After Becoming a Mountain God [Transmigration Book]

Ten skinny fingers pointing in the same direction.

Ji Shi looked up, and the wind blew the fallen leaves from the old man's body, spinning them and flying into the distance.

In the sky in that direction, Hei Jialuo's head was covered with gloomy waves, and a gate of white bones appeared in the void behind him, and countless black and gray hands stretched out from the door, grabbing Hei Jialuo's shoulders, arms, and his waist belly, thighs, grab his knees, ankles, grab his hair, ears.

It was the hand of the hungry ghosts who had not been reincarnated for these years. These hungry ghosts could not enter Wuyou Township, nor could they descend the Wangchuan River.

They will try to tear up and swallow everything they see, whether it is facing a mortal or a Daoist.

Hei Jialuo was ready to go, but was interrupted, annoyed.

"Lord of the Nether... Do you really want to intervene?"

The man in black clothes and high crown in the door chuckled lightly.

"It's as if the god didn't intervene before, Heavenly Demon."

His laughter became weaker, but the hands of those evil spirits became even stronger. Even if they were burned by the devil fire, they would not let go. Some hands were reduced to ashes in the fire, but more hands climbed onto Hei Jialuo.

"Really think this method will work?"

Hei Jialuo drank, and his cloak turned into balls of black fire again, surrounding him up, down, left, and right, burning ghost hands one after another.

Ji Yi didn't speak.

The Lord of the Nether did not dare to leave the underworld, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

With this conclusion in mind, Hei Jialuo regained his momentum and aimed his sword at Fake Tianyang.

Hei Jialuo knows this place well, the only one who can really threaten him is Fake Tianyang, no matter how he belittles Fake Tianyang, Fake Tianyang's cultivation base is also a half-step god, his strength is at the peak of Canglan, and he is lurking in the Canglan is not rejected by the laws of heaven and earth, and his cultivation level is tightly maintained at the level of Yuanshen Tongming. Not to mention fake Tianyang, there are several Yuanshen real people in Canglan whose cultivation level is better than him.

But what if the realm of cultivation is superior?It's not like the gap between Jindan and Yuanshen, so a little distance, as long as he is careful, it is enough to deal with it!

The Black Dragon Sword Intent that took the lead before has been wiped out by the fake Tianyang water dragon. Hei Jialuo's expression remained the same, his finger was smeared on the edge of the sword, and a little black flame quietly burned on his fingertips. After touching the magic sword, the whole explosion exploded. Come.

"Tianyang, you—"

The tens of thousands of feet high waves turned into a barrier, fake Tianyang's divine power turned inward, his whole body glowed with a dark blue halo, a lake blue divine pattern appeared between his eyebrows, and a picture scroll of thousands of feet spread out above his head, the ups and downs of the living and the dead in the divine domain The material of incense is submerged in sea water.

The divine power of the incense fire has been activated to the extreme, and Jia Tianyang is waiting for Hei Jialuo's sword.

however……

"--what!"

Heigara, whose wrist was entangled with a piece of zoysia and could not move, yelled angrily.

Laughter came from the Nether Gate again, and the forehead of the demon twitched. When his consciousness swept over him, he suddenly found that the shadow on his body was gradually expanding.

Hei Jialuo's eyelids twitched, and his consciousness immediately turned upwards, and what was reflected in his mind through his consciousness were thousands of tiny zoysia grasses.

There is no need to think about where it came from. Hei Jialuo turned the blade bitterly, and the magic dyed sword intent drew a long path in the void. The severed zoysia was dyed black from the cut, and spread all the way down.

After Hei Jialuo finished chopping, he reflected on himself.

He only regards fake Tianyang as an enemy, but the bite of these little bugs is more painful than he imagined. If he is disturbed by these people again later, it may not be such an angry move, but his own. dead.

Hei Jialuo took out the innate concentrating mirror again, and the uneven mirror surface, which could not reflect anything, was about to aim at Ji Shi in the gate of the nether world, when he saw the two bone skeletons who kept pushing the door open moved extremely quickly After closing the door, with a snap, the Nether Gate disappeared into the void.

Hei Jialuo: "...Oh."

Isn't this falling speed a bit too fast?

The Heavenly Demon couldn't help but be amazed at this shamelessness, but Hei Jialuo didn't stop his hand, the blade turned around, and looked at Old Man Cao and Mr. Chunshan in the distance.

Chun Shanjun met his gaze, then turned his face away indifferently.

The corner of Hei Jialuo's mouth twitched, and his eyes moved to Old Man Cao.

Yaoweng and others outside the secret area can all discover the vision of Old Man Grass before, and it is impossible for Hei Jialuo, who is closer, not to notice it. Leave it alone.

Because according to the old man Cao's situation at that time, he only had the strength of that blow.

As a result, there is still strength to hinder him now?

Hei Jialuo was a little annoyed, and it was too late to make up his mind at this moment. The innate concentrating mirror released countless heart demons, which fluttered towards the old man Cao, and he looked at Tianyang from the corner of his own eyes, not daring to relax his vigilance.

Ji Shi stood beside the old man Cao, originally intending to ignore everything, but seeing these demons, he hesitated for a moment before asking: "Do you want to help?"

Grass old man looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Hahahahaha, the old man is talking like a teenager!"

The zoysia grass that had been dyed black had withered one after another, and the old man Cao was covered in withered grass, crazy, and his fingers tried to reach up, as if he wanted to touch something.

