It was the sunset, the forest was dyed, the man was in a black robe, with empty sleeves, alone, into the white dragon demon mountain where the demonic aura hung in the sky, the thunder was rolling, and the beasts roared.

The afterglow of the sunset, the back of the lining, is extremely lonely!

There is no way out for the rivers and lakes to retreat, and his disciple in the Ghost Valley will have to fight for the last dignity after all, and count it as the last destiny!

On that day and night, in the sky above the periphery of the White Dragon Demon Mountain, a thick starlight suddenly descended from the starry sky, breaking through the demon clouds and penetrating the heavens and the earth.

It flickered away, like a hallucination.

It's just that the glowing star outside the sky is bewitching as if it is about to drip blood!

"Haha. ”

The birds flew in fright, and a hoarse and desolate laugh suddenly sounded in the dark and gloomy woods.

"If only one person in the world believed in me, it would be fine...."

Then there was a faint murmur, full of sadness, and then the voice fell silent abruptly.

The forest fell silent.

...........

The next day, before dawn, the sun and the moon alternated, and when the sky was slightly drunk, a large group of men and horses rushed to the 100,000 reckless mountains.

There are dozens of people in Haohao soup, men, women and children, in the slightly drunk sky, stepping on mountains and mountains, such as entering the flat ground, each with a qi machine, all of them are people in the cultivation.

These people are the masters of the rivers and lakes who followed closely all the way, chasing and killing Wang Yujing, a disciple of Guigu, gathered and scattered, and there were so many people!

Some of these people are for the sake of fame in the rivers and lakes, some are because of the nameless mountain bloodshed a few years ago, and some are purely to catch up with the excitement of the rivers and lakes.

Among these people, there is only one woman who is the most special, she is Wang Lingxiang, the descendant of the Guigu Wang family, who was wiped out.

After that, this woman has been incognito for several years, secretly looking for the traitor who destroyed the Wang family, but she has never found any news of the other party, and the other party seems to have evaporated.

It wasn't until Wang Yujing came out of the mountain that the bitter hatred of the family's collapse finally gave her a chance to vent, and she came forward to once again pierce the taboo topic that no one wanted to mention, shaking the cultivation world, and pointing the finger at the traitor who swept almost half of the cultivation world, so that Wang Yujing fell into an endless pursuit.

Now that the other party has no way out, her revenge is about to be achieved.

"After this fang failed to ask to see Jiang Zhenren from Longhu Mountain, he avoided the pursuit all the way and came here, thinking that he still did not give up, and wanted to see Jiang Zhenren who was hidden in the world, and sought refuge. ”

"This thief has a good plan, hmph, but in this world, Jiang Zhenren can shelter him. ”

"It's just that this person went to Longhu Mountain and claimed to have used the skill of divination to predict that there would be a catastrophe in the future, and wanted to see Jiang Zhenren, so persistent, is it true... It is rumored that the art of the Ghost Valley ....." These cultivators were running through the mountains and mountains, talking to each other, and when they spoke, some were not good, some sneered, and of course, some were inevitably a little suspicious.

"Hmph, a traitor who killed the master, and the evil words confused the people and killed countless rebellious ministers and thieves who practiced before, can you believe what he says?"

One of them interrupted angrily, and then couldn't help but glance at the woman of the Guigu Wang family who had been running alone in the distance, and there was an inexplicable meaning in her eyes.

In this way, half an hour later, the group rushed to Wutong Mountain, which was a vast smoke and a holy place for Kyushu cultivation.

At this time, the early yang has just risen, the golden light is ten thousand ways, and this line of mixed cultivators has come to the foot of the mountain, whether it is a famous person, a person with a good reputation, or a person who is unruly in the rivers and lakes, and speaks freely, he unconsciously silenced his voice, straightened his back, and did not dare to make a mistake here.

There are many people who come for the first time, a little nervous, and a little expectant.

Among them, the person with the highest cultivation and the most high morality is a monk wearing a yellow robe, wide ears and a fat body, and a hidden golden light on the skin of his body, which is quite majestic.

This monk law number Xuankong, is the Middle Earth Buddhism King Kong Temple in the people, not long ago, King Kong Temple shot to encircle and suppress Wang Yujing, Wang Yujing broke his arm with a broken arm, it was this monk who broke one of the other party's arms.

The Bodhisattva is compassionate, the King Kong is angry, this monk is quite stylish.

Led by Xuankong, he bowed to Wutong Mountain, and then shouted loudly to Wutong Mountain.

There was no movement for a long time.

"Jiang Zhenren shouldn't be there, it is rumored that the three hundred innates of Longhu Mountain have long disappeared, and they are hidden from the world, and the real people should have taken them overseas to cultivate. ”

The other, a congenital master with withered hair and a childish face and a short face, saw this, and couldn't help but sigh:

"I really envy the Daomen of Longhu Mountain, with the guidance of land immortals like Jiang Zhenren, the Daomen is prosperous and transcendent. ”

The words were full of envy and respect, and in a short period of time, they brought out the three hundred innate innates, shocking the world. Today's Longhu Mountain Daomen in Kyushu has a status beyond the world and cannot be shaken.

When the other people heard this, they all thought so.

"What Daoyou said is that when you come here, you don't dare to lose your courtesy. Xuankong nodded.

Of course, this intelligence monk Xuankong has also heard of it, but in case Jiang Zhenren, who doesn't ask about the world, is here, so as not to lose the courtesy.

At this moment, a strange cry like the crowing of a rooster and the strange cry of a night owl fell from the sky.

Everyone looked up, and a palm-sized, emerald green bird flew from the northwest, circled the crowd, and then landed on a woman's shoulder.

"Wang Daoyou, but there is the whereabouts of the thief?"

The group recognized this beautiful bird as the bitter lord Suzuka.

(The state is slowly looking for it, dry your throat first)