The shouts and cheers resounded through the mountains and forests.

It's a voice that celebrates freedom.

fell into Wang Hao's ears and touched his heart. Compared to the lower realm, the difference between the identities of cultivators and mortals is like a moat, and it is insurmountable. Although these indigenous immortals revere the people of the immortal family, they will not forget their hearts.

This feeling is rare and respectable.

"They...... Is it my chance?"

After encountering these immortals, the clumsy beads hidden in the depths of the sea of knowledge no longer show signs of bad luck. Judging by the reaction of this treasure, Wang Hao's fate is this group of immortals.

But he didn't understand that since the chance, he didn't seem to get the benefits he deserved.

If you can't figure it out, you won't think about it anymore. The immortal treasure given by the traveling merchant of the Ten Thousand Worlds, since he guided himself to Mangshan, he stayed and talked about it for a while.

An immortal, a group of immortals, carried their prey down the mountain.

The mountains are vast, and the road down the mountain does not seem long, but in fact the distance is far. The immortal has a strong physique, and the speed of running is not slightly slower than that of a mastiff. It took nearly two hours to get out of the mountains.

Mastiffs scurry out of the forest. Wang Hao's eyes suddenly lit up.

A plain is presented, vast and immense, thousands of miles long. It is surrounded by rolling hills, and the plains are located in the central basin. The vegetation is lush, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the scenery is particularly beautiful.

Coming to the flat ground, the team travels faster.

Mastiffs run on their legs. The immortals followed. According to Wang Hao's estimates, they can run at a speed of nearly 300 miles per hour.

This is unimaginable in the Nether.

All the way forward. Before long, ridges of fields began to appear on both sides of the road, planting unknown grains. Many female immortals work in the fields and pits. There is also a team of Orions similar to Xiangjiazhuang, staggering head-on.

"Boss Xiang is back!"

"I hunted a pig monster, and the harvest was good!"

There are familiar hunters to say hello. The people of Xiangjiazhuang also responded with laughter. It can be seen that they are not the same village, but they are very harmonious with each other.

Mangshan immortal settlement. There are more than 100 large and small villages, with a population of nearly 100,000. Men hunt and women plow, and their ancestors have lived here for generations. The folk customs are simple, there are few conflicts between the villages, and they get along with each other like a family.

After passing through an unknown number of villages, we arrived at the central part of the basin. Finally arrived at the Xiangjiazhuang station.

A village. You can see the houses made of wood and stone, and there are many of them. The fence is surrounded by logs, covering an area of more than ten miles, and there are more than 1,000 villagers inside.

This is Xiangjiazhuang, which looks very simple and primitive.

The team approached. The village gate, which is also made of logs, opens with a 'squeak'. Hundreds of men, women and children poured out to welcome their loved ones home safely.

Orion beside him greeted him. Some hugged their wives, some lifted their children, and some listened respectfully to the old man's teachings...... The picture is extremely warm and harmonious.

This feeling...... Not for many years!

Wang Hao saw it in his eyes, and he was inexplicably touched.

"Meet the Immortal Master!"

Xiang Ben took the clan elders, several old people from Xiangjiazhuang, and a vast team of villagers to Wang Hao and saluted to see him.

"Everyone, please get up!"

Wang Hao was still smiling.

"On behalf of all the villagers of Xiangjiazhuang, thank you to the immortal master for saving his life!"

Obviously, Xiang Ben and the others had informed the clan elders of the hunting situation. The old men stood up, all of them grateful, expressing their gratitude in their hearts.

"It's not enough to worry about it!" Wang Hao didn't say much. Smile and nod.

This is the demeanor of an immortal. The elders of the Xiang family Zhuang not only did not look at it, but on the contrary, they respected it even more in their hearts.

At the warm invitation of the immortals, Wang Hao entered the village, and then participated in the grand banquet held by Xiangjiazhuang as the most distinguished guest.

The dishes are mainly meat-based. Supplemented with unknown wild herbs and grains. The other is home-brewed fruit wine.

