Chapter 145: Him!

  His eyes gleamed with a profound depth, like the starry night sky. In the instant when Su Ming and he locked gazes, a loud rumble suddenly appeared in Su Ming's mind, causing his body to stumble backward several steps. This made An Dongliang hastily rush forward, leaving Su Ming's control behind. With a pale face, he stood beside An Dongliang, looking at Su Ming with eyes filled with fear.

  "Alright, Mo Su, from now on, you are a guest of my Andong clan. Fang Shen, give him the token." Andong Bo's voice was slow and deliberate as he withdrew his gaze from Su Ming.

  Su Ming was secretly shocked, but his eyes remained calm.

  Fang Shen looked at Su Ming, with a hint of admiration in his eyes. Su Ming had killed Zhou Yue, but it only made him feel slightly surprised by the power contained in that one punch, without too much unexpectedness.

  But Su Ming's next move was so fast that it shocked Fang Shen, he himself couldn't see Su Ming's figure clearly, especially the finger he had just pointed out, the aura of pressure emanating from it made him reevaluate Su Ming's strength.

  At this moment, Fang Sheng burst out laughing and took out a token from his bosom. The token was entirely white with the number fifteen written on it.

  Just as he was about to hand it over to Su Ming, Andong Man Gong suddenly raised his right hand and made a grasping motion in mid-air. The token flew straight towards him and was caught in his hand. With his left hand, he erased the number fifteen and carved a new digit in its place.

  Three!

  After seeing this number, the first glance of Kaideng Zhan's eyes was imperceptible, and Antong Zu Chang smiled slightly, but the people around him, especially those two guests, looked at Su Ming again.

  Su Ming was somewhat perplexed, but he could guess a little bit of the situation. Seeing no one explaining, he didn't ask either. He took over the token from Andong Man Gong and put it in his bosom.

  "Mojia, please sit down inside with us. A few of us old men will open the secret passage of Handan Mountain and send you three in." Andong Man Gong looked at Su Ming and said slowly.

  The term "home" is a respectful title used by the tribe to refer to guests from other tribes, as a sign of friendship.

  Su Ming clasped his fists in gratitude and walked into the midst of the crowd, where two other guests with the same status as him hastily stood up. It was clear that they were deferring to Su Ming, and only after he sat down did they reseat themselves cross-legged.

  "The three of you are not outsiders, and the Mohist school has just joined our Eastern Department. There are some things that need to be explained. Fang Shen, you speak." An Dong Mang Gong closed his eyes.

  Fang Shen nodded in agreement, his eyes scanning Su Ming's face with a somewhat solemn expression, and spoke in a low voice.

  "Brother Chen and Brother Dongfang have some understanding of the secret path on Mount Huan, while Brother Mo's knowledge should be limited. This secret path leads directly to the bottom of the deep valley below Mount Huan City, with a relatively large scope and strong restrictions."

  This seal can only be weakened when the primordial fog descends.

  Hundreds of years ago, the Huan Mountain City belonged to the Huan Shan Department. This secret path was also built by the Huan Shan Department. In this deep valley is the place where the old ancestor of Huan Shan sat in meditation until his death!

  Huo Shan Lao Zu's cultivation was astonishing, I suppose you all should have heard of it. Don't worry if a few of you laugh at me. In the past, An Dong Bu was a subsidiary of Huo Shan Bu, and now although I've become the master of Huo Shan, but regarding the place where Huo Shan Lao Zu sat in meditation until his death, I still haven't fully explored it.

  This is related to its internal seal, and the short duration of entry, but most importantly, the clansmen of Antuo, Yan Chi, and Pu Qiang's three departments will be affected by its internal seal, their cultivation will be limited, and each time it is opened, only one clansman from each department can enter.

  Once two people from small tribes enter, one of them must die on the spot.

  But for outsiders who are not from the three branches of blood, there is no such restriction. This is also why I, Anton, have been actively absorbing Hakkas in recent years. Many Hakkas have entered, some died, and some gained opportunities to create good fortune.

  Life and death are of no consequence, wealth and honor depend on man.

  You are the guests of my Eastern Domain, and I will offer you sacrifices. Moreover, I will present this opportunity to you as a gift. Everything that you obtain within it is your creation, and I, An Dongbu, will not interfere. However, there are only two conditions!

  One, for the items on the list that I, Antong, have listed, you must bring back at least one! If you can bring back more, there will be a heavy reward. As for their approximate location, it's written on the wooden slips, you can consider and choose." Fang Zhong said, and someone beside him took out three wooden slips and handed them to Su Ming and the other two.

  "Secondly, this place is after all the place where the old ancestor of Handan Mountain sat and transformed, and there are two prohibitions inside. The first prohibition will be weakened by the mist of Wangu Yizao, allowing you to enter, but the second prohibition is at the very center of this place, which is a grave."

  Outside this cemetery, there are three towers. The white one belongs to Antong Department. You need to go there and send all your Qi and blood power into it. Don't worry that you will be in danger after sending in the Qi and blood. After you send in the Qi and blood, they will be automatically absorbed into the tower and return to this place.

  And I, Antuo, will absolutely not do anything to harm you all. After all, this matter is long-term, once the current situation is ruined, no one will help us again in the future.

  Only these two conditions, the rest of the matter, any items and good fortune you obtain are personal luck. And I can tell three of you that in the depths of the earth, there are still many burial objects scattered outside from the original Huashan Old Ancestor's funeral, whether or not you get them depends on your own luck." Fang Shen said solemnly with a serious expression.

