Chapter 512 Gatekeeper

At the beginning, except for the Dharma Master, traveling in Bo Mi was purely based on luck. They didn't know which crack or canyon they would encounter, nor did they know how to get out. They had no idea of ​​east, west, south, or north.

But later, after the guidance of the Dharma Master, everyone found that the time and route of the daily patrol of the Yin soldiers were fixed. It must be in the early morning, and it must be straight from east to west. No one has ever seen them return!

This seems to provide evidence for the original digging of the Nine Nether cracks. The Yin soldiers went all the way west, entered the cracks, and came out from the other side of the cracks, over and over again, in an endless cycle.

Meng Qi held the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand, guarding against sudden attacks from the villains outside, and his mind was calm and his soul was restrained to ensure that he walked in a straight line.

The flowing fire was hidden in the scabbard, without emitting any heat, but Meng Qi knew clearly that it was now like an invisible sun, with high temperature inward, and the swallowing and spitting flames turned into sword blades. If the power was fully unleashed, it could even melt gold and stone!

After absorbing the blood will of Zeluoju, Liuhuo is getting closer and closer to the top grade, and it seems to have reached the point of breakthrough. Although the good deeds will not increase too much, the quality is about to have a leap!

The red mist is cold and damp, covering his body, like wearing clothes soaked by rain. Meng Qi followed step by step, silently calculating the time. About half an hour later, he deliberately kicked a piece of gravel.

The gravel rolled forward, and soon made an uninterrupted collision sound, which became smaller and deeper, indicating that there was a canyon or crack in the ground ahead.

The sound of the stone falling echoed, gradually becoming silent. There was no feeling of falling to the bottom, and Meng Qi had a picture in his mind: a bottomless crack running across the north and south, and the red mist was like blood, filling it.

Meng Qi slowed down his pace, walked a distance, and finally saw the crack.

It can no longer be called a gap, but a canyon several dozen feet wide. The opposite side is surrounded by clouds and mist, bright red like water, and only a few protruding rocks can be vaguely seen. Looking down, it is even more stagnant and deep. The red mist seems to solidify. From time to time, there is a flash of light, and a strong breath is faintly revealed.

Meng Qi turned to the right and went south along the first canyon he encountered when entering Bo Mi.

There was no grass growing above the canyon, and the rocks seemed to be soaked in blood. Stepping on them, there was a sense of coldness and loneliness.

This walk took another half an hour, and Meng Qi saw a tall tree standing upright in his sight. Its roots spread in the cracks of the canyon rocks. The branches were withered and yellow, hollow and rotten, but strangely contained a trace of vitality.

After seeing this big tree, Meng Qi exhaled, stepped towards the canyon, stepped into the air, and slowly went down.

About a hundred feet later, Meng Qi found a hidden cave right under the tree, gathered his voice, and "thrown" it into the cave like a long arrow:

"Huamei Mountain Villa."

It was quiet inside for a while, and then an old and hoarse voice came: "Come in."

The cave was very deep, with many forked roads, but near the cave entrance, an old man in a black robe was sitting cross-legged, with white eyebrows and beard, triangular eyes, protruding ears, and crisscrossing wrinkles. I don't know if it was because he had been in Bo Mi for a long time, but his aura was cold and dead.

He looked up at Meng Qi: "Ye Yuqi didn't come by herself?"

He paused, and suddenly frowned: "When did Huamei Mountain Villa have such a young appearance?"

In his perception, Meng Qi's aura was vigorous, like the morning sun, both powerful and full of vitality. Although he couldn't judge his exact age, he knew that he was not very old, probably under thirty.

Although after the unity of heaven and man, the blood and qi are stable, the body is difficult to decay, and only the appearance changes. The body can be preserved for a long time after death, but the soul will age and decay, the vitality will fade, and the death will be strong. From this, we can roughly know the age, unless the Dharma body decays before death.

Meng Qi landed on the edge of the cave and said coldly: "You have stayed here too long."

Without giving his name or explaining, Meng Qi had a token in his hand, which was light green and carved with eyebrows.

The old man in black robe looked at Meng Qi steadily, and sighed for a long time: "It is true that the waves behind push the waves in front, and the new generation is better than the old. I was in harmony with heaven and man when I was thirty years old."

