New White Snake Asking Immortals

The luxurious high platform was filled with the aroma of spiritual wine, and several Mahayana monks were laughing and talking. They were all discussing the mysteries of spiritual practice that were difficult for ordinary people to understand. There were still a few empty seats at the banquet, as if they were waiting for people to come to the banquet.

The red sunset on the mountain reveals the sky of stars.

The lights on the high platform were bright, and there were two more Mahayana monks at the table. When the morning sun rose in the east, these top monks in the mortal world took the opportunity to hold a small trade fair.

Two days passed like this.

Another ray of light fell on the high platform, revealing his figure. He was more than ten feet tall with thick joints, his eyebrows flew into his temples, and his beard looked dry. He was wearing a set of colorful robes with fine workmanship, but none of the monks present dared to show any sarcasm. Just joking, it's not surprising that you develop weird hobbies as you live a long time. Someone here especially likes to peek at others secretly and enjoys it. Dressing in strange clothes makes it less weird.

The tall weirdo smiled and sat down calmly.

The lazy young man asked curiously upon seeing this.

"Brother Liu, is there something happy? I saw Brother Liu smiling from ear to ear from far away."

The other monks also expressed curiosity. Who doesn't like treasures? Even if they don't get to see them, they can gain experience.

The tall weirdo grinned.

"Yes, I passed by a town when I came here and got an extraordinary rare item."

"Oh? What's so special about it?"

A certain monk was itchy and quickly cooperated.

The weird man with thick bones and green clothes raised his head and took two sips of spiritual wine. He took out a rough-made shoulder pole. It was ordinary in shape and without any decoration. There were two iron hooks on each end of the pole for hooking buckets. It was a sight to see. All the major cultivators looked at each other.

Although I can't see any merit and I don't deny it randomly, everyone is a big monk and is relatively mature in their work.

The weirdo saw that everyone's eyes were focused on the pole, so he smiled and explained after having gained enough attention.

"A wealthy family in the town was having a funeral, and the two sons did not compete for gold or silver, but for this pole. A certain general took a picture of the two men together with the pole and asked. It turns out that this object has balancing and weight-reducing effects, and the burdens on both sides will be evenly balanced. Maintaining balance and reducing its weight by eight points, it was originally owned by a lonely old woodcutter in a mountain village. After his death, it fell into the hands of a wealthy man who used the magical power of the shoulder pole to earn some gold and silver. "

The monks such as Lazy Young Master and Ku Lao who were in charge became more interested after hearing this.

The weirdo in colorful clothes continued with a smile.

"Foolish mortals don't know the secret. They pollute the treasure by doing menial tasks like carrying firewood and water. You will know after I demonstrate it to you."

He stretched out his hand to take a pot of freshly opened spirit wine, and then took out only one third of the wine pot left.

Lift the pole with one hand and hang the two wine bottles on it.

Under the gaze of many people, the wine in the freshly unsealed jug was visibly reduced, while the amount of wine in only one-third of the remaining jug increased.

It may seem surprising at first, but after all, everyone here can cast spells to adjust the spirit wine in the two wine bottles.

As they watched, the cultivators gradually frowned and pondered. They did not feel any magic aura when the two pots of wine changed. There was not even any magic circle on the shoulder pole. The changes were inexplicable. The spiritual wine must be recognized by the top monks in the world. An unusual drink. The spiritual energy contained in both drinks is exactly the same. It seems like some kind of magical power that has never been seen before. People can't help but want to delve into it.

The lazy young man put his chin on one hand and looked at the pole thoughtfully, while the strange man in colorful clothes continued to demonstrate the magic power of the pole.

Remove the wine pot and replace it with two barrels of mountain spring used to make tea, and the same phenomenon of equilibrium appears.

Several people wanted to see some other tests, but unexpectedly, the strange man in colorful clothes put away the pole directly, which whetted the appetite of the cultivators.

Although the ordinary material has earth-shattering power, they are more concerned about the wonderful magical powers they have never seen before on the shoulder pole. Now it is extremely difficult for them to improve their cultivation level. If they can figure out the balance on the shoulder pole and the secret method of weight loss, it will be very important to improve their cultivation level. Very helpful.

Take two sips of spiritual wine.

"It is said that the old woodcutter accidentally entered the Fairy Mountain a few years ago when he was cutting firewood. He saw a little girl and a striped tiger in the pavilion, so he exchanged his old ax for this pole."

"Fairy Mountain..."

More and more things prove the existence of grocery stores.

The bitter old man stroked his beard and said.

"No matter what, we must capture this mountain."

I originally planned to prepare for a few more days before casting spells to attack the mountain. After seeing the wonders of the pole, my interest became a little unbearable. It was just a mountain peak that was besieged and unable to fight back. The clans of low-level monk families were larger than this mountain peak. It was better to attack the mountain with magic. Planning ahead?

The lazy young master and Ku Lao looked at each other and instantly understood what the other was thinking.

Naturally, they would not believe in the so-called fairy mountain cave, which is just the fantasy of ordinary people. I wonder which monk got the secret skill by luck. Since it is known to them, it is their fate. Seeing and obtaining it is fate.

Drinking wine again is like drinking water, and eating delicious spiritual fruits and blood is like chewing wax.

The sect leader, who was busy setting up a large formation to weaken the mountain's aura, was summoned and ordered to advance the plan.

The sect leader didn't know the reason for the advance and didn't dare to ask any more questions. The elder's instructions must be carried out immediately. He hurriedly sent the magic weapon to leave the high platform. Many god-transforming monks who were the overlords in the practice world worked non-stop to speed up the progress. The middle-level Nascent Soul and Golden Core monks He couldn't rest even for a moment, so he took the time to set up the array at key locations in the earth's veins. He had no time to pay attention to the mortal warriors who appeared and escaped inexplicably.

