Fox spirit's self-cultivation

In just a moment, Shanling made a decision.

Whether it's for the woman he loves or for the mountain people he has guarded for many years, he has to regain the Buddha's light before the Buddha's light swallows the land veins.

So the mountain spirit vibrated its wings, and like a mountain bird jumping towards the candle flame, it slammed into the Buddha's light that blocked him.

Once, twice, three times...

Ten times, a hundred times...

The collision was bloody, cracks finally appeared in that layer of Buddha's light, and the mountain spirit finally saw the monks in the monastery.

He stood in the air covered in blood, his voice hoarse: "Tell me, where is the leyline? If the leylines are pulled away, the mountain god will be annihilated, and you will encounter terrible disasters!"

It has always been the mountain god who guards the two holy mountains and the village, and when the mountain god becomes weak, everyone will die.

Shanling doesn't want his lover to continue to be weak, and he still cares for the mountain people who gave their faith and gave birth to him as always.

He wants to protect his partner and children.

After the words fell, an old monk greeted him.

It was an old man in a golden cassock, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a gentle expression. He was holding a string of black ebony beads in his hand. The beads were shining with golden light. Behind him was a group of young monks, as if he was an eminent monk.

The old monk has a dignified bearing. Although he is very old, he can still see that he looked good when he was young. At this time, he is dying, and his body is full of death, but there is a kind of vitality and high-spirited light in his eyes.

He looked at the blood-stained mountain spirit, twirled the ebony beads quickly in his hand, and said in a compassionate and resigned tone: "Amitabha, the old monk has calculated that the mountain god will be angry in the near future and needs a large number of living sacrifices. You are The mountain god who came to collect human sacrifices? Let it go, if we are destined to die from this, why don't you let the old monk go with you."

Shan Ling was furious when he heard the words, and he directly raised his hand to attack the old monk.

"Damn donkey, it's you, you stole the leylines!"

The mountain spirit followed the breath of the earth veins.As soon as he had a face-to-face meeting with the monk, he could see that the earth veins had been infused into the string of ebony beads in the monk's hand, and they contained something.Knowing that this person was the culprit, Shan Ling ignored his confusing words and directly attacked.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Shanling's hand touched the old monk's neck, the old monk fell limply to the ground, with blood oozing from his mouth and nose, as if he had been hit hard.

"you……"

Shan Ling, who was touched by the old monk, was startled, raised his hand and quickly picked up the ebony bead in the old monk's hand, and was about to kill the villain, but found a layer of golden light covering him.

The ebony bead bounced off instantly, directly piercing Shan Ling's body.

The old monk who had lost his breath raised his hand, holding Shan Ling's hand tightly with his skinny hand like chicken feet, his eyes were crazy.

"Mountain God...you are also a demigod, you are also a demigod! Give me your power, give me, let me become a powerful demigod too!"

The Buddha's light enveloped the two of them, blocking the sight of the novice monks outside, only to hear the abbot's exclamation loudly.

And the abbot who can seriously injure the mountain spirit with a mortal body is absorbing the power of the mountain spirit.

The old monk's wrinkled walnut-like skin stretched out, and his skinny and weak hands like chicken feet gradually became slender and ruddy. He just greedily yearned for the power of the demigod in front of him.

"Despicable humans!"

Shan Ling was frightened and sent the greedy monk flying with his palm.

He was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was the blood that was severely injured by the ebony bead, or the blood that was hit by the barrier close to the Jinguang Temple. He only felt that his spirit was dissipating, being swallowed by the ebony bead embedded in his body.

The ebony bead was stained with someone's heart and blood, and it had been refined by the monk to become a blood-stained evil weapon, which was also fused with the earth's veins. The monk actually used it as a magic weapon to hurt the mountain spirit.

After being blown away, the monk's lips moved slightly, wanting to recall the ebony beads, he roared like a wild animal, trembling, tears streaming down his face.

"Give me the power of a god, I want to become a demigod...Give me power! I want to change everything, change everything, let them all come back, let them all come back!"

Shan Ling completely absorbed the ebony beads that had absorbed the earth veins into his body, and he wanted to take the earth veins back and return them to his lover.

His goddess, his fairy, and his beloved wife.

Shan Ling knew that he might not be able to go back to his lover, so he walked towards the greedy monk, twisted off the other's head, and absorbed the last vitality of the other into his body.

