Chapter 224 Is it a human or a ghost?

This road is very special.

Other roads, whether wide or narrow, are paved with bluestones, but this path is paved with pebbles. The pale yellow pebbles are particularly conspicuous compared to the surrounding blue-gray stones. Luo Xiaofeng walked down the path. The yellow pebbles path, winding and winding, was surrounded by a small garden. The small garden is very delicate, so exquisite that it cannot be more exquisite. It is very elegant and so elegant that it cannot be more elegant. Luo Xiaofeng was attracted and walked in without realizing it. Behind the half-moon-shaped garden small door, there is a cluster of elegant small

Flowers, moon-white flowers sway in the breeze, so beautiful that it makes people feel distressed! A straight path extends out beside the flowers. At the end of the path is a small pavilion with vermilion railings, which are particularly eye-catching. The most eye-catching one is not the railing, but the people next to the railing! Seven people stand in different shapes, as if they are looking at the distance from the railing, and they seem to be meditating on the railing. These seven people are old people with crane hair shawls. Judging from their clothes and dress, they are all people with great status and status. They all face Luo Xiaofeng, so Luo Xiaofeng cannot see their appearance.

Luo Xiaofeng didn't walk over. He looked at it for a long time. The more he looked, the more he felt more distressed, because he had already remembered the seven elders of the spiritual life world.

"The more than 10,000 rare treasures of the seven elders were sealed in the stone statue, and attached with extremely powerful spell talismans. This spell talisman is too domineering and evil. Once the spell talisman is released, the seven elders all explode and died." Is the words of the woman in the white-clothed demon sword true? If it is true, who are the seven people in the pavilion? This matter is so bizarre that it is a bit terrifying. Luo Xiaofeng hesitated and finally walked over... The seven old men, as if they knew that someone was coming, turned around one after another...

A chill rose from the soles of her feet and spread throughout Luo Xiaofeng's body. Luo Xiaofeng finally saw the seven faces clearly. What kind of faces were they? Their facial features were twisted and blood flowed!

Luo Xiaofeng did not run away, shout, or shout! He was afraid, although he was attacking him like a storm, Luo Xiaofeng still gritted his teeth and held on.

The seven old men also saw Luo Xiaofeng. They looked up, next, left, and right at the child in front of them.

Luo Xiaofeng really couldn't stand it. The places where he had been seen seemed to be crawling.

The seven old men suddenly knelt down in unison and looked at Luo Xiaofeng and burst into tears. The crying was indeed a true expression of love, from the heart, just like a lost child who suddenly saw his mother!

Luo Xiaofeng was stunned and didn't know what to do for a moment.

The seven old men finally stopped crying. One of the old men in yellow robe walked over tremblingly and asked in a trembling voice: "If I read it correctly, you are A Zi's son."

Luo Xiaofeng was confused and couldn't help asking: "Who is A Zi?"

The old man in yellow robe hurriedly said, "A Zi is the wisteria god in our spiritual life. I can see that you are her son and our little master!"

Only then did Luo Xiaofeng realize that his mother's name was A Zi!

The old man in yellow robe shed tears again and said excitedly: "We have been waiting for 200,000 years, and finally waited for you!"

"Have you been waiting for 200,000 years?" Luo Xiaofeng looked at the old man in yellow robe in surprise: "May I ask the old man is..."

The old man in yellow robe wiped his tears and waved happily to the pavilion: "Come here, come here!"

The other six old men almost trotted to Luo Xiaofeng, and they were all so excited that they didn't know what to say.

Luo Xiaofeng couldn't help but speak first: "Hello, grandpa!"

The six old men bowed in panic and bowed: "You little master, you are so polite!" Luo Xiaofeng hurriedly returned the favor with courtesy!

The old man in yellow robe laughed and said, "We were originally the seven elders of the spiritual life world. We only obeyed Miss A Zi and couldn't stand the bird energy of Xiaotian, so we came here and were isolated from the world."

Luo Xiaofeng asked: "Who is Xiaotian?"

The old man in yellow robe said angrily: "Xiaotian is the master of the spiritual life world now. Although he has high martial arts cultivation, his character is too poor and he is not worthy of being the master of the spiritual life world. We can't understand why A Zi passed the throne to him."

Not only can the old man in the yellow robe understand this matter, but most people in the spiritual life world cannot understand it! The Wisteria God did not explain the matter of passing the throne Xiaotian. Although Xiaotian became the master of the spiritual life world, in people's hearts, the kind and beautiful Wisteria God is the only master of the spiritual life world!

Luo Xiaofeng looked at the twisted facial features and bleeding face of the seven elders, and finally couldn't help asking: "Grandpas, your face..."

The old man in yellow robe smiled and said, "This is a disguise!" As he spoke, he wiped his face with his hand. His hideous and terrifying face disappeared immediately and immediately returned to his original appearance. When Luo Xiaofeng turned around, the other six elders also removed their disguise and restored their original appearance.

Luo Xiaofeng smiled: "Grandpas, why did you make yourself look like you just now?"

The old man in yellow robe sighed: "We are pretending to be dead, and pretending to be a path of the underworld!" As he spoke, he pointed to the yellow pebbles road in front of him. The path of the underworld is the legendary path that must be passed into the ghostly underworld. Luo Xiaofeng had heard his grandmother talk about it before. However, it was the place where the dead went, and no one knew about the living.

Luo Xiaofeng asked in confusion: "Grandpas are the seven elders of the spiritual life world, and they all have a high level of cultivation. Why do you still pretend to die?"

The old man in yellow robe sighed: "Twenty hundred thousand years ago, the seven of us came to this Demon Sword Pond with more than 10,000 treasures in the spiritual world, set up formations to defend, and sealed many rare treasures in the stone statues, and attached the ancient magic spell - the demon magic spell. Most of the more than 10,000 treasures are powerful spiritual weapons, and even dozens of ancient magic weapons. When they were sealed, they were extremely reluctant. They asked us to break the stone statues. The idea of ​​destroying the magic spell is very strong. The idea of ​​a spiritual weapon is very limited, but more than 10,000 thoughts are superimposed together, and the power is very powerful. We wanted to cut off their thoughts, so after completing the seal, we pretended to explode and died, and deliberately pretended to disguise this path of the underworld. The spiritual weapon artifacts felt that we were dead, and they were also discouraged and stopped the idea of ​​escaping."

Luo Xiaofeng asked curiously: "There are still thoughts on the spiritual weapon?"

The old man in the yellow robe said: "The spiritual weapons can be formed into beasts, and the magic weapons can be formed into humans, so they all have thoughts, but this kind of thought is still very weak, very unstable, and the level is also very low compared to the real human beings. They all simply think that it is a magic spell attached by the seven elders, and only the seven elders can solve it. They feel that the seven elders are dead, and they are discouraged and have no thoughts, and soon they enter a dormant state. Unless the magic spell is destroyed and awaken them, these spiritual weapons and artifacts will be dormant forever. Even if there are several magic weapons still in a state of awakening, they are alone and powerless." As the old man in the yellow robe said, he stared at the half-piece of the wooden sword beside Luo Xiaofeng's waist, and a surprise expression appeared on his face. "The little master will be relieved after taking this ancient magic weapon, the magic sword, and A Zi's spirit in the sky."

Luo Xiaofeng smiled: "Grandpa knows this magic sword?"
Chapter completed!