There are many temples in Lingyin Temple, and there are many disciples.

It's just that a big event happened in front of the pagoda today, and many people went there, close to the patriarch's hall, and the disciples who stayed behind in the past can't see any of them now.

A half-human-tall civet cat landed in front of the hall, the corners of its mouth sniffing slightly. Xiushu.com

After a while, a beautiful woman in white followed.

It was the willow.

"You have such a smart nose? You're a cat, not a tengu, so there's something worth looking for."

Yang Liu looked around, it was empty, and there was no movement in the entire hall except for a few wisps of smoke.

The civet cat got into a fight with the strange man from Liubo Mountain, and they clamored that there was something here that attracted it.

Even the shapeshifting is hard to maintain.

That's why Yang Liu came to this ancestral hall with it, wanting to see what it was.

When the civet heard the woman's question, he couldn't maintain his transformation and couldn't speak, so he just grabbed the woman's dress with his mouth and moved desperately into the hall.

Yang Liu couldn't help but knock on its head, and said slightly angrily, "A girl's dress, can you pull it at will? I won't let go yet."

The civet dog does not let go.

Yang Liu squatted down and asked seriously, "Are you sure there is something in the Patriarch Hall that is attracting you?" This is Lingyin Temple, if something happens to you and me, Senior Brother Shen Yu's current situation, there will be no time to save us."

The civet stared at it, and the inky eyes were about to reach the sky, as if to say that I was covering you, what are you afraid of.

Yang Liu patted its head and said helplessly: "Okay, believe you for the time being, hmph, this is the ancestor hall of the Lingyin Temple, the same as the ancestor hall of our Taoist sect, don't cause trouble."

The civet grinned, tilted its head and led the way.

Yang Liu cautiously followed behind him.

Walk up the stairs and enter the main hall.

A man and a beast stepped through ten thousand golden lights, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and Yang Liu saw an unimaginable scene.

She looked up and saw a large flat open field in front of her, and countless human bones, ritual weapons, Buddha treasures, prayer beads, gold and silver were scattered on the ground.

"Roar!"

The civet roared forward.

With a sound, a mountain of bones in front of him began to slide and collapse.

After a few breaths, a huge head like a mountain was lifted out of the small mountain full of bones, and the monster's whole body exuded a golden luster, and the whole body seemed to be bathed in the twilight sunset, holy and compassionate.

What is strange is that those dark eyes show an inverted triangle, and they have a terrifying eye.

Yang Liu stood dumbfounded, estimating that this guy had to cultivate for at least thousands of years to grow so big, after all, Su Mo had told himself that the monsters in the world grew up very quickly in the first hundred years, and it would be difficult to grow up in the next few hundred years.

Facing this monster that looked like a dragon and not a dragon, the civet was not afraid, and took a step forward with its forelimbs, and kept roaring at the other party.

Yang Liu asked in a trembling voice, "What is this guy?"

Different from the previous sound, this sentence Yang Liu uses an extremely ancient syllable, as if it does not exist in the world, and it is somewhat similar to the slang of Buddhism.

In Feilai Peak, Shen Yu once taught some language to communicate with demons, this kind of syllable, Shen Yu said that day was extremely understated.

"About the whole world, only two or three demons don't care."

In the entire Spirit Wilderness, the Demon Domain, and the Five Continents, the number of demons is almost endless, and there are only two or three who can not care about this kind of communication.

After Yang Liu listened, his face was full of disbelief.

Because according to her understanding, Shen Yu's communication with demons is usually not very good, for example, the guy who only stayed in Chang'an City and was named Li Fugui was impressed by this kind of communication.

Sure enough, a strange scene appeared.

I saw a dragon-like monster in the distance suddenly lift

head, and then slammed into another mountain of bones, letting out a roar of pain.

After a few moments, the dragon did not stop, and recoiled its head, its entire shocking body standing upright, frantically thinking of a man and a beast crashing into it. Xiushu.com

The civet didn't hesitate to leap up.

Yang Liu's mouth moved slightly, and a series of complex syllables sounded again.

The same scene as before reappeared.

As if under some kind of huge attack, the dragon's body slammed into the ground, and countless broken stone bones scattered in all directions, and countless smoke and dust instantly filled the field, and the ground shook the mountains.

The dragon's eyes completely showed a crazy look, and let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

Yang Liu exhaled softly, and burst out a few syllables again.

Bang!

Bang!

…

More than a dozen times like this, dozens of huge craters were smashed out of the originally flat ground, and the hills where bones and Buddha treasures were piled up collapsed one after another.

In the end, the dragon finally lost its previous fierce aura, and stood miserably to the side, its eyes full of terrified fear.

There was also a hint of pleading that could not be concealed.

It was as if it had foreseen that it would soon die under the sword of the woman in front of it.

Yang Liu didn't have a trace of fear in her heart, if she had been pulled into this ancestral hall by the civet before, and saw those bone mountains, the woman would have wanted to turn around and leave.

But after those syllables frightened the dragon, they stopped worrying.

Yang Liu lowered his head and asked, "The thing you sensed, is that guy?"

