The years when I explored the fairyland.

Chapter 260 257: The Miserable Land Gods

The battlefield is dangerous, but as long as you are strong enough, the battlefield can also be safe!
The team led by Chu Zhou had a sense of recklessness. Wherever they went, they killed people who stood in their way and monsters who stood in their way. They were unimpeded and advanced at an extremely fast speed.

It took about three days, and they finally approached the area where the Spring and Autumn Palace was located. Looking up, they could see the palaces stretching above the mountains.

And the light blue water curtain hanging from the sky is dazzling.

And at the foot of the mountain, there is a military camp that stretches for ten miles.

The wooden gate stands tall, and chevaux de frise made of various animal bones are lined up in rows. Everywhere you look, the animal skin tents are extremely conspicuous.

Then there were the numerous patrolling soldiers coming and going. Most of them wore rattan armor, and some wore special paper armor. Their weapons were almost all made of animal bones, which looked quite exotic.

That is to say, they were led by Sang Qing from the Red Flame Army, and this person's status seemed to be quite high, otherwise, they would not have been able to get here.

"Master Chu, you really won't go in with me? With your strength, you will definitely be valued by His Majesty the White Emperor. If you really need anything, I think His Majesty the White Emperor will satisfy you!"

This was not the first time that Sang Qing had said these words.

By now, he had realized that, except for Xiaoji, the other two were not ordinary people.

The old scholar looked sickly and old before, and people thought he didn't have much fighting power, but once he made a move, they realized what it meant to be a hidden talent.

As for Chu Zhou, let alone him, his background is completely unknown.

Sang Qing naturally wanted to win over these two masters. They would definitely be a rare help to Baidi City.

However, Chu Zhou still shook his head and said, "Okay, don't say more. Your Majesty the White Emperor can't give me what I want, so I won't bother you anymore."

Chu Zhou actually doesn't want to have too much involvement with the people in this world. When interpersonal relationships become complicated, many things will become troublesome.

Anyway, the Spring and Autumn Palace is right there, just go in and get what you want.

After he finished speaking, he took Xiaoji and turned away.

The old scholar followed without saying a word, but Xiaoji turned around, waved, and said goodbye to Sang Qing.

Sang Qing looked at the three people's departing backs with a somewhat struggling expression, but in the end, he made a decision and quickly stepped into the camp.

Military Camp Center,

In the most luxurious tent, a middle-aged man with black and white hair, full muscles, and a dignified demeanor like a king sat at the top position.

He has the murderous aura of someone who has survived hundreds of battles, which can only be cultivated by killing monsters in the wild. However, he also has the bearing of a superior, whose words and actions cannot be disobeyed, and he is also elegant as a scholar.

He sat there, holding a yellowed ancient book in his hand, reading it carefully.

On his left and right stood a knife-wielding guard, both of them were strong and sturdy, wearing real iron armor, with a majestic demeanor, just like door gods.

Below, on both sides, there were chairs where masters from Baidi City sat. Some were dressed as generals, while most were dressed differently and behaved differently. Some were sipping tea, some were holding swords, and some were talking in low voices, all with a calm demeanor.

Sang Qing knelt on one knee and narrated what had happened in the past few days.

At the beginning, no one took it seriously, thinking that it was just a reclusive master who appeared out of nowhere.

But the more they listened, the quieter the noise became, and everyone's eyes became more serious.

After Sang Qing finished speaking, the middle-aged man at the top, the Lord of Baidi City, His Majesty Baidi, finally glanced sideways and asked what everyone was thinking.

"Sang Qing, you must have some guesses. Tell me about it?"

Sang Qing seemed to be hesitant for a moment, as if he wanted to say something but was very hesitant.

"Just speak frankly. I will judge whether it is true or false!"

"I think they are from outside?"

wow...

Just one sentence caused an uproar among the crowd. Many people stood up and looked at him unfriendlyly, while many others rolled their eyes and looked disdainful.

A general sitting upright with a big horse and a golden sword immediately started to scold: "Sang Qing, do you understand the weight of your words? Don't talk nonsense."

Sang Qing opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, but Baidi, who was at the top, spoke up: "I asked him to say it, do you have any objection?"

The general immediately knelt on one knee and said, "I dare not!
However, over the years, anyone who claimed to be from outside turned out to be a scammer, and even caused great panic.

These two people may have some hidden conspiracy!"

"stand up!"

"Your Majesty the White Emperor..."

"I'll let you get up."

"Yes!"

The general sat back down again. Baidi looked at Sang Qing again and said, "You should get up too."

"As ordered!"

"In other words, this is just your guess?"

"Yes! However, Your Majesty, the reason why I have this guess is not because of what they said or did, but because of the feeling they give people."

"What does it feel like?"

"It is out of tune with the surrounding environment, just like a drop of ink just dropped into clear water. Maybe after a long time, everything will be the same, but at the beginning, it is clear and distinct."

"I have some news too!"

