Life Hunter

It was quiet in the city of Divine Capital.

Outside the city of Divine Capital, the scene was in full swing.

All the major forces took out the power and treasures at the bottom of the box.

The martial cultivators and the generals were originally in disarray, but after learning that life cultivators, Tao cultivators, and literary cultivators each had their own methods, some martial cultivators were unconvinced, so some of them lobbied the major martial cultivator forces.

In terms of numbers and strength, Wu Xiu completely defeated any single force.

However, because martial arts cultivators do not know magic, they cannot jointly exert their strength like other monks.

But, it’s not that it’s not possible, it’s just that we didn’t have that condition in the past.

But now, it seems possible.

As night falls, the city gradually becomes quiet.

Many martial arts cultivators either go to bed early or meditate into meditation.

until midnight.

The literary cultivators stood up one after another and sat upright, with Bible books placed in front of them.

A gust of wind blew past, from south to north, from east to west, passing through the world in an instant.

Baihe County, Zhangjia.

The old couple of the Zhang family chatted at night, unable to sleep. As before, they lit a lamp and sorted out their son's old books.

The two old men slowly smoothed the pages, pressed a book on them, pressed them gently, smoothed the pages again, and pressed another book on them.

After a while, the pile of books on the east side was sorted to the west side.

Tired, the old couple sat aside to rest.

"That kid Feng Yuan loves reading books the most..."

"Do you still remember that when he was a child, even when he was illiterate, he was always curious about reading my books..."

"He studies very hard..."

"When he went north to guard the river, you and I disagreed a hundred times, but we couldn't stop him..."

"We all know that we should kill demons and demons, but it's our children's turn..."

"He didn't disgrace our Zhang family!"

"Hey, let's go to Fengyuan. Of course we have potential."

"Um?"

The old couple stopped and looked at the piles of books. A book in the middle slowly glowed.

A gust of breeze blew by, and the book started to turn pages. The thick stack of books on top couldn't hold it down and fell apart.

The title page of the Holy Word opened, revealing the main text.

The old couple looked at each other, their eyes slightly red.

"It's Feng Yuan who has sent the news. Feng Yuan is in heaven, and he is still thinking about us..."

The old couple stared blankly at the Holy Words, flipping through page after page. After a long time, the pages of the book were closed.

The old couple took the rag and walked out the door.

Go to the sign on the left side of the door and gently wipe the words on it.

Loyal and martyred.

Every book in the world, "Holy Words", whether it is placed on a bookshelf, on a desk, or is buried under other books.

As the breeze blew, the first page of "Holy Words" opened.

Nothing can stop it.

The "Holy Words" all over the world is turning page after page, and readers all over the world are reciting it word by word.

At first, the voice was very soft, but slowly, as I read page by page and book by book, the voice became louder and louder, spreading in all directions.

People who hear the sound of reading not only do not feel irritable, but feel particularly comfortable and fall asleep quietly.

While scholars all over the world were reciting the classics of the saints, all the Taoist sects and sects from all over the human race gathered in front of the temple and began to offer sacrifices to the gods and heaven and earth.

Pillars of light slowly rose from each Taoist sect, and slowly rose higher as time went by.

The top of each light pillar rolled gently, as if something was brewing.

Beiman Mountain.

The hundreds of miles of Beiman Mountains are rich in products.

Unlike elsewhere, the hunters here call themselves mountain guards.

Take only what you need to make a living and never take more.

If anyone kills or destroys any family wantonly, they will be isolated within a few days, and they will not even be able to buy salt.

The spiritual beasts and monsters in Beiman Mountain are also strange. They rarely hurt people and they get along well with each other.

As a hunter, Liu Sandao prided himself on being a good hunter within a radius of thirty miles. He often wandered around in the Beiman Mountains by virtue of learning some Xian Wang Kung Fu.

Today I failed.

be lost.

He walked all night and couldn't find his way home, so he had to hide in a tree, make warning traps, and sleep quietly.

While I was sleeping, I heard the faint sounds of animals in front of me, which was very different from usual.

He opened his eyes and squinted. Not far ahead, a faint light rose in the dark night.

In the light, shadowy beasts knelt down and worshiped.

Liu Sandao opened his eyes and immediately remembered the rumors about Beiman Mountain a few days ago. It was said that after many years of cultivation in Beiman Mountain, a mountain master finally appeared. From then on, the residents of Beiman Mountain no longer feared natural or man-made disasters.

The mountain master is the mountain god, completely different from the monster mandrill.

Liu Sandao quietly got down from the tree and approached slowly. He took a closer look and was secretly shocked.

The famous one-eyed bear king was sticking his big butt out, not daring to move.

That golden tiger had long since become a spirit, and was far from a match for the ordinary middle-grade ones. But now it was lying on its back like a big cat.

And the group of black monkeys who like to tease people the most are lying down on their bellies.

In front of the crouching beasts, an old man with white light stood, looking up at the sky.

Suddenly, the old man turned to look at Liu Sandao and asked, "But are you a local hunter?"

Liu Sandao saw the old man's extraordinary appearance, knelt down with a plop, banged his head three times, and said hurriedly: "Young man Liu Sandao, I have met Mr. Shan."

"Master Shan? There is still one piece left to seal him." The old man said to himself.

Liu Sandao lowered his head and glanced at Master Shan secretly, not daring to answer.

After a long time, the old man asked: "What's going on in Cangman County?"

Liu Sandao tried his best to remember and said hurriedly: "Are you asking about the Death Demon Land?"

The old man nodded.

"There was no life there, and both humans and animals were wiped out. Later, Mr. Xian Wang took action and took over the land of death. Now it has regained its vitality. I often hear people nearby say that they met relatives who came to them in dreams, saying that they had escaped from the sea of ​​suffering and had been reincarnated. Reincarnated and became a human again. Some strange things have happened in the past few months. Some children’s birthmarks and appearance look very much like those poor people who died in the Demonic Land of Death."

The old man lowered his head, pondered for a moment, and said with emotion: "A saint has been born."

Liu Sandao looked at the old man, looking at the familiar old coarse cloth clothes on his body, washed white, and suddenly a vague memory emerged, and he exclaimed: "Are you Wang Xuetuo?"

The old man smiled and did not answer.

"Congratulations to the old scholar for being promoted to the Mountain God!" Liu Sandao bowed three times again.

The old man just looked up at the sky and did not answer.

Suddenly, the sky was filled with light, like a shower of stars breaking through the sky.

A ray of light suddenly turned and fell directly in front of the old man.

The light dissipated, revealing a scroll of paper.

The old man touched it with his finger, and the paper turned into light and exploded, and light spots fell on the old man.

Liu Sandao's eyes widened and he saw that the rays of light intertwined into a set of bright red robes similar to official uniforms on the old man's body, with a black gauze hat on his head.

"Now, you can call me Master Shan." The Beiman Mountain God turned to look at Liu Sandao.

Liu Sandao felt that the old man in front of him stood tall and tall, as high as the Beiman Mountains.

"Young man Liu Sandao, I have met Mr. Shan!" Liu Sandao slowly leaned down together with the little beasts.