Chapter 1390 Meeting

Jingdong, deep in the Jialian Mountains, in a huge mountain depression.

At this time, there was silence in the mountain depression, and thousands of monks stood densely. These monks stood there straight with expressionless faces, their eyes glazed over, and they didn't respond even to the mosquitoes attached to their faces.

There is a huge falling rock just to the north of the col. On the rock sat cross-legged a young man who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. The young man's face was pale with some unusual grayness, as if he had some serious illness. look like.

Unlike the monks who are motionless like wooden figures below, the young man sitting cross-legged on the rock has no fluctuations of true energy, just like ordinary people, but at this moment he keeps making handprints with both hands while chanting words .

From morning to afternoon, the sun is westward, and the people in this mountain depression have not dispersed yet. Everyone didn't even move their positions. But if you look carefully, you can also find that there are different places in the mountain depression for most of the day.

Dark red silk threads that are much thinner than hair, which are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, appeared at some time on the top of every monk who was standing still like a wooden figure. It's only obvious when you look up three to five feet, because the extremely thin silk threads converge in midair, and from a distance, it looks like a puff of smoke is all leaning in the same direction, the falling rock in the north.

The young man on the falling rock has opened his previously closed eyes. The strange thing is that this person's pupils are scarlet red like ordinary people. After making a strange handprint with both hands, he stopped making a handprint, but his mouth is still open. Stopping to read something, so fast and urgent that people can't really hear it.

The most eye-catching thing is the handprints on the young man's hands, like a magnet, which actually attracts all the extremely thin threads that "flow over", and even binds them tightly like a strong rope and like a scarlet The jet of water silently poured into the handprints and disappeared into the palms of both hands.

It was as if it had flowed into this young man's body? !

As night falls, the moon sets and the sun rises, and when the sun appears again the next day, there are new changes in the valley. .

First of all, those monks who are as immobile as wooden people. At this time, they have undergone great changes from yesterday. All of them are like gossamer, their bodies are as dry as dry wood, and the extremely thin silk thread protruding from their heads But instead of disappearing, it became thicker and more bright red.

The second is the strange young man on the falling rock. In just one night, he changed from an ordinary person with no fluctuations in true energy to a fifth-level monk in the mysterious sea realm with strong aura and vitality! ? Even the breathing is stable without any signs of ups and downs.

Shen Hao's transformation from the seventh level of Yuandan Realm to the third level of Xuanhai Realm in two years has already been called a miracle against the sky, but compared with the young man in the mountain col, it is not enough at all, it is too far behind.

When more than half a day passed, and when dusk was approaching, the thousands of monks in the mountain depression had already lost their vitality, and their physical bodies began to completely collapse, like dry gravel, crumbling from the head, visible to the naked eye. Within a stick of incense, it completely turned into a pile of gray sand, as well as scattered robes and shoes.

Not long before dark, the huge mountain depression suddenly became empty like a blindfold, and there was only one person sitting cross-legged on a huge falling rock, and there was no other figure.

It's just that the dense piles of sand and scattered robes on the ground seem to indicate that this place was once full of people.

"call"

Exhaling a foul breath, the young man on the falling rock slowly stood up and moved his hands and feet. Every movement seemed to be filled with great force, and even accompanied by the dull sound of wind and thunder, it was weird and frightening.

"It's a pity that I couldn't do my best." The young man muttered, and slowly floated down from the falling rock, as if he was about to leave. But just as he was about to step out, he immediately took it back. The expression on his face tensed instantly, and he was no longer as calm as before when he was strolling in the courtyard.

"Ding!" The crisp sound of a silver bell seemed to light up the already dim light in the mountain depression. Then the crisp sound continued, and soon the entire mountain valley looked like a fragment of the galaxy in the sky, and the sky was full of bright spots emitting dark red light.

In the middle of those light spots is a long strip of spar, which is translucent and also dark red, like a fragment of a galaxy in the dark night, like vertical eyes looking at something together. No one knows how these crystals suddenly appeared.

"Shhhhh."

Some of the crystals suddenly began to gather together, and then quickly turned into a human shape, while the rest continued to float around, forming an encircling posture to enclose the young man in the middle.

"It really is you!" The young man frowned with a serious expression on his face, his eyes gleaming with anger, and he seemed to be an old acquaintance with the human form gathered by these dark red crystals that appeared in front of him.

"Kakakahaha, Boss Lang, how long has it been since the last time? Three thousand or five thousand years? When my body was reshaped, some insignificant memories are a little fuzzy. I wonder if you still remember?" The crystal crystal spoke human words, but the sound was harsh, as if it was pronouncing in the way of metal tremors.

"What's the meaning of time to you and me? What's the point of remembering it? But you, an ungrateful villain, dare to appear in front of me?"

"Small man? Ingratitude? Hehe, boss Lang knew all kinds of things back then. Didn't you have a good intention at the time? It was just a struggle. I said that both sides will suffer, right?

It's a pity, I was also seriously injured at the time, and I didn't have the strength to find you, so I let you hide in the city of death. Later, after my side stabilized, I couldn't leave again. I often think of Boss Lang in my heart, waiting for the day when we meet again.

Besides, although Boss Lang is recovering well, but with your current soul and puppet appearance, to put it bluntly, I can destroy it at will, so is there any taboo to see you, Boss Lang? How dare you not? "

The young man snorted coldly, looked him up and down for a moment, and said, "It's actually a body of luck! Qing Chi, I didn't expect you to actually find out a way to gather luck, let alone use luck to regain weight." Body shaping. But I'm curious, Jing Jiuchao's luck is only so much, and you can't absorb it all, you have to leave a few percent to maintain it. What about Bai Wu? He is willing to give you all the benefits?

Or did you say he was killed by you? "

The human figure gathered by the spar laughed and said: "Boss Lang knew why and asked, if Bai Wu was here, how could I reshape my body so quickly to this point?

But although Bai Wu was driven away by me, he is still alive. Boss Lang also knew that although that guy had no brains and no proficient skills, he had learned a lot and the methods to save his life were really hard to guard against.

But if Boss Lang misses Bai Wu, it's not like he won't have a chance to meet him. "