Ji Shi, who felt that he was probably rejected, didn't speak, and he shut up after a while before realizing the abnormality.

Ji Yi looked back.

The big tree on which Old Man Grass is located has lost all its leaves.

But this tree is still growing, new branches grow out one after another, thousands of branches spread in this secret realm that is about to collapse, and soon cover the sky and cover the earth, filling every space be full.

Even slower than Ji Shi to detect the abnormality, Fake Tianyang was stunned: "Wait... Xiaocao!"

He didn't even remember dealing with Hei Jialuo. He wanted water to escape to the old man Cao, but he didn't want Wang Yang and the earth to become the nourishment of this towering giant tree at this moment. There was not even a drop of water left around the old man Cao.

This world has become a space for trees.

Even if it is already a dying tree.

Ji Shi watched the old man Cao merge into the soaring tree trunk. The only thing he could do was to mobilize the aura of the earth. As an earth god, it was impossible to squeeze a piece of land like this, but he couldn't care so much at this moment.

The branches and trunks were like diamonds, intertwined like a prison, and Hei Jialuo slashed his sword three times before cutting off one, and the magic dyeing technique couldn't do anything to this dead thing, so he panicked.

The secret realm filled with big trees finally collapsed.

Fake Tianyang took a trembling deep breath to calm himself down.

The secret realm collapsed and shattered, fragments collided and rubbed against the sky, hundreds of lightning bolts fell from the pitch-black sky, illuminating the sky and the earth brightly, and the false sky rod was lifted up to the sky, and tens of thousands of purple, white, purple and blue lights gathered at the raised snake's head. The thick electric snake was picked up by the snake mouth at the end of the white snake stick, tangled together, and finally turned into a small, jumping blue and white light ball bursting out an arc of light from time to time.

"Hei Jialuo... Hei Jialuo... Either you die today, or I live!"

Fake Tianyang shouted ferociously and threw the ball of light.

On the way forward of the light sphere, countless tree trunks and branches consciously avoid it, but when he thinks that the knot of grass is no different from death at this moment, Jia Tianyang's heart feels like a knife is twisted.

... If Xiaocao died, who would recognize him?

Subordinates thousands of years ago, friends thousands of years ago,

He was gone, and he tried his best to come back to life. Why?

In order to insist on the last moment before Tianyang's death, the evil idea of ​​revenge?

In that case, what is the difference between him and Zhen Tianyang's puppet?Why does he live in the world with the name Tianyang.

This year, Tianyang asked himself this kind of question frequently, and every time he got an answer, he panicked for a while, and then continued to think, continue to ask himself, and continued to panic.

Dao heart is unstable, realm declines.

This kind of question is not important, the important thing is, who is he?

"You are not Tianyang."

Grass old man's head emerged from a tree trunk in front of him, and said softly.

Perhaps the scene in front of him could not be described as the old man's head protruding from the tree trunk. What Tianyang saw was just a wrinkle on the bark opening and closing.

Fake Tianyang tremblingly said: "Xiaocao..."

"It's been a long time since I've been called this way," the old man Cao said, "That's how it is, you're not Tianyang, you're the prince of my lord, and your name...your name is Yangwu .”

the same moment.

Yan Beigui, who also sneaked into the secret realm but couldn't hide it all the time, opened his eyes.

Suddenly, sunlight gushed out from this collapsed world, and the warm and soft sun shone on everything. Countless awe-inspiring purple lotuses quietly bloomed, covering the lifeless ground due to the exhaustion of spiritual energy.

The fragrance of lotus is floating, and the purple air is dense.

Yan Beigui groaned in a low voice: "Don't do any evil, but do all good."

In an instant, ten thousand bells and celestial music played together, and the dense purple air turned into an auspicious phoenix bird, flying high with twinkling stars.

"Don't do evil, do good!"

"Don't do evil, do good!"

"Don't do evil, do good!"

Countless awe-inspiring ways and chivalrous ways turned into words and sentences, flowing through the simple and unpretentious broad body of the awe-inspiring sword. Yan Beigui's heart was like still water, and he swung the sword very lightly.

Light as dew on a daisy.

In an instant, golden light filled the world.

Fake Tianyang only felt as if he was soaking in a hot spring, and his whole body was warmed by the golden light. His face changed drastically in the brilliance. First, the shadow between his eyebrows dissipated, and the wrinkles between his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth stretched out. , turned into a smooth piece, and the complexion that was too pale also became a little more rosy.

There is no shadow of Chang Shanping, but there is still a faint shadow of Tianyang.

The hand stretched out to the tree trunk in front of him was no longer slender, and the fingers touching the bark became more sensual.

Yang Wu, who looked only eleven or twelve years old, smiled and said, "Well, then my name will be Yang Wu."

The wrinkles on the tree trunk no longer opened and closed to speak, and the dazed newborn water god Yang Wu panicked, and tears fell from his eyes.

"Little grass, knot grass... I... I..."

He wiped away the tears with the back of his hand, but he couldn't wipe them away. Finally, he gave up trying and burst into tears.

Ji Shi, who finally crawled over from the tree branch, twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at the crying baby, supported his forehead, looked away, and looked at the ball of light thrown by Fake Tianyang and the sword light of Yan Beigui, together Hit Hei Jialuo, who was trapped by the branch prison and couldn't move.