  "You are the third batch of entrants. As agreed with the other two parties, each time it is opened, no more than ten people from the guest family can enter. After you, there will be a few more who will step in successively after a few days."

  The danger in that abyss, apart from its own prohibition, comes more from the other two. Be careful for yourself." Fang Shen glanced at Su Ming, and with a lift of his right hand, three soft glows flew out of his sleeve immediately.

  Inside these three clusters of light, there are three strange objects floating. One is a gray withered tree branch, one is a white bone knife, on which countless vengeful spirits seem to be swirling, silently wailing. The last object is a black whip, coiled together, looking like a venomous snake at first glance.

  "For those who enter the Huan Shan secret passage, Antong Department has rewards. Although these three are imitations of barbarian artifacts, their power is not small either. You three can choose after that, and we will open it to send you away." Fang Shen said, looking at Su Ming again.

  Su Ming sat cross-legged, his face mask pitch black, and others couldn't see his expression, only seeing the coldness in his eyes. The two people beside him hesitated for a moment before the old man smiled at Su Ming and clasped his fists: "Brother Mo, please choose first."

  "That's right, Mo asked." Another guest, a young man with the surname Chen, also spoke with a smile.

  "In that case, Mo certain thanks the two of you." Su Ming's right hand lifted up and grabbed at the air towards the whip-like object that was as venomous as a snake. The whip immediately shook and flew straight towards Su Ming, coiling around his right hand and emitting a faint heat.

  The old man and the young man with the surname Chen had also chosen their tools, Antong Meng Gong opened his eyes, raised his hands, pressed them against the ground, at the same time, several others did the same, even Antong who was afraid of Su Ming, returned to his original position, took a deep breath, and pressed his hands on the ground.

  As soon as everyone's hands were pressed down, the entire mountain shook violently, and a mass of white air emerged, rushing towards this place. In an instant, it surrounded the mountaintop platform. Su Ming looked intently and saw that the large mass of white air was rapidly condensing. Very quickly, it suddenly formed a gigantic primitive image!

  It was like a giant, nearly a hundred feet tall, floating in the air. It wasn't human-shaped, but rather a gigantic white cow! On its horns were two bell locks, one black and one white, which gathered with its body. With just one movement, there was a clanging sound that echoed out.

  At the same time as the white cow appeared, all the people of the tribe in the eastern part of the mountain knelt down to the ground and worshipped the cow towards the sky, with murmurs echoing around.

  In the crowd, Canglan knelt on one knee on the ground, she looked up at the white cow, she knew that this was one of the four barbaric images of their Andong Department! Tian Niu!

  Even if she became a disciple of the Tianhan Sect and saw many barbaric statues in the Tianhan Sect, she still respected the objects of her own tribe. At this moment, in addition to her respect for the statue, there was also a complex and pitiful feeling towards Su Ming who was performing the ritual on the mountain top.

  "You forgot your memories... or rather... they were erased..." Cang Lan's body trembled, she thought of everything she had seen before, and her face turned pale again.

  It's not just the people of this mountain peak in Andong, but also all the tribes that exist on other mountains within the Andong range, and all the ethnic groups are heading towards this cowhide worship.

  The giant sky bull raised its head and let out a roar towards the sky, and immediately there was a strong flash of light at the top of the mountain where Anton's barbarian crowd was.

  The light lasted for several breaths, slowly dissipating, and within it, Su Ming and the other two people disappeared.

  After a long time, the heavenly cow transformed back into white gas and dispersed in the sky and earth, everything returned to normal.

  On the mountain peak platform, including Andonbōkō, seven people raised their hands one after another, silent for a long time. Until half a moment later, Andonbōkō, this white-haired old man, spoke in his hoarse voice.

  "I know what you're suspecting... This is called the Mo Su people, who just killed Zhou Yue, using the power of the brutal device in his body. From start to finish, I didn't feel any Ling Stone being taken out from him, and it should have nothing to do with the remnants of Yan Mountain."

  "As long as it has nothing to do with the remnants of Mount Huan, that's all. However, this person's cultivation is very strange and doesn't seem like Kai Chen, but he does have a primordial artifact...and might have a method similar to Kai Chen's entry into subtlety...Moreover, his speed..." The speaker was Zhan Shou, who found this very puzzling.

  "Cang Lan once said that this person was very likely to have opened the dust, and for some reason, he fell down." Fang Shen interrupted Zhan Shou's words and said calmly.

  Zhan Shou looked at Zhi Shen and said one word, then fell silent.

  "Han Cangzi's judgment is the same as mine, this person may indeed be so. Never mind, no matter what his background is, as long as he doesn't have any ulterior motives, it's fine to let him stay, you can all withdraw." Andong Man Gong's eyes were deep and seemed to hide some thoughts that outsiders didn't know, and he slowly spoke up.

  Everyone agreed and dispersed in all directions.

  "A person who can make Hansongzi take notice... apart from him back then, now there's a second one... I wonder if this Mo Su will be as stunningly exceptional as he was back then... and what's more, on Mo Su's body... I see a glimpse of him..." Andong Man Gong stood alone on the platform, muttering to himself, with an inscrutable smile spreading across his lips.

  At night, continue to drink. If there are fellow Taoists who also go out drinking tonight, remember that in the Northeast, there is a handsome little chubby boy with everyone, different regions, but the starry sky we look up to is one.