Perfect World

The little boy was stunned. What was the intention of an old man with no vitality to block him like this? This made his hair stand on end.

The gray hair is filled with black blood, which has dried for an unknown number of years. It was originally an extremely sharp ancient sword, but now the hilt is already rusty. It is hard to imagine how long it has gone through.

"Old man, why are you trying to stop me? Just tell me if you have anything to do." Xiao Budian said.

Maoqiu hid directly behind him, his big eyes rolling around, nervously pulling his hair, for fear that the old man would riot.

Silently, the old man stood there without any expression. His face was like a wooden sculpture and his eyes were empty, just blocking his way.

When the little boy saw this, he avoided him and walked to the side to go around him.

With a snap, the old man recreated himself in the void and appeared directly there, blocking his way again.

"Old man, are you being unreasonable or not? Just say whatever you have to say, don't scare me." The little boy grimaced and was secretly on guard.

This is too weird. How could such an old man with no life fluctuations appear? What is his origin? Why do you always stop him? Damn it!

You know, this is a place where worshiping spirits live. How could there be such an old man who is neither human nor ghost, wearing ancient clothes? Hair-raising.

Suddenly, the little boy turned around, quickly returned to the courtyard, and rushed towards the backyard with a whoosh.

With the spirit being sacrificed here, could this gray-haired old man still be able to defy the will of heaven? If even the gourd vine that protects the ancient pure land cannot subdue him, then there is really no way he can do it.

From beginning to end, the little boy didn't do anything because he felt it was very strange. This human-like ghost might be extremely dangerous, so it was better not to provoke him.

In the backyard, the gourd vines are still withered and yellow, baptized by the stars and moonlight, the place is hazy and soft.

"Uncle Ji Ling, there is another old man here. Chat with him, otherwise he will block me and prevent me from leaving." The little boy came under the gourd vine.

He hoped that the sacrificial spirit would respond. After all, this was still in the Pure Land and it should take care of it. However, he was disappointed. The withered vines did not move, the yellow leaves were dim, and there was no expression at all.

The gray-haired old man also came closer and stood opposite him, still facing him like that, blocking his way and looking at him with empty eyes.

The little girl was anxious and rushed to the pile of rocks, trying to move the green gourd on the pergola to revive the sacrificial spirit.

As soon as it approached, the green-skinned gourd emitted chaotic energy, the sound was deafening, and a rune appeared. The terrifying aura was powerful and very scary, and an inexplicable ripple forced the little thing back.

Thousands of threads and runes are intertwined, and the chaotic energy is getting thicker, covering the green gourd, as if we have arrived at the beginning of the world, where there is mist and lightning!

At the same time, the gray-haired old man's body trembled, and a voice came out from his mouth: "Give me back my sword..."

In this late night, the little one's back was whizzing with orders, but what kind of sword could he use? There is indeed a handle here, but it is inserted into the old man's own head. How can it be returned? !

"Old man, the sword is on your head."

The old man seemed to have never heard, and still pronounced to the little one: "Give me back my sword."

The little one was shocked and doubtful. Do you want him to help draw the sword? He asked: "Why return it? Why don't you lower your head and I will pull it out for you."

"Qiang"

The ancient sword actually made a trembling sound, and a trail of black blood spilled out. The old man was shocked again and murmured: "Give me the sword back."

He blocked the little one's way and repeated those words, which made Shi Hao at a loss. In the end, the little one was really cornered and said: "Okay, I will help you find it later and return your sword."

As soon as these words came out, the sky and the earth turned pale, there was a loud roar of wind, thunder and lightning, and the old man disappeared and was never seen again.

There was a chill on the little one's back. This was shocking. Calabash Vine didn't react to such a commotion in the place where the spirit was sacrificed. Could it be that the two knew each other?

"Where did he come from, and how could he be so weird?!" The little boy was really frightened and ran away without looking back, escaping from the habitat of the spirit sacrifice.

Furball was nervous, grabbing his collar and hanging on his body like a koala. The wind blew and his body floated up, following him and escaping at top speed.

Butian Pavilion was very large and vast. The little boy ran for dozens of miles in one breath and finally left the habitat of the spirit sacrifice. Looking back, the bright moon was bright, the stars were dotted, the land was silent, and the old man finally did not reappear.

