Chapter 1789 The Crazy Old Man at the Bottom of the Cliff

Taking out a few luminous pearls in his hand, Mu Yun threw them away directly, and the luminous pearls spread, and finally some outlines appeared in front of Mu Yun's eyes.

Here is a chaotic hillock, surrounded by many stones scattered, the small ones are the size of a fist, and the big ones are as tall as a person.

It was full of chaotic rocks, and around those chaotic rocks, there were many long swords, either intact or damaged.

Muyun stood up, took a step forward, creaked, and suddenly sounded.

He stepped out, and his body dropped half a meter, the dust under his feet almost buried him.

A puff of dust billowed up, and Mu Yun sniffed, with a shocked expression on his face.

"Ash!"

He flew straight up, landed on a stone, and looked around.

At this moment, there are ashes everywhere around the bottom of the cliff.

Mu Yun thought about it carefully, and then he understood.

This place is the bottom of the cliff, and the disciples of the Sword God Sect who died here, I don’t know how much. When those disciples came down, they might not have reached the bottom of the cliff, but they were directly torn to pieces by the wind and turned into powder ash. bottom of the cliff.

Thinking of the half-human ashes, Mu Yun shuddered.

How many people died here?

Muyun threw some night pearls again, illuminating the surroundings, and roughly observed the general appearance of this place.

It is about a thousand meters long and wide, and there are ashes all over the ground, and there are many divine swords stuck on the rocks.

It's just that these divine swords, the lowest grade, are all at the level of Guyuan artifacts.

Guyuan artifacts were only refined by five-star artifact masters, equipped by the top powerhouses in the realm of gods, but here, there are hundreds of them.

It's just that Mu Yun just wanted to pull out those long swords and put them away, but found that he couldn't shake them at all.

"It's a good thing I didn't die here, it's just here, how do I get up there?"

Looking around, Mu Yun was quite helpless.

The gang wind above is constantly pressing downwards. It is easy for him to fall, but it is almost impossible to go up!

For several days, Muyun tried to go up, but there was no way.

He could only rely on the holy stele and the map of the blue spring to resist those strong winds, but the impact was too powerful for him to resist.

What can I do?

Mu Yun had no choice but to look around and check to see if there were any other exits during the past few days.

I searched and searched, but there was still no way.

"Is it trapped here?"

Mu Yun smiled helplessly.

He has now reached the peak realm of the true god, and his lifespan has increased from the original hundred years to the current hundreds of years in the God Realm. It's just a joke.

As the God Realm rises, the higher he goes, the more his life span will explode. But he is only a true god now, and his life span is not increased by much. When he reaches the realm of God King and opens up the Primordial Spirit, his life span will undergo earth-shaking changes, and his life span will increase by tens of thousands. More than a year.

The most important thing now is that his current body needs to eat!

After a long time, he either died of starvation or died of old age.

"You can't wait to die here!"

Mu Yun stood up, looked around, bit a piece of barbecue in his hand, and said, "You can definitely leave!"

"smell good!"

Just as Mu Yun finished speaking, a voice suddenly sounded.

"who?"

Hearing this voice, Mu Yun froze for a moment.

He has been here for four or five days, but he has searched all over the place, but he didn't find anyone here!

"Me, me, me!"

The voice sounded again, saying, "I'm under you!"

"under?"

Mu Yun looked at his feet.

Those ashes were firmly trampled by him. He just set up a fire here, took out some of the raw meat he had stored, and roasted them.

The Void Spirit Sword appeared directly at this moment, and Mu Yun pierced directly below with a sword.

boom……

Immediately, a roar sounded from the bottom of the cliff, and at this moment, the ashes flew and scattered, turning into birds all over the sky, spreading on the surrounding stone walls.

At this moment, Muyun discovered that there was actually an altar under the ground where the ashes were piled up.

But at this moment, in the center of the altar, a figure, an old figure, sat cross-legged.

The altar was 100 meters wide at the top, with four corners on all sides, and a stone pillar stood upright.

And on the stone pillar, iron chains hooked and spread, locking the old figure tightly.

Seeing this scene, Mu Yun was slightly taken aback.

He didn't expect that there was such a person at the bottom of the cliff.

"Little guy, you are so lucky that you fell and survived. Hehe, you are the only one who has not been turned into ashes after falling for thousands of years!"

The old man has gray hair and a haggard face, but he doesn't look old, it's just that his clothes are tattered and he looks quite old.

To be precise, it's more like middle age.

"If you don't die, it's the same as being dead!"

Mu Yun doesn't care about Tao.

It's just that the old man looked at the barbecue in Muyun's hand, but he was greedy and said: "I have been here for ten thousand years. Although I don't need to eat, I am so greedy. Little guy, let me taste the barbecue in your hand?"

Hearing this, Mu Yun threw it directly.

The old man picked up the hot barbecue, swallowed it in one gulp, regardless of the heat, and babbled, very happy.

Judging by his appearance, it is true that he hasn't eaten for a long time, but he didn't starve to death. Mu Yun concluded that this person is at least in the realm of a god!

Only when you reach the realm of the gods and condense the primordial spirit, and rely on the primordial spirit to absorb the divine power and aura of the heavens and the earth, you don't need to eat.

