In the stone cave, the little frog quietly watched the stone crane released from the cage and lying on the ground softly.

The size of an ordinary crane, without a black and white feathers and a blood-red crane top, the whole body is dark and green, as if it is carved from bluestone, and a pair of crane eyes are tightly closed.

Now this stone crane can only lie on its stomach, and from time to time it makes a low sound, because there is a big hole in its back, which seems to be pierced by a spear, if it is really a crane, it should have gone to Huangquan a long time ago.

"The little girl who has no internal breath can practice to this point, which is worthy of Zhongli Jiu's own training. ”

Peng Xinglai shook his head and sighed, took out the blood red jade in his arms, and a faint black gas floated out between his fingers, with a faint chaotic suction.

The slender bloodshot was climbing from the surface of the jade pendant, slowly drifting into the air, and then entangled and climbed together, a faint coldness drifted away, and after a while, it condensed into a drop the size of a soybean, round and blood-red.

The drop of blood floated in the air, slowly turning, and the surrounding snowflakes condensed, and did not fall, but just flew around the drop of blood.

"Dragon's blood?"

Nodding, Peng Xinglai looked at the little frog and was quite satisfied,

"It seems that Monk Daoyana has taught you a lot of things, which is very good. ”

The blood of the cold dragon, which he brought out from southern Xinjiang with great hardship and serious injuries.

Thinking of Southern Xinjiang, Peng Xinglai's eyes flashed with cold light, the enemy had never lived himself, but his disciples were also very human, he lost a game in a gamble back then, and most of this revenge had to be avenged by his own disciples.

Originally, he thought it was good to hold jade, whether it was the qualifications or the grudge against southern Xinjiang, but unfortunately he couldn't wait, fortunately, this little monk of Jiming Temple was so smart, and he was the body of the fairy spirit respected in the classics, and it was not impossible to be the most outstanding immortal in this ancient world, ten years, enough.

With a flick of his fingers, the drop of dragon blood gently floated into the big hole on the stone crane's back, and the black gas spread between the fingers, flashing a cloud of blue and gray dust, which seemed to be stone powder, and disappeared into the hole with the drop of blood.

Between breaths, the gun hole behind the stone crane slowly became smaller and gradually disappeared, and a breath on the stone crane slowly increased, from the initial weakness, slowly became abundant, and gradually surging like the sea.

The pair of crane eyes suddenly opened in the churning sea of qi, blood red, and the frenzied aura with the murderous aura of the slaughter was not stopped.

Hehe smiled, Peng Xinglai waved his hand, the stone crane disappeared, the little frog was slightly stunned, and was about to turn his head to search, only to hear a sharp crane chirping from the stone cave overhead.

Peng Xinglai put up his hands and glanced around, his old state was completely gone, and his voice was cold,

"Du Mu, you can just drag Zhang Tie. ”

"Yes. ”

"Lin Ti, you disturb the battle formation. ”

"Yes. ”

"Uribazi, you guard the Immortal Mountain, wait for my order. ”

"Yes. ”

Looking at the little monk with his head bowed and folded, Peng Xinglai smiled hoarsely,

"When the immortal mountain rises, with Zhongli Jiuyi, let it soar for nine days, and don't think about damaging my Penglai Immortal Mountain. Haha"

Fengxiang Peak, in front of Sanmao Palace.

Yongle Emperor Zhu Di seemed to be quite interested, moved a table on the side of the cliff, put a large jar of wine on the table, and returned two unopened large jars on the table.

The sky is bright in the distance, only the top of Qixia Mountain, the dark clouds are getting thicker, from gray to black, Zhu Di is condescending, looking at the black clouds above Tiger Mountain from a distance faintly flashing with electric light, dull thunder, sighing,

"Thunder isn't going to slash this way, is it?"

Zhong Lijiu chuckled,

"No, it won't. ”

Seeing the emperor pick up the wine jar and take a sip of it, there was a majestic man standing beside him, carrying a wide and thick knife, a pair of wolf eyes, a tiger's back and a strong waist, and when he stepped forward, he was about to open his mouth to speak.

"You are the commander of the Jinyi Guard, not an old eunuch, if you want to take care of Lao Tzu, go over there and castrate yourself. ”

Without looking back, Zhu Di stretched out his hand and pointed to a big stone in the corner of the outer wall of Sanmao Palace. The commander of Jinyiwei, Ji Gang, the boss of Jinyiwei, his face was suddenly dull, and he naturally didn't want to give himself a knife to his important parts, so he could only take a step back and stand with his head down.

"Mr. Jiu, you said that the immortal mountain is in the belly of Hushan Mountain, and this thunderstorm can split the mountain rocks?"

Zhong Lijiu stood on the side of the mountain, looked at the thunder clouds, and said lightly,

"The heavenly machine cannot be leaked, and the heavenly machine cannot be hidden, the catastrophe is the breath traction, the copper and iron cannot be led away, the mountains and seas cannot be stopped, but the mountain will not collapse and crack, but the mountain is just a line. ”

Zhu Di nodded slightly, the wine in his mouth did not stop, and he was about to ask again, when the sound of breaking wind sounded, and several figures flashed, appearing behind Zhongli Jiu, bowing to the emperor, and then getting up, silent and speechless.

