"Great, great, where are the immortals!"

Before anyone arrived, the urgent voice came first, and the shouting was very loud, as if it was afraid that others would not know, and even attracted sporadic tourists to stop and watch, which caused Chu Wangxian to be very displeased.

Outside the Heavenly Master Palace, a group of more than ten humanitarians lined up in two columns, hurrying to the wind and fire, and their footsteps were hurried.

When the first person had eyes like an angry dragon, he was dressed in a gossip robe, wearing a scarf, stepping on a pair of green shoes, and carrying a peach wood sword in his right hand.

This person is the Taoist master of Heming Mountain, the head of Taiyuan Dao.

Taiyuan Taoist is about fifty years old, has never left Heming Mountain for 200 miles, has been cultivating here all his life, is very famous near Heming Mountain, the best is to chase ghosts, ten miles and eight towns are famous.

Even if there are high-rollers from other places who come to the door with millions of banknotes in their hands and ask Taiyuan Dao Chang to go out of the mountain to chase ghosts, they have never succeeded, because this is the rule of Heming Mountain.

Heming Mountain has a special mission of Daomen, and it is impossible to go out of the mountain to become famous, which is also one of the reasons why the reputation of Daomen Ancestral Court is not obvious.

"Immortal...... Immortals!"

Daoist Taiyuan crossed the threshold and saw Chu Wangxian, standing on the spot, but his throat was like a fish in his throat, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Chu Wangxian and Su Sujin were too young, wearing shirts and trousers, exactly the same as ordinary tourists, this is an immortal?

They all looked at Qingsong Dao Chief, and said in their hearts, You are anxious and roaring that the immortal is coming, and there seems to be a sarcasm in their eyes and asking, Is this an immortal?

If it weren't for the fact that they were all fifty or sixty-year-old old men, the city government was quite deep, and they would definitely be questioned on the spot at this moment.

Qingsong Daoist was aggrieved in his heart and kept silent.

He is not without a purpose, the last words passed down by generations of ancestors, seeing that the seventy-second sign of the ancestor is the arrival of the immortals, this is the roar of the master.

"Lord, this is an immortal!" Qing Song Dao pointed at Chu Wangxian Dao.

"You read that right?"

Daoist Taiyuan glanced at Chu Wangxian again, and he was even more suspicious in his heart, and he couldn't help but go up and down in his heart. He believed that Daoist Qingsong would not lie, but he suspected that the patriarch's last words had been leaked, and Chu Wangxian and Su Sujin were liars.

With today's technology, it should be possible to write by ignition in the air.

He glanced at a younger Taoist priest beside him and asked him to come forward and test him.

"Poor and poor, I don't know what mountain masters the two are, what is the matter with coming to my Heming Mountain?"

This Taoist priest, who is less than 1.6 meters tall, looks like a practitioner at first glance, with strong arms and round thighs, which is very appropriate to describe as a tiger's back and a bear's waist.

Shaokang Dao is not very old, he looks like he is about thirty, and he leans forward fiercely to try Chu Wangxian's quality.

"Presumptuous!"

Su Sujin took a step forward and slapped his palms together, and the young Kang Daoist was slapped away and hit the wall.

She didn't use the palm technique, but her qi refining cultivation was enough to have the power of a thousand catties, and ordinary mortal masters were opponents.

"It's so strong, it's the power of immortals. ”

Everyone was even more frightened by Su Sujin's hand, and their faces turned pale.

"Su Sujin, don't kill people. ”

Chu Wangxian was too lazy to ramble, flicked his fingers, and pressed down with a sense of power, "Your Yin Hall is not only black, but also has a ghostly aura, I'm afraid it's a big disaster." ”

Taiyuan Daoist only felt that his heart was tight, as if he had been pinched, and his breathing was uncomfortable, and then he looked at Chu Wangxian, and saw that his eyes were like torches, illuminating the Heavenly Master Palace, and he quickly knelt down with a pop.

"Immortal Mingjian, please save us. ”

"Have you come out? How long has it been. Chu Wangxian frowned and asked.

