After Becoming a Mountain God [Transmigration Book]

Jing Rong and Xu Fanyun have already chased Huohuangshen and Yu'e from left to right respectively. Both of them were born in the Heavenly Sword Dao, and the posture of Yujian is almost the same. Looking at it in comparison, it looks like a mirror image, so that the bumpkins on the ground who basically don't leave Donglin Mountain The disciples of Yuhe Peak were dumbfounded.

Ji Shi still stood on the ground without moving, he glanced at the group of kids with rounded eyes and wide mouths, and said to Tsing Yi who was holding the wound and got up: "Take this opportunity and take your brothers and sisters away. "

Tsing Yi bowed his head and cupped his hands, thanking him.

"Senior Yao Weng," Ji Shi said to Yao Weng again, "I don't need your help here, so get lost with these little bastards."

Yaoweng thought that Mr. Dongling Chunshan was really rude, but he had nothing to be polite about. Throwing the alchemy furnace, the small alchemy furnace that could only be held in one hand suddenly turned into a large alchemy furnace with a radius of several feet. Yaoweng took the first step He flew to the lid of the alchemy furnace, greeted the disciples of Yuhe Peak, and sprinkled a lot of pills by the way.

Ji Yi only looked at them a few times, not worried about them.

Now those who gather around Tianshui Palace and pick up the fallen magic weapons are all demon cultivators near the South China Sea and a few human cultivators. These people are not under the control of those big forces. Few people would be embarrassed, so Ji Shi just pointed to the direction where Du Rufeng and Yang Wu were, and then watched the group of people standing or squatting or lying or sitting, riding the pill furnace away.

When the group of people turned into a tiny black spot, Ji Shi looked away.

The eight golden swords of Babao Changye gathered together, suspended in front, back, left, and right of him, and the swords flowing with cold light were consistent outward, while Ji Shi held the main branch of Babao Changye in his right hand, and slapped the palm of his left hand rhythmically. There was a crisp sound, echoing the dark murderous aura, and it was extremely clear in the sound of the pouring rain.

Facing the people of Tianshui Palace who emerged from the ruined walls and were covered in demonic energy, the Mountain God laughed.

Well, a group of miscellaneous fish, it's best to deal with it.

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What Yan Beigui was facing was no longer a group of trash fish.

The white-haired Taoist stood with his sword in his hand, and the purple aura around his body naturally gathered into a lotus, and the blossoms stretched out, pushing away the turbid and unknown aura rushing towards him.

From time to time, fine pieces of wood fell out of the cracks. If you look closely, you will find that the wood pieces are dark in color, as if they have walked through a black ink dyeing vat.

Yan Beigui couldn't help touching his chin like Ji Shi did when he was thinking about things.

This crack is not a crack in the membrane of heaven and earth, but a crack formed after the fake Tianyang forcibly refined a certain piece of blessed land with great divine power, and the door that was originally connected to the mortal world was damaged.

Most of the secret realms in the Canglan Realm are attached to the mortal world. Even if they are broken, at most there will be lightning and thunder around the gate of the secret realm for a few hours, and nothing major will happen.

The secret realm is different from the cave, and is not directly connected to the origin of the world.

So what is this crack, and the abnormal shape revealed by the crack?What's the idea of ​​that Heavenly Demon?

Yan Bei returned to his thoughts, his movements were not slow, he raised the Haoran Sword, and using the long sword as a substitute for writing, he swung the first stroke in mid-air.

The dense purple air was drawn out along with the sword edge. It was a straight and straight horizontal line, like a "one", almost perpendicular to the long and narrow crack, cutting it down the middle.

At both ends of the crack, the trend of the crack that was still spreading and cracking stopped suddenly, as if time stood still at this moment.

The opportunity must not be missed, and the loss will never come again. Yan Beigui drew the second stroke with the edge of the sword.

With this stroke slanting downwards, all the people around Tianshui Palace saw that the iron strokes and silver hooks in front of the cracks were clanging and shining, and the talismans from the first word flashed continuously, and they turned out to stir up the aura of heaven and earth with awe-inspiring aura, echoing the shallowness of the South China Sea. The law of heaven and earth with a shallow groan abruptly repaired half of the crack.

