Chapter 1793: Crazy old man at the bottom of the cliff

Taking out a few Ye Ming Pearls in his hand, Mu Yun directly put them aside. The Ye Ming Pearl spread out, and finally some outlines appeared in front of Mu Yun's eyes around him.

Here is a rocky hill, surrounded by many stones, the size of a small fist, and a large one as tall as a person.

It was full of chaotic rocks, and there were many long swords around those chaotic rocks, either intact or damaged.

Mu Yun stood up, took a step forward, squeaked, and suddenly sounded.

He stepped out and dropped half a meter directly, and the dust under his feet almost buried him.

A puff of dust fluttered, and Mu Yun sniffed, his expression horrified.

"Ashes!"

He directly galloped up and landed on a rock, looking around.

At this moment, there are ashes everywhere around the bottom of the cliff.

Mu Yun thought about it carefully, and it became clear.

This place is the bottom of the cliff. The disciples of the Sword God Sect who died here do not know the geometry. When those disciples come down, they may be torn to pieces by the wind and turned into powder ashes. After time, they all fall to the bottom of the cliff. At the bottom of the cliff.

Thinking of the half-human ashes, Mu Yun's hair was horrified.

How many people are dead here?

Mu Yun threw out some night pearls again, illuminating the surroundings, and probably observed the general appearance of this place.

It is about a kilometer long and wide, and the floor is covered with ashes, and there are many divine swords stuck in the rocks.

It's just that these divine swords, the lowest grade, are all Guyuan artifacts.

The Guyuan artifact was only refined by the five-star artifact master, equipped by the top powerhouses of the gods, but there are hundreds of them here.

It's just that Mu Yun just wanted to pull out those long swords and put them away, but found that he couldn't shake it at all.

"Fortunately, I didn't die here, but here, how do I get up?"

Looking around, Mu Yun was rather helpless.

The gang wind above, but constantly squeezed downward, it was easy for him to fall down, and it was almost impossible to go up!

For several days, Mu Yun tried to walk up, but there was no way.

He could only rely on the sacred stele and Biluohuangquantu to resist those gang winds, but the impact was too strong for him to resist.

How can this be good?

Mu Yun had no choice but to look around and check to see if there were any exits in these few days.

Looking around, there is still no way.

"Is it stuck here?"

Mu Yun smiled helplessly.

He has now reached the peak realm of the true god, from the original one hundred years of life span to the present hundreds of years of life span in the **** realm, but for hundreds of years, in this place where birds do not shit, he wants to rise to a higher realm before going up. It's a joke.

As the **** level rises, the more he goes up, the more his life expectancy increases, but he is only a true **** now, and his life span is not increased much. When he reaches the **** monarch state, he opens up the soul, and that is the life expectancy that has undergone earth-shaking changes, increasing by tens of thousands More than years.

The most important thing now is that his current body needs food!

Over time, either starved to death or died of old age.

"Can't wait to die here!"

Mu Yun stood up, looked around, bit a piece of roasted meat in his hand, and said: "You can definitely leave!"

"smell good!"

Just as Mu Yun's words fell, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Who?"

Hearing this voice, Mu Yun was in a daze.

He has been here for four or five days, but after searching all the places here, he didn't find anyone here!

"I, I, I!"

The voice sounded again, saying: "I'm under you!"

"the following?"

Mu Yun looked at her feet.

Those ashes were hardened by him, and he just set up a fire stand here and took out some of the raw meat he had stored and roasted them.

The virtual spirit sword appeared directly at this moment, and Mu Yun plunged directly below with a sword.

boom……

Suddenly, a roar sounded from the bottom of the cliff. At this moment, those ashes fluttered and turned into birds, spreading on the surrounding rock walls.

At this moment, Mu Yun discovered that there was an altar under the ground where the ashes were piled up.

At this moment, in the center of the altar, a figure, an old figure, sat cross-legged on the ground.

The altar is one hundred meters wide, with a stone pillar on all sides and four corners.

And above the stone pillar, the chain linking and spreading, locked the old figure firmly.

Seeing this scene, Mu Yun was slightly stunned.

He didn't expect that there would be such a person at the bottom of the cliff.

"Little guy, you are lucky, you actually fell down and didn't die. Hey, you are the only one who fell and didn't turn into ashes for thousands of years!"

The old man had gray hair and a haggard face, but he didn't look old. He was just in torn clothes and looked quite old.

To be precise, it is more like middle-aged.

"Fell without death, isn't it the same as dead!"

Mu Yun didn't care.

It's just that the old man looked at the barbecue in Mu Yun's hand, but he was greedy and said: "I have been here for thousands of years. Although I don't need to eat, I am so greedy, little guy, you have the barbecue in your hand. Give me a taste?"

Hearing this, Mu Yun threw it over.

The old man gradually got up the hot barbecue, swallowed it in one bite, regardless of the hot, chirp, very happy.

It seemed that he hadn't eaten for a long time, but he didn't starve to death. Mu Yun concluded that this person was at least in the realm of a god!

Only when you reach the realm of the gods and condense the soul, relying on the soul to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, you don't need to eat.

