Immortality: Start Cultivating Immortality From Pingshan Mountain

 Darkness shrouded all directions.

There was no light, no sound...and no sign of life.

The only thing left is endless coldness.

The chill is bone-chilling, making people feel like they are in an endless hell.

Chen Yulou walked in the front holding a wind lantern, with one end of the plank underneath him embedded in the gap in the cliff, and the other end hanging in the air.

The earthly energy surging deep in the ghost cave.

Turn into violent wind.

If you are not careful, you will be thrown into it.

The most terrifying thing is that this ghost place is heavily saturated with water vapor. In addition, after thousands of years have passed, the plank road has long been decayed, and there will be a crackling sound every time you take a step.

Walk in it.

It is no exaggeration to say that I am dancing on the edge of a knife.

It seems like the next moment, I will fall into the bottomless abyss.

"Be careful."

After almost half a circle, Chen Yulou suddenly stopped and reminded the people behind him. At the same time, he raised his hand lantern, and a niche was quickly reflected in the firelight.

Half a meter square.

Among them is a kneeling stone figure with an oil lamp on his head.

The wick has long since burned out.

However, there was still a small handful of oil embers remaining in the stone lamp.

Although it was covered with dust, you could still vaguely see that it must be the fat of some animal.

Just glanced casually.

Chen Yulou's eyes continued to fall on the stone man.

Compared with the stone statue in the altar above his head just now, both the knife skills and skills are far behind.

Rough and abstract.

Just roughly carve out a human shape.

As for facial features, appearance, clothing, and other details, there are almost no details.

"It's old enough."

Seems to be aware of his actions.

Several people behind him also gathered around.

They are all old martial arts masters. Even Kunlun, with his eyesight, can easily go to Changsha City's antique shops and become a master palmist.

You can tell the origin of the stone man at a glance.

Not to mention how valuable it is, but its longevity is extremely astonishing.

At least it's an artifact from thousands of years ago.

"It's a bit strange. This style seems completely different from Jingjue."

The old foreigner frowned slightly and carefully recalled what he saw along the way.

The most impressive thing is naturally the black temple.

From the first to the sixth floor, there are almost all stone sculptures representing their respective levels.

But even the stone sheep and slaves at the lowest level are carved lifelike.

Far from being so crudely made.

"Could it be that your ancestors from this lineage left behind?"

Yang Fang's eyes flickered, thoughtfully.

According to the old foreigners, their lineage was once the master of Shuangheishan.

However, later due to some reasons, they moved from the Western Regions to the mainland.

But he just finished speaking.

It was directly denied by Partridge Whistle.

"Won't."

As this generation of mountain-moving Taoist and the last clan leader of Zagrama, he holds the Book of Prophets and the Secret Records of Mountain-moving.

He knows it very well.

Back then, Xian Sheng did think about going deep into the ghost cave at first.

Get a glimpse of its secrets.

But the ghost cave was too deep and the ancestors had little means to enter it.

With the help of divination prophecies, I learned that there was a golden jade eye in the east, which could shine through the ghost cave, so I ordered someone to imitate it to spy on it.

pity.

final result.

Not only did he not see the bottom of the ghost cave.

Instead, it opened the door to disaster and brought catastrophe to the tribe.

The first saint also died because of this.

From beginning to end, no one has actually gone down into the ghost cave.

How could there be traces left on half the wall?

What's more, although the facial features of the stone man holding the lamp cannot be clearly seen, his appearance is obviously different from those of the Zagrama clan.

You have to say one thing.

In his opinion, they are similar to the Serbs and Tocharians.

"Is there a possibility that these people are older than the Jingjue people?"

While several people were arguing, Chen Yulou suddenly said.

"Ghost Cave Clan?"

Partridge Whistle's heart moved.

But then he thought of something and shook his head hesitantly.

"It shouldn't be."

"The prophet did leave a prophecy that eight hundred years after his death, another group of people would appear in Shuangheishan, and they would call themselves the Ghost Cave Clan."

"From the murals everywhere in the ancient city, it is not difficult to guess that the Guidong clan is actually the ancestor of the Jingjue people."

"It's the same as before. Logically speaking, the style shouldn't have changed so much?"

He calmly talked about the past.

A thorough analysis.

"Could it be further forward?"

After he finished speaking, Chen Yulou continued to speak.

"More forward?"

At this time, not only the partridge whistle, but also the old foreigners on the side were suddenly startled.

You know, the Zagrama clan migrated from the distant European continent to Shuangheishan more than four thousand years ago, just because their clan has always believed in the true God.

And according to the divination predictions of the sages.

The true God is under Shuangheishan.