The person who spoke this time was a middle-aged man in white clothes. He had a free and easy temperament, but his cheekbones were too high, making him look a bit ugly.

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone looked over at him. He was calm and continued, "According to the reports from the spies in Donghuang City, there are some people around His Majesty Donghuang who have never been seen before."

"That's it?"

"They often talk, and each time it takes several hours, but no one knows what they talk about?"

"You are being irrelevant!"

"I am an intelligence collector. I will be suspicious of anything unusual. It is necessary to catch wind and surmise."

"I can't argue with you, you are right!"

"All right!"

Bai Di interrupted the argument and said, "That's it, all of you get out."

"Yes!"

"Sang Qing, take the remaining members of the Red Flame Army and rest in the camp. Regain your strength. I still need you."

"As you command, Your Majesty!"

After a while, everyone left and only Baidi was left sitting there. Although his eyes were on the book, he could no longer concentrate on reading it.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking deeply, but later he shook his head and said to himself: "Instead of guessing here, it's better to meet in person."

Then, a gust of wind blew, and Baidi disappeared from where he was.

……

In another human military camp, there was a completely different scene!
The round table was not big, but there were a lot of food and wine. Sitting at the top was a middle-aged man who was over two meters tall and had muscular body.

He had two well-groomed mustaches, one on the left and one on the right, forming an eight-shaped shape. His skin was bronze, and he looked like a peerless warrior.

But his eyes were clear, even a little gentle, and his manners were elegant and decent.

If someone hadn't introduced him, no one would have believed that this person was another leader of the human race, Donghuang.

As for the other four seats at the round table, they were occupied by familiar faces: the Blind Sword Master, the Withered Old Monk, the Boy Buddha, and the Red Lotus Ancestor.

Among the four of them, only the blind swordsman looked normal. The others were in a miserable state. The withered old monk lost an arm, and the Buddha boy lost a leg.

The most miserable one was the Red Lotus Patriarch, who was covered in bandages and had blood oozing out. He had to hold his breath, fearing that he would cough up blood if he took a deep breath. Of course, the conversation between them was relatively smooth, with Donghuang asking questions and the Blind Sword Saint answering them, and occasionally the Boy Buddha and the withered old monk would also answer a sentence or two.

As for the Red Lotus Ancestor, he, who had the most impatient temper, did not dare to say a word.

Listening carefully, the questions they were talking about were very simple, such as what is your outside world like? How many people are there? How many monsters are there? How big is the world? How many cities are there? What kind of martial arts do you practice?
Or, are there any real immortals in your country? How long is their life span? What magical powers do they have? What great powers do they have?
There are also some questions, such as what is a country? How much land does it occupy? What is a sect? Why should the country be governed together with the sect?
Many of the questions were so ridiculous that everyone who asked them felt it was both funny and ridiculous, but this was extremely normal!
It was like they had just arrived and couldn’t understand why the situation here was like this? Why were there no ancient immortals? Why were there no countries? Why were there still monsters?
The atmosphere of communication between the two sides was relatively good, but at the very end, a question from Dong Huang made all four of them unable to hold back.

"According to what you said, you were able to enter the paradise this time because you schemed against Chu Zhou. I'm just very curious, pure curiosity!"

"Do you guys regret it?"

After these words were spoken, the four of them all looked bitter. Donghuang asked them if they regretted it?
I’m afraid so!

But there is everything in this world except medicine for regret!
……

another place,
In a mountain surrounded by black wind.

There was a huge space inside the hollowed-out cave, which was illuminated by the burning torches.

And at the highest point, on the golden throne, there was a bear monster lying coiled up. It was about ten feet long and covered with black hair. Even on its face, one could barely make out the outline of a human face.

This person is none other than the Lord of Black Wind Mountain, the Black Wind King, a black bear spirit who has dozens of monsters and tens of thousands of half-demons under his command.

In terms of wealth and power, he is the best in the two cities and three mountains!!!

It’s a pity that in this blessed land, wealth and power are not the most important things; instead, personal cultivation plays a more important role.

Among the three monsters, his cultivation level is the lowest!
At this moment, he was cutting his palm, splashing out drops of demon blood, which fell into the mouth of the person kneeling in front of him.

Looking closely, the black evil spirit transformed into chains that tightly bound both Xuan Yue Patriarch and the Nine-headed Lion, and pressed their heads high, forcing them to open their mouths.

The demon's blood dripped into their mouths, and no matter how they struggled, it was of no avail.

"Swallow it, swallow it. After you swallow it, you will become my half-demon. I want to know if you are really from the real world?"

"If it's true, if you can get in, I can get out!"

"By then, the world is so big, where can't we go?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Not to mention the horror of Patriarch Xuan Yue and the Nine-headed Lion, Tian Long, one of the twelve land immortals, had already turned into a pile of dry bones.

……

Another place, above the sky.

The clouds and mist rolled, forming a series of unique scenes.

There are palaces, corridors, trees, flowers, pavilions, rockery, and even cranes soaring in the sky, making chirping sounds.

