Mortal Seeking Immortal

At this moment, the black-robed immortal who had been sitting cross-legged moved. He took out a fist-sized black tripod from his waist, held the small black tripod in one hand, and jumped down from the carriage.

His hand fell on the head of one of the dead bodies, and he muttered a strange formula, and a ball of white mist flew from the head of the dead body into the small black tripod.

Then the black-robed immortal did the same thing, taking away all the dead bodies one by one, including the white mist in the heads of the victims and villagers.

What is the black-robed immortal doing?

Ye Zhou looked at the small black tripod in his hand curiously. After the white mist flew in, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no movement at all, and the black-robed immortal had a smile on his face.

"You are a very brave boy. You are more suitable to survive in the immortal gate than them."

Back in the carriage, the black-robed immortal glanced at Er Zhuang who fainted in the carriage, and Gou Shengzi who had been shrinking and dared not look out, and looked at Ye Zhou who was obviously much calmer with a little appreciation.

Ignoring the corpses lying on the ground, the carriage continued to set off.

The carriage did not go through the town along the way, but took the most desolate path.

As it got farther away from Yejia Village, Ye Zhou saw in the carriage that there were more and more corpses lying on the roadside, and flocks of crows flew in the sky, picking corpses on the ground to eat.

Sometimes the carriage would stop suddenly, and then Ye Zhou saw the black-robed immortal collecting the white mist from the corpses again. As the number of corpses on the roadside increased, the number of times they stopped became more and more frequent.

In the stories about immortals that his parents told him when he was a child, it seemed that no immortal liked to collect things from the dead.

Could it be that the black-robed immortal was not the immortal his parents said?

But the black-robed immortal did protect the villagers around him, and he did a good thing to help the weak and fight for justice.

As soon as this thought appeared in Ye Zhou's mind, he couldn't help but feel afraid and confused.

The immortal gate that he had always longed for might not be as beautiful as he imagined.

Will he become like this black-robed immortal in the future, looking for smelly corpses and collecting white mist everywhere?

But no matter whether the immortal gate is as beautiful as he imagined, he has no other choice.

Ye Zhou clenched his fists tightly.

"You must become more powerful than the immortal to have the right to freedom!"

As for the other two friends, they have gone from being scared to death at the beginning to being extremely curious about the dead now, and even have a hint of excitement in their eyes.

Ye Zhou instinctively felt that the two friends were changing in their hearts, becoming more and more like the black-robed immortal. They seemed to like the feeling of being high above and holding the power of life and death.

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On the fourth day, the black-robed immortal seemed to have collected enough "white mist", so he summoned a large floating lotus leaf.

"Come up, I'll take you back to the sect." The black-robed immortal said little, and sat cross-legged on the lotus leaf. Ye Zhou and Er Zhuang Gou Shengzi also climbed up quickly.

When the three of them came up, the lotus leaf began to fly into the air.

Ye Zhou, who was flying for the first time, looked at the trees and hills around him that were gradually getting smaller, and felt his calves were a little weak. Looking back at Er Zhuang and the others, the two were so scared that they lay on the lotus leaf, not daring to move or look. Ye Zhou couldn't help but feel a little funny.

After flying for a while, Ye Zhou's somewhat nervous heart gradually relaxed, and he began to look around curiously.

Below him were miniature mountains and houses, and sparse clouds flowed by him, as if he was in a fairyland.

At this time, a bird soaring in the sky rushed out of the clouds and hit the four people straight.

Ye Zhou hurriedly dodged sideways, but saw that the bird was blocked by an invisible wall and bounced back when it was about to fly into the range of the lotus leaf.

Ye Zhou curiously reached out his hand and touched in front of him, and indeed he touched a hard transparent barrier, which made him marvel.

The lotus leaf flew very fast, and it took only one hour to reach the immortal gate, which was originally a two-day journey.

As the lotus leaf descended, Ye Zhou and his companions were already in a green and tall mountain range, which was rolling like a long city wall, piercing the sky.

The highest peak of the mountain was so high that the top could not be seen. There were many towering ancient trees and cliffs on the mountain. Monkeys ran over the ancient trees from time to time. A winding stone path spread from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, like a stairway to heaven.

The lotus leaf did not go up along the stone path, but flew to a smooth and huge stone wall. The black-robed immortal took out a black token from his waist and shook it in front of the stone wall.

A ripple spread out from the stone wall, and a circle of ripples appeared out of thin air, and a dark hole appeared in the center of the ripples.

The hole was about two meters high and could accommodate more than ten people at the same time.

The lotus leaf flew towards the hole. As soon as it touched the hole, the hole began to ripple. Then the whole lotus leaf disappeared into the black hole. The black hole disappeared again, and only the smooth stone wall remained.

Just after leaving the hole, Ye Zhou suddenly felt his eyes brighten. He squinted his eyes as if he was not used to it. When he got used to it, he could see that the scenery in front of him was very different from what he saw outside the hole.

Looking up, the rolling mountains disappeared, replaced by three towering peaks, with pavilions of different heights on the peaks. Some immortals wearing black robes and flying swords were shuttling between the three peaks.

Ye Zhou looked back and found that there was a high stone wall behind him, and the hole he came from had disappeared long ago.

The lotus leaves carried the few people and flew towards the tallest mountain on the left.

On the way, Ye Zhou saw a huge platform appearing in the open space in front of the three peaks. This platform was divided into dozens of platforms of different sizes. Some people were fighting on these platforms. There were many people in black robes shouting excitedly around each platform.

And there was a white hill two people high standing between every two platforms.

Ye Zhou looked at one of the platforms and saw that the fight on it was almost over. One of the black-robed people was holding a black flag and waving it constantly. A lot of black fog flew out of the black flag and pounced on another black-robed person.

The black-robed person who was pounced by the black fog screamed in the rolling black fog, and then fell to the ground and died.

The black fog was sucked into the black flag again. When Ye Zhou looked at the person who fell to the ground, he found that the person had turned into a human skin skeleton. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Ye Zhou couldn't believe that this skeleton was the living person just now.

At this time, the winner excitedly took off the bag on the human skin skeleton's waist and waved it in his hand. The black-robed people around him shouted excitedly, as if cheering for the killing between their fellow disciples.

At this time, the person who had been waiting for a long time on the side of the high platform walked forward with a hunched body and threw the human skin skeleton on the ground onto the white hill beside.

Ye Zhou discovered that these white hills were actually made of piles of corpses!