Zhu Di stared at the Tianwei White Tiger with a displeased face, and then looked at the grim faces behind her, and smiled softly,

"Rouge, you haven't been back to the palace for a long time. ”

Qixia Tiger Mountain, like a tiger descending the mountain, the tiger's butt is facing Fengxiang Peak, the head is holding the Qixia Temple at the foot of the mountain, the middle section of the tiger's back, there is a small mountain.

The hill is only 100 feet high, the mountain is gentle, the forest is red maple, the maple tree is full of medicinal herbs, the most peculiar thing is that the mountain stones are stacked like waves, and it is also called the stacked wave mountain.

On the top of the stacked waves, the thunder clouds are as black as ink, and the lightning rushes around, and the dull thunder resounds through the mountains, like a military drum.

At the foot of Qixia Temple, the water and land dojo that originally lasted for a month has only passed half a month.

Disturbed by Lei Sheng, in the chanting hall, a group of monks with smooth scalps and snow-white beards gradually stopped chanting, looked sideways outside the hall, and only saw the majestic black shadow of Taoism.

Heavy armor and guards, three layers inside and outside, the Qixia Temple is surrounded by impermeable wind, and no one is allowed to go out, and can only stay in the chanting hall.

The old abbot of Qixia Temple shook his head, suppressed the doubts in his heart, lowered his head and recited the scriptures again, and it was indeed a group of eminent monks.

At the foot of the Dielang Mountain, the red leaves and green grass surround a pool of lake water, the lake water is deep, a mass of turquoise, like the ground to open an eye, and like a peach blossom petal, so it is called Peach Blossom Lake.

On the shore of Peach Blossom Lake, in a pavilion, Tie Lingshuang carried the dragon crying blood, staring at the black clouds overhead, silent, and sighed in his ears.

"It's only been a few days, and I've seen so many monsters, Jinling is really amazing. ”

Glancing at Qi Chen, who was holding the hilt of the sword tightly beside him, his eyes were shining, and he sighed, Tie Lingshuang said coldly,

"In the hidden guard information, the sword slaves are generally Haoran Realm, Arhat Phase, different heights, but they all serve the knife with their bodies, which is close to the Demon Dao, and cannot be despised . ”

Qi Chen laughed,

"Who do I despise, when I get to Jinling, anyone can cut me with a knife, but I still thank Miss Tie for her guidance. ”

As he spoke, he reached into his arms, took out a bronze waist card and handed it to Tie Lingshuang.

Looking at the golden-winged Dapeng churning in the sea of fire above, it turned out that as early as when he gave the waist card, Zhongli Jiu's guy had already set a way for himself.

stretched his arm for a long time, only to see Tie Lingshuang's gloomy face, Qi Chen sighed,

"Tie Da girl, oh, it should be Tie Er girl, I think, you go to Yunnan, it will be much more convenient to have this brand. ”

This is not bad, Jin Yiwei will obey orders, and Xuanwei and Huang Wei's news can also be checked at any time, but if Zhong Lijiu finds his sister, with his current Taoism, what do he want to do, can he stop it?

Although under the Thousand Buddha Rock, he said that he would not interfere in his sister's affairs, but it still can't be reassured, there is no strength realm, and any promise is like an idle cloud in the sky, and the wind blows away.

After hesitating for a moment, Tie Lingshuang still reached out to take the demon card, looking at Qi Chen, who pursed his lips and couldn't help laughing, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, but there was no murderous aura, and he said lightly,

"Commander Qi Guard, maybe in the future, we will meet with swords. ”

Qi Chen laughed,

"When the time comes, please be merciful to Miss Tie Er. ”

Seeing the corners of Tie Lingshuang's mouth raised, Qi Chen got carried away, thinking of Qin Fusu last night, he turned his head and asked softly,

"Do you want to tell Brother Qin?"

Brother Qin, Tie Lingshuang frowned, remembering the city of Jinan back then, thinking of the snow Jiao thrush, and in the end, there was only a sea of fire in the sky, and he was angry.

"Shut up. ”

"Boom!"

A shining thunderbolt slashed through the mountainside of Tiger Mountain, a green smoke rose, and a crack broke straight to the top of the mountain, and a mournful scream pierced through the subtle cracks, echoing in the mountains.

At the foot of Erlong Mountain in Hangzhou Prefecture, he was almost struck by thunder, and he saw three thunderstorms at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain, Qi Chen consciously saw the world, and now he looked at the thunder on the top of the mountain, and he was not shocked.

As if thinking of something, he asked puzzledly,

"This is supposed to be the stone crane that was seriously injured by you, right?"

Seeing that Tie Lingshuang was just staring at the mountain, he couldn't help the doubts in his heart, stepped forward, and poured out his mind full of questions.

"I feel like they want to fly, as long as there are a lot of monsters, this one is still missing?

Tie Lingshuang was also thinking about it in his heart, this stone crane was seriously injured, and it should not have been able to attract thunder tribulation in a short period of time, so it should have used some genius earth treasure. But what the stupid big guy next to him said makes sense, is it necessary to wait for this stone crane?