In that pavilion, two people were sitting facing each other.

One of them was the ancestor of the Ji family. He had a slightly frowned brow, holding a teacup in his hand, and looked a little depressed.

The person opposite him could be considered a person. To be more precise, it was a human figure condensed from fog. He had facial features and a body, but the face made up of swirling fog looked very strange.

"According to what you said, you entered the secret realm to look for elixirs that can prolong life?"

"Yes!"

"The reason why we can enter the secret realm is that Chu Zhou from Xuanzhen Palace has found a way to open the Heavenly Gate?"

"You've asked this question three times, and I've answered it three times. Is it that my answer was not clear enough, or is there something wrong with your ears?"

Misty Mountain, the Cloud Demon was in a rare good temper: "Your answer was very clear, and there is nothing wrong with my hearing. I just want to confirm one more thing - as long as I find Chu Zhou, I will find a way out, right?"

"Well, I'm not sure, but it should be so!"

"Haha, that's fine, Chu Zhou, Chu Zhou, I'm very curious, what secrets does this person have?"

"Find him, capture him, and I'll know everything I want to know!"

……

In the forest of thousands of trees.

There were two more people on their way, the ancestor of Ba Zong and the warrior from the Golden Horde, each holding a weapon, cutting through the vines and weeds that blocked the way.

However, they do not have Chu Zhou's confidence. When they encounter spiritual beasts from time to time, they will try to hide if they can. They will only fight when they really cannot avoid them.

This led to uncertainty in the direction they were heading. Every time they passed a certain distance, they had to stop and look at the sun in the sky, or take out a compass to determine the direction they were heading.

Until a certain moment, the Tyrant Sect Patriarch suddenly paused and said, "Do you feel it?"

The warrior from the Golden Horde was a typical Hu man, short and strong, wearing animal skin, with a frosted face, looking very much like the herdsmen ravaged by wind and sand on the grassland.

He also had an ugly expression on his face, and said in a hoarse voice: "The deaf and dumb are all dead, and the others are not in good condition either. We have suffered a great loss on this trip!"

"Who could have thought? Who could have thought that we would be separated as soon as we entered the secret realm, and our biggest trump card could not be used!"

"I just hope that we can reunite one day. By then, even if there are only ten of us, we can let the people and monsters here feel how powerful we are!"

……

Outside the Spring and Autumn Palace,

In the sparse woods, a bonfire was lit, with a pot on top. Thick soup was boiling in the pot, and animal meat and bones could be seen bubbling.

Xiaoji was adding various seasonings and vegetables into it, stirring it with a spoon, and he was working with great concentration.

On the side, an old scholar was practicing sword. He did not use any complicated sword techniques, but used the simplest moves to find the feeling.

Chop, cut, slice, stab, turn...

There is nothing much to say about these, but from time to time, golden light flashed on his sword, and true energy surged and spewed out, sometimes long, sometimes short, and sometimes it would shoot out directly.

It is obvious that the old scholar is trying more martial arts methods.

As for Chu Zhou, he sat cross-legged, constantly drawing closed loops of spiritual patterns with his hands, intending to speed up the formation of the magic as much as possible.

Chu Zhou also discovered that magic is not completely unusable in the secret realm. For example, spirit beasts have this ability, and some monsters can also use similar innate magic.

He was a little confused at first, but later he found that if he didn't rely on the inspiration of the outside world and just used his own magic power, he would be much faster.

Furthermore, magic also requires a certain level of proficiency. Chu Zhou had practiced too many magic techniques before, and they were just usable. But to talk about how profound they were, or even to the level of "perfection of magic techniques and spirituality itself", it was a long way off.

He was thinking, if he could really master a certain technique to the point where he couldn't get any better, and then use only his own magic power to drive it, could he also use it in a fight?

As soon as this idea came to his mind, Chu Zhou couldn't stop, and now he was trying the water method he was most familiar with.

Time passed in practice until Xiaoji's voice came: "Brother Chu, Grandpa, it's time to eat."

The old scholar immediately dropped his sword and came over quickly, while Chu Zhou dispersed his magic power only after completing a spiritual pattern.

The three of them sat around the campfire, each holding a bowl and eating noisily, looking very happy.

Only Chu Zhou tilted his head slightly, moved his ears, put down the bowl in his hand a little, and said, "Who is coming?"

Wow!
There was a sound of trees rubbing against each other, accompanied by footsteps, and then a middle-aged man with half black and half white hair walked out slowly.

He smiled and said, "I am Baidi, and I have come to ask for a bowl of food. May I ask if this is possible?"

"You are a guest, please take a seat first!"

Chu Zhou didn't seem to be surprised at all. He waved his hand and made a gesture of invitation. It wasn't until the middle-aged man sat down and took Xiao Ji's food that he asked, "I thought someone would come, but I didn't expect it to be His Majesty the White Emperor!"

"I just don't know what instructions your majesty has for you."

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