"I wonder where Yang Zhenchan is now?" Meng Qi said after secretly feeling happy.

If you want to find someone in Bo Mi, you can only rely on the long-term outsiders who have been in it to meet by chance. After many years, Huamei Mountain Villa found this strong man who is willing to cooperate. In early autumn, he sent back a message saying that he had gained something.

Originally, Dou Mu Yuanjun planned to do it himself, but when Meng Qi applied for an assessment, he simply handed it to him.

The old man in black robe smiled and said, "I heard from a fellow Taoist that he met Yang Zhenchan twice in the third and fourth canyons to the east. He was collecting Yinming Pearl Grass and Blood Soul Ginseng, and seemed to be planning to start refining pills to make up for the hidden dangers in his body. Hehe, they were equally strong and did not fight."

"Is there any further news?" Meng Qi asked. It was impossible to track down Yang Zhenchan based on this alone. Maybe he had collected enough spiritual herbs, or maybe he went somewhere else.

The old man in black robe shook his head: "People hiding in Bo Mi are very careful and will not reveal their hiding places easily. Maybe that fellow Taoist ran into him again later, but I don't know. You can go and ask him."

"I don't know where to find him?" Meng Qi knew that the most difficult part of this matter was how to find Yang Zhenchan, so he was not anxious or impatient, and his mood was calm.

The old man in black robe pointed to the top of his head and said, "Calculate the time. Today is the time for trade. Walk west from the big tree. After about a thousand steps, you will see a blood-red boulder. If nothing unexpected happens, he will appear there. When the trade is over, shake your voice and shout "Gatekeeper", and he will know to stay and look for you."

"Gatekeeper..." Meng Qi repeated these three words in a low voice, feeling a little weird. "This fellow's nickname is 'Gatekeeper'?"

The black-robed old man smiled and said, "He had a famous nickname before he hid in Bo Mi, called 'Seven-Star Evil God'."

"Seven-Star Evil God?" Meng Qi remained calm on the surface, but was slightly surprised in his heart.

This is really a famous name!

The Seven-Star Evil God was originally a master of the left way. He had killed several top sects and was arrogant. Later, he offended the Tianmen and Luojiao, becoming a public enemy of both the black and white worlds. Since then, he disappeared and his whereabouts were unknown. It turned out that he hid in Bo Mi.

In the past, the Seven-Star Evil God had passed the first level of the ladder, but from what the black-robed old man said, he was now almost the same as Yang Zhenchan. It seems that he paid a price to get rid of the pursuit.

"Well, he was arrogant when he was proud, and now he is as miserable as a wild dog." The black-robed old man sighed, as if he was sighing and hurting himself, and there was a strong hatred and resentment.

Meng Qi nodded slightly, and then asked in confusion: "Trade? There is trade in Bo Mi?"

"Haha, where there are people, there is trade." The black-robed old man's wrinkles spread, "Everyone here doesn't want to stay here forever, so they naturally won't give up cultivation and improvement, but Bo Mi has a special environment, and the natural treasures that can grow are more evil, more dark, and more bloody. And everyone's skills are different, some need the Sun God Stone, and some need the Wicked Soul Magic Crystal. Bo Mi can't satisfy all of these. Just by absorbing and exhaling the vitality of heaven and earth, I'm afraid it's difficult to sit here and die. "There is an entry. So, there are more than a specialty of the blood soul ginseng to buy similar items from the business and transport the secrets of the business. I vomited: "That's it." As for those who want to enter the broadcast and directly collect, there is no strong strength, and I am afraid that they will stay here by the poor and evil people. After dispeling the doubts, Meng Qi turned and planned to find the "Seven Evil Gods" first. The number of ten fingers, the strong ones of this level, are lacking in the forces. As long as the surname is anonymous, most of them are those who are willing to shelter. Those who have fallen into hiding in the secret place usually offend several major forces, both black and white, and thus cannot gain a foothold.

Meng Qi stepped on the void and suddenly heard the sound of iron chains dragging on the ground. He looked back subconsciously and saw the old man in black robe disappearing in the depths of the cave with many branches. Both of his ankles were locked with dark, heavy and strange iron chains, extending to the inside that was out of sight.

