The Martial Son-in-law

However, because the mountain was really too big, those steep cliffs became a slope that one could step on after walking closer.    

As it was not winter yet, plus the altitude was not particularly high, there was not much snow at the foot of the mountain.    

Zhang Chu got off the horse and carried Qin Sitong off the horse's back. Then, he patted the horse's butt and the black horse ran away without looking back. He guessed that it was' home '.    

Shen Lang was not bad. It was the bad in the traditional impression, so when Shen Lang saw Zhang Chu let the horse go, he also waved his hand and chased the handsome white horse away.    

Almost as soon as he stepped onto the mountain, Zhang Chu felt that the surroundings had become unusual.    

An unprecedented flood of true qi gathered from all directions. It was as if he had suddenly fallen into the sea from the desert, and was suddenly nourished by the water until he was dumbstruck.    

"The zhenqi contained in the Sky Mountain is actually so thick." Zhang Chu was shocked.    

Shen Lang shrugged his shoulders in disdain. "How can we compare? No one has set foot in this place for many years, so naturally, it is richer than the true qi of the mortal world. However, compared to the real Realm of Secret, it is nothing."    

No wonder the gap between the Secluded Sect and the Secular Sect was so huge.    

Just the true qi that was not on the same level was enough to make the Secluded Sect shake the Secular Sect off by a few streets.    

What surprised Zhang Chu was not only the thick true qi of One-Line Mountain, but also the true qi of One-Line Mountain. There are bodies everywhere.    

After walking for a few dozen meters, a frozen corpse appeared in front of him.    

This frozen corpse had been around for too long. Its eyes had turned into dry osmanthus, black and wrinkled. His skin was the color of coffee, and it was severely atrophied, turning into skin and bones on the surface, to the point that the surface was rather smooth. As for the clothes on his body, they were relatively complete. He was wearing a dark blue ancient robe.    

No one knew how long this corpse had been lying there.    

However, there was one thing that was certain. No matter how much of a bastard a person was, once they reached Sky Mountain, they would not easily touch the corpse of their ancestor, much less disturb the peace and quiet of the sleeping person. It was precisely because of this that the corpse that was not far from the entrance of the mountain was so complete.    

Shen Lang, who was standing at the side, bowed to the deceased and said in a deep voice, "It seems like this brother isn't a cultivator."    

Under Zhang Chu's puzzled gaze, Shen Lang pointed at the rattan wood fragments beside the deceased.    

After years of erosion and erosion, these rattan trees had become rather blurry. If one did not look carefully, one would not be able to distinguish them.    

"These rattan trees are in a medicinal cage. A portion of them even have a small medicinal hoe by their side. It seems that this person must have come here to pick medicinal herbs. As a result, he was trapped here. Back then, there were no helicopters. Being trapped in such a place was already considered a death sentence. "    

At this point, Shen Lang's eyes were filled with respect. "Even if he is just an ordinary person, as long as he is buried in One-Line Mountain, he is worthy of respect. After all, the dead are the most important."    

There was nothing wrong with that.    

Zhang Chu and Qin Sitong also bowed to the deceased.    

About fifty meters away from the herb gatherer was a very smooth black rock wall.    

After passing through the rock wall, a medium-sized valley appeared in front of them.    

There was some snow at the entrance of the valley.    

Qin Sitong, who was wearing a jacket, had a pale face and purple lips.    

It seemed that the jacket had lost its effectiveness. This altitude was too destructive for ordinary people.    

Whether it was the reaction of the plateau, lack of oxygen, or pure cold, it could easily take the lives of ordinary people.    

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

"What do you want to do?" Qin Sitong somewhat refused. She was worried that Zhang Chu, who was only wearing a thin coat, would be frozen because of it.    

Zhang Chu shook his head. "I am a practitioner. This cold is nothing to me."    

After saying that, Zhang Chu directly carried Qin Sitong on his back and instructed, "From now on, you need to speak less. Adjust your breathing and maintain your strength. You are not a cultivator, so I cannot use my true qi to save you. If there is a serious altitude reaction, it will be very dangerous. "    

Shen Lang walked in front. Zhang Chu carried Qin Sitong on his back and followed behind.    

The moment they entered the valley, it was as if they had fallen from the mortal world to hell.    

It wasn't an exaggeration to describe it as a 'corpse mountain, a blood sea'.    

On the land that was less than fifty square meters, more than a dozen people were lying in a disorderly manner. The ground was almost completely dyed red with blood. On both sides of the valley, there were steep cliffs. On top of the cliff, due to the high altitude, There was a thick layer of snow. This blood-colored valley was located in the middle of a snow white cliff. It was as if a bewitching red flower had bloomed from a snow white mountain, and it was extremely eye-catching.    

These deceased people had just died not long ago. Besides the wounds on their bodies, their bodies and clothes were quite intact. Moreover, all of them were cultivators.    

It was obvious that a great battle had already taken place here in order to fight for the Three Devils And Nine Sects.    

Zhang Chu couldn't help but feel nervous. He was afraid that something would happen to Zhao Tang, so he quickened his pace.    

Zhang Chu almost stepped between the corpses. When he passed by a huge rock that was more than ten meters tall, the scene in front of him changed once again.    

More than fifty people were lying on the ground, moaning in pain.    

These people were all disciples who had just been eliminated after a great battle.    

Their injuries were all very serious. Some of their arms were directly chopped off, while others had gastrointestinal gastrointestinal tears. Those whose bodies were in good condition, but they spat out blood, suffered a very important internal injury. It could be that their internal organs were ruptured, or their meridians were completely broken.    

"Er... It hurts so much, it hurts so much..."    

"I want to go home..."    

As a cultivator, I actually cry like a woman, it's so embarrassing! It's an honor to be buried on Sky Mountain after death!"    

"Hahaha, so warm, my body is so warm..."    

"I... Why can't I see anything?"    

Wails, painful cries, desperate roars intertwined with remorse and regret, as if playing a song of the end of the world.    

The intense battle exhausted their True Qi.    

The cruel confrontation tore their bodies apart.    

Anyone who fell on this incomparably cold Heavenly Mountain knew in their hearts that it was over. It was impossible for them to return alive.    

Countless years later, they would receive the same respect as the herbalists outside the valley. However, no one knew what they had experienced, and no one would understand. What kind of despair and pain they had experienced before their lives had vanished. People would only have one question. What made them gather here and fight so fiercely?    

Zhang Chu could not rely on their sacrifice. Was it worth it?    

However, he understood that the endless killing would not stop because of them. The cultivation world would be as cruel and heartless as before. Survival of the fittest, natural selection!