The more you walk to the south of the immortal mountain, the more whetstones, sharp edges and corners with cold light, the fallen leaves can be cut like mud, there are not many kinds of trees in the mountain, but it seems to be in the trees verdant, covering the sky, the leaves are wide like fans, some are green like jasper, some are red like agate, some are yellow like gold, and some are black like obsidian, through the wisps of sunlight between the leaves, exuding a little starlight.

Poetry is cautious, you need to raise your spirits to avoid touching these strange-shaped trees, the roar has stopped, the silence of this forest is a little terrifying, there is still a strong smell of blood in the clear air, shrugging nose, a strange smell of vagueness comes from the front, poetry is in good spirits, the pace is quickened, like a shadow shuttles through the forest, drifting by.

As far as the eye can see, a large blue lake like the sky appears in front of you, the clear and transparent lake bottom fish swim, colorful, stirring up layers of waves, here, as if to another world, the surrounding green grass, exude the fragrance of grass and trees, a piece of unspeakable flowers pass through the grass and the surrounding forest, red, yellow, green and blue petals of various colors reflect the green grass, empty and boundless, like a place of peach.

Turning left along the strange smell, passing through a meadow, a small bridge across the lake appeared in front of me, stepping on the bridge, walking down the small bridge, a shimmering green glittering sheep intestine trail appeared in front of me, this trail does not know what to pave, green like bricks, transparent under the feet, and like crystal, can see through the space inside, poetic and picturesque is a little staggering, what people live here, with such luxury.

Walking along the path, a hut made of sandalwood trees appeared in front of you, the smoke curled, the strange smell came from here, the poetry was picturesque and curious, pushed the door in, the small courtyard was very clean, there was no clutter, came to the door of the living room, I saw an old man sitting in the middle, was cooking something, looked up to her, the old man looked kind, the skin was not old, the beard was snow-white, the hair was a little black and white, the old man smiled and said:

"I haven't been here for years, little girl, if you don't dislike it, come in and have a drink, okay?"

The poetry was picturesque at the door, looking around with big eyes, but seeing nothing else, secretly thinking that the strange smell might be the fragrance of tea cooked by the old man.

Seeing her appearance, the old man smiled, looked very kind, and beckoned:

"Little girl, are you still afraid that old decay will harm you, don't worry, there is no one else here, I have lived in the immortal mountain for a thousand years, and I have been with the mountain all day long, talking to birds, it is rare to see people come today, and I am happy in my heart."

Shiruhua hesitated for a long time before pacing into the house, looked down at the table made of sandalwood trees, which was full of tea sets for making tea, hot water churning in the small tripod with three legs and two ears, and placed a purple clay pot next to it, the spout smoke curled, and the strange fragrance floated out of the spout, Shiruhua took a deep breath, picked up the purple sand cup and drank it gently, into the heart for a while clear but slightly rich, there is a trace of bitterness, the entrance is long, taste layer by layer, but find that there are different tea fragrances, Shiruhua is a little curious and surprised, slightly raised eyebrows, A smile appeared in his eyes, the corners of his mouth moved, and his eyes fell on the tea.

The old man was a little surprised, surprised that such a beautiful woman couldn't speak, which was really a pity.

"This tea is planted by the old man himself, and it is the only one in the mountains, little girl, is it delicious?"

Shiruxiang nodded, she didn't know much about tea, and it can also be said that tea was dispensable to her.

"Drink more of what is good, and if you miss it, you don't have it anymore." The old man smiled meaningfully, poured a small purple sand cup for the poetry and painting, a wisp of tea fragrance floated out, the poetry smiled picturesquely, and the crystal eyes stared closely at the tea pouring down one by one.

The tip of the left finger placed in the skirt pinched himself hard, and the pain made the confusion in front of him disappear suddenly, and the poetry was still smiling, but the smile under his eyes was getting weaker and colder.

The old man didn't feel anything, still poured the tea intently, and after the last wisp of tea was poured, the old man smiled and stretched out his hand to invite, poetically picked up the teacup, and then put down the teacup in his hand and shook it, and his body fell softly on the jade ground.

