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Liangzhou is located in the border area of ​​Daqing. There are many mountains and rivers in the territory, but there are no famous mountains and rivers.

After all, Liangzhou is 3,000 miles north, which is the Mingchuan Mountain Range that stretches for tens of thousands of miles. Although there are many beasts and many monsters, the place where the spirits gather is far from Liangzhou.

The monks with a little means mostly went to the Mingchuan Mountains to open up the cave.

It's just that Liangzhou is a big state in the end, and there are also monks who opened Dongfu here.

The Admiralty Tower is one of them.

The Golden Bell Tower is located in Jinzhong Mountain, which is three hundred miles outside Ding'an County. As a local martial art of Liangzhou, it has been here for many years.

It was just that there were formations outside its martial arts camp, and there were hunters who came in by accident. Most of the mountain people came out in a few circles. Therefore, although there has been a fairy tale in Jinzhong Mountain, no one has really found it.

"Cough!"

Among the mountains, a cough came from a wooden building.

The long-standing Taoist woke up from retreat and walked out of retreat.

He coughed every time he took a step, and at the same time a mass of dark qi was coughed out by him. When he walked out of the wooden building, he coughed for more than a hundred times, and his voice became hoarse.

"Master, are you okay?"

Outside the wooden building, Mingxin Xiaotong, who sat cross-legged on the lawn and read the Taoist books, raised his head.

It was relieved to look at the face of Changlin Daoist who was pale but not shadowed.

During the visit of Yinsi Tavern, Changren Daoist almost died in the nether world, and fled all the way out of embarrassment, and after exhausting the secret medicine of the Golden Bell Tower, he barely left a life.

It took several months of cultivation to recover.

"It's okay? It's big!"

Chang Lin Taoist face sighed sadly:

"The ghost is really not easy to break into, and all the magical tools left by the patriarch are built in it ..."

He was almost on the verge of this. Although this trip to the Nether had a chance to escape, he did not live a few years.

Moreover, most of the artifacts left by the ancestors of the past were placed in it.

It can be said to be blood loss.

And there was a doubt in his mind.

That is the mouth of the old ghost who was clearly about to be buried. Why did the old ghost suddenly retreat?

No, not to retreat, but to run away frantically.

Seems to have seen the most terrifying scene in the world.

"It's okay if you're okay, it's just a ghost, let's not go in the future."

Ming Tong Dao Tong issued the next book, comforting him.

He was also worried.

That night, when he saw the long-distance Taoist who had fled, he was terrified. This old Tao was almost eroded by the evil spirit into a ghost.

"If you want to go, there is no way."

Changling Taoist walked a few steps before, and also squatted on the lawn, looking ashamed.

Netherworld didn't want to go. He paid a lot of money to ask the real man to make a gossip. After waiting for many years, he waited for Yinsi Tavern, a gateway to Netherworld.

He didn't succeed this time, he couldn't go even if he wanted to.

Tong Dao Tong Tong stopped talking.

With his age at this time, he could not understand the fear of death for the long-standing Taoists, and the great horror between life and death, he could not understand it at this time.

"Forget it, people are dead, and practice is in the sky. The result is not to be forced."

The Changling Taoist no longer thinks about other things. He glances at the Taoist Daotong and says:

"After this time, my life will be limited to nine years. In nine years, I will tell you all the spells of the Golden Bell Tower. You need to study carefully."

"Master ..."

Mingxin Dao's childish heart trembles, this is to arrange for the future.

"I do n’t have many disciples in the Golden Bell Tower. Before you, there were three disciples for the teacher, but two died a long time ago.

Changling Taoist said slowly.

The Admiralty Tower, or the monastery gate of the world, rarely has a large mountain gate.

One is that for any practitioner, his practice is much more important than guiding his disciples, and the other is not allowed.

The resources for spiritual practice are limited and there are too many disciples.

He had only four apprentices in his life, and just a few died. Of course, this was talking about heirs, refining medicine, medicine-picking boys, and some magicians.

The maintenance of the Admiralty Tower, the collection of medicines, and the daily needs, thousands of people circled around their mentor and apprentice.

"Brother San? Haven't you heard that?"

The open-minded child was a little surprised.

"It is useless to say that it is useless. This beast was deceived by Rulai Yuan and stole the nine stoves left by the ancestors of this gate. Both of your brothers were killed by him!"

The long-lived Taoist face gloomy for a moment:

"You must remember that this kind of **** is called virtue after coming to the hospital. When you see him later, you must be careful. Be careful!"

"Virtue?"

Tong Xindao said the name silently.

"You don't have to think about revenge anymore, the beast is said to have achieved his life, you will not be his opponent."

The long-term Taoist wave of waving his mind:

"This time I'm sorry for you because I lost all the magic tools that I should have passed on to you. After I die, you should seal the mountain!"

Relying on the nearby mountain formation method, even a real person who enters the Dao may not be able to attack in. You have carefully diligently cultivated, and there is no shortage of resources for practicing in the mountains.

"Master, Master!"

The open-minded Daotong jumped at once, and his voice was a little sharp: "broken, broken!"

