The breeze blew through the corner of the Tired Ridge, dispersed the black fog, and on the side of the sky, an ancient mountain appeared, and the phantom gradually solidified from the initial haze.

Zihuan connected to the sky, as if it was connected to the boundless sky, and then connected to the earth, and the phantom of a mountain shocked the cultivation of the Quartet.

From time to time, the macro sound sounded from inside, and some fairy breath overflowed, constructing miracles.

A withered grass, a few drops of white mist brushed by, the original withered appearance gradually disappeared, and the drooping head was raised, lush green, full of vitality and vitality.

All the ancient trees in the vicinity seemed to be covered with a thin veil of light, glowing with streamers, and just a little breeze passed, so that the trees full of gloomy breath turned into crystal trees, flashing aura, hazy and beautiful.

Even the ancient beasts around them, their fierce eyes, gradually changed from the original scarlet to clear, they faded their anger, just like when they were first born, kind and simple, prostrate on the side, poking their cute heads, people will like these little beasts after a glance.

This is the breath of the fairy, as if it is a kind of creation, as the shadow of the purple mountain condenses, it continues to reveal, turning into ripples and scattering in all directions, creating all living beings and all spirits.

In a place where I was tired of the mountains, there was a group of people looking at the mountain that had manifested in the sky, with surprise and amazement on their faces.

Mo Ran and Kun Hu, and a little monk, the three of them talked for a long time and didn't come up with a result, but they all wanted to take a look, not to mention the ancient holy relics, just the manifestation of Zihuan Mountain shocked them very much.

The same is true of the original ones, and it has become such a strange combination as it is now.

"This is Zihuan Mountain?" the young man looked up, dumbfounded.

He had heard some rumors about this mountain, and he knew some along the way, so he was even more curious about this purple ancient mountain.

"I heard the bell, it's a big disaster."

"Little monk, you can rest, you haven't talked about this all the way, aren't you tired?" Kun Hu laughed.

They went all the way, and this monk said that the person's face was not good, that this person would have a big disaster, and now he said that the manifestation of the Purple Mountain phantom had a great disaster, and it was clear that he wanted to bluff people, so that he could get the fairy bell himself.

"I don't say anything, do you believe it or not" The little monk on the side, looking at the increasingly unbelieving appearance of several people, simply pretended to be lazy.

It is said that there are still a few people here who don't know this monk, although he did come out of Buddhism, and a set of rhetoric also made everyone feel convinced, but this was only at the beginning.

In the past few days, the little monk has removed those grievances and scriptures that he recited every day, and he is really no different from others.

Especially two days ago, when Mo Ran was roasting the animal's legs, this little monk actually secretly touched one, people said that Buddhism does not kill, but he didn't expect that a monk he had just seen would open meat in minutes, which made him dumbfounded for a while.

The most laughable thing is that the little monk has his own understanding of eating meat, which is called surpassing those dead beasts, not only creating others, but also making their deceased spirits complete, and even the people watching on the side were stunned for a long time.

"What kind of breath is this, so comfortable"

A faint white mist drifted in, and many people felt it, and the body and mind seemed to be purified, which made people very hearty and enjoyable.

"My original injuries are healed?" someone exclaimed, after the white fog came, some of the injuries that had not been healed were slowly recombined until they healed, which was incredible.

"Is this from Zihuan Immortal Mountain?" Mo Ran also felt something, these white mist were very faint, passing with the wind, just for an instant.

But that kind of immortal aura is hard not to notice, and it seems to have a kind of magic that makes people feel at ease.

What shocked him even more was that where this white mist passed, Qi Qi had a miracle, because they saw some ancient trees and grasses nearby, and even the fierce beasts had changed.

The black grass gradually shed the blood stains stained by the disgusting mountains, as if it was being reborn, the ancient trees moved with the wind, and there was a pleasant fragrance emanating from them, and some dormant beasts nearby were originally eyeing each other, but now there was no murderous aura.

All these changes only happened as the shadow of the mountain appeared and the white mist drifted by, giving them a feeling that this place was no longer a weary mountain, but a pure land.

"The rumored Zihuan Immortal Mountain is indeed magical, this is the power of creation" Kun Hu exclaimed, and then closed his eyes to understand.

After all, this kind of white mist qi floated out of the Zihuan Mountain, which can revive all things and shed the evil qi, which is a kind of creation for the monks, so many people are like him, and they all choose to sit cross-legged on the side to understand.

However, it is a pity that this white mist breath is only instantaneous just now, and everyone has waited for a long time and no longer has the same breath coming, but their eyes did not show disappointment, but more fiery!

Now that just the shadow of the mountain has such a wonderful power revealed, then what will happen to the side of Zihuan Mountain? It must be an earth-shattering creation!

