I kept my tail between my legs all the way and didn't dare to look back.

It was only then that Houerjiu picked up the flute in his hand and looked around.

Nowadays, it is the most depressing time in the mountains. The wind is blowing everywhere, and from deep in the earth, there are dull sounds of earthquakes from time to time. In the depths of the endless jungle and among the grass, there is a kind of peeping gaze everywhere.

Even the wind blowing through the gaps in the trees in front of you seems to be filled with countless voices calling your name, making people lose all sense of security.

Not to mention 800 people, even 100,000 people are still extremely small in this 100,000 mountain.

At this moment, Houerjiu just picked up the flute slowly.

The flute is a bamboo flute, and each shaman has one. When he was young, his sister Wu Ya carved it with her own hands and gave it to him.

But Houerjiu doesn't like playing the flute, so when he usually casts spells, he just holds the flute in his palm and waves it gently in the wind. The sound of the wind pouring into the flute hole is enough to help him control the poison.

But this time, he placed the flute across his lips and blew it gently.

Deep in the Shiwan Mountain, the sound of drums suddenly became heavy and fierce. It was King Hunshi who was casting a spell on the other side of the mountain.

The gloomy, depressing and strange shadows all around suddenly intensified several times.

Bald Lao Zhang and his eight hundred soldiers and horses now even feel that the plants and trees around them are alive.

The trees were changing their positions, trapping them in place. The vines were slowly squirming, coming to life one by one, trying to entangle them.

At the same time, the flute suddenly sounded.

Even Hu Ma, who has seen Houerjiu the most, had previously doubted whether Houerjiu could play the flute, but when Houerjiu played the flute, it sounded surprisingly good.

The sound of the flute was melodious and melodious. In an instant, it flew deep into the mountains, as if it was blended with the sound of the wind in the mountains.

The vicious drum is beaten every other hour, and each time it becomes louder and louder.

One night passed, and King Hunshi had struck the drum ten times. Coupled with King Hunshi's anger, the drum had reached its peak, crushing him like an angry wave.

The mountains, rivers and land are squeezing and colliding, and in an instant, the fierce wind is rolling and swirling.

Just the wind in the mountains and fields blew the bald old man Zhang and his men so hard that they couldn't open their eyes and wanted to cover their ears.

But the sound of the flute instantly defeated the drum sounds that were squeezing in from all directions. Not only did everyone around them hear clearly, but it even immediately surged outwards.

The sound of the flute is obviously not very loud, but the sound of the flute is so beautiful that one cannot even feel the presence of power, but at this moment, it seems like something tangible has penetrated into the mountains and changed the trend in the mountains.

"Kakakaka..."

At this moment, a huge collision sound came from a distance.

There seemed to be some painful and shrill cries of unknown things mixed in there.

The bald old Zhang was the bravest one. He tried his best to open his eyes, trying to see something clearly, but he saw a nightmare-like scene. He saw the mountains overturning, the earth turning upside down, and the stars in the night sky. It was as if at this moment,

Reached the soles of the feet.

The next moment, he suddenly saw the continuous and dense mountain peaks moving in front of him.

It was like a crawling giant beast that was frightened and was running away.

They saw that there was no road at all under their feet, only wild grass and strange rocks. However, at this moment, a clearly visible stone path came from a distance and was paved under their feet.

He even reacted for a moment before realizing that this was a mountain of 100,000. Now, under the stimulation of the flute, it was changing and giving way to both sides. Therefore, there was a straight road under their feet.

On both sides of the road, valleys appeared one after another, and they saw countless figures appearing.

Those were the stators placed by King Hunshi in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. They were the soldiers and horses that helped him fix the seven inches, the head and neck, the valley gate, the heart, and the tail spine. But at this moment, one after another appeared in the valleys on both sides.

They were all hanged in the valleys on both sides.

He couldn't understand the terrifying scene before him, nor did he believe that one's own ability could make the mountain collapse and the ground crack. He also didn't understand that the reason behind it was surprisingly simple.

The vicious drum wakes up hundreds of thousands of mountains and drives them to eat people.

Monkey Wine plays the flute and causes hundreds of thousands of mountains to turn over. The snakes in the mountains cannot turn around and bite back, but if they turn over, they will crush the people in the five places to death.

At this time, the bald old Zhang could only think that he was having a nightmare and that everything he saw around him was an illusion.

I just forced myself to follow the monkey drunk who was playing the flute and walked forward. He followed suit and walked through this straight mountain path. He walked straight through the Shiwan Mountain where strange phenomena often appeared, and looked at this stone path.

in front of.