Otherwise, this old guy would have starved to death.

"how is the taste?"

"That's not bad, little guy, it seems you don't have a lack of meals and sleepovers!"

The old man smiled and said, "What's your name?"

"Mu Yun!"

"Mu Yun?" The old man was taken aback when he heard Mu Yun's name.

"what's happenin?"

"It's okay, it's okay!" The old man shook his head when he felt his gaffe.

"I am a disciple of the Outer Sect of the Sword God Sect, and I fell to the bottom of the cliff by the titled disciple. I was lucky to not die!"

"Oh!"

The old man looked at Mu Yun and said, "The old man's name is Zhuo Yuanhang!"

Om...

The old man said his name. Suddenly, Mu Yun felt as if something was struggling in his mind. He was dizzy and almost fell.

"what happened to you?"

"No...nothing!"

Mu Yun shook his head, quite curious.

For some reason, when he heard the words Zhuo Yuanhang, he had a familiar smell.

But I can't remember where I heard it.

However, in this world, there are too many trillions of people with the same name.

"You don't know me?" The old man saw that Mu Yun just shook his body, without saying a word, he couldn't help but be astonished.

"How do I know who you are?"

Mu Yun rolled his eyes, speechless.

He was thinking about leaving here now, otherwise Xie Qing might go crazy and do something if he knew he had fallen off the cliff.

"Aren't you a disciple of the Outer Sect of the Sword God Sect?"

"Yup!"

"Then how can you not know who I am?"

"Then why do I have to know who you are!"

Mu Yun was speechless.

With a wave of his palm, six sacred monuments appeared.

He didn't bother to talk to this old madman.

The most urgent task now is how to leave here.

However, seeing Mu Yun offering six sacred tablets, the old man suddenly lost the meat in his hand and wanted to rush forward.

It's just that the iron chain bound his body, making it impossible for him to leave the center of the altar.

But looking at Mu Yun's eyes, it was full of horror.

Being so stared at by the old man, Mu Yun was a little frightened, thinking that the old man couldn't get rid of the iron chain, he was relieved.

If this old man could break free of the chains, he would have ran away long ago, and he would not have been here for thousands of years.

"Tell me, why do I have to know who you are?" Mu Yun felt that the scene was a bit weird and couldn't help but say.

The old man looked at the holy monument in his hand in a daze, as if he had lost his mind.

"Hey, speak!"

"This stone tablet, where did you come from?" The old man looked at Mu Yun with an extremely solemn expression.

"I asked you first, you said first!" Mu Yun did not answer.

"I am Zhuo Yuanhang, and Zhuo is an outstanding Zhuo. Yuanhang is a long voyage of sailing, and the master of the Sword God Sect!"

What?

Hearing this, Mu Yun was so frightened that the stele almost broke out.

Sect Master of Sword God Sect?

"Old things, should you be more truthful when you lie?" Mu Yun said silently: "Nowadays, the master of the Sword God Sect is Zhuo Jianyi, you really think I am a disciple of the outer sect who just entered the sect, don't you know? ?"

Hearing this, the old man smiled bitterly.

"Yes, Zhuo Jianyi, it's my son..."

"Your son?"

Mu Yun was completely stunned.

The son is the suzerain, imprisoning his father here?

What a joke!

"What I said is true. I am Zhuo Yuanhang, the Sect Master of the Sword God Sect. Zhuo Jian, the rebellious son, shut me up here in the dark. With the spirit of my sword soul, he raises the sword for him, the **** in the sword burial mound. The sword, for so many years, has been raised by my sword soul!"

As soon as this remark came out, Mu Yun felt even more incredible.

Soul of the sword.

The old thing in front of him is a swordsman who understands the soul of the sword!

"Little guy, I told the truth, you should tell me, what are you now?" The old man said again.

Mu Yun didn't believe a word about the old man in his heart, just treating him as a lunatic.

Looking at the old man, he smiled and said, "You said you are Zhuo Yuanhang, right? Zhuo Jianyi's father?"

"Yes!"

"Well, in that case, I will tell you, in fact, I am Muyun, the prince of the ten ancient herdsmen!"

"You fart!"

Not only did he hear Mu Yun's words, Zhuo Yuanhang was suddenly furious, and he scolded: "The prince... the prince of the herd, Mu Yun, has died for 40,000 years!"

"Yes, I am dead!"

Mu Yun vowed and said: "But, my father Mu Qingyu is someone who has the means to reach the sky. He left me a ray of remnant soul, so that I will be reincarnated and become the current me, the current Mu Yun, you see, the soul of my body Xi is completely different from the shepherd prince back then. It was my father who protected me and deliberately made me reincarnated twice to have this effect!"

"As for this stone stele, it is my herder's holy stele, nine holy steles, I now own six!"

Mu Yun said, waving his palm.

Bang bang bang...

The six sacred steles appeared directly at this moment.

"Look clearly, six sacred steles, herder's token, do you know? Old... Zhuo Yuanhang!"

Mu Yun looked at the old man and smiled slightly.

He hit his heart, treating the old man in front of him as a lunatic.