After Becoming a Mountain God [Transmigration Book]

The burst of light at that moment made everyone have to close their eyes.

The entire Tianshui Palace was trembling with the roar. A corner of the Tianshui Palace hanging on the South China Sea coast collapsed, and the sea water surged in. Those Tianshui Palace residents who were accustomed to the aftermath of the occasional fights in the depths of Tianshui Palace finally realized at this time. Something is wrong.

Outside the secret realm, the disciples of Yuhe Peak who watched the old man pass away and wept uncontrollably opened a pair of hazy tearful eyes, staring blankly at the smooth ground that could clearly reflect the silhouette of several ferocious centipede-like cracks, and breathed faintly. It blew up from under the crack, and greeted them with a very distinct smell of the sea.

Tsing Yi, who was helplessly supporting Bai Yi, froze for a moment before realizing what it was.

"Tianshui Palace... is about to collapse."

Tianshui Palace was originally the projection of the divine palace in the fake Tianyang God Realm in the Canglan Mortal World. If Tianyang’s god name does not exist, Tianyang’s God Realm does not exist, and Tianyang’s God Palace does not exist, then Tianshui Palace will not continue exist.

Not only did the ground and walls break apart, boulders fell from time to time, but they also occasionally became empty, filled with wispy mist.

The aura on the long corridor was chaotic, Tsing Yi pinched out the finger a few times, and the spell was also wiped out by the chaotic aura,

He gritted his teeth, lifted the white robe, and gave him a hard slap.

"Snapped!"

The sound of this slap was so crisp and loud that it finally made those Yuheng Dao disciples who were in a trance and didn't know where they were, regain their senses.

Bai Yi covered his burning and painful face, and the sad expression on his face changed to another.

"Qing, Qingyi, why are you beating me?"

Tsing Yi ignored him, turned to look at the disciples who were a generation lower than him, and asked coldly, "Are you sober?"

Under the imposing manner of the second senior brother of Yuhefeng, everyone was silent like a cicada, nodding their heads to show that they were awake, and stood up silently to set up their positions.

Tsing Yi turned her head back, under the gaze of Cui Chun's wide mouth and round eyes, she said to Yao Weng: "Master Yao, do you know which way to go when you want to go out?"

The medicine man kept his eyes closed all the time, his old face was extremely sad, his closed eyelids trembled slightly, as if something would come out from under his eyelids in the next moment.

But when the medicine man opened his eyes after blinking, not a single drop of anything gushed out of it.

He looked at the disciples of Yuhe Peak who were in great trouble, and thought that he and Laoer Cao had cheated and scolded each other for half a lifetime, but in the end he was tricked by Laoer Cao. I can't go back to old man Cao in the future.

It is simply a pity that the road is long...

That old guy, did he really leave like this?

Yaoweng sighed for a moment, turned around and waved to Tsing Yi.

"Staying here is just to serve Beigui and his Taoist companions as oil bottles, Tsing Yi, take your brothers and sisters with you, let's go first."

After finishing speaking, he ordered his little apprentice to hold his natal magic weapon Xinzizai Pill Stove in his hand, and the Pill Fire spewed out from the eight diamond holes on the furnace cover, flickering, and walked along the swaying corridor. , from the ground to the wall, burning hundreds of feet all the way.

Pill Fire controlled the cracks spreading on the ground and walls, and Yao Weng took the lead, running ahead and using Pill Fire to open the way.

On the way, he met a person from Tianshui Palace, who was also burned mercilessly by him.

Such a group of people ran out of the already chaotic Tianshui Palace. No one in the Tianshui Palace would have expected that Yaoweng would lead the disciples of Yuhe Peak who were the highest but only established the foundation, and the lowest were only Tibetan essence. Ten people ran to the gate of Tianshui Palace very smoothly.

Compared with Old Man Cao, he was the real medicine man who was not good at fighting. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, and saw the gate of Tianshui Palace opened, and the light poured in. There was a person standing against the light in front of the open gate.

The shadow of this person was projected on the ground, stretched extremely long by the oblique light.

The medicine man stopped, and with a wave of his sleeve, a gust of wind came out, overturning the disciples of Yuhe Peak who were following behind him, who were almost unable to stop. In front of him, vigilantly looked at the person standing at the door.

That is a woman.

Or that is a goddess.

Huo Huangshen was still wearing half of the pretty maid skirt, but the other side had already torn off the belt and the soft silk, revealing the scarlet and ferocious battle armor inside.

She laughed bloodthirstyly, and the tail of her hair was dyed like a flame. She tied it up with a red rope, and then put on a wolf-headed helmet.

In the end, Huo Huangshen gripped the spear standing on the ground tightly, pulled out the tip of the gun from the ground, and waving the tip of the gun brought out the sound of killing, and she carried it on her shoulder.

Huohuangshen was full of fighting spirit, and asked with a smile, "Guys I don't know, who are you?"

Medicine man: "..."

His luck has been too unlucky recently.

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Inside the secret.

Dead trees fell in the gushing sunlight.

Ji Shi put down the hand that blocked the light in front of his eyes, took a step forward, lifted Yang Wu's collar, and lifted the little boy, who was only halfway up to his waist, to his feet off the ground.

The corners of Yang Wu's eyes were slightly red, and he looked at Ji Shi blankly, but his legs swayed involuntarily.

Ji Yi was also expressionless.

After a while, he pinched Yang Wu Yuanyuan's little cheek.