The injured body seemed to have recovered a bit, Shan Ling vomited blood, and his eyes were cold: "Since you long for my power, why not become a part of me. Human sacrifice, hahaha, you villain, why don't you just do that human sacrifice?" Bar!"

He will not forgive this sinner who killed his beloved wife, because of his despicableness and his theft, the goddess on Xuefeng Mountain has fallen into a deep sleep, and only the leylines can wake up his lover.

He wants to wake up his lover as soon as possible to save her from the harm of those who want to.

Shan Ling flew up with blood, and behind him were the wailing monks. He didn't have time to explain everything, because his vitality was rapidly draining, and he wanted to return to his lover as soon as possible.

In the shattered Buddha's light, the bloody shadow quickly flew away, leaving only a blood stain like raindrops.

Shan Ling's memory was shattered and exploded, Kong Lingxiao raised his head in a daze, feeling the pain piercing his heart, and tears flowed out involuntarily.

"Yes, it is unforgivable. How can such viciousness be forgiven?"

The mountain god raised her hand, and she held a handful of ashes in her palm. Those ashes closed up and turned into blood-stained ebony beads.

"He came back and brought back the earth veins. But the earth veins on the string of beads were broken and had already integrated into his body, so he fused himself into my body. This is the relic of my enemy."

The vicious human being is dead, and the love of the mountain god died at his hands, but he also killed him.

But the descendants of the wicked, all human beings, want to kill the mountain gods who have lost their love. They sink the Chenlong Mountain and Xuefeng Mountain, and they want to completely erase the mountain gods from the world.

They are so entangled, buzzing like maggots and flies on the corpse of their lover, slandering the dead mountain spirits and innocent mountain gods, and complacent after causing damage.

Kong Lingxiao stared at the ebony bead in the hand of the mountain god.

"It turned out that it was still him."

The mountain god turned serious when he heard the words: "He? Do you know the owner of this string of Buddhist beads?"

Kong Lingxiao only felt that the thoughts in his head were like a tangled mess: "It's not acquaintance, only a one-time relationship. I don't know if it's him, or his reincarnation. That person is Lu Xinghe, who was witnessed by my lover and me. Now, he killed a man with his own hands, a pathetic man who really loved him."

What is going on here? Why did Xu Xun's ebony bead that killed the tenth generation end up on the monk who seized the leylines?

Could it be that the nightmare in Xu Xun's soul, the Pixiu lurking in the ground veins, also has a problem?I don't know how many years later, the man who tried his best to seize the leylines is really Lu Xinghe?

The appearance of the monk killed by the mountain spirit was similar to that of the middle-aged Lu Xinghe, but not exactly the same. He seemed to be the descendant of the other party, or maybe the reincarnation of the other party.

All this, what is going on?

The puzzle was not answered, but a deeper shadow loomed over his heart. Kong Lingxiao's face was serious, and he asked again: "If you can find the people who were captured by the monster, you might get the answer from them. They One of them was the poor man who was killed by this string of ebony beads, and it was Lu Xinghe's string of beads that killed that person."

He accidentally got a clue from Kong Lingxiao that he didn't know back then, and the mountain god was also stunned.

She murmured: "The monsters you mentioned were created by your own fear, demon hunters. They are safe now. Someone told me what you said. Could it be that what he said is true... ...No, he lied to me, he and those people were clearly in the same group back then!"

"Although I don't know who he is in your mouth, if you are a good friend to you, you should be able to believe it. You can look at the string of beads. In the nightmare of my victim friend, we all saw a Because of being held tightly by the victim, it has been stained with blood, and you should be able to touch that layer of blood."

Seeing the bead with the Buddha's light still in his hand, the mountain god's eyes were sharp.

Because of resentment and in memory of her true love, she has stroked this string of beads countless times, so she naturally knew that one of them was different.

That bead absorbed the blood of a person's heart, with the faint obsession of a shattered soul, that obsession persisted for a long time, and even the light of Buddha could not completely dispel it.

Since the death of his beloved, this string of Buddhist beads has been in his hands, and the mountain god burned it to ashes if he could not find the enemy.No one has seen this string of beads again, so what Kong Lingxiao said may be true.

The mountain god stared at the bead in his hand and murmured, "That's right, I should believe him."

His Majesty said that it might be a well-designed bureau, they were all unfortunate people who got involved, she should find out the real murderer instead of being incompetent and furious.

She thought the murderer had been killed.Could it be that, as His Majesty said, the wicked are still at ease?