Daoist Taiyuan was overjoyed in his heart, knowing that Chu Wangxian had something to say, and sure enough, it was the person he was waiting for, so he hurriedly replied: "It's been half a year." ”

"Half a year?" Chu Wangxian groaned slightly, turned his head and asked the Taiyuan Guan Lord, "You don't need to ask Shentai to send a letter?"

"I started the ceremony, but I didn't hear back, but I'm finally waiting for you. Lord Taiyuan said happily, kneeling on the ground to see more respect.

Chu Wangxian's heart sank, things were quite bad.

"Let's go, go directly to the shrine. ”

Heming Mountain Taoist Temple, in addition to being the place where Zhang Daoling preached, was also the location of the seventy-two cave seals, sealing the first batch of sweet witches of the Daomen, the heroes of the founding of the Daomen, and the seventy-two witches.

At that time, when the seal was laid, it was too hasty, and the seal could not be damaged forever, if the seal was broken, the power of the seventy-two Gan surnamed Wu clan would penetrate through, making Heming Mountain full of ghosts.

Therefore, as a prison, the Daomen Ancestral Court is really not suitable for development.

The successive Heavenly Masters of the Daomen didn't want to stay in Heming Mountain. Later, it was moved to Longhu Mountain as a holy place for Daomen.

The ancestors of the past dynasties in Heming Mountain said that once the seal of the seventy-two witches showed signs of breaking, the Taoist of the Taoist Temple of Heming Mountain went to ask the god to do the law and tell Zhang Daoling about it, and he sent someone down to the earth to re-strengthen the seal.

Chu Wangxian was naturally clear about this matter, because the whole thing was planned by him.

When he came now, it was when the seal of the Seventy-Two Witches was loosened and the Taiyuan Dao was in a hurry.

"Immortals, this is the place, seventy-two caves!"

The Daoists followed Chu Wangxian and walked quickly to a dark cave in the mountain behind Heming Mountain.

This cave does not know the depth, only to see the cave smoke, from time to time there is the sound of ghosts crying wolves, it looks extremely terrible.

Black smoke billowed from the depths of the cavern, like smoke from a burning fire, and gray white shadows appeared in it.

"Immortals, be careful, there are ancient demons suppressed in the seventy-two caves, and I cast spells before, but in vain. ”

Taiyuan Daoist only knows one and does not know the other, and it is even more impossible for the Taoist ancestors of the past dynasties to pass on the truth, and only a story of ancient evil ghosts sealed in Heming Mountain.

He waved the peachwood sword in his hand to fight, the blade of the peachwood sword was already half-black, eroded, and it was obviously a waste weapon.

In the past year, Taiyuan Daoist has tried all kinds of methods, arranging formations and casting spells, but as a result, there is no way to deal with the ghost qi in the cave, but the ghost qi is getting heavier and heavier.

Just now, he joined forces with all his junior disciples to cast a spell, and he was even more disgraced.

A gust of wind blew from the depths of the cave, rolling black smoke towards Chu Wangxian, and there seemed to be a pair of ghost hands grabbing it in the black smoke, like ghost hand Guanyin, which was even more terrifying.

"Get out!"

Chu Wangxian took a heavy step, his eyes flashed with electric marks, and his whole body bloomed with dazzling blue light, as if the thunder god had descended into the world, shooting out a thunder arc from him.

The power of its thunder and lightning was unstoppable, spreading along the rock wall of the cave, and tens of meters long arcs shot out like a long whip whipping the ghost in the black mist, and hundreds of arcs shot out in one second.

With a burst of wails, the ghost mist quickly receded and fled to the depths of the seventy-two caves.

"This is an immortal method. ”

Taiyuan Dao Chang's eyes were excited, and he looked at Chu Wangxian even more respectfully, his body released thunder and lightning, and he killed the ghost with a gesture, which was 100% an immortal.

You must know that when they cast spells and talismans, these fierce ghosts are extremely ferocious, dare to attack them, and at night, they are even more arrogant, forcing them to flee in embarrassment.