Martial Cultivator

Just when a big problem occurred in that cemetery, a middle-aged Taoist man quietly entered the white mist.

He is the leader of Chixin Temple and the second person in Chixin Temple. He is the true Taoist Master. In the entire Taoist sect, there are only a handful of monks who are senior to him, and even fewer people who are higher than him. He is this A real big shot in the world, but even he frowned when he entered the white mist.

These white mist are very strange.

Ordinary monks who enter it will lose all their cultivation and become ordinary mortals. When the Chongming Sect discovered this ancient ruins, they sent many people to explore it. Among them, there was even the leader of the Chongming Sect from the previous generation, but even he, If you enter it, you will lose all your cultivation.

When the middle-aged Taoist came in, he immediately couldn't notice all the qi in his body. He had been practicing for many years, had a high level, and was proficient in various Taoist methods, but there seemed to be no way to prevent such a thing at the moment?

But he was never an ordinary monk.

He quickly took out an oil-paper umbrella, and after holding it up, the white mist around him seemed to be forced by something and dispersed in all directions, which was very strange.

And when he held up this oil-paper umbrella, the middle-aged Taoist felt much better.

He walked towards the white mist with a normal expression, as if he were on an outing.

But in fact, if someone saw the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, they might have a lot of complicated emotions.

As the leader of the Taoist sect, Chixin Temple has a long history. There are naturally countless earth-shattering magic weapons in the temple, and the one in the hands of the Taoist now is one of them.

The white mist that troubled countless monks would bow their heads briefly in front of the oil-paper umbrella.

"This may be an ancient formation, but where is the eye of the formation?" The middle-aged Taoist walked toward the depths of the white mist, whispering as he walked.

Chongming Sect spent many years unable to find the reason for the existence of white mist, but in the eyes of this middle-aged Taoist, it was just a glance and he seemed to know the past and present life of these white mist.

This is the biggest difference between Chixin Guan and Chongming Sect.

The middle-aged Taoist held an umbrella and walked deep in the white mist. He soon came to a cliff. There was a valley in front of him. There was more white mist in the valley, making it difficult for him to see clearly.

"Not here."

The white mist here is thicker. If it were anyone else, they would definitely think that this is where the formation eye of the great formation is, but the middle-aged Taoist knows very well that this is not the case.

He turned around and walked towards the distance. He didn't know how long it took before he came to a cliff again.

There was a scripture engraved on the cliff, but the text was not the script that is circulated in the world today. The middle-aged Taoist recalled the Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures he had read and found that they were not in the same script. He also recalled many Taoist scriptures he had seen in the Infatuated Mind View. Law books, when I think of those words, I also find that it is not one of them.

The middle-aged Taoist murmured, "No."

After coming to the conclusion, the middle-aged Taoist smiled slightly, and a piece of white paper floated into the air. He looked at the words on the cliff. A lot of cinnabar appeared between the sky and the earth. He reached out and dipped some, and then began to draw in the air with his fingertips. After that, a lot of words appeared on the white paper, and those words happened to be the ones on the cliff.

Soon, the white paper was filled with words.

The middle-aged Taoist stretched out his hand to clamp the white paper and disappeared in a flash.

It turns out that in this white mist, he still has some cultivation.

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More and more monks in the cemetery are dying, and now there are not many left.

The remaining monks are all disciples of the big sects, and they are still struggling to support themselves by relying on the magical weapons in those sects.

Chen Chao had quietly walked towards the white skeleton in the center, but he was soon discovered.

The white skeleton looked at Chen Chao, and then uttered extremely obscure syllables.

But this time, Chen Chao understood.

It means to stop him.

Several bones immediately surrounded them.

They held war swords in their hands and slashed at Chen Chao.

Chen Chao had no intention of fighting with them. He almost brutally knocked away a bone and then continued running forward.

The bones were knocked open,

Chen Chao also felt a lot of pain, but he didn't stop.

"Stop them, if you don't want to die!"

Chen Chao shouted and continued running forward without looking back.

What he said was naturally addressed to the monks who are still alive. Although many monks have died now, and although they have been working very hard and don't know when they will die, they also came after hearing such words at this moment. Some spirit.

They knew what Chen Chao was going to do, and they also knew that doing so might be their only chance of survival.

But the question is... isn't Chen Chao their enemy?

Many times, enemies will become friends.

That sentence is very good, there are no eternal friends in the world, only eternal interests.

I just don’t know if this sentence can be used here.

But some monks did move.

When the bones were chasing Chen Chao, the monk threw out several green talismans. In an instant, countless vines sprouted from those talismans, and then wrapped around the bones.

These vines may not be able to trap the bones, but they can at least delay them for some time.

Then in an instant, several monks threw out talismans or magic weapons, using their own methods to clear the way for Chen Chao.

They wanted to ensure that the young warrior in front of them could walk in front of the bones.

They didn't suddenly change their minds, it's just that they didn't want to die.

There must be a purpose in doing things. Before, it was digging graves, wanting to kill Chen Chao, and now helping Chen Chao.

Chen Chao had missed something, but this time, he was not wrong.

He cut open a white bone with a knife, and finally came to the seemingly ordinary white bone.

It's just that he spent a lot to get here, and now he is in very bad spirits and his face is extremely pale.

The white mist can not only suppress the realm of these monks, but also has other effects.

They simply cannot stay in there for long. The monks here will be weaker at every moment than they were at the last moment.

Chen Chao did not hesitate to use all the bottles of elixirs.

The whole thing was poured into his mouth, and he swallowed it without even chewing.

Many people died, and there were many more pills. Chen Chao took a lot, so he was not worried. If it weren't for knowing that no matter how much he took, it would be useless. I'm afraid that what he was taking now would not be one bottle of pills, but countless bottles. .

His condition was getting better, presumably because the drugs had taken effect, but Chen Chaohe frowned tightly.

Because the white skeleton in front of him was just looking at him quietly, without making a move or running away.

Chen Chao could break the other bones. They were not too scary. If the bones in front of him were the same as them, the fate would be the same.

But he didn't move, just to tell Chen Chao that they were different.

Chen Chao looked at the green light in his eyes, and then fell silent.

Because he saw human emotions in those green lights.

Speaking carefully, these bones are indeed human, at least they once were.

Chen Chao said seriously, "They are guilty, but I am not."

There should not be many people who know Chen Chao, but if that amazing girl is here, they will definitely know that Chen Chao chose not to take action directly at this moment, but opened his mouth, because he was not sure.

If he is sure, he will not waste any time. Whether it is a knife or a punch, that is the most important thing for him to do.

The white skeleton looked at him, and there was some emotion in the green light.

It seemed like a slight taunt.

Chen Chao understood. What he meant was that there is no difference between you.

Chen Chao said, "They dug the grave, but I didn't. I was just passing by."

The emotion in the bones' eyes did not change.

Chen Chao stopped talking.

Since it doesn’t make sense, there’s no need to say it.

He held the broken knife and slashed forward with all his strength.

He didn't want to let him go, so in order to survive, he had to break him into pieces.

Or kill him.

Even if he has died once.

Why can't I die again?