After Becoming a Mountain God [Transmigration Book]

"Humph."

The Patriarch Xuehai, with his hands on his back, snorted softly, and a gust of wind hit Ji Shi.

Ji Shi didn't hesitate at all, and completed the last instruction of the formula that had been prepared a long time ago, and several earth walls were confessed from under the ice layer, guarding in front of Ji Shi.

However... nothing works.

The sacred writings flowed on the nine earthen walls, strengthened by various spells, but they were vulnerable to a single blow, and were directly pulverized by the strong wind.

Dust was flying all over the sky, covering people's sight. Before the blood sea patriarch had finished his disarming power, a figure rushed out from the dust, eight golden lights flashed, and all the blood sea patriarch shot him.

"Huh?"

The blood sea ancestor raised his brows.

Then Patriarch suddenly had a light blood-colored brilliance, and the brilliance shone like a shadow covering Patriarch Blood Sea.

Before the eight golden swords touched the ancestor, there was a sound of tearing and tearing on the sword, and the blade was corroded. Ji Shi quickly retracted it, looked at it a few more times, and frowned: "The red blood battle clothes?"

"The inquiry is very clear." Patriarch Xuehai said, "It seems that a thousand years have passed, and there are still a few people left by the Shinto."

Ji Shi smiled and said: "The ancestors are famous for all their spells, so why do we need to inquire about them?"

The two talked and laughed at Yan Yan, as if they were joking and chatting, but the surrounding snow foam and dust raised large swaths, and it was obvious that the two of them had not stopped their movements.

If it weren't for the incomplete laws of heaven and earth, Patriarch Xuehai would be a figure who could become a god of heaven. Even if he deliberately suppressed his cultivation, his combat power would still be at the top of Canglan.

Therefore, the battle situation in the scene is that Ji Shi is completely suppressed and beaten.

Talismans, scriptures, words and spirits, these are leftovers from the blood sea patriarch's play, magic weapon, magic weapon, Ji Shi, none of which can be seen by the blood sea patriarch.

Including Ji Shi's natal magic weapon.

"It's just a little better, what's the name? Xiao Canglan?" The ancestor of Xuehai casually expressed his understanding of Ji Shi, pointing his fingers at the little Canglan that fell from the sky, looking at it with disgust, and didn't even look at it. Seeing Ji Shi's suddenly pale face, he commented, "Which novice carver is this, it's so ugly."

Ji Shi: "...it's me who is just a mere person."

Patriarch Xuehai: "Oh, how dare a carver like you use it on your own talisman and call it Xiao Canglan arrogantly? Do you have any face?"

Ji Shi: "I really don't have what you said."

Blood Sea Patriarch: "Hahaha."

His laughter became louder and louder, and if the magic sound filled his ears, Ji Shi had to stop casting spells when the last sound sounded, otherwise his mind would be shaken by the magic sound, and he might hurt himself by casting spells forcibly.

The old ancestor stopped laughing and fell silent.

The strong wind on the top of the snow-capped mountain also fell silent at some point, and the dust and snow foam fell back to the ground, black and white mixed together, and the mud was so muddy that it was not pleasing to the eye.

Somewhat exhausted, he half-kneeled on the ground, and Ji Shi, whose body and ground were equally covered with mud, exhaled, looked at the little Canglan held in the hand of the blood sea ancestor, and looked at the fight with him for so long, or the fight with him. The Blood Sea Patriarch, who had been with him for so long but was out of breath, guessed what he should do if he wanted to snatch it back.

"You are more courageous than that kid." The ancestor Xuehai knew what he was thinking from his expression, and sneered.

"You mean the fake white snake god down there? I'm not as courageous as him." Ji Shi said.

If he was in the situation of the Black Snake Demon, he would definitely not seek refuge in the Blood River Road.

Because, the relationship between Blood River Road and Blood Sea Patriarch is by no means as simple as it appears on the surface.

And apart from the intricate exchange of interests between the two, Ji Shi analyzed from the information he could get, but the ancestor of Xuehai didn't have a good impression of Xuehedao, even if the ancestor was also a member of Xuehedao in the eyes of others.