The taste of fruit wine is sweet and delicious, mixed with a faint fairy atmosphere. It is very in line with Wang Hao's taste, and he unconsciously drank a few more bowls.

Don't look at it as fruit wine, it has great stamina. The wine was strong, his face was red, his ears were red, and he was dizzy.

With Wang Haoxiu, it should not be like this. But he didn't experience the pleasure of being drunk by mortals for a long time, and he didn't do anything to dissolve the power of alcohol, and let the strength of alcohol rise.

Dizzy, with a big tongue, it is difficult to speak...... This feeling, which I haven't experienced for a long time, is amazing.

The villagers of Xiangjiazhuang did not refuse to see the immortal master, the wine was bold, and the personality was approachable. They were all overjoyed.

One by one, they rushed to toast to express their reverence and admiration.

"You want to get the immortal master drunk!"

"Don't drink it!

Xiang Feiyu saw Wang Hao's face flushed and his steps unsteady. Immediately stand up and stop the people from continuing to 'drink'. And he was also very intimate, helping Wang Hao to go back to his house to rest.

This kid isn't bad!

Drunk and clear. Wang Hao wants to feel drunk, which does not mean that he is unconscious and does not smell foreign objects. On the contrary, everyone present, the subtle expressions were under his scrutiny.

He knows how to defend his life-saver, and he is a good boy!

Wang Hao pretended to be drunk, and with Xiang Feiyu's support, he went back to the house to rest.

This sleep until late in the evening.

"Immortal Master! Immortal Master!"

Voices were heard outside the house.

Wang Hao seemed to be asleep, but he was actually thinking about it. At this moment, he sat up and beckoned, "Come in!"

Xiang Feiyu came to the house and saw that the immortal master was drunk, and his face was full of respect.

"Immortal Master, in two hours it will be the Mountain God Sacrifice!"

"The clan elder sent me here, please ask the immortal master if he is interested in participating?"

Mountain God Festival!

Wang Hao was stunned when he heard this.

Xiang Feiyu explained. In this Mangshan immortal settlement, there is a mountain temple built, offering incense, and the gods are blessed, so that the immortals can live and work in peace and contentment, and are not disturbed by powerful monsters.

"It's ...... Mountain God?" Wang Hao was skeptical.

"Yes. ”

Xiang Feiyu's tone was affirmative. Not only that, but he had also seen the mountain god appear with his own eyes, and more than once. According to the rules handed down by the ancestors, every three years, the mountain temple will hold a grand celebration, and each village in Mangshan will take out rich offerings to present to the mountain god.

On this night, the mountain god appeared to the spirit, feasted on the offerings, and accepted the worship of all the people.

"Sacrifice...... Worship...... Mountain Temple......"

Hearing this, Wang Hao vaguely had an answer in his heart, but only by seeing the mountain god sacrifice with his own eyes could he determine the inference in his heart.

At nightfall. Bonfires are lit to light up the villages located in the Mangshan Basin.

In the center of the basin, not far from Xiangjiazhuang, a stone temple was established. The scale is not large, and the layout is a little simple, but there are tens of thousands of people gathered in all directions.

"Huangzhuang coerced the sacrifice and offered the mountain god!"

"Plum Tree Village coerces sacrifices and offers to the mountain gods!"

......

The singing is endless. A team of immortals carried sacrifices and entered the temple to present them. The people of Xiangjiazhuang are also among them, carrying the pig monster hunted by the day, respectfully, and offering to the mountain god.

"The sacrifices are all Jindan level monsters!"

"The best prey is dedicated to the god of the mountain...... Otherwise, the mountain gods will be angry, the village will suffer, and the people and animals will be restless!"

Wang Hao hid in the crowd, looking at the offerings piled up inside and outside the temple, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The immortals don't know how to practice, and they can't notice anything unusual. But this mountain temple fell in his eyes, but it was a different situation.

If there is a black gas, like a mist, enveloping the entire temple.

There is a demonic spirit!

Mountain gods?

Hehe, shit, it's just a demon!