"Let's go!" He ran away again.

On the way, the towering Lingshan Mountains, one after another, seemed to be shrouded in a thin layer of smoke under the silvery moonlight, plain and hazy. Palaces are located on it, and there are spiritual waterfalls falling from the mountain. They are as white as a horse, and the mist rises, looking ethereal under the watery moonlight, as if they have arrived in a fairyland.

After traveling hundreds of miles, the little boy returned to his residence. It was late at night and the other disciples had already gone to bed. He snuck into his thatched hut and fell asleep.

After all the trouble just now, he didn't want to dwell on it anymore. He hoped to forget it as soon as possible and fall asleep as soon as possible.

The same goes for Maoqiu. He glanced out the window a few times and was nervous for a while. Then he covered his eyes, hid behind the little one, and began to fall asleep.

For several days, everything was normal. The little boy was relieved that nothing went wrong. However, he did not go to the memorial service again for fear of seeing ghosts again.

For several days in a row, he acted honestly and faithfully, especially at night, never going out. He would only sit cross-legged on the roof, swallowing heavenly essence, refining starlight, and going to sleep when he felt sleepy.

On the sixth night, the little boy's hair suddenly stood up, he sat up and immediately shouted: "Ghost!"

The gray-haired old man had already arrived at some unknown time, standing in front of his bed, staring at him with blank eyes, black blood dripping from his head, and the ancient sword was murderous.

In the dead of night, such a cry carried very far, and the nearby disciples were alarmed. A group of people woke up and sat up quickly.

The sleeping fur ball was naturally frightened by the voice, and the fur all over his body stood up, and he jumped up from the pillow where he had been sleeping since he was little.

"boom"

It hit the old man's head all of a sudden, grabbed the gray hair, and just looked into the empty eyes. It screamed immediately, grew furry, crawled around, and climbed to the top of his head. Then it fell on his shoulder again, and finally rolled her eyes hard and almost fainted.

The little boy, who was feeling the chill all over his body, jumped up, grabbed the fur ball by its tail, carried it over, smashed the window and rushed out.

There was quite a lot of movement here, alarming many people, and many houses were lit up with lights.

"What's wrong? Who is screaming? What happened?"

"Who exactly is it and why is it causing such a fuss in the middle of the night and affecting other people's rest?!"

Many people rushed out to look for the source of the sound.

"Here, everyone, come here quickly, I will introduce you to a new friend." The little boy shouted, trying to calm down and want to give everyone a "surprise".

The gray-haired old man was like a ghost, silent and approaching him, staring at him blankly.

If it's really a ghost, three thousand young people gathered together and their yang energy was so high, couldn't they scare you away? This is the little one’s idea, and of course it’s also based on the idea of ​​sharing the same hardships and “recognizing” the strange “uncle” together.

"Hey, what are you yelling about?" A group of teenagers rushed in, looked at him strangely, and turned a blind eye to the gray-haired old man.

The little one was dumbfounded and said: "You are so courageous and you are not afraid at all?"

"It's inexplicable, I don't know what you are talking about" these teenagers were dissatisfied.

Especially the beautiful girl in the crowd whose skirt had been pulled off by a little girl glared, crossed her waist, and said: "You are acting weird again, and you are tormenting everyone, right?"

The little one was confused. Could it be that these people couldn't see the gray-haired old man? This was too terrifying. He felt a cold pimple all over his body and said, "Can't you see him? Right in front of me, an old man with empty eyes, a sword stuck in his head, and black blood flowing... …”

"It's wicked to scare us in the middle of the night!" The beautiful girl glared at him, and the others were also dissatisfied.

"I didn't, oh, ghost!" The little one screamed, and the old man got closer and closer, almost touching him.

He was so angry that he shouted so loudly, which naturally alarmed everyone. In a moment, hundreds of people came here, looking at him inexplicably.

"There really is an old man with black blood flowing down his face. How come you can't see it?!" The little one said anxiously.

Finally, hundreds of people gathered here, pointing and dissatisfied with him for disturbing their sleep.

"when!"

