Late at night.

Stars are everywhere in the sky.

The entire Shaoshi Mountain is covered with a layer of black color.

Thirty-six Peaks of Catholic Mountains are in the hazy night, with shadows filled with mysterious aura.

Zhang Yuan waited in the town for an afternoon, but did not see any other powerful people from the Dragon Gate.

He looked up at Shaoshishan and frowned.

It's really strange.

All afternoon, he felt restless.

It was as if some mysterious aura had affected his emotions.

This is definitely the first time he has felt this way since he entered this world.

He could clearly feel the disorder of his heartbeat, and even his hair would rise from time to time.

"How could this happen? Am I too nervous? Is my nerves too tense during this period?"

Zhang Yuan frowned.

I looked at the hairs that stood up again on my arms.

It appears again.

These hairs seemed to not belong to me, and suddenly all stood up.

At the same time, the heartbeat is also accelerating.

His true qi spiraled in his body for several times, and the hairs suddenly recovered again, and even the frequency of his heart beat back to normal again.

Zhang Yuan was deeply confused.

"Is this the so-called intuition? This means there is danger?"

He knew that all the master-level figures could achieve the unity of man and nature, and the sense of man and nature, and be able to keenly detect some potential crises.

This ability to perceive crises will show differently according to the strength of different people.

The strong men on the Earth List will undoubtedly have a more accurate and keen insight into crisis than ordinary masters.

He has never experienced the unity of man and nature, nor does he know what the induction of man and nature is.

But this strange manifestation of the body at this moment is definitely a spontaneous stress to an invisible crisis.

"Is the demon king who is attacking the seal really so terrifying? But I am at the foot of the mountain. No matter how terrifying it is, it will not affect me so far, right?"

Zhang Yuan wondered.

For the past afternoon, this mysterious stress response has been constantly appearing on me.

At first he thought everyone had sensed it.

However, he carefully observed other gangsters in the town, and no one had such a reaction.

So, this is a bit weird.

Is it a sense of crisis coming from the mountains?

Or is it the demon Buddha mark on him that is causing trouble?

Zhang Yuan looked at the dark Shaoshishan and hesitated for a long time in his heart before finally making a decision.

I have come here, so I have to sneak in and take a look no matter what I say.

This strange feeling is by no means groundless.

Even if he is caught, if you explain carefully, the people inside should listen, after all, they are all famous and upright sects.

Of course, he would try his best to pray not to be caught.

After all, this kind of thing involves Shaolin's face issue.

Zhang Yuan took out the mask he had just bought from his arms, put it on his face, flashed in the darkness, and rushed towards the distance.

Didn't go in through the main entrance.

He walked around a long distance and walked towards Shaolin from the area behind the mountain.

Shaolin is worthy of being the world's martial arts sect. When Zhang Yuan walked around the back mountain, he felt several powerful auras. There was no doubt that they were all masters, each breathing deeply, opened his eyes, and guarded all the dangerous places in the back mountain. His eyes looked like lightning, and he could not hide any movement from them.

If Zhang Yuan hadn't had his cultivation level deep enough, he would have definitely been discovered.

He finally knew how difficult it was to get into Shaolin.

A general master, don't even think about it.

Zhang Yuan hid his breath and avoided several powerful monks before finally slipping to the area in the back mountain. The strange stones were rugged, the strange peaks stood, and the pine and cypress were planted everywhere.

When he first arrived, he was even lost. It was dark everywhere, with mountain roads everywhere, and he couldn't tell which one was.

This is not like Tai Yue, he can go around at will and don’t have to worry about anything.

This is Shaolin. Once it is random, it may be discovered at any time.

“Guagua```”

While Zhang Yuan was exploring here carefully, a harsh scream sounded above his head, almost jumping up and looking up immediately.

On the treetops, a black crow stood there alone, with a pair of dark eyes as dark as vortex shooting around and quietly landing on Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan's eyelids twitched wildly.

"Dead Bird, why are you here?"

He whispered.

This dead bird actually mixed into Shaolin.

"Guagua, boy, what are you doing sneakily?"

The black crow asked.

"Don't worry about me, what are you doing? Where is that stupid cow?"

Zhang Yuan drank in a low voice.

"Guagua, don't ask me what I'm going to do. Just turn it slowly. By the way, there seem to be a few sneaky figures in front of you."

The black crow said, shaking his wings and flapping away from here.

"Dead Birds"

Zhang Yuan shouted in a low voice.

But the black crow was very fast and disappeared directly into the darkness.

Zhang Yuan didn't dare to chase him, worried that he would cause some noise and was discovered by the master of Shaolin.

At this moment, he was secretly surprised.

Anyone in front?

Who is it?

Zhang Yuan hid his breath, merged into the darkness, and quietly approached ahead. His spiritual sense expanded to the extreme, and he finally noticed a little movement.

It sounds like someone is whispering, vague and unclear, as if it is isolated by a mysterious force.

He frowned slightly and quietly passed by the treetops.

Soon, in the remote shadow ahead, two figures met, sneaking, murmuring his words that could not be heard clearly.

Zhang Yuan frowned slightly.

The sound sounded very strange. Even though they could hear their voices, they felt that every word seemed to come from a dream, hazy and slightest.

He tried his best to capture every word, but the more he captured, the more blurred it became.

Zhang Yuan was secretly shocked.

Could this be some profound whisper?

He approached forward carefully.

At this time, we could already see the two figures clearly. They were all wearing night clothes, unable to see their faces clearly, and only two eyes were exposed outside, which was mysterious and mysterious.

But what surprised him was that one of them was actually a monk.

Because his head was not covered with black cloth, he only covered his cheeks, and he could see several vague ring scars on his head at a glance.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan gathered all his skills together and finally heard some words in a vague way.

"Shaolin ````Seal of Fairyland`````````Key Holy Relic`````"

All the words came from the monk's mouth.

It sounds like neither a man nor a woman, neither an old nor a young man, and it cannot judge age or gender.

Zhang Yuan can be sure now that the other party is definitely using an extremely rare whisper.

Otherwise, this effect would not have been possible.

And with his skills, he could only barely hear some keywords?

Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed and he continued to listen with all his might.

His heart was full of curiosity.

Who are these two people?

What do monks refer to as fairy world, seals, and holy objects?

Could it be that this seal will involve the fairy world?
Chapter completed!