Chapter 508

From a distance, Tianshan Mountain is undoubtedly steep.

But because the Tianshan Mountain is so big, the steep cliff becomes a foot slope when we approach it.

Because it's not winter yet, and it's not very high in Shanghai, there's no snow at the foot of the mountain.

Zhang Chu turned over and got off the horse, took Qin Sitong off the horse's back, and then patted the horse's buttocks hard. The black horse ran away without looking back, thinking that it was "home.".

Shen Lang's bad is not the bad in the traditional impression, so seeing Zhang Chu let the horse go, Shen Lang also waved Shen Jun's white horse away.

Almost as soon as he set foot on Tianshan Mountain, Zhang Chu felt that his surroundings had become extraordinary.

The unprecedented torrent of Qi came from all directions, like suddenly falling into the sea from the desert, and was stunned by the sudden water.

"The true Qi contained in Tianshan Mountain is so rich." Zhang Chu is amazing.

Shen Lang shrugged his shoulders with disdain: "compared with that, there is no one here all the year round. Naturally, it's more powerful than the real world, but it's dwarfed by the real secret world."

No wonder there is such a big gap between seclusion and secularity.

This is not a level of Qi alone, which is enough to make the secularism sect open several streets.

What surprised Zhang Chu was not only Tianshan's rich Qi, but also the corpses everywhere.

He walked dozens of meters inside, and a frozen corpse appeared in front of him.

The frozen corpse is too old, and its eyes have become "dry longan", black and wrinkled. The skin is brown, severely atrophied, literally skin and bone, so that the surface is somewhat smooth. As for the clothes, they are relatively complete, a dark blue ancient robe.

No one knows how long the body has been lying here.

But one thing is for sure, even if you are a jerk, you won't easily touch the corpse of your ancestors when you get to Tianshan Mountain, and you won't disturb the purity of the sleeping people. It is for this reason that the corpse, which is not far from the entrance to the mountain, is so complete.

On one side of the waves, he saluted the deceased and said in a deep tone: "it seems that this brother is not a monk."

Under Zhang Chu's puzzled eyes, Shen Lang pointed to the cane debris beside the deceased.

After years of erosion and weathering, these vines have become rather vague. If you don't look carefully, you can't distinguish them at all.

"These vines are part of the medicine cage, and there is also a small medicine hoe beside them. It seems that this man should have come here to collect medicine, but he was trapped here. At that time, there was no helicopter. Being trapped in such a place was already a death sentence. "

Speaking of this, Shen Lang looked respectfully and said: "even if it's just an ordinary person, as long as he is buried in Tianshan Mountain, he is worthy of respect. After all, the dead are the biggest."

There's nothing wrong with that.

Zhang Chu and Qin Sitong also saluted the deceased one after another.

About 50 meters away from the collector, there is a very smooth black rock wall.

After passing through the cliff, a small valley appeared in front of us.

There is a little snow left at the entrance of the valley.

Qin Sitong, who was wearing a military uniform, was already a little pale, but her lips were purple.

It seems that the assault suit has failed. This altitude is too lethal for ordinary people.

Whether it's altitude sickness, lack of oxygen, or pure cold, it can easily kill ordinary people.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Chu took off his coat and put it on Qin Sitong.

"What do you do?" Qin Sitong some refused, worried that only wearing a thin coat of Zhang Chu, will be frozen.

Zhang Chu shook his head: "I'm a monk. This cold is nothing to me."

With that, Zhang Chu directly carried Qin Sitong on his back and told him, "from now on, you should talk less, adjust your breathing and keep your strength. You are not a monk. I can't save you with Qi. Once you have severe altitude sickness, it will be very dangerous. "

Shen Lang walks in front, Zhang Chu carries Qin Sitong behind him.

The moment you enter the valley, it's like falling directly from the world into hell.

It's not too much to describe it as "a sea of corpses and blood.".

In less than 50 square meters of land, there are more than ten people lying in disorder, and the blood almost dyed the ground red. On both sides of the valley, there are steep cliffs. Above the cliffs, because of the high altitude, there is thick snow. This bloody Valley, located between a snow-white cliff, is like a gorgeous red flower in a snow-white mountain, so bright and dazzling.

Not long after their death, except for the wounds on their bodies, the bodies and clothes of the deceased were quite complete, and they were all practitioners.

It can be seen that in order to fight for the three demons and nine factions, there has been a big war here.

Zhang Chu was so nervous that he could not help but quicken his pace for fear that something might happen to Zhao Tang.

Zhang Chu almost stepped between the corpses. After a huge stone collapsed from a mountain more than ten meters high, the picture in front of him changed again.

More than 50 people, lying on the ground in disorder, were groaning in pain.

These people were all disciples of the sect who had just been through the war and lost their fighting capacity.

Their injuries were very serious. Some of them had their arms cut off, others had their stomachs broken and their intestines flowed. Those who were in good health but vomited blood had suffered very important internal injuries. They might have broken their internal organs or their meridians.

"Er... It hurts so much. It kills me..."

"I want to go home..."

"As a monk, I'm so ashamed to cry like a woman! It's also a great honor to be buried in Tianshan Mountain after death! "

"Hahaha, I'm so warm, I'm so warm..."

"I... why can't I see anything?"

Wailing, crying, despairing roar, interwoven with remorse, just like playing a song of doomsday.

Fierce war, exhausted their true Qi.

The cruel confrontation tore their bodies apart.

Fall in this extremely cold Tianshan, who knows in the heart, over, can't live back.

After countless years, they will be paid homage to by later generations just like the medicine pickers outside the valley, but no one knows what they experienced, and no one will understand what kind of despair they experienced before their lives dissipated. People will only have a question, what makes them gather here and fight fiercely?

Zhang Chu can not rely on their sacrifice, whether it is worth it or not.

But I know that the endless fighting will not stop because of them. The practice world will be as cruel as ever, survival of the fittest, natural selection!