The Black Snake Demon wants to have both sides, but he doesn't know that he made the wrong first step, but the Black Snake Demon doesn't know why the Blood Sea Patriarch doesn't like him until he dies.

"You are also smarter than him." Patriarch Xuehai praised.

This kind of praise will not make Ji Shi happy, and the mountain god did not expect that the next sentence of the blood sea ancestor would be: "It's just smarter."

Ji Yi: "..."

Don't speak out of breath, okay?

Regardless of Ji Shi's slander, Patriarch Xuehai continued, "You are confident and think I will not kill you."

Ji Yi was silent for a while.

He thought about his wording, and said carefully: "Although the North Ice is a dangerous place, for monks, it is a good place for treasure hunting."

"Oh?"

"I once called up the files of Snow Eagle Castle. Although the records more than ten years ago are vague, the records in recent years have been well done. It records that the number of monks who have passed through Snow Eagle Castle has been recorded in recent years. Keep one person for two or three days, but from the time I took Snow Eagle Fort to today, the monks who entered the Arctic through the Hengduan Snow Mountain can be counted clearly on ten fingers, let alone the other monks in the Arctic. They all disappeared, and the few cultivators who couldn't hide didn't go out like frightened ostriches."

Ji Shi, who was adjusting his physical strength while talking, felt that his strength had recovered a little, so he stood up, cast a dust removal spell, and removed the stains on his body. After ensuring a good image, he raised his head, looked at the eyes of the blood sea ancestor, and continued: " Beibing is one of the five lands of Canglan after all. Even if there is a disturbance in the Central Plains Immortal Dao Demon Dao, it is impossible to reduce the number of monks who come to Beibing... No, or it is precisely because of the turmoil in the Central Plains Immortal Dao Demon Dao that some people who are not far away from fighting Loose cultivators will avoid the Central Plains and come to the Arctic."

This is the normal situation, but it didn't happen.

After Ji Shi won Snow Eagle Fort, he thought about how to treat those monks who would come to Snow Eagle Fort, or heard that there was a great evil god in the North Ice—thanks to Immortal Dao’s discrediting science for thousands of years— —The monk who came to "exorcise demons", when he thought of a way, he couldn't wait, and he almost thought that he had made a mistake in estimating the number of Canglan monks.

Then he thought of a possibility.

Those monks can't come into the Arctic.

As for the reason, it is natural that someone set up a block.

For this reason, he dissipated his body, turned into earth and fled back to the Hengduan Snow Mountain, and found obvious talisman seals on the mountain walls at several intersections.

The mortal caravan didn't know this kind of seal characters specially used for monks, and they still walked slowly through the intersection. Besides, Ji Shi also found many traces left by the true essence.

It seemed that there were monks wandering nearby.

The seal characters on the mountain wall read: There is no way to stop.

The scrawled handwriting is as bright red as blood, and the evil spirit rushes towards the face. You can feel the strong pressure exuding from it without getting close. There is a difference in strength from the person who wrote there.

At that time, Ji Shi immediately thought of Patriarch Xuehai.

It was rumored that he was cultivating in Beibing, but he never showed up. Even when Old Man Cao told him the news, he didn't know if the rumor was true or not.

In the past, he was a god, but later turned into a demon, so he escaped from the battle of immortals and gods.

Most monks commented this way, but Ji Shi felt that the truth was not the case.

In the later period of the War of Immortals and Gods, are there few Shinto monks who switch to the way of magic or immortality?But only Patriarch Xuehai has survived till now.

The ancestor was not let off by the monks of the immortal way and the way of magic at that time because he switched to the way of magic. He can live until now only because...he is so powerful that those people can't kill him.

What a big golden thigh, Ji Shi's first thought was this.

The next moment, Ji Shi drew a cross on the golden thigh.

This patriarch really switched from the divine way to the demonic way. It's hard to guess what he thinks about the divine way.