The little boy became anxious, jumped up, and flicked the iron sword with his fingers, making a sonorous trembling sound. The originally noisy yard suddenly became quiet.

Everyone was stunned and couldn't help but feel horrified.

But some people soon woke up, and someone shouted: "Who are you kidding? Do you think you can scare us all by using a blindfold?"

With a whoosh, the little one rushed over, and the gray-haired old man naturally followed him and blocked the front.

"If you don't believe it, you all come over and touch it." The little one shouted.

"I don't believe in evil!" The girl who had been glaring walked forward, and there were several teenagers who extended their hands at the same time.

In an instant, they felt they touched an ice sculpture. It was bitingly cold and frightened. They quickly drew back their hands and shouted: "Ghost!"

Obviously they couldn't see anything, but they could touch it, which frightened a group of teenagers. Some of them even tripped over each other while walking backwards.

"Ah..." The pretty little girl screamed even more, ran wildly, stepped on several teenagers who fell on the ground, and disappeared in a flash.

The little one pushed his way into the crowd, causing a group of children to cry and howl. Many people who touched him were so frightened that they all ran away.

In just the blink of an eye, hundreds of people disappeared. The place was empty, and the little one was in a daze. This was too fast.

There was a huge chaos near this mountain rock. All the houses were lit up with lights. More than 3,000 new disciples were alerted. The news spread from one to ten, and everyone knew about it.

In an instant, there was silence around the little one, and the people living next to him ran away and disappeared.

"Go and report to the elders quickly!"

The two elders, Xiong Fei and Zhuo Yun, have been exhausted recently. So many things have happened, which have made them so anxious that they can't even sleep well.

After finally calming down for a few days, they felt that there should be no problem, but in the middle of the night, a group of children screamed and shouted under their spiritual mountain.

"What's wrong?!" The two of them felt helpless.

"The elder is haunted. An old man with his head pierced by an ancient sword, black blood flowing, and disheveled hair appears..." the teenagers shouted.

"What?!" Xiong Fei and Zhuo Yun immediately changed their colors, rushed down the Lingshan Mountain, grabbed a child's hand, and asked loudly with great severity.

The teenagers quickly recounted the story.

Xiong Fei and Zhuo Yun's faces were pale, their lips were trembling, and they almost ran away.

"Elder, what's wrong? Go and have a look."

"Since ancient times, it has appeared every few hundred years. Whenever it comes out, many people will die!" Elder Zhuo Yun said in a trembling voice.

A group of children heard this and were greatly frightened. They stumbled backwards one by one. They were extremely nervous, their whole bodies were chilled, and their scalps were a little numb.

Moreover, what people did not expect was that Elder Xiong Fei and Zhuo Yun ignored them and ran away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Is there such an irresponsible elder? He ran away for his life first!

"You guys wait, we're going to invite the seniors!" Fortunately, the voices of two people came from the wind.

The fried pot here in Shishan is a supernatural phenomenon that has existed since ancient times and has no solution since ancient times? What's going on? They actually touched me!

Everyone was scared, but they sympathized more with the unlucky child. It was obvious that the existence was targeting him.

Many people bravely walked forward for a certain distance and looked towards the yard, but they couldn't help but were stunned. What was this guy doing? What a courage!

After being awakened, the little boy slowly came back to his senses and was no longer afraid. At this time, he actually jumped on the gray-haired old man and sat on his neck.

He grabbed a piece of bluestone in his hand and kept hitting it hard. He didn't know whether he wanted to carve out the head or break the ancient sword. He shouted: "Give me back your sword and I will carve it out for you. Don't follow me." I’m so annoyed!”

At the same time, a sound broke through the sky, and an old man appeared in the distance, holding a yellow gourd in his hand, filled with chaotic energy.

In addition, long roars came one after another in the distance, and the strong men practicing on the magnificent treasure mountains were alarmed. The senior officials of Butian Pavilion were shaken, and they all came out of the seclusion and rushed here.

The tickets were drawn closer, and I saw old book friends appear, new book friends join, and it became popular at the same time. There are also many book friends who subscribe to old books in order to generate monthly tickets. I don’t know what to say to thank you. I will definitely strive to the end this month! Go write chapter two.