The old man stood up, stroked his beard and laughed:

"No matter how alert you are, you still can't escape the palm of your hand, haha"

The body couldn't move, the feeling was still there, and the picturesque eyes opened angrily, and the bottom of the eyes was full of murderous energy.

"Why, you want to kill me!" The old man was proud for a while, squatted down, dragged away the sachet pinned to Shiruhua's waist, and stuffed it into his arms.

"Humans, what humble and insignificant creatures, kill you like ants in the eyes of this seat, but it is a pity to kill you, and eating you is a real good meal." The old man mocked, no longer the slightest kindness and gentleness, and leaned over.

Shiru's eyes flashed with fierce light, at the moment when the old man leaned over, one hand was as fast as lightning and pinched the old man's neck, the old man was shocked, just wanted to retreat, but was pinched by the other hand to hold the vein, but the old man was not weak, his arms were shocked, a white mist emerged around the old man, the poetry was picturesque, he let go of his hand, retreated in the air, waved his arms continuously, a trace of sword light shot into the white mist, the old man looked up to the sky and roared, the white fog rose into the air, the narrow wooden house was slammed apart, and the poetry was picturesque and retreated in the air.

Suddenly, the wooden house bridge and the sheep intestine path disappeared in an instant, and the poetry was picturesque, but it was still in the forest, with layers of stones and mountains, and the stream flowing slowly.

After the old man in the white mist looked up to the sky and roared, his whole body glowed, and the light pierced people's eyes unopened, and the picturesque squinted eyes.

His eye sockets, sunken deeply, shrank inward, and his eyes were as sharp as a bird's, as blue as the autumn mist.

He has sword eyebrows and a high nose, a face like bronze, a blazing gaze, and a bright wind god.

Shiru's face seemed to be covered with a layer of clouds, and she stared coldly at the changed man in front of her.

"It's okay to be hit by the 'Thousand Miles of Soul Eater' in this seat, you are the first in a thousand years." The man said in a dark voice, smiling very evilly.

The poetry was picturesque and silent, a fierce light appeared at the bottom of the eyes, a bloodthirsty aura belonging to the beast slowly emanated from the body, the arms were flat, the red robe was unfolded in the wind, the blood mist reappeared, like a whirlwind galloping away, the figure flashed, and the blood mist wrapped in the poetry and rushed towards the strange man. The man was also frightened, stepped out of his feet, shook the mountains for a while, the wind was fierce, the figure was gone, rushed into the blood mist, and the two fought each other together.

The light flickered, the blood mist gushed, and the surrounding area collapsed within a hundred miles!

The figure was suddenly separated, and the poetic figure flew into a bloody mist, staggering back, leaning against the trees and gasping for breath, his body and face covered with blood, and his exposed hands trembling.

The strange man knelt on the ground at the moment of rushing through the blood mist, a fist-sized hole in his chest, gurgling blood, his long hair was scattered, his face was as pale as paper, his whole body trembled violently, his blue eyes gradually dimmed, and after a long roar, a white mist appeared, and the man's body curled up, showing his original shape little by little.

The poetry is picturesque and looks at it, the demon beast appears, lying on the ground, the hole in the chest is still bleeding, only the air is out but not the intake, it seems that it is more auspicious.

Shiruhua staggered forward, and was suddenly surprised to see the monster in front of him, it turned out to be one of the four ancient fierce beasts, 'Qiqi', and his heart was suddenly surprised and happy.

Qi Qi is the evil god who suppressed good and promoted evil in ancient times, the size is like a cow, the image of a tiger is draped with hedgehog fur and wings, Qi Qi's cry is like a dog, and he lives by eating people.

No wonder when she was shuttling in the forest, she always felt that someone was following behind her, it turned out to be it, presumably he was targeted by him when she first entered the Immortal Mountain and became one of the targets.

Picturesque and a few steps away, sitting cross-legged and breathing, the 'Thousand Miles Soul Devourer' is very toxic, although she has a life protection body, there are still a lot of toxins left in her body.

