The Most Powerful Young Man

Xiao Yao stood there, looking at the sky.

At this time, he was already dumbfounded.

The brain is completely blank, forgetting to think.

The old people in the village are no longer as unhurried as before.

Each one is like an enemy.

One after another fierce beasts rushed out from that door.

One of the old men found a brush and began to write poems out of thin air.

Then an old man came out to paint.

Each one has its own hidden means.

Xiao Yao just stood on the side, watching in silence.

Obviously, the strength displayed by these old people was beyond his comprehension.

However, this time it was not as easy as before.

After killing two or three fierce beasts, those fierce beasts have already rushed down.

Xiao Yao was too anxious.

In his opinion, it is simply impossible for these people to kill all the fierce beasts in the sky.

However, these people did not seem to have any intention to leave.

This really makes Xiao Yao feel a little incomprehensible, do they really want to die here?

A scorpion about thirty feet long, rushed down first, with a human face, and the eyes on that face were full of murderous intent.

One of the old people rushed up.

The scorpion's tail needle, long and sharp, penetrated the old man's body directly.

The old man's body fell directly from mid-air and fell to the ground, bloody.

Another old man, holding a sword in his hand, rose in the air, and the sword light was overflowing. Accompanied by a majestic coercion, it was obviously a sword that was enough to make the whole world tremble. Block it easily.

The sword qi is like a rainbow, and it cuts the head of the giant scorpion continuously.

The old man's body was forcibly torn in half by the giant scorpion with forceps, and blood fell from the air.

There was a rain of blood.

"You are all leaving! All quickly run away!" Xiao Yao suddenly roared.

No one heard his voice.

In fact, even if I heard it, I wouldn't feel anything.

If these old people don't leave, they won't leave.

No matter what happens, it seems that they can't change their determination to stay. If they really want to leave, they won't stay here anymore.

The giant scorpion rushed to the bottom, behind it, there were countless monsters.

Those monsters opened their mouths and roared.

Xiao Yao could clearly hear the word they shouted out.

kill!

kill!

kill!

Full of resentment!

Xiao Yao didn't know how many years they were detained. It could be decades, hundreds of years, or tens of millions or even tens of thousands of years.

But there is one thing Xiao Yao understands very well. These monsters, at this moment, vented their inner resentment and anger, on this village, on the people who guarded in this village.

An old man suddenly yelled, his lips squirming slightly.

Faintly spit out a word: "Zhu!" It was just a word, but it set off a murderous look.

That giant scorpion was smashed down by countless silver light beams.

That wave of vast energy crushed the giant scorpion into powder.

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the second monster rushed up again.

Then, the third head, the fourth head...

Can't see the end.

It's like standing alone in the desert, no oasis, no direction, no nectar.

Let it go at a glance, except for yellow sand or yellow sand, or despair except for despair.

But these old people didn't give up. They were still fighting against the black monsters, even if their numbers were still declining, they still didn't think it would end there.

Before the last moment, no one is willing to move back half a step.

Xiao Yao didn't know if they were really not afraid of death, but at least the state these people showed was not afraid of death.

Perhaps retreat is more terrifying to them than death.

Even watching these people die one by one, Xiaoya felt that this was a kind of torture.

He wanted to make a contribution, but he couldn't borrow it. Although Xiao Yao didn’t know what kind of identity these people lived here, and he didn’t know much about this space, he always felt that these people weren’t bad people. After all, they were working for these fierce monsters in life. , I can’t say what other reversals can happen, tell Xiao Yao, these monsters are kind-hearted, right? That's really funny.

Until the end, Xiao Yao could only see an old man.

Only the old man was still standing on the ground.

There is only one brush in his hand.

However, that single brush has already killed dozens of monsters.

Accidentally before, he was torn off an arm by a dog demon that was as fast as lightning.

Now, the wound is still bleeding out, but to him, this seems to be a trivial matter. It does not affect his speed, nor does it affect his mood, and even the expression on his face cannot be changed.

He still stands there, like a mountain.

Suddenly, the old man grinned and showed a smile. There was no sorrow or helplessness in the smile, but some relief.

He turned his face and glanced at Xiao Yao's direction.

Xiao Yao was startled suddenly.

He could clearly feel that the point where the old man's eyes fell was himself.

Can he see himself?

