days.

"Seven days ago, the master entered the map to refine the Golden Vein Sacred Fruit. I, I didn't listen to the master." He looked at Liu Qinghuan quietly and said: "...Running outside the magic circle, the whole prison suddenly started to shake. A very scary aura came from the ground. You know that our monsters, high-level ones suppress lower-level ones more powerfully than human cultivators. My cultivation level is only sixth level, so I was injured..."

"You deserve it!" Liu Qinghuan said mercilessly: "Then, you discovered the teleportation circle?"

Fu Bao curled his lips, not daring to defend himself, and then said: "Yes, at that time Zhen Zhenhao and I found the magic circle, and there was no other way, so we simply activated the magic circle, and then it was transmitted to this ghost place."

"Seven days." Liu Qinghuan murmured. It took him longer than expected to refine the Golden Vein Sacred Fruit: "The Ku Taoists only went up the mountain three days ago. So, you two came earlier than the others, and then Found Hui Zizhao... is he dead? "

Hui Zizhao was a monk in the last war season. It has been 130,000 to 40,000 years ago. Even a Mahayana monk would never have such a long life. However, considering that there is a Qiluo Xingjun from ancient times on this mountain, and time is chaotic, the situation becomes complicated and confusing.

Fubao clicked his tongue and his expression became extremely strange: "Not dead... but not alive either."

Liu Qinghuan was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"It looks like it's half dead." Fu Bao scratched his ears: "Well, it's hard for me to explain clearly at the moment. The master will know it when he sees it. Time on this mountain cycles every three days, and everything is half dead. It's simply Damn it!"

Liu Qinghuan looked stern and grabbed his shoulders: "What did you say? Every three days is a cycle!"

Fu Bao stopped and nodded solemnly: "Yes, every three days, time will go backwards. Everything on the mountain, including the growth of vegetation and the destroyed palace, will return to its original state. I have already seen the man on the top of the mountain three times. It’s time to repair the battle stars!”

Liu Qinghuan was shocked: "It turned out to be like this! Time on the entire mountain was stopped in three days. We can neither move forward nor retreat? Then those of us who went up the mountain later..."

"We're here!" At this time, Fu Bao called out: "Master, the Dark Moon Palace is ahead."

Liu Qinghuan looked up and realized that they had unknowingly arrived at a mountain col. The dense tree canopy blocked the skylight, and the forest was extremely dark. A stone temple covered with weeds and green moss was half embedded in the mountain wall. .

Fu Bao ran over and pushed open the heavy palace door. There was nothing behind the door. There was another stone door on the inside, revealing a deep underground passage.

The footsteps of the two echoed in the passage, and soon they arrived at an empty room and saw a hole in the ground, which seemed quite deep.

"Zhenzhen is down there, Hui Zizhao is also down there, and..." Fubao said, showing that expression that was difficult to explain, a bit like a stomach full of food, disgusting, uncomfortable, shocked, and extremely complicated.

"...Anyway, master, you will know once you go in and see."

Liu Qinghuan glanced at him doubtfully, stepped into the cave, and slowly fell down. He only saw the bottom of the cave after descending a distance of several hundred feet.

After passing through another passage, Fubao walked to the end and patted the wall a few times. With the sound of the machine rope starting up, the seemingly extremely heavy stone door slowly slid open to create a gap that was barely large enough for people to pass through.

Fu Bao stopped and said, "Just go in like this. It's better not to open all the doors."

By this time, Liu Qinghuan's curiosity had reached its peak, and she was impatient to listen to him anymore, so she walked sideways through the door.

"..."

Almost instantly, Liu Qinghuan understood why Fu Bao had that expression before, because when he saw the situation inside for the first time, he froze directly at the door, and it was difficult to describe what he saw in front of him.

It was a deep pit, only about ten feet long and wide. It was not big, but it was packed with hundreds of people. After hearing the sound above, hundreds of faces looked up at the same time, and hundreds of pairs of eyes looked over at the same time.

Liu Qinghuan took a breath of cold air and felt a shudder.

There was no trace of light in those eyes, no charm at all, and all the joys, sorrows, sorrows and sorrows seemed to be non-existent. They were like a deep well that had dried up, looking straight at him, almost eerily!

"These people are all stupid. Except for looking up when they hear sounds and occasionally moving, they are like wooden stakes. They don't react when they are beaten or scolded." Fubao said: "People are not human and ghosts are not. Damn it, it's better to be dead than alive. Master, it's really there!"

Liu Qinghuan turned around and saw Zhenzhen sitting by the pit not far away, with her black hair hanging down, staring blankly below.

He walked over and his eyes fell on a handsome male cultivator at the end: "Is he Hui Zizhao?"

Zhenzhen finally raised his head and said, "It's him, and it's not him."

Liu Qinghuan frowned: "How do you say that?"

"All that's left here is just an empty shell. His soul has been annihilated long ago." Zhenzhen said expressionlessly. After a pause, his calm expression cracked, and he pointed at the stupidly raised figure below. The male cultivator showed a resentful and mocking smile.

"You left me behind and ran away, but so what, I didn't escape and ended up like this, hahahaha!"

Liu Qinghuan turned her head in silence and glanced at the hundreds of people in the pit. Probably disturbed by the sound, they started to make a small commotion and crowded together towards this side. Some were accidentally squeezed down, so they rolled and crawled on the spot and did not get up for a long time.

Yuzun was right, these people seemed to have lost their minds completely, leaving only a little bit of instinct like insects and floating.

Most of these people wore conical buns that are no longer common today, their clothes were simple, and their lapels were embroidered with delicate star patterns. The remaining ten or twenty were all dressed in different styles, making them easy to distinguish.

Liu Qinghuan felt a chill coming out of her. She had some guesses in her heart and turned her head away sadly.

Most of the people with star patterns on their clothes are ancient cultivators. They may have lived on this mountain originally. The half-drunk tea and half-written words were probably written by them.

As for the other half, I'm afraid all of them were monks with great magic power in the past, and maybe even the majority were Mahayana monks. Just like them, they broke into this mountain and were imprisoned here, tortured by repeated time, and by the outside world. The world has forgotten, and in the end we can only huddle in this small pit, living or dying, never to see the light of day.

This is still under the premise that the sun and moon in the water do not often open up, and Ji Dou Immortal Mansion is isolated by a powerful barrier. Otherwise, this pit may not be able to contain it.

After a long time, Liu Qinghuan sighed: "So the physical body of those who enter this mountain will last forever, but the soul will still slowly die away until only an empty body is left."

"I don't want to live like a flesh bug." Fu Bao said with a bitter look on his face: "Master, can we escape?"

Liu Qinghuan was in a gloomy mood and could not give a definite answer: So many people who came here could not escape, so why could they escape?