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Cheng Fei fails. He still can't shake the little bluestone with all his strength.

It's not that he didn't want to use martial arts, but when he was just thrown out of the small whirlpool, he immediately used the technique to protect himself in the face of the unknown. However, it was like kerosene encountering a fire. His immortal power burned up. If it was not collected quickly, he would have to burn the body, so he could only use the power of the body.

"You are so good that I admire you." He thumbed up at the bluestone.

Even if there is no longer reconciled, finally can only give up, get up and put down the sleeve, thinking about the end of the walk.

Halfway through the journey, Cheng Fei stops again. Instead of trying to uncover the bluestone, he comes along and the sound of the water in his ears weakens, while the howling of the living creatures rushes into his heart. He can't even ignore it.

"Cry, only cry, not willing to fight back." He bowed his head and scolded Qingshi.

At the moment, Cheng Fei's tone and manner are far away from his identity, but he can't be blamed for the "howling" that makes him uneasy. With his strength, he will still be so powerful.

After venting, the situation is not good. Cheng Fei can only press his emotions and go his own way. After landing, it seems that he is in a huge storm, and he is a small boat that will capsize at any time in the huge waves.

He hastened to withdraw his feet in panic.

"What's the situation?" He had a question in his head, pondered for a while, then put out his foot to try, but the situation did not change.

After taking back his feet, he stood still, and soon the howl stopped and finally dissipated.

Weird!

After sinking for a while, he turned to the direction of travel and opened his legs. When his feet landed, the situation was the same as that of advancing. He was scared to withdraw his feet.

Obviously, if the problem of "howling" is not solved, he will not move at all.

What a thief!

He felt that the people who designed the bluestone road were definitely not good birds, and they were doing it on the way.

If he wants to leave, he has to do it according to the requirements of the other party. He squats down again to study. He presses his right forefinger lightly, and the "miserable howl" in the bottom of his heart rings again.

This time, instead of rejecting, he tried to listen.

"God, I sacrifice with my soul. Please save my people."

"No, I don't like it."

"The way of heaven is blind. Demons, demons, and beasts run roughshod over you and let the weak be bullied."

“……”

Praying, yelling and unwilling shouting swarmed into the flying soul. If it were not for his divine consciousness outside, he would not have been able to withstand such an impact.

What he didn't notice was that the bluestone was collapsing with more "howling" in his mind. When he noticed that, the whole road was only a piece he was squatting on. If it collapsed, it would be a great joy. After all, immortal power could not be used here, and all directions were starry sky.

However, he could only do it in a hurry. At this time, his fingers were firmly stuck to the bluestone, and he could not pull it out.

"I hope I'm still useful." He can only pray that the people who designed this road want to give him a task, not to devour his soul or something.

Soon the results came out, and the bluestone under his feet shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He wanted to cry without tears, but he didn't give his last wish. Suddenly, the bluestone disappeared, and then the strange power surrounded him. Then he came to the foot of the mountain in a blink of an eye.

Unable to close the majestic sword shaped mountain, he quickly looked inside, because the voice in his heart was gone.

At this time, at his heart, the bluestone was as small as a finger, close to his heart. He could not use his divine sense to go down and have a look. He could only put it down for a moment and look back at the giant sword mountain under his feet.

Compared with the mountains, the stars are very small, not to mention him. He looked up and didn't see the neck of the mountain.

He gave up and looked down in front of him.

A few steps away, there is a broken stone tablet with the remnant word "bury heaven". Although it is very vague, it can be seen that it is vigorous and powerful, and it seems to contain some kind of "Tao".

Cheng Fei has a rough look at the font, and thinks that the person who left the font is one of the few strong people in the world.

We should know that half of the stone tablet can be tens of thousands of meters, and ordinary people are able to carve on it. Obviously, the engraver has reached a certain level.

"Better than me." Cheng Fei can't see it. It can only be said in this way.

As soon as he took a step, he heard a cry in his ear. He looked at the stone tablet carefully because of his previous experience. When he found that there was no difference, he turned to look inside.

The bluestone, the size of a nail plate, was still sticking to the heart or dead, indicating that the cry came from somewhere else, so he turned his eyes to the top of the mountain.

There is no vegetation in this mountain. If it were not for many rocks, it would be considered as the sword of a giant.

"Go up and have a look." Cheng Fei thought, first of all, he wanted to leave the kneeling place and could only go to the mountain. Second, he was very curious about what the cry was, so he had to go up the mountain.

He was alert and moved away from the stone tablet.

The place where the stone tablet stands is a small plain. However, since the mountain is larger than hundreds of stars gathered together, immortal power can not be used here, and it takes a lot of time to use physical force.Unfortunately, there is nothing behind the stone tablet. Cheng Fei can only move up the mountain with disappointment.

There is no saying of "time" here, and I don't know how long to climb. His body, which has been detached by Cheng Fei half a step, can't hold on until he reaches the mountainside. He has no courage to keep going up. Fortunately, he doesn't need it.

The cry was obvious here. He took a short rest and then moved sideways.

A mile or a thousand miles, or even more. Cheng Fei's physical strength will reach the bottom again. His crying becomes very obvious. His spirit shakes his feet and flies.

This is a cliff, the bottom is the abyss, the front is the starry sky, the stars are not many, but also dim, the environment is mostly dark, there is no aesthetic feeling to speak of.

A red crystal coffin is lying on a cliff with a statue of a little dog on the edge. It's just a slap in the face. Compared with the coffin, there's a young baby in the coffin. The cry comes from the coffin. But it's strange that the baby's eyes are closed and the whole body is black. It's normal to say that the baby should not make a sound.

"Damn it."

Cheng Fei gasped and exclaimed as he approached.

Wow

Cheng Fei can't ignore the baby's shrill cry.

Whoosh

He exhaled to stabilize his mood, and after scanning the surrounding area, he focused his eyes on the coffin again.

"Is this the spirit of the mountain?" He speculated from the link between the stars and the mountains.

There is no third party, and there is no answer.

He thought about it and decided to use the old method to lift the lid of the coffin to see whether the baby was dead or alive. Even if he could not, he would suppress the cry to avoid crying all the time. He was too upset.

He had the experience of lifting the bluestone last time. This time, he tried his best to refuse the baby's cry. However, the coffin could not move, and the cry did not stop like Qingshi road and turned into "human talk".

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