In the mountains and forests.

On a piece of bluestone about the size of a house, Ge Qianhu lowered his head and concentrated on wrapping strips of cloth on the handle of the knife.

Wrap the cloth around it, take out the animal meat you just obtained, cut it into small pieces and eat it raw.

While eating meat, he took out a stack of paper from his arms that was full of words. On the paper were written the tragedies in various places and the physical characteristics of the perpetrators. He turned out two sheets and wrote the word "Closed" with the charcoal pen he brought with him. Then he put away the paper and pen. Continue to eat meat, bite and chew hard.

Indifferent, lonely, no one knows his persistence...

Ge Qianhu didn't realize that his luck and destiny were changing at an accelerating rate, becoming thicker and brighter. Perhaps, he didn't care about his luck and destiny at all.

After eating the animal meat, carefully clean the remaining blood stains on your hands with mountain spring water and wash your face.

He raised his arms and wiped his face with his sleeves, carefully arranged his clothes, and took care of his hair meticulously. He tried his best to look impeccable. He seemed to have some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Change the position and continue to rest, boringly wiping the straight knife Chu Er over and over again with a rag. The more I look at it, the more I like it. It is sharp, tough, and can break all kinds of magic. As for the ability to break magic, it all depends on the strength of the user. The stronger the strength, the more powerful it is. The stronger his magic power, Ge Qianhu can break through the spells of many monks and demons with the help of the second grade of junior high school. He can break the formation and get rid of the illusion. Only the poor soul-killing magical power with low probability appears rarely. Whether he can use it depends on luck.

Ge Qianhu gradually discovered the law of soul-killing magic. The more evil the villains who died under the knife did more evil, the easier it would be to trigger it.

For example, bandits who usually kill several people have a very low trigger probability.

If the bandits frequently massacred women in the village and even tortured and killed children, and were beheaded by the second grade of junior high school, they would most likely lose their souls.

Looking at the knife, he remembered the exquisite pavilion grocery store. He has searched for that pavilion in the fog countless times over the years. In addition to thanking him in person, he also wanted to buy a few more things. It was not that Ge Qianhu was greedy, but that he found that he really The number of murder cases that are too weak to bring the murderer to justice is piling up. If one day he dies, there will be no one to seek justice for the victims.

justice…

Ge Qianhu looked up at the sky, knowing that he was out of his mind.

In the eyes of the strong, justice is just a cheap joke, a tool to fool the common people. Mortals, birds, animals, flowers, plants and trees are all the resources of the strong, and they are no longer the same kind.

But I am just a low-level warrior, an ant, and I desperately need justice.

Mortal ants need justice.

If the superior and powerful people don't give it to you, then go grab it and kill it to give yourself and your family a chance to survive, and at least let the vampires who look down on the world have some scruples.

Under the decaying old tree with only its broken trunk left, Ge Qianhu, who was looking up at the sky, suddenly noticed something strange in the sky.

Stand up.

Frowning, he looked at the mysterious mountain peaks obscured by white mist.

He knew that there were monks on that mountain peak. Normally, he could not see clearly due to the clouds and fog. Occasionally, he could see the pavilions, pavilions and flowers and trees blooming on the mountain. So far, the monks on the mountain had not been found to have done any evil. They were temporarily classified as being from a well-known and upright sect.

The behemoth Lishan Sect swept across the surrounding sects to plunder cultivation materials. It would definitely not let go of a mountain with unknown origins and a high probability of wealth. However, I did not expect that this remote mountain would be so difficult to deal with. Unfortunately, it was estimated that it would be a matter of time before the mountain gate was breached.

While looking out, I suddenly saw countless monks rising into the sky.

His eyes stung as he stared at several of the figures. They must be the Mahayana monks of the Lishan Sect. After being besieged for many days, are they finally going to take action on the mysterious mountain?

Ge Qianhu hid in the treetops and watched from a distance, wanting to see Li Shanzong's methods.

I wouldn't mind picking up and killing a few murderers if I had the chance.

Sudden.

The animals in the forest were in panic, and flying insects and birds flew into the sky.

There is an earthy yellow luster in many places within a radius of more than ten miles of the mountain forest.

Ge Qianhu didn't know the reason for the vision, and could only guess that it was related to the great monks of Lishan Sect.

Just when Ge Qianhu was about to retreat to avoid the disaster, a figure standing in the distance that was difficult to look at suddenly dimmed, looking for Shuyuan www. zhaoshuyuan.com lost the strong momentum before, and even staggered and fell twice in a row before regaining his balance. The other monks of the Lishan Sect in Yukong panicked a little and immediately arranged a large formation to protect him in the middle...

Outside the main hall of Dragon Palace.

Chengsu and Tuyue, who were dressed in green robes, were stunned and looked up at the statue of a dragon with a high and ferocious head perched on a rock in the hall.

Just now, several Mahayana monks outside the mountain used some kind of magic weapon to subvert the earth's veins and threatened to turn the earth dragon over.

Unexpectedly, the dragon statue enshrined in the temple came to life!

He raised one front paw and stamped it slightly.

Then, the old monk who manipulated the orb opposite vomited blood and screamed, and the strange situation in the forest disappeared silently.

The little demon on duty in the temple did not expect the statue to move. He was so frightened that he knelt on the futon and shivered. The dragon statue returned to its usual silence, as if it was really just a statue.

Wisps of misty smoke rose from the three pillars of fragrance on the altar table. Compared with before, one of the dragon claws was slightly offset.