Chapter 935: Very suspicious

"Go ahead?"

The drunkard's heart kept getting angry. He subconsciously lifted the wine pot and took a sip. The hot wine fell in his throat. Only then did he be brave and asked, "The holy monk is like a ghost realm in the underworld. What are you going to do when you go to this place?"

The bald monk is used to being alone, but this does not mean that he doesn't like to talk.

Listening to the question of the drunkard, his face became even more ugly, and he said, "This place is called Wucheng. In the original story, it was originally a wedding city. It was a city specially built for a couple of newlyweds when two famous families married each other. However, the marriage between the two famous families made the other noble family fearful, so he secretly contacted a group of extremely vicious monks. On the night of the newlyweds' wedding, the wedding city suddenly launched a sneak attack. That night, the wedding city directly became a Shura field. None of the two famous families attended the wedding banquet and were all beheaded. In the set story, the groom was too resentful and his soul did not dissipate and became a ghost cultivator, and eventually became a big boss here."

"Did the holy monk want to come here to relieve his grievances and kill demons, but he was snatched away from the first place and won the merits?" The drunkard was not omnipotent to understand. He looked at the bald monk with an ugly face and guessed.

The bald monk was slightly stunned and said, "You have hit it a little bit. In fact, according to what I know, this ghost cultivator has a Yin-gathering ring in his body. As long as the ghost cultivator is sure that his great revenge has been avenged, his soul will be dispersed, and his energy will also gather in this Yin-gathering ring, and the power of this Yin-gathering ring will be very terrifying."

The drunkard still couldn't understand what the original design story meant, but he did understand that the bald monk was thinking of a powerful magic weapon. He became more and more curious and asked: "Since this ghost cultivator has always been here, is it too fierce and no one can deal with it before? Holy monk, you have found a way to deal with it, but when you came here, someone happened to be in front of you?"

Speaking of this, the drunkard suddenly felt a little angry. Maybe it was because the bald monk spent some time in the ancient sect that someone took the lead.

"How could it be so coincidental?" The bald monk frowned deeply and said, "This Dumbun was in a desperate situation before, covering two kinds of spiritual poisons. One is the smile that makes people's mental and will collapse, and the other is the body that can make people's whole body petrified. Usually, there are no monks here. I have calculated the time when the Dumbun was opened before I arrived."

"Calculate the time to turn it on?" The drunkard said in surprise: "Does it mean that it is impossible to enter here at all, and only a few specific times can you enter?"

The bald monk narrowed his eyes and descended. He kept sensing the surrounding energy, and said slowly: "This place should have been open for a long time. The spiritual poison here is different from the spiritual poison elsewhere. Most of the spiritual poisons in other places are left with some devastating rays in the Battle of Destruction, but the spiritual poison here is just the design of the cultivation world itself, just to prevent cultivators from entering in advance before the copy is opened. As long as the timeline is corrected, the copy will naturally open."

The drunkard became increasingly unable to understand, but the bald monk had already determined his judgment and continued with a sneer. "The timeline here is corrected, and the spiritual poison will be completely dissipated for at most half a cup of tea. Even if a monk happened to arrive here, just using the method to explore, it is confirmed that there are no spiritual poisons left here.

I'm afraid it's not just this time, let alone finding the right method to solve the ghost cultivation here."

The drunkard was stunned and said, "The Holy Monk means that not only someone knows the secret here, but he also calculates the time when this place is opened, and has taken the lead in solving this ghost cultivator and seized the Yin Gathering Ring?"

The bald monk nodded and sneered.

Only this is possible.

Those who can take away the Yin-gathering ring here one step ahead must be an alien like him.

In fact, this Yin-gathering ring is not an extremely important thing to him, and it is just a tiger's wings to him. But just like Chen Wangchu who he encountered before, such an alien poses a great threat to him.

Moreover, since the other party can perceive the timeline so clearly, it is very likely that the creator who knows the settings or a veteran player who has experienced many dungeons openings. If he doesn't find this person, this person may continue to ruin his affairs.

"It seems that I still have to touch it." Before the drunkard spoke again, the bald monk had already made up his attention and sneered and said to himself.

Whoosh!

A strange sound from the bald monk's sleeve scared the drunkard.

When the drunkard saw it clearly, he found that it was a fat white mouse with no hair.

This white mouse is very strange and can actually emit light to fly away.