Looking at the Dielang Mountain, the mountain stones are stacked layer by layer, like chains, slowly tightened, the foot of the mountain should be fifty zhang wide, and the top of the mountain should be thirty or forty zhang, like a wooden basin, buckled on the ground.

With this clear thunder, the mountain seems to be extremely painful, the whole body seems to have a halo of light fluctuations, the mountain rocks fall one after another, the branches are broken, and the crackling sound is non-stop.

"Huh? ”

Hearing Qi Chen shouting, Tie Lingshuang looked down, only to see the water of Peach Blossom Lake rippling with waves, strange yes, the middle of the lake is a square circle, the water surface is stable like a mirror, Tie Lingshuang turned over and swept onto the top of the pavilion.

Pentagonal shape, clear edges, the surrounding water splashes, chaotic breath comes, hot as fire, calm as stone, hard as gold, full of vitality like wood, flexible and kind like water.

"Boom!"

Overhead, another thunderbolt struck, Tie Lingshuang stared at the water surface, as the thunder entered the mountain, the edge of the water surface trembled slightly, and then stabilized, driving the middle water surface to ripple slightly, and disappeared in an instant.

The Five Elements Formation, this is the formation in the Qimen Dunjia that Old Man Wei said, or is it the first time I have seen it? It seems that it is enveloping the entire Dielang Mountain, this place, maybe the entrance, or it may be the eye of the formation.

It should be disturbed by the thunder of the sky, so it fluctuated, with the mountains and the lake are out of phase, since the escape array is here, the immortal mountain must also be here, there is no need to doubt it.

"Shall we step back a bit? What if all the monsters rush out of here?"

Qi Chen under the pavilion also reacted, and shouted towards the pavilion with a little anxiety, Tie Lingshuang stared at the lake and shook his head, and smiled coldly,

"You're still worried about the knife slaves, if the fish dies and the net is broken, these monsters should only be pressed under the mountain!"

Qi Chen under the pavilion muttered to himself, the moment this left commander came out, he disappeared, in case the immortals rushed out and sprayed themselves to death with one word, what should I do?

Just when I was worried about myself, the black clouds churning in the air suddenly suffocated, as if the sky and the earth were silent, only the lake was floating, and after a breath, a thunderbolt tore the tranquility,

"Boom!"

At the top of Fengxiang Peak, Rouge's face was cold, carrying a scimitar, standing aside and bowing his head silently, as if he had just given birth to an atmosphere.

Emperor Yongle was poetic, and regarded the thunderclouds in the sky as a side dish for wine, three white thunders fell, a jar of old wine went down to the stomach, Yixing was turbulent, strong and fierce, patting his thighs, chanting and singing,

Hanhai views the cold moon, and the top of the mountain listens to the thunder dragon.

Qingyun Dengxian Road, red dyed Xia Feng.

A poem, the voice is still lingering in the mountains, Zhu Di looked at Zhong Lijiu sideways, as if waiting for him to comment, Zhong Lijiu looked at the lake in the distance, his fingers groped for the hilt of the sword, and he was thinking about whether to ridicule or appreciate, a voice floated from the mountains,

"Hehe, it's okay to be an emperor, to be a poet, the last stream. ”

The voice was old, but it was extremely stable, and the comments were extremely serious, Zhong Lijiu smiled lightly and did not speak.

Zhu Di's sword eyebrows raised, looking up to the sky and smiling,

"Hahaha, thank you for the praise of Sect Master Penglai, I have three questions, and I ask the Sect Master to explain my doubts!"

"Please. ”

"Have you ever ridden the Crane Nine Heavens?"

"Yes. ”

"Can you see the South Heavenly Gate of Yunhai?"

"No, I didn't. ”

Emperor Yongle chuckled, shook his head, and asked lightly,

"Would you like to be an immortal in the world?"

On the back of Hushan Mountain, between the stacked waves, the rocks tremble, the lake is churning, and the ground is roaring like a dragon.

Gravel rolled down from the mountain, maple trees collapsed, blood red flew wildly, bluestone mountains shook, piercing roars, and the top of the mountain roars.

Two zhang huge dragon heads, the house is general, two one-zhang long blue gray dragon horns are sharp like guns, the mouth is wide open, the saber teeth are uneven, the sky is long roaring, and the dragon roars loudly.

The dragon head swings, the stacked waves of the mountain tremble, the stones splash, the cracks of the road are vertical and horizontal, and the huge stones are cut out one by one, and the sound of heavy grinding starts, one by one, converges into a long dragon entrenched.

Heaven and earth are arrayed, the mountain turns into a green dragon, between the two horns of the dragon's head, a figure slowly emerges, standing with his hands in his hands, his hair fluttering, his clothes hunting, looking up slightly, looking at the top of Fengxiang Peak,

"No. ”

The wine on the table was exhausted, and Emperor Yongle looked at the long dragon shouting at the foot of the mountain,

"It's a pity, a living history, just don't want to be in the world. Go ahead. ”