The ring has been worn on her body since she was conscious, it can make her invincible, protect herself from shocks, otherwise, how could she not be injured when she caught wild beasts in the forest.

Barely spit out a mouthful of black blood, his body was weak and weak, and he suddenly thought of the red fruit he ate in the pavilion in his mind, and hurriedly looked at Qiqi, and saw that her sachet was thrown aside, and he was overjoyed, crawled over, picked up the sachet and hurriedly opened a fruit in his mouth, cross-legged pranayama, and in less than a moment, he was full of energy, and the toxins in his body were also swept away with the fruit entering his lungs.

The picturesque poetry was really overjoyed, looking at the remaining four looking at the dying Qiqi, struggling.

Since he was looking for a mount, Qi Qi was the best, helplessly, he took out a fruit and stuffed it into Qi Qi's mouth, the fruit was indeed magical, the hole in Qi Qi's chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his strength gradually recovered, Qi Qi opened his eyes, looking at the poetry and picturesque, and his eyes were complicated.

Poetry and picturesque condescending standing in front of Qi Qi, although Qi Qi recovered, the beast body is still injured, the fruit is very good for the human body healing, but for the beast body barely recovers three percent of the mana and essence, as for the rest, it has to be slowly recovered.

"Can you become a human body?" Poetic and picturesque consciousness emerged in Qi Qi's mind, arrogant as it, even if it was shorter than poetic and picturesque at the moment, it was a little unruly, although its life was saved by her, but it was also injured by her, so, in her heart, Qi Qi still regarded her as an enemy.

Qi Qi's mouth is spitting, and his voice is cold and gloomy, sharp, hoarse, and makes people listen to it and get bored from the heart.

"This seat can't cultivate a human body, what you see are just illusions, and they are illusions created by this seat using mana."

"For ten thousand years, the four ancient fierce beasts still can't cultivate their human bodies, it seems that the legend is true, and the Emperor of Heaven really imprisoned your Dharma Body." Consciousness is full of sighs and melancholy.

Qi Qi glanced at her, his eyes sharp:

"Who the hell are you? Why do you know this, and know us so well? ”

Shiruhua frowned, pondered carefully, and his eyes fell on Qi Qi, thoughtful.

"Me. I just know that I see you have your message in my head. "My consciousness is intermittent, and I wonder why I have this information in my head.

Qi Qi's eyes flashed, and he walked around the picturesque poem, his nose twitching, and then squatted on the ground like a dog.

"You, how do you seem to be different from ordinary humans?"

"Just like ordinary people, you won't be eaten yet." The mockery of consciousness made Qi Qi change his face instantly, and his limbs stomped heavily on the ground, swallowing white mist out of his mouth.

"Why, you still want to fight again, ten thousand years have passed, and you who have been imprisoned in the Dharma Body, no matter how much you practice the mana, it will still not be too high, and you can only be the overlord in the deep upper middle." The truth in his consciousness made Qi Qi speechless for a while, yes, if it wasn't for being imprisoned in the Dharma Body, in ten thousand years, it would have cultivated into a human body long ago, with profound mana, and it would be the king and hegemon in the world, so why be trapped in the immortal mountain.

"Do you want to go out?" The consciousness that comes from it is full of temptation.

Qi Qi stared, staring fiercely at the picturesque gaze.

"You're trying to trick me out there and kill me?" 'Bang' wings spread, and the wings that covered half of the sky waved vigorously, rolling up layers of wind, sand and fallen leaves.

Picturesque squinting, silent sneer:

"If I want to kill you, I won't save you, Qiqi, I'm just giving you a chance, a chance to get out, a chance to find a way to solve the imprisoning of the Law Body." The poetic transmission of consciousness gradually cooled, which made Qi Qi a little skeptical.

The woman in front of her will have such a good heart, and she will try her best to get herself out of the mountain of immortality, just to help herself, impossible, human beings are not so kind, people's hearts are full of cunning and deception, and the woman in front of her is even more top-notch among human beings, smart and violent, and her spells are not necessarily strong, but her ability to fight is very high.