"... His mother's realm has directly fallen into the realm of wandering gods. What's the use of you, return the old grass, eh, eh?"

Yang Wu looked contemptuously and said inarticulately, "Gu En."

"It's very courageous," Ji Shi took him for a walk through the void of lightning and thunder after the collapse of the secret realm. Back in Tianshui Palace, there was no surprise that Yaoweng and his party were not found on the promenade. When doing all this, Ji Shi also looked at Yang Wu with contempt, "I never thought that one day I would fall into such a situation, come on. Come on, since you are not a great master now, let's do the math."

Yang Wu tried his best to break free from Ji Shi's hand, staggered on the uneven ground, and looked up at his surroundings.

"... Tianshui Palace..."

Yang Wu, who had completely changed his face, tried to regain control of the palace. He propped his hands on the shaking wall, but his face turned pale within a short while.

The projection of Tianshui Palace to the mortal world requires not only the shrine in the Tianyang God Realm, but also the support of huge divine power, but Yang Wu, who is not Tianyang, has lost the incense of the past believers. The so-called Yang Wu is just Canglan A newborn little god in the world doesn't even have the realm of Yin God, so how could his divine power support such a huge palace.

Ji Shi was still laughing at him: "Why, do you still think you are the God of Tianyang?"

Yang Wu frowned and put down his hands.

Facing Ji Shi's ridicule, he seemed unafraid of honor or disgrace.

He waved his sleeves to change the divine robe on his body into a size that fit his body shape, looked at his rather sensual little hands, and then glanced at Ji Shi, who is now taller than her, thought for a moment, and asked: "Chun Shan Jun, you..."

Before Yang Wu finished speaking, he saw golden light turn into a shooting star flashing again on the promenade where he was, and a crack appeared beside Ji Shi, and an ominous message emerged from the dark void inside.

Ji Shi squinted his eyes, waited for a while, and saw a purple lotus floating out sickly, with seven petals limp and sluggish.

He was silent for a while, then raised his eyebrows and asked, "Yan Beigui?"

The awe-inspiring purple lotus turned around and immediately jumped towards Ji Shi when it saw Ji Shi. The whole flower hit Ji Shi, knocked itself to pieces, and then dispersed into a mighty purple aura, disappearing in mid-air.

The corner of Ji Shi's mouth twitched, and he exchanged a glance with Yang Wu.

Although the realm has been changed after changing the name, Yang Wu has the memory of the Great God of Tianyang, and his reaction speed to some magic and secret techniques is faster than Ji Shi. Seeing this situation, he pondered for a moment and said: "Position?"

As soon as the words fell, the rift in the void suddenly widened, and Yan Beigui fell out of the rift.

Ji Shi silently looked at his distressed appearance, then snapped his fingers to close the gap leading to the void.

He asked Yan Beigui who got up: "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry I didn't seem to kill that demon," Yan Beigui said with a smirk, holding the sword in one hand and reaching out to Ji Shi with the other, "I have to prepare to run away."

Ji Shi: "...Huh?"

Yan Beigui took Ji Shi's hand, and the two turned into a sword and light sword and fled away. The corners of Yang Wu's eyes twitched as he was left alone on the corridor, watching the pair of rumored Taoist couples throw him away, and patted his head , turned into a puddle of water, followed the cracks in the ground, penetrated several feet of land and clouds, and fell directly from Tianshui Palace to the South China Sea below.

A wave hit, and Yang Wu's head emerged from the water, undulating with the undulating sea.

He looked up and saw that the sun was sinking in the west, the sky was rendered into deep purple and light purple rose blue, the white clouds plated with gold and the stars emerging from the mist could be touched with his hands, and the continuous pavilions and pavilions with cornices and arches Suddenly, large and small bells rang chaotically, startling the birds in the clouds.

Those gorgeous colorful pillars, those exquisite and beautiful carvings, as well as large and small magic weapons, all fell from the clouds.

In the distance, monks could already be seen coming in groups.

"That's Tianyang's stuff, not mine."

After Yang Wu finished talking to himself, he saw a sword light leading Yan Beigui and Ji Shi to his side.

Yan Beigui stopped, and the first sentence was: "That Heavenly Demon is not dead, at the price of his fairy mirror."

When his words fell, Ji Shi and Yang Wu saw the collapsed Tianshui Palace being propped open by a huge crack, shattered and scattered, black air diffused from the crack, and the powerful demonic energy produced a flame-like real shadow.

Ji Shi and Yang Wu silently turned their heads to look at Yan Beigui.

The white-haired Taoist pressed his fist to his lips, coughed lightly, and took out two long sticks from the mustard bag.

Those are two branches.

One of them was lifeless and lifeless, and the other looked almost the same as the one next to it, but there was a touch of delicate greenness emerging from the top.

"It's the new leaves that sprouted from the place where your tears fell. I think it's better to leave them to you." Yan Bei returned.

Yang Wu was stunned for a while.

He looked like he was going to cry again, but in the end he didn't, just reached out tremblingly and took it firmly.

"Have you finished talking?" Ji Shi looked at the tender scene and asked with his hands on his forehead, "The demon over there... eh?"

Ji Yi shut up in surprise.

In the distance, a crimson sword intent soared into the sky, striking at the devilish energy emanating from the crack.

Ji Shi turned his head stiffly and saw the direction the sword intent was coming from. Du Rufeng supported Xu Fanyun and waved to him happily.