At the beginning of the game, I can manifest fantasy objects

Chapter 156 Tianxuan Footwork
This primitive mountain forest is covered with towering trees. The air is filled with a pungent smell, and blood-colored mist is constantly floating.

On the branches of ancient trees, in the thorny jungle, among the weeds and rocks, broken corpses were laid out, either torn into pieces, or pierced by sharp claws, all of them died with their eyes open.

In just a moment, the vast mountain forest had returned to a deathly silence. The old man's previous prediction came true. Looking around, there were stumps of limbs and broken arms everywhere. All the monks were dead. Blood flowed and dyed the earth red.

Those ferocious beasts were so powerful that even the men and horses of the three major forces were vulnerable to a single blow. Naturally, the remaining casual cultivators had no power to resist, and it was a one-sided massacre.

"Dead! All dead! It...is here again..."

The bird flew away, and the white-haired old man stood in the forest, his eyes empty and lifeless, ignoring everything around him, and kept talking to himself again.

He clearly looked like a weird, crazy old man with no power on him, but just by standing here, all the ferocious beasts stayed away and did not dare to get close.

At this time, an old man and two young men stood in the forest, motionless, like sculptures. Only the old man's muttering could be heard.

Zhang Jingming looked at the tragic scenes around him. Although he was touched in his heart, he was mostly speechless.

In this world, human life is like nothing, even monks who are superior in the eyes of mortals are no exception. The world of cultivation is so cruel.

Ye Fan, who was standing on the other side of the old man and holding the old man's arm, was silent and did not make a sound. He still had lingering fears for the rest of his life.

In the past two years, he has seen too many separations and separations, and he can't help but miss his hometown on the other side of the starry sky and his long-lost parents.

Ye Fan secretly made up his mind to become stronger quickly, find a way to cross the stars, and then go home!

Yes, going home has always been his biggest motivation for practicing.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan turned his attention to the man on the other side who looked exactly like Xiao Li Feidao Li Xunhuan, and was about to say hello.

"Woooooooo..."

At this moment, the old man who had been muttering to himself suddenly burst into tears. He stretched out his skinny hands and violently tore up his white hair like a chicken coop. Tears flowed from his cloudy eyes, like a Helpless children.

"Old man..."

Ye Fan let go of the old man's arm and wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say.

After all, he didn't know what the old man had been through, so he rashly advised the old man to be more open-minded. It was more like making sarcastic remarks than comforting him.

Zhang Jingming on the other side recalled the old man's rough life and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Dead! Wuwuwu! Dead! All dead! Wuwuwu..."

The old man looked up to the sky and cried sadly, beating his chest and beating his feet. Then he started wandering around in the primitive mountain forest like a ghost. From the beginning to the end, he never paid attention to the two people next to him, completely immersed in his own world.

Zhang Jingming gathered his thoughts and followed the old man step by step, observing his walking pace.

For fear of those terrifying ferocious beasts appearing again, Ye Fan has been following the old man.

Finally, the crazy old man climbed up a tall stone mountain and stood quietly on the top of the mountain, looking in the direction of the ancient forbidden land, in a daze, as if he had turned into a rock.

The sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow of sunset reflected the old man's thin shadow. Endless sadness and sorrow filled the surroundings, and the sadness enveloped the entire mountain.

The atmosphere was calm. A young man in his 20s and a boy about twelve or thirteen years old stood on the side of the old man. At this time, the two of them did not make a sound, and they had no intention of talking.The old man's cloudy old eyes never blinked, and he stood here all night long. It was not until the rising sun came into view that the first ray of sunlight came into view, and he finally came back to his senses.

"The song ends and everyone disperses. Let's go. I'll see you again later..."

The old man finished talking to himself, cried and laughed again, and turned around to leave the stone mountain.

After descending the rocky mountain, he took a step forward and strode forward. With one step, he was miles away, literally shrinking into an inch. There were mysterious lines intertwining under his feet. Every footprint was extraordinary. There is a Tao Yun Tiancheng flavor.

These mysterious lines turned into footprints, which were printed in the void. They all disappeared in a blink of an eye. They only appeared for a moment and then disappeared automatically.

"senior……"

Ye Fan, who was supporting the old man, was almost thrown away. He held one of the old man's arms tightly and almost leaned on the old man's body.

Zhang Jingming also walked in the air, followed by the power of space, following behind the old man, writing down the mysterious lines one by one.

The footwork that the old man inadvertently performed is called the Tianxuan Footwork. This footwork evolved from the incomplete secret of the word "Xing". When you learn it to the level of Dacheng, you can deduce the supreme secret of the word "Xing". Tao rhyme.

These lines all had the same appearance, and every footprint was the same imprint. It didn't take long for Zhang Jingming to completely memorize it and leave it imprinted in his heart.

"Dao Wen!"

Ye Fan was also attracted by the old man's footprints and couldn't help but exclaimed. He immediately stared at each footprint with concentration and memorized it in his heart.

The old man cried and laughed for a while, and kept striding forward. He was just unconsciously using the Tianxuan footwork, and his speed was extremely fast. After a while, he left this primitive mountain range, leaving the mountain forest full of corpses far behind.

In the distance, many monks appeared, looking into the depths of the mountain forest, but still no one dared to come in and explore.

These are all casual cultivators who are relatively cautious by nature. They have a keen sense of smell and can sense that extremely terrible things are happening deep in the mountains and forests.

Yesterday, these casual cultivators chose to stop in the outer areas of the primitive mountain forest and did not follow the people of the three major forces in-depth, thus escaping the disaster. Otherwise, there would have been many more corpses in the primitive mountain forest. .

Yesterday, the three superpowers of the Eastern Wasteland, the Light Holy Land, the Ji Family, and the Jiang Family, took the lead, followed by a large number of monks, and marched toward the ancient forbidden land. Today, only three people came out alive.

At this moment, it really makes people feel like they are in another world.

The old man who was crying and laughing waved his tattered robe sleeves and immediately threw Ye Fan out of his arm.

Obviously, this somewhat crazy old man was going to leave.

"Senior, please stay. Junior is willing to follow you and listen to your teachings."

Ye Fan's heart moved and he hurriedly used the Shenhong Escape Light to catch up and shouted loudly.

"who are you?"

After yesterday's venting, the old man seemed to have regained his consciousness. He looked back doubtfully at Ye Fan, who was chasing after him.

(End of this chapter)