"Chained by iron chains... gatekeeper..." Meng Qi immediately guessed that the "gatekeeper" might be the old man in black robe!

What door is he looking at?

Who locked him in the depths of the cave?

Meng Qi didn't want to waste time and flew back to the top of the canyon.

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Under the blood-red rock, there stood a group of people. They were dressed like Shakes, but their looks included those of people from the Central Plains and those from the Western Regions.

Feeling the cold and evil of the red mist, a young and beautiful girl couldn't help but shudder and whispered, "Daddy, when will the trade start?"

She was covered in a white robe, and her figure could not be seen. She had peach blossom eyes, distant mountain eyebrows, and a lively temperament.

"We have to wait for a while. I clearly told you to stay at home, but you had to come here to see the world!" Her father was in his forties, wearing a black robe and a soft hat. Compared with the younger generations who came to see the world, his eyes were less uneasy, but not without vigilance.

"How do I know that uncle can't come in!" The girl said aggrievedly.

"There are many enemies hiding in Bo Mi. I'm afraid that someone will take advantage of the opportunity of the trade to make trouble, so only those below the level of outsiders are allowed to enter the trade." Her father seemed to be one of the leaders of this caravan.

As soon as the voice fell, a majestic and powerful aura appeared nearby, like an endless dark swamp.

The man walked out of the red mist, took a look, and took a step back, hiding his body in the red mist.

"What a terrible aura, stronger than, stronger than uncle..." the girl said in surprise.

Her father relied on the red fog to block and lowered his voice to focus the sound waves: "This is the 'Soul-seeking Yaksha' that roamed the vast sea twenty years ago. At the same time, he offended the 'Ice and Snow Mad Blade' Shen Du Liao and the 'Deep Sea Evil Blade' Ze Luo Ju. Later, he even alarmed the crying old man, so he hid in Bo Mi." "Soul-seeking Yaksha!" The girl's eyes were wide open, full of astonishment. When she was a child, every time she was disobedient, her family would scare her with the Soul-seeking Yaksha, saying that he loved to eat boys and girls the most, with a tongue three feet long, holding black wind, and a humming sound. "It turned out to be this old monster..." She took a step closer to her father in fear. The red fog shook, and another terrifying breath appeared, rolling in black, making people hallucinate again, but soon, this breath also retreated and hid in the red fog. "Poisonous Hand Demon Lord, slaughtered a city eighteen years ago." The girl's father introduced her again, which was considered to be a long experience for her. "I know..." the girl whispered. This horrible incident accompanied her throughout her childhood. Every time, her best friends would describe it in a serious manner, and everyone would scare each other. It turns out that the real culprit is here!

It's also an old monster!

Suddenly, seven stars rose in the red mist, and the evil intention was revealed, and then disappeared.

"Seven Stars Evil God, do you need Dad to introduce it?" The girl's father's eyes were full of vigilance.

The girl nodded tremblingly. This was an old monster with a more famous reputation than the two just now.

One by one, the Bo Mi outer scenes arrived, but they all stopped at the edge of the perceptible red fog just right, and only the voice came out, asking what goods were there this time.

They were not only wary of the people in the caravan, but also of each other.

The girl's father was about to introduce the natural treasures this time, when he suddenly saw the red fog parted and a young man in a white robe walked out. His facial features were not outstanding, his face was ordinary, his temperament was cold, and he held a long sword in his hand.

As soon as the man appeared, a strong breath came out from the red fog, "scanning" him, bringing the surging fog, which frightened the people in the caravan.

"Who is he? He actually barged in here rashly..." The girl was quite kind-hearted.

As soon as the thought came up, she suddenly felt that the young man in front of her disappeared, and a red sun rose slowly, scorching and spreading, and the meaning of the most positive and righteous was like a sword light and the sun, dispersing the red fog and shining in all directions!

It seems to be more terrifying than all the old monsters that came just now!

Humph! With a series of cold snorts, all those tyrannical auras were withdrawn, and the fluctuations of the red mist subsided.

The young man took a step back and also merged into the red mist.

The girl was stunned and subconsciously thought:

"What a powerful external scene expert!

"Another terrifying old monster!"