Li Dong thinks more than Lei Dong thinks.

Some unreasonable benefits hit the head, and there are follow-ups.

The proportion of Hong Fu Qitian is not large, it is a trap, and there is a higher probability of a pit.

But things are like fishing.

For anglers, bait is not worth mentioning, but for fish, it is a rare delicacy.

Even those old fish who were well-cultivated in the pond couldn't help but be greedy.

The difference from those stunned greens is probably only that one of them eats the bait, but can flexibly escape most of the time, while the other is caught and becomes a delicacy on the fisherman's plate.

What if Li Dong guessed that there was something going on behind it?

He was reluctant to hold the treasure in his hands, the treasure that was very likely to exist.

For these, he was willing to take risks.

However, he has not been carried away by the interests, he knows that the means and strength are not enough, so he is ready to ask for help.

On the other hand, after leading Li Dong and the two to take the bait, Feng Linxun used the breath extracted from the spirit bead to use the breath as a guide and the light of the eternal lighthouse to explore the void and find a way.

In the dark, I found the corresponding world, and then traveled through the past.

The thunder exploded, and the mountain rain could fall down at any time.

The sky and the earth are drowsy, and the gray is connected into one piece.

On the steep mountain, a thin young man riding on the back of an old horse suddenly opened his eyes.

"A young man who travels through famous mountains and rivers, looking for immortals and Taoism. This origin... is much more simple and simple. Apart from his wealthy family background, there is nothing else that stands out." Feng Linxen touched it. Touching his chin, he reached out and patted the old horse's neck.

The old horse seemed to instinctively sense that the master's breath had changed a little bit, and he was a little suspicious. From time to time, he snorted twice, and then shook the mane on his neck.

Feng Linxun transformed a stream of true energy into a stream of pure vitality and entered it into its body.

The old horse let out a long cry, let go of its hooves, and continued to carry Feng Linchen hard, walking on the steep mountain road and continuing to the top of the mountain.

"Old Wushan, according to legend, every time there is a thunderstorm, there will be strange laughter on the top of the mountain. A woodcutter once saw a strange person on the top of the mountain, breathing flames, as if dancing."

"The former boy named Xu Ke, because of this legend, rode an old horse up the mountain alone before the rainstorm poured."

The sudden rain came, and at first it was just the roar of the wind, like a giant standing on the cloud, waving a long whip, whipping this mountain that had been through vicissitudes of life.

Then there are thousands of threads, like steel nails, falling from the sky above.

Relentlessly beat everything.

The wind blew the rain, swaying the old trees and dead vines in the mountains and forests, tired birds don't fly, sad monkeys can't sing.

Apart from the whistling wind and scattered rain, the entire mountain seemed to have fallen into an indescribable loneliness.

The old horse's hooves slipped a little, and Feng Linye quietly stabilized it.

One person and one horse, it was still difficult to climb to the top of the mountain.

There is a ruined temple on the top of the mountain.

Vaguely, it can be seen that it used to be a mountain temple.

It's just been abandoned.

The statue was toppled, and one of the stone-carved beasts at the door to ward off evil spirits also shattered.

Suddenly, a strange laughter, hahaha, came from the mountain temple.

At the same time, a raging fire began to howl from the top of the mountain.

In an instant, it was like a fire dragon, shuttled through the rain curtain.

At the entrance of the mountain temple, an intact stone-carved alien opened its eyes.

It also laughed in its mouth, and the sound was like the sound of wooden boards rubbing against a stone wall.

Feng Linwan looked at the strange beast carved in stone, and then asked, "Is there anything funny?"

The strange beast glanced at Feng Linwen, and then actually opened his mouth to speak.

"I am the wind, and it is the rain. Let's bless the weather in these eight villages together. But gradually, no one came to worship us, and we were no longer needed. It fell, and I am still standing here."

"Isn't that something to be happy about?"

"I still exist, I can still feel my existence when the storm comes. I laugh for this, and it...it doesn't feel anything. Compared to it, I should laugh I'm happier, when I can still feel it." The stone-carved beast said, suddenly rolled his eyes, and then said to Feng Linhan, "Young man! I advise you not to enter the temple. "

"There is a mad Taoist priest in the temple. He laughs more than I do. He practiced a very strange spell, but because he was practicing magic, he strayed into an illusion and killed his best friend. He's crazy, every time it's windy, rainy, and thunderous, he'll practice spells and want to kill himself."

Of course Feng Linye didn't listen to the persuasion.

He already felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the world.

It was just the first contact that made Feng Linnan feel that the atmosphere here seemed to be filled with a madness and sadness all the time.

Of course, it is also possible that it is only one-sided.

Feng Lin went into the temple at night.

He saw a Taoist man in a gray Taoist robe, sitting in the corner of a collapsed wall, holding a fire art in his hand, and rounds of fiery flames coiled around him.

From time to time, it manifests itself into vivid characters.

When Feng Linwen walked in, all the light of fire rushed towards Feng Linwen.

When the fire came towards him.

What Feng Linwen felt was not the scorching temperature, but the biting cold, and the wisps, like crazy tentacles, stretched out madly, as if to pull him into an abyss.

With a flick of the finger, a sword qi flew out, tearing the oncoming fireball to pieces.

Feng Linwan looked at the old Taoist whose hair was withered and yellow, and his mind fell into madness, Ling Xu pointed, drew a spell, and then branded it on the forehead of the old Taoist.

The old Daoist, who was originally crazy, suddenly calmed down after a ferocious expression.

Then the cloudy eyes~lightnovelpub.net~ gradually regained some clarity.

"Thank you for your help, senior." After the old man recovered a little, he suddenly staggered to his feet and saluted Feng Linwen.

Feng Linwen accepted the ceremony, and then asked, "What's wrong?"

"Everything makes me feel weird, but I can't tell."

When Lao Dao heard the words, his expression was gloomy, but he still explained: "Senior may have been in seclusion for a long time before he came out of the mountain. If you don't dislike it, Xiao Dao will explain a thing or two to you."

Feng Linxen stretched out his hand, signaling him to continue.

Lao Dao thought for a while, and then said: "About twenty years ago, the whole world...including the world of practice has changed. The things we are familiar with and good at have all become weird, jerky, and full of All kinds of crazy, sad and incomprehensible stuff."

"Cultivation techniques either fail or change in effect, which makes the practitioner's mind change. All spells are full of madness and ups and downs, and they may go wrong at any time."

"Talk about me... is it not like this? Originally it was just a fairly simple Nine Fire Flame Dragon Mantra, but now it has become like this, and it even killed a friend by mistake..."

Speaking of this, the old man was inexplicably sad for some reason, with sadness in his eyes, but he could only let out a 'hahaha' laughter from his mouth.

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