"What do you ask for for me?" As long as there are requirements, it is easy to control.

The poetic smile was picturesque, the smile was very pure, very innocent, and this smile brightened the eyes of Qi Qi:

"As long as you obediently do the mount I like." The consciousness was very excited and playful, so much so that I didn't see the stunned Qiqi, his eyes bulging out, and he looked incredulous.

"You let me be a mount!! You're not kidding. Qi Qi gritted his teeth, his voice was very low, the pressure was very low, so low that the words were spit out one by one between his teeth.

"I came to the Immortal Mountain to find a mount, just in time, I met you!" Poetic nodding as a matter of course.

"What if I don't agree?" Qiqi roared, roared, the mountains were covered with fog, and the fallen leaves were flying.

"I can tell you, the person I like is very powerful, the spell is very high, if you go out to please him, maybe, it is an opportunity for you, do you want to nest in the immortal mountain for a lifetime, the law body is imprisoned, and after hundreds of thousands of years, the soul will be dissipated, and you will not die well, this result is difficult for you to accept." There is an inevitable strength in the consciousness, which makes the poor and strange words poor, and the idea of going out to find the release of the law body makes it shake, just like the poem says, after more than 100,000 years, the law body will not be released, and its only end is that the soul will be dissolved, and there will be infinite strange beasts in the world, however, the thought of making mounts for humble human beings, my heart is always a little panicked, in the forest, it is also the overlord of the king, which demon beast sees it is not subservient.

"Is there a deadline?" Qi Qi didn't believe that the woman in front of him would let it go easily.

"As long as you recover your Dharma Body, I believe that no one will be willing to accept you as a mount." The four ancient beasts are not just talking, they have recovered their Dharma Body, they can soar through the clouds and fog, turn over mountains and seas, and have monstrous mana, and at that time, the only one who can trap them is the Emperor of Heaven.

Qi Qi paced, walking up and down in the woods, standing picturesquely to the side, waiting patiently.

This is a great temptation, tempting the heart of Qiqi, and Shiruhua also grasps this point, in order to control Qiqi and make it a mount of Heliqi.

If one day in the future, she can really restore Qiqi's Dharma Body and wreak havoc on the world, the only thing she can do is to destroy Qiqi before he recovers his Dharmakaya.

Qi Qi paused in front of the picture of Shiru and looked up at the picturesque poem:

"Okay, I promise you, but I hope you will do what you say, there will really be a day when you will recover your Dharma Body, I hope you don't embarrass me again, and I will sign a covenant with you."

"Okay, I promise you!" Passing on the past consciousness cheers, the picturesque and happy can't help but be happy, hugging Qiqi's neck and kissing it, causing Qiqi to shake his head again and again, twisting his tall body awkwardly, humming and spitting out white mist, his eyes are a little confused, but he is also the king of demon beasts, how can he be kissed by humans casually.

Poetry and painting don't care about those, pinch the belly of the finger and squeeze out a drop of blood to bounce into the air, and then move the finger to write in the air, Qi Qi is different from humans, it is spit out of the mouth of a mouthful of blood mist sprayed in the air, the blue light of the eyes emitted, slowly the blood mist and the picturesque blood word fusion, at the moment of fusion, the air shook, thunder roared, lightning thunderbolt crossed, the sky echoed:

The words 'the Covenant is in force'!

Covenants that have been certified by heaven and earth will not be automatically terminated until the contents of the covenant are completed.

But if one party violates the covenant, he will be bombarded by heaven and earth, and his bones will be gone!

This is also the reason why Qiqi is relieved to sign a covenant with Shiruhua, otherwise, it will not rest assured that the human race, the Dharma body was imprisoned ten thousand years ago, and it is because of believing in the human race that it will lead to such a tragic consequence for itself.

"Alright, you come up, I'll take you out of the Mountain of Immortality." Poor Qi volts down to Gundam