Golden thighs are not something people can hug if they want to, especially the golden thighs of Patriarch Xuehai. Once the way of hugging is wrong, just look at the fate of the black snake demon.

At this moment, Jin Thigh said in front of him: "The news is better than I imagined, you are indeed very good, you can be regarded as a general among dwarfs..."

Ji Yi: "..."

"—But the generals among the dwarfs are also dwarfs, and they are far behind," the blood sea ancestor said, "Boy, I will give you ten years. In these ten years, no monks who surpass the golden core will come to the Arctic. Ten years Finally, if you haven’t achieved Yin God yet, commit suicide or feed my sea of ​​blood, choose one yourself.”

After finishing speaking, Patriarch Xuehai turned to leave.

The ancestor took a step, stopped, as if remembering something, suddenly said in a rather pleasant tone: "Or there is another choice, I will tell the world that you are a man?"

After saying this, he walked away with a smile.

Ji Yi: "...hehe."

It's only been ten years, and the Yin God is the Yin God!

As long as you don't get stripped of your vest, everything will be fine.

The mountain god said harsh words in his heart, but he actually knew that the Yin god was not so easy to achieve.

The realm of the Yin God is comparable to the realm of the Golden Elixir of the Immortal Dao, and in the Immortal Dao, even if it is a genius cultivated by a large sect to be the foundation of the Dao, at most it can be said that it will become a Golden Elixir at the age of a hundred.

People who say this usually start to practice at the age of seven or eight, and it takes 30 years to build the foundation. In this way, it takes at least 70 years from the foundation to the golden core.

He has only been practicing for a year and a half. If it weren't for the gift of a pure monkey, he might not have achieved his godlikeness until now. Now he is in the auspicious realm, and he is still one step away from opening up the god's domain. According to the time of those genius monks, it would take at least five or sixty years to become a Yin god in the Yin domain, but the time given to him by the blood sea ancestor was only ten years.

"...With such a deadline, he actually wants me to commit suicide or feed his sea of ​​blood." Ji Shi opened his eyes and murmured while holding his forehead.

If Ji Shi doesn't mention it here, Mr. Bai is also troubled a lot.

Now that the enemy's fighting spirit is all lost, the Snow Mountain Goddess Sect has won a complete victory, and the old man Bai, who has been stuffed with a lot of things, doesn't even have time to catch up with his old friends and start busy organizing the battlefield and withdrawing troops, etc.

At the same time, as the commander of the Allied Forces of Six Snow Castles and also the Lord of Snow Eagle Castle, he has to be busy with more things after victory. Whether it is the castle masters of the alliance or the hostile castles, they all line up to communicate with him.

He is obviously at an age where he should take care of himself, why does he still have so many things to do?Old man Bai couldn't figure it out.

Sitting on the chariot, he lowered his head, looked at Xue Ji, who was sleeping soundly on his lap, and sighed.

He didn't even have time to say a word to the real White Snake God, and she soon fell into a deep sleep after solving the fake White Snake God.

...However, between him and her, what else can we talk about?

The wheels of the chariot turned, pressing the footprints of the previous marching away, leaving the battlefield behind, and no one missed it.

After seven days and seven nights, the battlefield was covered with fresh snow, as if nothing had happened.

This night, the dark clouds dispersed, a dark sky dotted with stars, and a bright round white moon.

The moonlight shines on the battlefield, thousands of miles covered with silver frost.

The black liquid suddenly gushed out from under the snow, and soon spread into a large puddle.

The pool of black water struggled to condense into the shape of a snake. After a while, a naked man stood up from the snow.

The man looks exactly the same as Chang Shanping, but there are very subtle differences.

He looked up at the sky, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"I don't see you in Qianqiu, the moon."

The author has something to say:

Chang Ming, the protagonist of "Tahao", only said that before the age of [-], he can become a golden elixir. Although this article is not a fan, and the nineteenth practice system has also made many changes, the golden elixir is very powerful, so it cannot be so simple.

Yan Beigui is now 95 years old_(:зゝ∠)_

The age gap with Xiao Ji seems a bit big... _(:зゝ∠)_