At the end is a military tent with a big drum.

In front of the drum, King Hunshi held a human bone drumstick in his hand, but he could no longer knock it.

The drum surface had long been broken, revealing a dark brown heart that had stopped beating inside the drum body.

Not to mention the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses deep in the mountain, even the personal guards around him were bleeding from all the orifices and lying staggering on the ground.

And he could only hold up the useless drumstick, try his best, and shout in a hoarse voice: "Mountain ghost..."

"Mountain ghost, you are a mountain ghost..."

"..."

For shamans, mountain ghosts are the most terrifying things in legends.

He didn't understand why there were such strange and terrifying changes in this hundred thousand mountains.

It can only be thought that the legendary mountain ghost has appeared.

The majestic King of Hunshi, the nobleman who commanded hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses, the seed of the emperor, is now alone. Watching the mountain ghost wearing a white robe and playing a flute walking from the mountain, as he gets closer and closer, I feel fear in my heart.

, has also reached its extreme.

I wanted to shout, but I couldn't make a sound. I wanted to hit him with a drumstick, but my body no longer obeyed.

Finally, when the white-robed mountain ghost played the flute and came to him, a huge impact flooded into his mind in an instant.

He felt his facial features feel warm and his body floated up.

The fear reached its extreme at this moment, but it seemed like relief. The dignified King of Hunshi was now bleeding from all five senses and died of fear on the spot.

But Houerjiu didn't even look at him, and walked straight past his body and the murderous drum. At this time, the sound of the flute gradually became lower, and its ending was faint, sinking into the dead silence of the earth.

At this time, he had already passed through the military tent step by step and looked up. Amidst the clouds and mist, there was a big mountain, looming, appearing at the end. On the mountain, there seemed to be countless horrifying eyes looking down.

It seems.

"Three months ago, we made an appointment to fight."

Houerjiu slowly put down his flute and looked at the mountain. His expression was calm, even with some expectation, and he said, "Now I'm here as promised."

"So, Guanshan clan, are you ready to accept my method?"

"..."

"One hundred thousand soldiers and horses were buried in the mountains in one day..."

Following Houerjiu's inquiry, a voice finally came from the mountains deep in the mist: "You keep saying you want to save the world, but you don't care about human life. Is this saving the world?"

"Believe me, I have been working hard to save more people's lives, and I also asked a kind-hearted little girl to make a special trip to do this life-saving thing."

Houerjiu looked up at the mountain, smiled faintly, and said: "What's more, you are watching them die, right?"

"Obviously the moment I entered the Hundred Thousand Mountains, you already knew that I was coming, and you could cross over the Hunshi King's army at any time, rush to this mountain, and fight with me."

"Even if you just gave the order to King Hunshi to get out of this way, I would come directly to your mountain to fight. But in fact, I have been in this mountain for three days, and you have done nothing."

"I know that you want to use this 100,000-strong army to explore my background. You even hope that we will both lose, so that you can reap the benefits."

"It's just that you didn't expect that they couldn't stop me, but instead sent these 100,000 mountains into my hands."

"..."

Houerjiu's words were extremely unpleasant to hear, but there was no word of refutation from the mountain over there for a long time. Instead, after a long silence, there was a sigh: "The world is turned upside down at this moment. You have been depressed for twenty years, and now you have gained momentum.

What you do is too cruel."

"You have caused massacres and harmed countless people. You have used the spell on the livelihood of thousands of people to suppress the leaders of the Zhao family. You have also used the swords and weapons of the people to destroy the Zhao family. All these things have made people unexpected and frightening."

"I am holding on in this dying world just to prevent Tai Sui from coming, but you are trying to destroy it all from the root..."

"With these facts, how can we believe that you are not deliberately leading the way for Tai Sui?"

"..."

"Since when are you still being labeled?"

Hou'erjiu even showed an expression of impatience on his face, but he still remained polite and said calmly: "I know they have also taken action. Some people are complaining for the people, and some are trying to open their eyes. They are all some

This final confrontation is very meaningful."

"It's a pity that I'm not good at this."

"I came here just to watch the mountain and have a martial arts battle with you."

"Even if I choose you, it's not because you have a better chance of winning or because you are more familiar with witchcraft or anything like that. It's just because your method is closest to the origin."

"so……"

"..."

When he said these words, he raised his head slightly, as if he could see a star in the night sky, which was particularly bright.

He seemed to know that someone had borrowed the altar and looked at him. These words were not only addressed to Guanshanzhu, but also to the person who used the altar to observe the destiny of the world, and he nodded slightly.
Chapter completed!