Whether it is true or not, as long as you find out the person Kong Lingxiao said, and verify it, you will know whether it is true or not.

The mountain god searched for a while with his eyes closed, and finally found several "living sacrifices" that had been taken away.

The mountain god snorted coldly, glanced at Kong Lingxiao, raised his hand, carried Kong Lingxiao over, carried him on his shoulder, and disappeared in place in a flash.

After a while, the two of them appeared in a damp mountain cave. As soon as they landed, they smelled a strong aroma of roasted sweet potatoes.

A bonfire was lit, and several people gathered around the bonfire, roasting something.

The chef was none other than Tan Lili, whom I hadn't seen for a long time. There was a pile of washed tubers beside her, and she was flipping and grilling things, as skillfully as a barbecue seller in a night market.

On the opposite side are two strange-shaped things, digging the hole with all their strength, digging out the tubers buried deep in the soil, and the other two strange-shaped things ran to the underground river far away to wash and rinse. It is like a small underground baking workshop with a clear division of labor.

The bamboo sticks in Tan Lili's hands are flying, and she is addicted to the barbecue in the mountains: "I didn't expect that there are radishes and roasted sweet potatoes growing in the belly of the mountain. It's just that these things are not nutritious enough. There are some firewood, the taste is not good, and there is a smell of traditional Chinese medicine. It’s enough to fill their stomachs. I asked them to dig more, bake more, and take them out to fill everyone’s stomachs.”

"Hahhhhh-"

"Ahhhhh-"

A group of diners ate with Tan Lili's baked goods, their faces flushed.

"To be honest, it's actually quite delicious. I was so hungry that I couldn't get an apple. It would be nice to have sweet potatoes and potatoes baked by Ms. Tan herself!"

It was Xu Xun who was taken away by the monster who said this.

Kong Lingxiao was very worried about a certain man who rolled up his sleeves and ate it completely ecstatically: "It's delicious and full of aura. When we leave here, why don't we go to some mountain to dig some delicious food. Alas, after so many years, I didn't expect roasted radishes and roasted sweet potatoes to be so delicious."

"Come on, what doesn't taste good in your mouth? Kong Lingxiao made the fish look like soup boiled by a wizard. Didn't you praise it as delicious?"

Chef Tan Lili rolled her eyes, "I don't know how Ling Xiao and the others are doing now."

Kong Lingxiao, who was complained and worried: "Ahem."

But no one paid attention to the sudden appearance of two figures in the shadows.

Beside the mountain god and Kong Lingxiao, Zhou Youyu bit the grilled radish like a hungry tiger, and the breath of the little white flower disappeared completely. In front of everyone, he was just a little ruffian. He said without raising his head, "I can't die!" Well, after all, he still has a very good master. Isn't that right, Boss Zheng?"

Boss Zheng is fighting sweet potatoes: "It smells so good! Yes, I'm not worried at all. Since everyone is destined to get together, why don't I play some music to cheer up the fun."

As he said that, he swiped for a while and took out his fake mobile phone from nowhere, and raised his hand a little.

The gorgeous marquee lights up the cave, and the high-pitched music rushes out immediately.

"the vast horizon is my love--"

"Flowers are blooming at the foot of the continuous green hills!"

A green-haired young man who had been silent for a long time heard this familiar melody, and couldn't help but shed tears of emotion: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow , I am enough to be a ghost!"

Zhou Youyu chuckled—as if you were the only one present here.

"Hey, hey, I'm happy here, I don't want to go back!"

"Substitute tea for wine, finish this cup!"

"Ton, ton, ton... The mountain spring water tastes cold and delicious, so refreshing!"

The mountain god looked like a demon hunter attending a barbecue party, his complexion darkened.

This is a nightmare reincarnation, a nightmare!Why do these people tamper with the setting of the nightmare, make her frightened and despaired, you bastards!

Seeing this, Kong Lingxiao breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the group of partners who were having fun in the midst of the mountain with no exit, and coughed again.

Zheng Xuanli, who was bombarded by the music, perked up his ears: "I seem to hear the voice of my dear?"

"No, your wife is so powerful, why would she be caught here?" Zhou Youyu continued without raising his head.

The mountain god wasn't stupid enough to hurt Kong Lingxiao.Even if other people want to hurt, isn't there another strong and invincible version of the devil?

Kong Lingxiao was much better than those hard-working people who could only gnaw carrots in the belly of the mountain.

"It's music, get up, get up!"

The water ghost has lost his mind.