When the bald monk hovered three feet above the ground, it had already landed in the ruins below, sniffing east and west everywhere, and soon swayed around.

The bald monk just sneered and waited without saying a word. In just over ten breaths, the white mouse had already returned to him and squeaked at him.

The bald monk nodded, and the white mouse jumped onto his shoulder, then squeaked, as if he was guiding the way. Then the bald monk did not stop and used the strange space flight magic weapon to constantly inspire the whirlwind to rush the way.

This time, the drunkard adapted to the shuttle of this space magic weapon. He only felt the whirlwind surging outside his body and the scenery was constantly flowing, but he didn't feel uncomfortable.

Looking at the white white mouse that was making noises, he asked curiously: "Holy monk, can you understand what it says?"

"This is a genetic beast set by the system. It is called a tracking spirit rat in the cultivation world. The system sets that whoever can become its owner can understand its pronunciation. It is nothing special. Its sense of smell is more sensitive than any magic weapon. As long as it smells the smell, even if this person uses the space method to travel hundreds of miles, it can be traced to the smell of the flowing energy a hundred miles away." The bald monk's expression darkened again as he spoke.

Then he sneered again, "It's really weird. If you don't chase you, you can only drink your foot wash."

The drunkard also saw some clues and said in surprise: "Holy Monk, do you know some other secrets, but this person happened to know that he was already on the way?"

The bald monk snorted heavily and said nothing.

In the next moment, the whirlwind outside his body and the drunkard turned violently, and the speed of space shuttle was obviously faster.

He seemed to have identified one direction, and he didn't need to listen to the sound of the spirit rat on his shoulder.

"Peditor!"

However, at the time of the tea, the bald monk suddenly stopped, and the drunkard had not yet had time.

Seeing the surrounding scenes clearly, I heard that the bald monk had already cursed.

A circle of golden Buddha light spread out in front of the drunkard's eyes.

Among the scattered Buddha light is a hill covered with jujube trees. There is a very ordinary earth-embroidery temple, and there is a three-eye well behind the temple.

There is a Buddhist niche in the Tubei Temple. It seems that there was a statue of god inside, but at this time the statue had disappeared, leaving only a clear trace of the chassis.

"I was taken first again?" The drunkard felt a little cold. He looked at the bald monk and even felt a little sympathy in his heart.

"Thousand-Handed Buddha!" ​​The bald monk gritted his teeth and said, "This is one of the most powerful bosses in the secret copy. As long as it can cut off its head, it can be subdued forever and become a demon servant. Moreover, this killing can completely change its loopholes, and it will be more powerful than when staying here."

Looking at the bald monk's face that looked a bit ferocious at this time, the drunkard was also frightened and did not dare to speak at all.

"Peditor!"

In the next moment, the white hairless mouse squeaked twice, and the bald monk's face changed drastically. He almost roared. In the whirlwind, he led the drunkard to cross the void.

After only one cup of tea, the bald monk appeared above a strange gourd-shaped mountain with the drunkard, and then he fell down like a meteorite in an instant.

"The horse is pedaling!"

The moment he landed in a valley of this mountain, the bald monk glanced at him and shouted in anger.

The drunkard immediately took a breath and knew that the bald monk seemed to have suffered a big loss.

He looked at the bald monk and didn't even dare to ask.

The bald monk's chest was fluctuating violently, and he was so angry that he was breathing heavily.

This is what the three old men in the ancient sect mentioned, Wansui Mountain.

The people of the Bu Lao Gu Sect don’t know, but he knows very well that the three old men are equivalent to side mission publishers. As long as the old men say that, bringing back the Wanshou Turtle from here will not only bring unique rewards from the old men, but will also involve subsequent side plots.

In other words, it is like pulling out a series of frogs in a line, and maybe the frog legs can catch big fish, and there is some meat behind it.

The cultivation world is changing dramatically now. The more bonus a alien like him can get, the more means and more powerful it can be compared with other aliens.

But he didn't expect that the man had already taken two treasure lands before, but now he had even obviously kidnapped the turtle from this place.

The Wanshou Turtle in Wansui Mountain was originally breathed in a spirit stone. Only after the plot triggered will the Wanshou Turtle appear, but now there is only a turtle-shaped stone cracked in two in front of him.

Who can do this without even touching the hidden plot?

What he was sure of was that the person who came first and foremost had never contacted the three old men.

So what kind of alien is this?
Chapter completed!