That era can almost be called ancient times. At the same time, the mainland was still under the rule of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

According to historical records, the entire Chinese civilization only lasts about five thousand years at most.

Going forward, wouldn’t it be the ancient times?

A tribal people who drink blood from their hair and tie ropes to remember things.

This is still the case in the mainland. Is it possible that someone in the Western Regions thousands of miles away was the first to derive civilization?

"Look at this stone man. It's indeed ancient, but wouldn't it be too bizarre to say it was five or six thousand years ago?"

Partridge Whistle thought about it again and again, but finally couldn't hold it back and said with a frown.

The reason why he hesitated was that he was afraid that Chen Yulou would see something.

But in his opinion, this possibility can be said to be extremely slim.

"Yes, Shopkeeper Chen. Thousands of years ago, we were still primitive tribes. Could we really build such a stone man?"

"I also think it's a bit unlikely."

Yang Fang and the old foreigner on the side spoke one after another.

It may be possible to say one or two thousand years, but for thousands of years, in the era of living like hair and drinking blood, how can there be any civilization at all?

Seeing that everyone looked puzzled, Chen Yulou just smiled.

The Snowy Demon Kingdom is really in the ancient times.

Before the Zagrama clan arrived at Shuangheishan, they took the Muchen Bead, the Eye of the Snake God, from the Ghost Cave and established a huge political power in the Kunlun Mountains.

But it is still the Republic of China.

Archeology hadn't even existed yet, let alone geology, nature, and scientific research. Even if he insisted on his opinion, once the seeds of doubt were planted, it would be difficult to change.

So, we might as well wait until we get to the bottom of the cave.

Seeing the relics and murals left by the people of the Demon Kingdom, seeing is believing, and everything will naturally come to light.

Didn't stop too much.

The group of people went deeper and deeper around the spiral staircase.

He focused all his attention on the people below and around him, and did not notice that a stream of fire shaped like a star appeared at some point high in the dark dome.

Astonishingly, he was summoned by Chen Yulou.

Luofu followed them.

After nearly two months of raising animals and traveling across the entire black desert, its eyes are as sharp as a falcon, and its feathers are as if they were made of molten iron, glowing with a deep metallic luster.

The most amazing thing is what's behind it.

The feather-feathered phoenix mirror is no longer as blurry as before.

On the contrary, it is clearly visible.

I don’t know what it did alone in the vast desert during this period of time to cause such a terrifying change.

Compared to before.

The body shape has not changed much.

But his appearance is more and more like the legendary phoenix bird.

At this moment, it was standing on a protruding stone on the cliff, its sharp beak gently combing the colorful feathers, and its gaze casually swept below.

A pair of phoenix eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the darkness.

It landed accurately on a group of people on the plank road.

but…

Further down, even it couldn't see clearly.

There seemed to be an invisible barrier in the billowing black fog.

But as a great demon, Luofu's natural sense of danger is far beyond that of ordinary people. In the endless darkness, he can clearly feel a great terror that pierces the blood of the soul. That was an experience it had never had since turning into a demon.

The master called it to come, but only said to let it sweep the formation.

Since they want to plunder the formation, fighting is inevitable.

However, the master has so many methods and strength that even it dare not say that it can catch up.

But he had to remind him in such a solemn tone.

One can imagine how terrifying the existence in this abyssal cave is.

After combing his feathers, Luofu spread his wings and jumped down with the help of the wind flowing under his body. The demonic aura and phoenix fire gathered together, like a fallen leaf, falling lightly.

There wasn't even a trace of sound breaking through the air.

I have been wild in the black desert for so long.

Luofu is not all playing around.

At least this method of staying in the air was learned from the two Tianshan eagles it captured.

Not long after.

A group of people appeared in its sight.

But except Chen Yulou.

No one on the plank road noticed its existence.

Even the distance between the two is only twenty or thirty meters.

As the group gradually went deeper, they discovered more and more ancient ruins along the way, including cave niches, stone figures, stone axes, and even crude stone paintings.

Just like the Black Mountain stone carvings they saw outside Yumen Pass.

However, compared to the latter, the ones in front of me are rougher. They are just some lines put together, and the things recorded are also all kinds of strange.

It seems that the ancients who opened the plank road in the first place carved it casually in their spare time.

It has no specific meaning.

But the faces of Partridge Whistle and others became more solemn.

Before writing was invented, murals were the best carrier, from which we could learn too much.

The ancient murals.

It seems to be getting closer to Chen Yulou's previous guess.

only…

how come?

A tribe that even the ancestors didn't know about.

It existed in Shuangheishan thousands of years ago, and even entered this ghost cave.

Now they can.

One is that it has the advantage of the plank road that our ancestors did not have.

In addition, spanning thousands of years, the gap in knowledge cannot be bridged by prophecy.

