Passersby Through the Cannon Fodder of the End Times

Ye Qingyu suppressed the discomfort all over and looked at the person at the altar stiffly. Is this really a person?

The man curled up on the altar, wrapped in a thick black cloak. The hat on the cloak covered the man's face. Or it should be said that the entire cloak covered the person, and the only thing Ye Qingyu saw was the person's hand.

When Ye Qingyu came in and the man made a sound, he moved a bit and let Ye Qingyu see a pale and dry hand like a branch.

That hand was more like that of a zombie, but it was whiter than that of a zombie, as white as a dead person. Who the **** is this? The living dead? Zombies? Or is it just a living ordinary person?

Before Ye Qingyu could see clearly, that hand retracted under the cloak.

Ye Qingyu pretended not to see the person's hand, arched his hand, and said, "Senior, the younger one accidentally entered this place and disturbed you. Please also tell the younger generation how to leave here, so as not to disturb the senior." Ye Qingyu felt. She has the demeanor of a chivalrous woman. I hope this person can let her go because of her politeness.

"You, very good. I am the Qu family. I believe you can, come here, and already know something about the Qu family. Being able to walk in front of me means that you have passed the test, that is, our Qu family is destined. Man, I hope you can inherit our inheritance from the Qu family." The man's voice was hoarse, hissing, intermittent, and a little stiff as before. It should have been a long time since he had spoken. Ye Qingyu was even more frightened after hearing this.

"Senior, the junior is dull. It's really accidental to come here. It's even luck to see you. It's really hard to be such a big task."

"It's your chance to come here. The chance is the destiny. When the fate has arrived, be free, let the flow take its course."

Ye Qingyu stopped arguing with this so-called Qu family, because it clearly didn't make sense, and she didn't want to tear her face. She really had no confidence. Who knows if the thing on the opposite side is a thousand-year-old monster?

"Senior, are you a cultivator?"

"Yes, you come in, under my name, I will teach you the method of cultivating immortals." Even if it is incoherent, even if the voice is hoarse, Ye Qingyu can hear the complacency and arrogance.

"The juniors have always thought that cultivating immortals is just a legend, but did not expect it to exist. Seniors, can cultivators be immortal?"

"As long as you, practice diligently, get the path, be self-righteous, and live the same life as the heaven and the earth!"

Ye Qingyu had a surprised expression, "It turned out to be true, seniors and juniors came here and saw that the scenery here is very beautiful, many of which have not been seen by the juniors. Along the way, is the seniors testing the juniors? "

"Small means are not enough."

"For the senior, it is a small means, but in the eyes of the younger generation, it is a great good fortune. Senior, how long will it take to do what you do?"

"If you have good aptitude, how many... first test your aptitude, and then talk about other things." The words that stopped abruptly were years, decades, hundreds, or thousands of years? Ye Qingyu didn't know.

Alas, how many years old is this monster? Nothing is leaking.

"Senior, junior is an ordinary person, and should not be qualified to cultivate immortality."

"No, only people with spiritual roots can have an opportunity to come to me. Come here, let me see how your qualifications are?"

Ye Qingyu's heart trembled, she couldn't stand it so far away, wouldn't it be fatal if it passed?

Ye Qingyu pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Senior, what is the spiritual root?"

"Linggen is a person who cultivates immortality, and introducing the spirit of heaven and earth into one's own medium is a prerequisite for whether or not to cultivate immortality. The spiritual root is divided into... or to see first, what is your aptitude, and then tell you in detail. Come, come over Test the spiritual roots."

After a while, a ball the size of a half football floated out from under the cloak and hovered in front of the person.

"Senior, what is this? Why does it float?"

"This is a test of the spiritual ball, you have to test it quickly." Ye Qingyu heard a trace of eagerness and impatientness from the hoarse tone of the old monster.

Although Ye Qingyu knew that it was dangerous to approach, he had to compromise. It was really delayed for so long, and I couldn't find out the details of the old monster, let alone find a reason to leave.

For this Xiuxian Qu family, she really did not know his methods, so Ye Qingyu did not dare to leave forcibly, because she was worried that even if she tried her best, she would not be able to escape in the hands of the mysterious Xiuxian. Once the face is torn, there is no room for maneuver.

Ye Qingyu approached the altar step by step. I don't know if it was an illusion, the closer Ye Qingyu got to the altar, the more cold he felt.

"A drop, blood, on the Spirit Orb." This hoarse voice seemed to be pronounced, and Ye Qingyu shivered.

Ye Qingyu didn't use a soft sword. Regardless of whether the old monster saw her soft sword, it would be better not to take it out. Ye Qingyu bit her left finger cruelly. When the blood bead came out, Ye Qingyu dropped it onto the Spirit Orb.

Ye Qingyu didn't feel the excitement of the old monster when the blood flowed out. Because her mind is all on the spiritual test ball. The blood drop fell on the orb and was instantly absorbed.

Suddenly a suction came, and the left hand that Ye Qingyu had bitten was immediately sucked onto the Spirit Orb. Ye Qingyu was shocked and wanted to withdraw his left hand, but found that she couldn't do it. Not only his left hand, Ye Qingyu couldn't move anymore.

Ye Qingyu stared angrily at the old monster under the black robe, wanted to question, but couldn't speak.

"Haha...cough cough...cough cough...I finally waited for it!" The hoarse voice that had been concealed because of being too excited was like a run-down bellows.

The black robe shook, and a corpse-like person raised his head from under the black robe. What kind of face is that, a layer of wrinkled skin is tightly attached to a skull, and there are two gray-white beads in the eye sockets deep in it, and the corners of the mouth are like the whole face, gully and gully, The lips are no longer visible.

Because of excitement and happiness, the old monster coughed, and when he laughed, he pulled the dry skin on his face, wrinkled tightly, and deepened the gully.

Intermittently, a murmured voice came, "How many years? Eight hundred years?...No, no...One thousand eight hundred years?...No, no, two hundred years...No, no, no...Ah, I Can’t remember...I finally waited for a perfect body...Those men and women...Ah...Ah...Ah, I can’t remember...Okay, a woman finally came in...How long have I been No use of the woman's body?...Ah...Where is the spirit stone?...Yes, here...the formation...the formation..."

The blood in the body continuously poured into the so-called psychic orb, and the psychic orb became blood-red from its transparency at the beginning. Ye Qingyu felt that her body was getting cold a little bit, and her consciousness was disappearing...