"This is the bait of the devil, luring the monk to go, to kill a domain" The little monk opened his eyes, burned a few traces of spiritual light, and began to chant again.

"Little monk, I don't believe in any evil ancient saints now, otherwise how could there be such a strange mist of creation?" someone spoke, smiled faintly, and looked at the mountain shadows in the sky in a daze, showing fanaticism.

Originally, they only heard that there were ancient holy relics manifested in Zihuan Mountain, and the souls were raging, and then there was this little monk chattering, and they couldn't help but believe some in their hearts, but now they have completely different views.

If this ancient saint was infected with evil during his lifetime and turned into a demon after death, then how can this aura of creation be explained?

"Little monk, you say this is a magic bait?" Mo Ran said in a deep voice, frowning slightly between his eyebrows, thinking about something in his heart.

To be honest, it was hard for him to believe that although they went to this Zihuan Mountain together, some of the news they had heard was different, which made him inevitably suspicious.

The little monk said that it was the burial place where the ancient saints were infected with evil and turned into demons after death, and the others, some said that they were the most evil, because they had heard that someone had seen the soul.

But there are still some people who go purely for the ruins and ancient mountains, and they don't know if they are infected with the Demon at all.

If it weren't for a few people going together, many things would not have been revealed to others so quickly, but now that they are all clear, even the shadow of Zihuan Mountain has been manifested, and the power of creation has surfaced, and all this is even more difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

"What I hear is the sadness of the bell, the macro sound is resentment, only people in Buddhism can understand" The little monk looked solemn, this time he seemed to be telling the truth, different from usual.

Perhaps because of this, his words surprised many people and made them a little more confused.

"Whether it's a place of great calamity or not, it's better to go over there" The crowd was silent for a long time, and someone spoke.

"Indeed, if it is really a creation, if you miss it, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

"That's right, now that Zihuan Mountain has appeared at this time, it just so happens that the Venerable Saint cannot be born, it is our opportunity to fight, and we can't let go of anything."

"It's a big deal that when you get there, if it's really a fierce place, just go back"

Many people then spoke out and expressed their opinions, but the final result was unified, at least they decided to go to Zihuan Mountain to have a look first, otherwise no one would be reconciled.

The spiritual light flashed, constantly shining in all directions of the Disgusting Mountains, and the mysterious mist spread away, alarming too many people, especially the appearance of the mountain shadow, so that many monks who did not know the direction were overjoyed, and they all flew away to that place.

And this time, it's not just the monks of the Three Cities, it's more of those demon clans!

This is the Disgusting Mountains, this is the territory of the demon clan, if it is said who first discovered that Zihuan Mountain, it is most likely that it is also the cultivation of the demon clan!

Under the ancient mountain, the purple phantom floats, constantly condensed, and there is a trace of mysterious breath revealed, and now here, there have long been many monks who have stopped and sat cross-legged on the side.

However, they are not the cultivators of the Three Cities, but the people of the Demon Clan, Jie Tianjiao!

"How much time is there left, this mountain will open?" A young man with two wings, his eyes were dark, looking at the shadow of the purple mountain in front of him.

"In less than three days, if it weren't for the fact that the Zihuan Immortal Mountain manifested too quickly this time, causing the news to be revealed, the Terrans would not have learned so quickly."

"The main thing is to let that one person run away, but I didn't expect us to intercept it"

Dozens of Tianjiao, and even more people, all of them are sitting here, their number is still increasing, and what is amazing is that there is not a single Terran cultivator here!

"Terran monks, come and kill one by one, this is the creation of our demon race, how can they be allowed to take it?" a strong man said in a deep voice, killing appeared between his eyebrows, and what was even more terrifying was his breath, like a dormant beast, just looking at it would make people's hearts tremble.

"She's here too?"

A flute floated up, echoing here leisurely, like a dancing spiritual sound, a black feather fell, accompanied by a bewitching posture appeared, strolling forward, alarming several people here.

"Su Yilong" originally closed his eyes, and all looked over, revealing a look of jealousy.

None of them had ever heard of this woman, but recently she suddenly became a saint of a clan, and she continued to kill in the Disgusting Mountains, and the name of blood made them not to be underestimated.

What's even more terrifying is that this woman actually went to Demon Moon Mountain to worship the mountain to challenge the current demon saint Ji Yao, which is no different from looking for death in their eyes.

But in the end, this woman didn't have anything to do, which surprised many people, and they were even more deeply jealous.

With the arrival of Su Yilong, there were a lot of streamers everywhere, all of them were some demon clan monks with powerful breaths, and they all stopped outside the Purple Mountain Phantom, waiting for the final condensation of this shadow.

However, a day later, the hidden aura in the distant sky made the demon monks here look over.

Because there was more than one person who came from afar, and it was not their demon clan, this was the number of Tianjiao of the three cities of the human race, and now they all came!

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