And even so, Partridge Whistle never said anything.

From the moment he stepped onto the plank road, he felt like a fire was burning on the back of his neck, a strong burning sensation, like lava all over his body.

The blood is turbulent and the heart is palpitating.

With each step you go deeper, the blood flows slower and slower, as if it is stagnant.

It felt to him as if the evil curse that had been dormant for a long time would break out at any time.

He didn't dare to say it because he was afraid it would cause panic and make them worried.

Now we have reached this point.

Even if the ghost curse really breaks out, he will never take a step back. Otherwise, after thousands of years, wouldn't the clan members who died because of the ghost curse die in vain?

He secretly glanced at his junior brother, the old foreigner.

Seeing that his steps were heavy, he would stop to catch his breath every time he walked.

Partridge Whistle understood immediately.

The same goes for junior brother.

"Wait a minute, Shopkeeper Chen, there seems to be some invisible insect in this **** place. I must have been bitten."

While he was distracted.

Yang Fang, who was walking in the middle of the team, suddenly cursed.

"Insect bite?"

Hear this.

Not only him, but also Chen Yulou who was leading the group stopped and looked over with a suspicious look on his face.

"what happened?"

"I don't know. Anyway, it's just itchy. After a while, I feel like my skin is about to be scratched, but I can't press it down at all."

Yang Fang shook his head.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, several people realized the seriousness of the matter.

If there really are insects similar to golden floats hidden in this endless darkness, there is no way to prevent them.

Chen Yulou frowned, motioned for him to lift up his clothes, and at the same time raised the wind lantern in his hand.

but…

Just a quick glance.

Everyone felt as if they had seen a ghost, their faces turned pale and bloodless.

Under the flickering lights.

On the back of Yang Fang's neck, a ferocious eyeball appeared out of nowhere.

It was as if someone had carved it in with a knife.

It's like growing out of flesh and blood.

Countless fingerprints still remain around the eyeballs.

It was obvious that he had caught her.

"this…"

"Gudong!"

"how come?"

That eyeball was so real that everyone's scalp felt numb and their whole body felt itchy when they looked at it.

"No, what on earth is it?"

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Sensing something was wrong in the atmosphere, Yang Fang, who was still lifting his clothes, suddenly turned his head and glanced at several people suspiciously.

"Kunlun, please lift up your shirt too."

Chen Yulou frowned and did not respond. Instead, he looked at Kunlun and shouted decisively.

"good."

See this situation.

Kunlun didn't dare to hesitate at all. He put down the wind lantern in his hand, quickly took off his robe, and lifted up his shirt, revealing a strong and strong body that looked like it had been tempered thousands of times.

Even Yang Fang, who also practiced Heng Kung Fu, looked shocked when he saw that body.

But when his eyes glanced at Kunlun's back.

The whole person froze.

On his vest, there was actually a lifelike eyeball the size of a fist.

It looks so real.

It seemed as if it would emerge from the flesh and blood in the next moment, and then open its eyelids.

"this is not…"

Yang Fang gritted his teeth and exclaimed.

Countless images flashed through his mind.

It is clearly the eyeball totem seen along the way.

Why did this ghost appear on Kunlun...

wrong.

Think of the actions of a few people just now.

He understood immediately.

Not only Kunlun, but also behind him.

"It's a curse!"

Chen Yulou's pupils shrank slightly, and there was an indescribable complexity in his eyes.

This was indeed beyond his expectation.

After being silent for a while, he slowly opened his mouth and turned to look at the Partridge Sentinel brothers who were shocked and helpless.

"Brother Taoist, old foreigner brother, what Chen said is right, right?"

"This is the curse that the Zagrama clan has suffered for thousands of years!"

"yes."

Partridge Whistle laughed bitterly.

He signaled the old foreigner to take off his robe and lower his head.

The ferocious eyeball on the back of the neck, like a living thing, was revealed to everyone.

"A ghost curse."

"The inescapable disaster has been with my clan for thousands of years."

His simple words seemed to have exhausted all his strength. His stern face was now as pale as gold paper, and his breathing became rapid.

"But...I don't understand."

"You are not from my clan, why are you...being cursed?"

I heard him murmuring to himself.

Chen Yulou reached out and pointed to the ground and the surroundings. The depths of his calm eyes were now as cold as frost.

"This is fate."

"As long as you enter this place, no one can escape."

boom-

This sentence is tantamount to a ignited bomb.

It instantly caused an uproar.

The atmosphere became increasingly gloomy.

It's like a rock pressing in the chest, making it hard to breathe.

"This ghost cave... is actually a passage connecting the imaginary number space. Only by cutting off the connection between the two can the curse be solved." (End of this chapter)