Yan Beigui was confident that when he stopped writing, he would repair the entire crack.

If not disturbed.

But facing the sky demon emerging from the dark crack, Yan Beigui knew that this move would never go smoothly.

Only the naked upper body was exposed, and the lower body seemed to melt in the darkness. Hei Jialuo, who was imprisoned in place by countless branches, threw away the Concentrating Immortal Mirror that was split in two in his hand, and stretched out his hand to Yan Beigui.

His pale fingers pointed to Ji Shi, and he shouted loudly.

"kill him!"

Huo Huangshen arrived first, and this crimson goddess didn't even look at her, she just slashed down in the direction Hei Jialuo was pointing at. Get out of the way.

Yan Beigui got out of the way very quickly, but his movement of writing the talisman with the sword's edge was not interrupted as Huo Huangshen expected.

The crack healed half an inch again, and a mighty purple lotus jumped out from the edge of the sword he raised. Yan Beigui swung his sleeve and threw it right on Huohuangshen's face.

The awe-inspiring energy exorcises the evil spirits, Huo Huangshen hurriedly dodges, the spear circles a large circle, and rushes forward again.

This time Yan Beigui stood in place without moving, the hand holding the sword did not stop writing, but the other hand blocked it behind his back, and his fingertips drew a few talismans in mid-air, instantly turning into an air barrier Lower the tip of the gun.

This time it was the real qi and divine power colliding, and the returned zhen qi gave Yan Beigui a little strange feeling, the white-haired Taoist turned his head suddenly, and looked at Huo Huangshen in surprise.

Huo Huangshen has been tainted by the demon of the sky, and she is surrounded by demon energy. A jet-black divine pattern appeared between her eyebrows. The divine pattern is like a volcano, which is particularly conspicuous.

Yan Beigui suppressed that bit of doubt, he glanced at Huohuangshen, the corner of his mouth twitched: "You—"

Before you finish writing, the God of beauty Yu'e has arrived, shaking the golden bell to confuse people's minds.

Swallowing the remaining half of the sentence, Yan Beigui saw this Zeng Moxiu who was lurking beside Xu Fanyun and attacked him secretly, only saw the charming posture, and couldn't help but be secretly vigilant.

While being wary of him, he thought that the way of yin and yang pursued by the Red Concubine had turned into what it is today. I don't know what their ancestors who founded the mountain would think.

Yu'e has also been infected by the demon, and the bright red Bingdi lotus on the center of her eyebrows has turned black. Seeing Yan Beigui look at the divine pattern on her eyebrows, this witch actually showed a particularly bewitching smile.

"Hao Ran Ling Ren," she said with a long sleeve covering her mouth with a light smile, "Which one is more beautiful, the concubine or Chun Shanjun?"

Ji Shi, who used thousands of mountain souls to crush countless demon-tainted Tianshui Palace people below, shuddered all over his body. He didn't even think about how far away he was, and flew towards Yan Beigui with a sharp eye.

Xu Fanyun, who had just caught up with Yu'e, almost lost his grip and was thrown off by his spirit sword.

Her embarrassment made Yu'e laugh even louder, and when she realized that she was just a prop used by Yu'e to provoke Xu Fanyun, Yan Beigui didn't bother to speak, and slashed a sword energy as an answer.

Jing Rong, who had arrived, drew his sword faster, and all of a sudden, the four of them started fighting in front of the crack.

Yan Beigui, who was able to stay out of the matter, glanced at Huo Huangshen, and was about to continue writing the talisman, when he saw the demon in the crack smiling at him.

... This sky demon seems to be unable to move for the time being, why don't you chop it with a sword now and see if it will die?

Yan Beigui felt that this idea was very tempting, but the Haoran Sword suddenly broke out of his hand, awakening him who was lost in thought.

Only then did the white-haired Taoist realize that he had unknowingly taken a step forward.

He and the smiling demon looked at each other, feeling extremely displeased, silently looked away and continued to write the talisman, but after one stroke, another idea popped up in his heart for some reason.

...wouldn't it be better to change it to a hook next time?

