Chapter 300: Purple Bamboo Forest

The heavy stone door was like a cage, as if to block something that should not appear in this hall.

The two people and the cat stopped talking. They were now offering a feast to the Son of God in front of the steps. After the ceremony began, this place was a place where there was no way in or out.

There was no way to retreat at this time.

For Pei Ye, it was enough to come in and find the girl, and no longer let her face danger alone in a place where she could not see or touch.

Apart from this kind of thing, the boy was not afraid of too many things.

He slowly tightened the girl's hand and wanted to hug the black cat in his arms, but Li Piaoqing had already hugged it first. So the boy looked up at the rising light and tightened the hilt of the sword at his waist.

In the silence, this unstoppable ceremony was finally completed, and the firefly-like light flowed into a river that reached the sky.

The silver belt hanging upside down from the sky submerged the three people.

Pei Ye once again felt that the world was floating and the stars were moving, but it was very different from the time under Zhu Gaoyang and the time outside the stone door just now.

——Everything in front of him was leaving his sight, except for the purple bamboo and white mist.

They were growing and ethereal.

There was no leaving or changing. The bamboo was pierced by the white mist, and the purple bamboo was wrapped in gauze, so clearly covering them. When everything settled down, Pei Ye only felt that he was still in the same place.

He did not go anywhere.

It was still the deep silence. Only when he was underground, his ears would have such a sense of fear as if he was isolated from the world.

The hard stone surface was still under his feet. The complexly painted Yu Ke formation was slowly dissipating the fluorescence, and the stone wall was so cold that it seemed to ooze water droplets.

It was just that the strange bamboo around was taller, as if it had grown for decades, and had been exploring the bottomless darkness above.

It was the first time Pei Ye saw what these strange bamboos looked like when they grew up. The heterogeneous purple color was as deep as chalcedony, but it was indeed not from some kind of illusion. In addition to the dead and new fallen leaves covering the ground, the bamboo bodies were also cold, moist, and hard. They were even rough, curved, and even had spots of disease and rot, just like the bamboos that grew naturally.

Such a real bamboo forest.

Pei Ye was stunned for a moment before noticing the unusual silence around him.

His heart suddenly tightened - this underground stone temple was not small or big. If the ceremony had been completed, the so-called Son of God might have been in the bamboo forest just a stone's throw away.

With this thought in mind, he once again clenched the girl's cold palm, turned his head and whispered: "Be careful, the Son of God might be in--"

In an instant, the boy's heart seemed to be crushed.

Pei Ye's whole body was stiff, and the cold suffocation strangled his throat tightly.

There was only a broken arm of the girl left in his hand.

It was as if a huge hammer had hit the back of his head hard. Pei Ye felt dizzy and confused. The next moment, this arm with white skin and green sleeves like clouds suddenly wrapped around his arm. The boy's heartstrings were stretched into a trembling straight line. He pulled out Shanyu, but his movements were stiff. For a moment, he didn't know what to do with this arm that made his heart tremble.

At this moment, the calmness of cold night water spread in his heart. [Que Shou] instantly cleared his mind. Pei Ye's eyes condensed, and he felt that he had penetrated a layer of mist. The broken arm of the girl in his hand twisted and changed, and turned into a black and purple snake shadow.

The ferocious teeth were rushing towards his face.

Shanyu swept up, and with a "snatch" sound, the Qiushui sword blade first pierced the snake's neck and then the purple bamboo. The bamboo shook and the leaves fluttered, and the two were nailed together.

Pei Ye took a deep breath to calm down the suffocating feeling in his chest. The green shadow beside him leaned down, and he immediately reached out and embraced the girl's leaning waist.

Her face was pale and her lips were pale, and now she was like a relapse of a serious injury, and she collapsed in his arms and trembled deeply.

The black cat withdrew his claws from her cold forehead with solemn eyes: "This place is overwhelming, like a blade piercing her heart. She is still suffering here because her mind is not clear."

"This place?" Pei Ye asked in a daze, and suddenly realized something, and he slowly turned around.

It turned out that he was not still in the stone hall, so he could still see the purple bamboo and stone wall.

It was just that after he came here, he had always been at the starting point, with his back to the widest thing.

The dome was still deep and distant black, like an upside-down abyss, but in front of him, there was a light source from nowhere, and everything in his eyes was clearly visible.

The endless bamboo forest was covered with layers of purple jade shadows, and the mist was diffused and shuttled in it, as soft as the breeze, floating like water waves, covering the end of the vision.

This really didn't look like a deep and narrow underground, but a real ethereal fairyland.

In the bamboo forest, a straight white stone road paved like jade leads to the depths of the fog. The high desert that makes mortals tremble is pressing from the end of the road.

They are at the starting point of this divine path.

Pei Ye suddenly felt empty in his heart, and reached out to press the sword box behind him.

This is the final support for all his reckless actions after coming to Xiangzhou. At this time, he opened the box to take out the sword. The bright and delicate sword body of the glazed glass is still lying quietly inside, but Pei Ye gently pressed the hilt and felt something.

Distant communication, weak transmission.

Pei Ye suddenly knew where he was.

Thirty years ago, Xifang Tian went into the mountains alone and trekked for a month to find the place of obsession; two months ago, Zi Huang and Zhang Zijing found the nightmare place with paintings. At that time, the Zhushi Sect was here to plot all matters about the arrival of the Immortal King in a month.

It is in the depths of Xincang Mountain. It takes a full fifteen days to trek from Yinyang to here.

“.”

“.I’m fine.” The girl lying on his shoulder stopped trembling, propped up her body and said weakly.

Pei Ye looked at the girl’s face. The paleness remained unchanged, but her eyes were already solid. She supported her body and smiled faintly: "The true energy is coming back little by little. I’m fine."

Pei Ye nodded and pulled the long sword from the bamboo. The scaly and cold snake corpse fell to the ground, and a few strands of dark blue blood flowed out of the wound.

Pei Ye’s eyes stayed on it for a moment, then turned his head and looked forward solemnly.

This is the final place they traced back to the immortal painting scroll. The legendary [Son of the Listening Zhao] lives here. There is no doubt that through this place, he can uncover many secrets of the Zhushi Sect.

This evil cult that disappears as soon as it appears.

Pei Ye closed the lid of the glass without saying a word and took the lead to step forward.

Li Piaoqing followed closely behind, holding the black cat. In such a vast and ethereal fairyland, there was only the sound of their lonely footsteps.

The Yu Ke formation completely lost its light, and the misty fog gradually submerged their figures. In the place where the two left, the snake corpse that fell to the ground had disappeared.