The civet nodded.

Yang Liu looked at the dragon in front of him, his mind constantly flipping, trying to find out some information about it from his already small knowledge.

A moment later.

Yang Liu sighed and said faintly, "No impression, do you know what it is?"

The civet raised its head, and its eyes rolled white.

This woman thought that she had read a lot of books from Su Mo and knew something about the dragon in front of her.

Hearing her question at this moment, the civet sighed, its front paws scratching the ground.

Yang Liu snorted lightly, waved her sleeve, and a three-foot long sword appeared on her right hand.

She flicked the blade of her sword slightly. With a crisp sword roar, excitement gradually appeared in the woman's eyes.

She had been practicing for more than ten years, but she had never come down the mountain.

If he hadn't met Shen Yu, he would have died in the dilapidated house of Cuizhu Peak many years ago because the natal sword was taken away.

The sword in his hand now was brought back by Shen Yu from under the mountain, and it is said to come from the hands of a sword cultivator with an extremely high realm, named Fine Snow.

At this moment, the sword qi was like frost, and in the mist, it looked extremely dazzling.

It's just that Yang Liu's mind is now on the dragon.

Without a sword in your hand, you will naturally be afraid.

With a sword in his hand, Yang Liu thought that even several other holy places could break through.

For her, it is indeed very pleasant and relaxed to water flowers and grass in Feilai Peak all day long, Su Mo once said that Fei Lai Feng's character is her character.

Gentle, kind.

The weather in the flight also changes according to her mood.

But the girl always wants to travel with a sword and do some big things like Yu Wenwen and Shang Yingluo.

Many years ago, Yang Liu even fantasized that one day he would be able to become a world-famous female true immortal like the Lord of the Duzhen Palace.

Roar!

A low roar broke Willow's thoughts.

She looked at it, and her face lacked a hint of strangeness.

I saw the head of the giant dragon in front of me lying on the ground, and its whole body lying on its back, revealing its slightly pale belly.

And its eyes looked at itself, full of pleading and puzzlement, as if to say that I admit defeat, stop fighting.

Yang Liu froze, the power of the dragon before was much weaker than even the ordinary Upper Three Realm cultivators, and when she first came in, she even turned around and fled from here.

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Ryu thought for a moment and said, "You're begging me to take you out?"

When the dragon heard this, his eyes were full of affirmation, for some reason he had been trapped here for nearly a thousand years, and he saw the corpses of countless monks being thrown here every day.

Along with them, there are also Buddhist treasures and ritual tools that they possessed before they died.

These things are like garbage in its eyes, and if it weren't for the promises of the past, who would have guarded these dry bones here.

Yang Liu saw that it was silent for a long time, and was about to speak, when the civet cat beside him suddenly exploded and flew towards the dragon in the distance.

Roar!

….

There is no day or night in the depths of Lingshan.

The sky has a grey sheen, with a hint of oppression in the darkness.

Shen Yu looked quietly ahead.

He didn't care how high their cultivation was, and what kind of appalling level their realm had reached.

Because for countless years, for that answer, Shen Yu has seen too many such strong people.

With the current realm strength, every time you ask the sword, it is a life and death decision.

The Demon Ancestor missed the old love, so Shen Yu left that terrifying place lightly.

The sword god was eroded by heaven and earth and lost his will, if it hadn't opened the long river of time to attract Taixuan out of the sword, Shen Yu was afraid that he would stay in Fuyao Mountain forever.

In this way, he was trapped in cause and effect, and his cultivation was lost.

Before coming to Lingyin Temple, Su Mo once asked, "What is the little junior brother looking for?" Could it be that in this world, there are still secrets that the nine holy places can't unravel?"

Shen Yu said at that time, "Yes, and there are a lot of them."

There are too many secrets in this world, and it doesn't just involve the Taixuan Dao Master, Shen Yu.

It also involves the temple on the Firmament Mountain, the leader of the Land of Thousand Rivers, the reason why the path of ascension is broken.

Shen Yu wanted to figure out these things, and for this, even if he paid for his life, he didn't care.

Therefore, in front of him, the general trend has reached the appearance of the three people, and Shen Yu may think that he can know something from their mouths about three thousand years ago.

"Don't eat me!" The old monk standing in front of the thatched hut suddenly opened his mouth.

The next moment, his body couldn't help twisting, and several streaks of blood burst out from his hands, thighs, and neck. Ь.

Shen Yu frowned slightly.

"Patriarch, the general trend is the ancestor, save me, I am willing to guard the Spirit Mountain for three thousand years, save me!" The old monk's voice was no longer hoarse, but became extremely sharp, as piercing as two swords rubbing against each other.

The general trend was so indifferent that the three of them turned a blind eye to the old monk's pleas.

Seeing this, the old monk turned around and shouted at Shen Yu, "It's you, it's the evil beast you brought, do you know that if you let it recover the ancestral bloodline, no one will be able to suppress it anymore."

Shen Yu didn't speak, just silently watched the old monk in front of him being devoured, and let the poignant voice permeate the entire space.