Yan Beigui did not act according to this idea, but became more vigilant. As expected, all kinds of inspirations about talisman came out of his mind, and they spewed out continuously. With Yan Beigui's vision as a talisman master who could make Yu Hengdao's heart move, I feel that these inspirations are the ideas of masters.

But Yan Beigui didn't follow the method mentioned in the inspiration at all, but sketched the talisman silently. He didn't raise his head until the small secret realm that was broken but not completely destroyed completely rejected the talisman he had written.

I saw that the crack had shrunk to no more than three feet, and the width was only a few inches.

Only then did Yan Beigui open his mouth and said to Tian Mo: "These inspirations are absolutely feasible. I think they are classics accumulated by talisman masters in other worlds after many generations. You, such a small person as Yumoran and Pindao, have given me such a big idea." A gift that makes people feel so ashamed that they don’t know what to do with it.”

"It's really a pity to waste time in this Canglan Realm with my little friend's qualifications," Hei Jialuo said with a smile, "I just love talents, so I don't deserve you to be ashamed."

Without mentioning what Yan Beigui would end up with if he had acted as inspired, Hei Jialuo continued: "Although the Canglan Realm is barren, there are a lot of talents. If the laws of the Canglan Realm have not been broken in the past 1000 years, perhaps there will be a lot of people in the void." Maybe there will be many more famous immortals."

While speaking, Hei Jialuo could already see the monks of the Three Immortals sect appearing in the sky.

His smile suddenly became more malicious.

"For example... In the Void Ten Thousand Worlds, there are definitely only three people who cultivate the Sword Intent to Destroy the World. I didn't expect that you, Cang Lan, would have one of them."

The great sword master of Tianjian Dao who arrived like a ray of sword light just shouted at this moment: "Jing Rong, step back!"

Jing Rong's sword-wielding hand paused, and Huo Huangshen had already avoided it in the distance because he predicted the blow.

The disciples of Yuheng Dao and Xiaoyao Dao who rushed from the Central Plains rushed towards the crack like wolves and tigers. The sealed formulas in their hands were prepared a long time ago. Under the command of the real souls, all kinds of brilliance lit up in order, neat and orderly. Sequence towards the crack.

The crack that was originally only about two feet long closed instantly to only a few inches. Relieved, Yan Beigui turned his head to look at the inexplicable Jing Rong, but just in time to see Yu Heng who had come to the crack. Elder Sun Miao suddenly turned around and slapped Jing Rong who was standing there.

Yuhengdao's unique technique does not reveal any flaws, and Jing Rong is about to be smashed into meat sauce in a blink of an eye!

The great sword master nearly burst his eye sockets, and the howling sound turned into thousands of sword shadows swarming: "Sun Miao is dead!"

Du Rufeng, who was talking to the medicine man far away on the rocky cliff by the sea, frightened the crystal elbow in his hand, and flew upward without even thinking about it.

The movements of these people were almost at the same moment.

The next moment, Jing Rong's mind, facing the calamity of life and death, was taken advantage of by the sword intent of destroying the world. The lavender sword cut a straight line from top to bottom. In the shattered phantom of world destruction, it echoed the law of destruction, In the wailing, the crack that was just repaired was split open again.

The Heavenly Demon turned into a cloud of black smoke and flew up from the crack. Only Yan Beigui, who had reacted, followed closely behind, but he stopped before slashing a ray of sword light.

The dark clouds dissipated, and a huge river with nowhere to be found rolled across the sky. The water in the river was light black. In the light black, a half-rotting giant bent down, stretched out his hand, and picked up the sky demon. .

The great sword master who killed Sun Miao with a single sword stood behind Yan Beigui, and said in surprise, "It's really..."

Instead of rushing to the South China Sea, he entered Changwu Immortal City alone, and the patriarch Yuheng, who purged the demon-tainted Yuheng Taoists, looked down at the reflection of the sky and the river on his jade ruler, and shook his head.

"The calamity of the sect catches up with the calamity of the world..."

On the rocky cliff in the South China Sea, Yang Wu, who was watched by the disciples of Yuhe Peak and Yao Weng with strange eyes, jumped up.

His face looked somewhat similar to that of the rotting half of the body.

"My...dead Tianyang's divine body...he dared to touch the dead Tianyang's divine body!"