At the same time, more than a dozen monks dressed in different costumes came to the front of the ancient temple. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This group of monks did not wear eye-catching sect robes, and the colors of their clothes were different. The first person is a fair-skinned young man, wearing a flowing cloud robe woven of jade silk, stepping on gold-inlaid fast boots, and a purple gold jade Ruyi wrapped around his waist. The young man was followed by a middle-aged Taoist, who was in his early thirties, in a brown-red autumn shirt, carrying a thick black iron shovel, with a solemn face, and followed the young man step by step.

The young man held the delicate Si Nanyi, walked in front of everyone, glanced at the direction, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Come on, the front is the back of Panlong Peak." ”

The middle-aged Taoist heard this and said: "Virtuous nephew, you can't go any further, the defense of Bailongling in front is extremely tight, and if there is a slight mistake, I am afraid that we will have to bury our bodies here." ”

"Understood." The young man was not an arrogant person, so he nodded and replied, "Near Kyoto, there are seventeen sects that have sent people into the mountains, and I will wait for the other sects to make a move, and then make calculations." ”

Everyone thought it was a good idea and nodded in agreement, but no one knew that the moment they approached the ancient temple, a transmission note immediately flew out of the temple.

Not long after the talisman disappeared, the figure of a tall young man in a white robe flashed and appeared in front of everyone.

"Who?" The middle-aged Taoist was the first to react, and in shock, he reached out to take the black mace on his back. But seeing that the tall man didn't say a word, he grabbed him with one hand into a claw with a courier that was difficult to catch with the human eye.

At the critical moment, the Taoist finally took the first step to pull out the big gong and put it on his chest.

"Enemy attack!"

The chaotic noise and crisp collision sound echoed in the night sky, and the people of Bailongling Gate who were guarding near the ancient temple heard the sound and gathered here with their own means.

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The sun is rising, the morning is early.

Just in the grove less than half a mile away from the ancient temple, Wu Ming was in a hurry.

With a scaffold made of solid wood, a fire, a sharp stone to peel the skin, and the entrails and excess bones removed, a roe deer is transformed into a roast that does not look bad. Although there is no condiment, but the roe deer meat is crispy, and the six people eat it with relish, plus everyone has been running around for several days, and the hunger in the stomach is unbearable, and only a short time, half of the deer deer is eaten by people.

"It smells so good." Feng Jingyu nibbled on the leg meat in his hand and exclaimed, "Uncle Ah's cooking skills are great, and his skills are not pressing." ”

Everyone looked at Wu Ming when they heard the sound, and they all nodded, this time they could eat a good meal of meat, thanks to Wu Ming roasting roe deer meat himself, otherwise even if they caught the wild roe deer, they could only eat raw meat, where would these sect disciples who only knew cultivation know how to cook?

In the past few days, the prey caught has been handed over to Wu Ming for disposal, which even Lu Bingyun on the side has to admit Wu Ming's role.

"It's just a small skill of carving insects." Wu Ming smiled slightly, glanced at the two daughters of Qingran and Qingjue who were standing behind him, stretched out his hand and handed over a piece of preserved meat, and said, "Eat it." ”

Qing Ran glanced at him and shook her head, but Qing Jue seemed to want to eat, but seeing that Qing Ran didn't move, she chose not to move.

"Don't foxes eat meat?" Wu Ming frowned and said, "I remember that it should be eaten." ”

"Our white fox clan is different from ordinary fox demons, at least we don't eat the meat of demon beasts." Blue Dye explained.

Ren Ji on the side said inappropriately: "Then what do you eat, human flesh?" ”

The atmosphere in the stadium suddenly became tense.

Wu Ming was about to say something more to divert the topic, when he saw Ling Zhou, who was standing at the front, pointing into the distance, with a grim face: "That's ...... What the? ”

People looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a huge shadow floating in the air not far away, probably because the shadow was too high and broke through the cover of the mist, and people could easily see the shape of this shadow.

It was a dragon head with a fierce and angry eyes.

The dragon's head was raised high, making a long roar in the sky, the momentum was terrifying, and everyone could see a little cold in their hearts.

Could this be the dragon corpse in Yin Po's mouth? Wu Ming wondered in his heart, but how could a corpse fly into the air?

"What the hell is this......" Feng Jingyu was so shocked that the leg meat in his mouth fell to the ground.

"You can't be wrong, this is the peak of Panlong Peak at the core, I have seen it several times before, and the shape of the peak is a dragon's head." After the initial shock, Ling Zhou quickly calmed down, and after a little analysis, he came to this conclusion.

"Aren't we in the heart then?" Ren Ji asked.

"I think it's going around the back of the mountain." Ling Zhou smiled bitterly, and their group didn't have the tools to identify the direction, so it was not an accident that they walked all the way down blindly and went around to this ghost place.

"It is rumored that the core has been blocked by the people of the White Dragon Ridge Gate, and we have walked to the back of Panlong Peak, isn't it ......" Lu Bingyun's face changed, and everyone trembled in their hearts, they finally figured out the current situation......

They entered the encirclement of the Bailongling Sect people, and they took the initiative to send them to the door......

"Fortunately, the mountain roads are complicated, and we didn't meet any disciples from Bailongling along the way......" Feng Jingyu said as he wiped the sweat from his head.

Everyone was silent, obviously, after the battle of Shengyun Valley, no one dared to underestimate the name of Bailongling.

Wu Ming was thinking about how to get out of the mountains, he had a trace of throbbing in his heart for some reason, it seemed that a huge crisis was approaching, this threat from the underworld was the most formidable, even if he was proficient in the art of gossip and divination, there was no way to predict when the crisis would come.

Although the others were not as worried as him, they also understood their own situation, and naturally they all looked forward to leaving this place as soon as possible.

"Let's go back the way we came, and then go in the opposite direction." Ling Zhou proposed.

Everyone was moved, and they all looked at Lu Bingyun, the person with the most right to speak in the team, waiting for his decision.

Lu Bingyun stood there and didn't speak, even if he was a Tongmai cultivator, he had to think about it at this critical moment. However, just as he was hesitating, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the jungle beside him.

The footsteps fell like raindrops, very urgent, just like the heartbeat of everyone at this time.

"Take them down, live or die." A loud shout exploded in his ears.

Without waiting for Wu Ming and the others to react, they saw five people rushing out of the bushes not far away: a young man, a middle-aged Taoist priest, two young people, and a woman. These five people were panicked like lost dogs, and they all had more or less scars on their bodies. They saw that Wu Ming and the others were just slightly stunned, and they continued to run without stopping, as if they were followed by a peerless ghost from hell.

What the hell is going on?

Wu Ming and the others didn't have time to think about it, but they saw several monks wearing Bailongling Taoist robes burst out of the forest and quickly killed the five people who were embarrassed.

The first person was a tall and thin man surnamed Gu wearing a Bailongling robe.

"We are monks from the nearby Hanging Sect, Daoist friends save me!" The middle-aged man glanced behind him as he fled, and when he saw the man surnamed Gu following behind him, he was suddenly shocked, and he shouted for help to Wu Ming and the others who were standing on the side without thinking about it.

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