"What a surprise? What broke?"

Changlin Taoist frowned and turned to look.

This opening suddenly jumped three feet high, and the hair was all open:

"Me, my big formation !!!"

I saw that the clouds and mist surrounding the Golden Bell Tower suddenly began to dissipate, and outside, there should have been dozens of mountains with different heights, shaking at the moment!

boom!

Bang!

The mountain was shaking, the ground was cracking, and the dust spread along with the waves.

"me......."

The Changling Taoist body shook, and breathed out a sigh of breath: "Bold demon, dare to move my mountains and rivers and break me!"

However, all the mountain protection arrays are rooted in the veins of the earth, which coincides with Zhou Tianxing and the Qi of heaven and earth.

The large array of mountain guards in his Golden Bell Tower is naturally no exception. Waiting for the idlers to break the array must be hard, and it must not be broken by real people, but he has never seen directly move the mountain.

Explosive!

Changlin Daoren suddenly stepped into the air and thundered mana to issue a thunder roar!

"Can't stop!"

A roar, emptying the waves, actually suppressed the sound of shaking outside mountains and rivers.

"Who?"

Amidst the roaring mountains, a middle-aged man wearing a city God costume looked up.

Upon seeing the Taoist people for a long time, his face changed slightly, and he said:

"It turns out to be a long-term leader, the little **** is polite here!"

As one of the few real people who entered the Taoism in Liangzhou, of course, he will not fail to recognize it. Naturally, he is also prepared.

"City God?"

Feeling the scent of incense on the coming person, the anger in the Changling Taoist heart was slightly extinguished, but the voice was still very cold: "Why did this city **** move mountains and rivers to break me?"

"A real person is a little restless."

The city **** bowed and said: "I waited for the order of Sun Chenghuang to move the mountain, but not to offend the real person, but to shake the mountains at the moment, not to break the real people's formation, but to remove some of the peaks ... .... "

In the room where the city **** speaks, there are also city gods appearing on many other peaks.

I am afraid that there are dozens of city gods.

Changlin Taoist just swept away, and his heart was shocked. This is what happened, so many city gods came.

"To move the mountain of poverty, should we say hello first?"

The voice of Changling Taoist people slowed down a little bit, but he couldn't resist:

"It would be too much to move the mountain in front of me without saying a word!"

He has been enlightened for many years, and his mana is combined with the evil spirits, and he is satisfied with Tiangang. Waiting for the idle city gods is not his opponent at all. Although there are dozens of these city gods, he really wants to make trouble.

After all, as soon as these city gods came out of their respective cities, their strength declined by more than half.

However, the power of Yinsi City God is too great, and because of his short life span, he does not want to offend too much.

The city was stunned for a while before arching his hand: "I waited for the post to be sent. Didn't the real person see it?"

"Master, Master!"

On the mountain, Mingxin Xiaodao waved his hands to rely on Baitie.

"Ok?"

Changlin Taoist glanced at the pilgrimage, and his face eased down: "But he didn't see it. It's just that you want to move the mountain, but you can't break my big formation."

"Real people don't have to worry."

A city **** smiled: "Although I have the blessings of the people and the nether world, there is no possibility of removing so many peaks. I am waiting to shake the ground, just to take three of them, and they will never be destroyed Real people protecting the mountain! "

It is more difficult to move the mountain than to destroy it. Even if it is the Zhucheng God, it is difficult to remove all the peaks.

"So, everyone listens to you."

Long-term Taoist people no longer stop.

After all, his life span is approaching. If he offends these city gods, his disciple is afraid that it will be difficult to withstand this cause and effect.

It's just that curiosity also rises in my heart. Moving mountains is quite difficult. Even the city gods have to pay a considerable price. Who will move mountains to play when they are idle

What do they want to do?

"So, thank you for the real harmony!"

Many city gods arched their hands together, and then issued a long scream at the same time:

"The mountains are moving, the ground is rolling, and I am the order of the three mountains and nine Yue gods ..."

"Move the mountain!"

The smell of incense between heaven and earth became stronger, and it seemed to have come to the temple where the incense was strong.

boom!

boom!

Among the earth's moving mountains, three of them suddenly rose from the ground and were shrouded in the power of incense by dozens of city gods.

The void is slightly rippled, and the incense world rooted in the ghost flashes, swallowing three peaks into it.

"So, say goodbye to real people!"

Many city gods let out a sigh of relief, and some city gods sweated a lot ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but they looked relaxed.

Say goodbye to Changling Tao and leave.

The Zhucheng Gods departed one by one, and the curiosity in the hearts of the Taoist people grew stronger. Immediately, he told his disciples to stay close to the mountain gate and not to go out.

After a slight induction, he broke away.

Walking in the air, the hearts of Changling Taoist people became more and more shocked. In his feelings, the air of incense was everywhere in the world, and he could more notice the fluctuations of many mountains and rivers.

There are more than three mountains in these cities.

"What is this for?"

Shocked in the hearts of the Taoist people, chasing thousands of miles along the undulating land.

Until the night came to the earth, he stopped in midair, looking far away, his body suddenly shocked:

"It's him?!"