Otherwise, this old guy would have starved to death long ago.

"how is the taste?"

"Not bad, little guy, it seems that you have lived and slept in the open!"

The old man smiled and said, "What's your name?"

"Muyun!"

"Muyun?" The old man was taken aback when he heard Muyun's name.

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's okay!" Feeling that he lost his composure, the old man shook his head.

"I am a disciple of the Outer Sect of the Sword God Sect. I was killed by a titled disciple and fell to the bottom of the cliff. I was lucky to survive!"

"oh oh!"

The old man looked at Mu Yun and said, "My name is Zhuo Yuanhang!"

hum...

The old man said his name, and suddenly, Mu Yun felt something struggling in his mind, dizzy for a while, and almost fell down.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"No...it's okay!"

Mu Yun shook his head, quite curious.

For some reason, when he heard the word Zhuo Yuanhang, he felt familiar.

But I can't remember where I heard it.

But in this world, there are trillions of people, and there are too many people with the same name.

"You don't know me?" The old man couldn't help being surprised when he saw that Muyun was only shaking his body and didn't say a word.

"How do I know who you are?"

Mu Yun rolled his eyes, speechless.

He is now full of thoughts about leaving this place, otherwise, if Xie Qing knew that he had fallen off a cliff, he might go crazy and do something.

"Aren't you a disciple of the Sword God Sect Outer Sect?"

"yes!"

"Then how can you not know who I am?"

"Then why do I have to know who you are!"

Mu Yun was speechless.

With a wave of the palm, six sacred monuments appeared.

He was too lazy to talk to this old lunatic.

The most urgent task now is how to get out of here.

However, when he saw Muyun offering six pieces of sacred stele, the old man suddenly dropped the piece of meat in his hand and wanted to rush forward.

It's just that the iron chain bound his body, making it impossible for him to leave the center of the altar.

But looking into Mu Yun's eyes, there was horror.

Being stared at by the old man like this, Mu Yun was a little startled, and he felt relieved when he thought that the old man couldn't break free from the chain.

If the old man could break free from the iron chain, he would have run away long ago, and he would not have been here for thousands of years.

"Tell me, why do I have to know who you are?" Mu Yun felt that the scene was a little weird, and couldn't help but ask.

The old man stared at the sacred tablet in his hand in a daze, as if he had lost his mind and went crazy.

"Hey, talk!"

"Where did you come from, this stele?" The old man looked at Muyun with an extremely solemn expression.

"I asked you first, you talk first!" Mu Yun didn't answer.

"I am Zhuo Yuanhang, Zhuo is the excellent Zhuo, Yuanhang is the Yuanhang who sails far, and I am the suzerain of the Sword God Sect!"

What?

Hearing this, Mu Yun was so frightened that the stele almost came out of his hand.

The Sovereign of the Sword God Sect?

"Old man, you have to be more truthful when you lie, okay?" Mu Yun said speechlessly: "Nowadays, the master of the Sword God Sect is Zhuo Jianyi. You really think that I am a disciple of the foreign sect who just entered the sect, don't you know? ?”

Hearing this, the old man smiled bitterly.

"That's right, Zhuo Jianyi, it's my son..."

"Your son?"

Mu Yun was completely stunned.

The son is the suzerain, imprisoning his father here?

What a joke!

"Everything I said is true. I am Zhuo Yuanhang, the suzerain of the Sword God Sect. Zhuo Jianyi, that rebellious son, locked me here in darkness. With the spirit of my sword soul, I raised his sword for him. The god in the sword burial mound The sword, for so many years, has been raised by my sword soul!"

As soon as these words came out, Mu Yun felt even more unbelievable.

Soul of Sword.

The old thing in front of him is a swordsman who has comprehended the soul of the sword!

"Little guy, I told the truth, you should tell me what you are?" the old man said again.

In Mu Yun's heart, he didn't believe a word of the old man's words, and only regarded him as a lunatic.

Looking at the old man, he smiled and said, "You said you were Zhuo Yuanhang, right? Zhuo Jianyi's father?"

"That's right!"

"Okay, since that's the case, I'll tell you, in fact, I am Muyun, the prince of the ten ancient herdsmen!"

"You fart!"

Not only heard Mu Yun's words, Zhuo Yuanhang suddenly became furious, and scolded: "Prince... Mu Yun, the prince of the Mu clan, has been dead for forty thousand years!"

"That's right, I'm dead!"

Mu Yun vowed: "However, my father, Mu Qingyu, is a man with the power to reach the heavens. He left me a remnant soul, which made me reincarnated and became the current me, the current Mu Yun. Look, the soul in me It's completely different from the shepherd prince back then, it was because my father protected me and made me reincarnate twice on purpose to have this effect!"

"As for this stele, it is my herdsman's sacred stele. There are nine sacred steles, and I own six now!"

As Mu Yun said, he waved his palm.

bang bang bang...

The six sacred monuments appeared directly at this moment.

"See clearly, six sacred monuments, tokens of the herdsmen, do you know? Old...Zhuo Yuanhang!"

Mu Yun looked at the old man and smiled slightly.

In his heart, he regarded the old man in front of him as a lunatic.