The old man raised his existing arm, the brush in his hand was a little in the air, and a silver light appeared, along a straight line, and penetrated Xiao Yao's eyebrows.

In the next second, his body was also penetrated by a human face spider.

What can be seen is a dark blood hole.

The old man's body slowly fell, with a smile still on his face.

Xiao Yao's body fell into a trembling state.

Those monsters laughed loudly.

The laughter sounds terrible.

"Freed!"

"Freed!"

Every monster is venting in this way...

The scene before him changed again.

Xiao Yao's body kept moving back.

Leaves fall, leaves grow.

Opening his eyes again, Xiao Yao has returned to the ancient tomb.

His clothes were soaked in sweat, and so was his hair, which was tightly attached to his skin.

The previous memory was like being engraved in his mind, even the color of the hair on those monsters, he could remember clearly.

In a short period of time, there was no light in his eyes, it was nothingness and emptiness.

When he came back to his senses, Xiao Yao sighed for a long time. There was something more in his mind. However, when he wanted to investigate, he found that there seemed to be a blank in his mind. No.

He thought for a while, and felt that what was appearing in his mind might have something to do with the old man before, but what happened, he couldn't get the answer now.

"Does that village exist to guard the monsters?"

Xiao Yao frowned tightly and kept thinking.

He felt that he had finally caught a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg, but he also felt that what he saw now might not even be the tip of the so-called iceberg.

There was a cloud of fog in front of me, but no matter how I walked, I couldn't get out.

Leaning on the corner, standing for a while, still thinking of everything that happened before.

It’s like watching a movie. However, Xiao Yao is not really just an audience. He feels that he still has a guest role in the big disaster movie. As for what role it is, in a short time. There is no way for Nei to get the answer, unless it's because she thinks about what the old man left in her body in the end.

"Brother Xiao, are you back?"

Xiao Yao turned his face, looked at Kun Mu and Zhao Tieniu, and nodded.

"Brother Xiao, your face is a little ugly!" Kun Mu walked up to him, frowning and asked.

Xiao Yao gave a wry smile and said, "Go back first."

Kun Mu and Zhao Tieniu looked at each other.

Although both of them were full of curiosity, seeing Xiao Yao's current state, they couldn't ask anything, but nodded helplessly.

When he walked out of the ancient tomb, Xiao Yao felt that the sun was a little dazzling.

He raised his head and took a look, and suddenly the scene in his mind appeared in front of him again.

In the sky repeatedly, countless terrifying beasts circled again.

His face was pale for a while.

"Brother Xiao, are you okay?" Kun Mu quickly asked, seeing Xiao Yao staggering for several steps and almost falling.

Xiao Yao shook his head, indicating that he was okay.

After coming down the mountain, Xiao Yao asked, "Where are Yang Benshan and the others?"

"Still in town." Zhao Tieniu said.

He did the task of sending Yang Benshan and Yang Tong back.

Kunmu asked, "Do we need to take them back?"

"Forget it for the time being," Xiao Yao said, "Anyway, if you really want to take them back, they won't necessarily listen to you."

"Then if they continue to dig the tomb, will they still encounter danger?" Kun Mu frowned.

"No." Xiao Yao said.

"Why?" Xiao Yao's determined attitude made Kun Mu deeply curious.

Xiao Yao said as he walked, "Because that magic circle no longer exists."

When Xiao Yao withdrew from the magic circle, he had already noticed that the magic circle barrier that originally existed in the ancient tomb had completely disappeared.

Otherwise, he would not leave so decisively, perhaps after adjusting his emotions, he would try to go in again.

Perhaps there will be new discoveries.

After hearing what Xiao Yao said, Kun Mu and Zhao Tieniu suddenly realized.

The eyes of the two looking at Xiao Yao became more and more curious.

They couldn't help thinking about what Xiao Yao had experienced in that circle.

After all, they still knew Xiao Yao's psychological quality and strength. They thought about it in Henan, what exactly Xiao Yao saw before and what he encountered that would have caused him such a big blow.

At the moment, Xiao Yao didn't say anything, and they couldn't help it.

The three returned to Kyoto together. Neither Xiao Yao nor Kunmu stayed in Kyoto any more, and went straight back to Haitian City.

When he re-lived on Xianren Mountain, Xiao Yao's smile was much less, and his expression became more solemn.

The visit to the ancient tomb this time was rewarding, but also not rewarding.