In front of Jiuyao Cave, a yellow-necked and white-bodied cattle heron was as stiff as a corpse.

Next to it, a white-tailed green snake that was as small as a fast child, was cocking the snake's body, spitting out a letter:

"Shengqu little god, dare to meet Mingchen Immortal."

"Daoist friends are well-informed, and they actually know that the poor Dao has settled here."

Before the people arrived, the voice had already come from the depths of the cave, and when the last syllable fell, Mo Chuan also gathered and transformed, revealing his figure in front of the cave.

The white-tailed little green dragon looked at Mo Chuan's inconspicuous appearance, and his heart was uneasy.

Who would have thought that the ghost who was talking and laughing the day before yesterday was actually a hidden immortal?

"Last night, the immortal chief turned into a hundred-foot giant, and he stepped on Xiaoyun Mountain, and the little god was in that mountain, and he could see it clearly, how could the news not be well-informed?"

"Really? I wonder what you're doing here?"

Mo Chuan looked at the white-tailed green snake one by one, nine sycophants in ten sentences, and it was pointless to talk awkwardly, so he simply got straight to the point.

"Back to the words of the Immortal Chief, the little god is ordered by the Twenty-Four Guest Hall to invite the Immortal Chief to drink fragrant tea, and also ask the Immortal Chief to move to the Fengming Cave."

"Twenty-four guest halls?"

Mo Chuan looked puzzled.

The white-tailed little green dragon hurriedly explained the sixteen Miao Hall and the twenty-four guest hall.

"Where is this drinking tea, this is clearly a Hongmen feast?"

Mo Chuan shook his head and sneered when he heard this.

The white-tailed green snake looked a little embarrassed, even though it didn't understand the meaning of the Hongmen Banquet, it could also see the irony in Mo Chuan's expression.

Just when it thought it was about to return in vain, Mo Chuan's next sentence made it happy and even more in awe.

"Let's go!"

Mo Chuan said, scattering his anger and burrowing into the feathers of the cattle heron.

Seeing this, the white-tailed green snake hurriedly wrapped itself around the bird's body, controlled the cattle heron with a secret method, and flew to the Fengming Cave in the Xia'an Mountains with its wings.

The Xia'an Mountains are only separated by a Xiangshui from Xiaoyun Mountain.

It is this Xiangshui that separates the two branches into two worlds.

Just because the mountains are high and the water is turbulent.

Next to the Xiangshui of the Xia'an Mountains, there is a large cottage, called: Mikang Village.

This is the largest cottage of the Bai nationality, and the Fengming Cave closest to it has naturally become the largest cave in this mountain range.

The cattle heron carrying Mo Chuan swept in directly from the main gate of the cave.

This is said to be a cave, but it is actually a natural karst cave on the surface.

The entrance of the cave is completely filled by the villagers, paved with bluestone, and can accommodate 100 people in width.

The three-foot-high stone carving incense platform is full of offerings and incense.

With the deepening of the cattle heron, all kinds of murals on the mountain wall are as bright as clouds and magnificent, setting off the cave as mysterious and solemn, which makes people hold their breath!

Sweeping through the horses, it probably records the mythical story of the Fengming Cave God who blessed the Bai people for thousands of years.

These murals are also filled with simple incense altars, and the old and new incense offerings are stacked like tombs.

After the cattle heron flew over the worship cave and drilled into a mountain crevice, the artificial traces disappeared.

The sound of the underground dark river is as crisp as a birdsong, and then flying along the dark river for about a few hundred meters, a huge underground palace is imprinted into view.

Downstairs in the Fengming archway, two unicorn stone withered, with angry eyes raised and majestic horses.

It's just that in the gloomy underground, it looks more like a pair of tomb beasts, guarding the underground mausoleum.

The bullback heron fell, Mo Chuan had just gathered and transformed, and the two yin souls with Jiazi cultivation poured out from the inscription on the archway, and they were all called in unison:

"Jiuyao Cave God, to—"

Dismount?!

Mo Chuan looked at these two Yin Souls whose cultivation was higher than him, chuckled in his heart, and walked away with his head held high.

I have to say that this thousand-year-old demon is really extraordinary.

After the archway, it is a long mountain road, and several palaces at the end of the palace are spit out from between the rock masses, and its treacherous beauty, such as the illusion of the world.

When Mo Chuan entered the main hall, he was in a trance

Such as stepping into the Yin Mountain Demon Domain.

I saw that under the pillar of the golden lacquer hall of the ring dragon, there were several eucalyptus in rows, such as the Luan Palace of the Imperial City, after a few eucalyptus, the demons gathered.

The end is:

Wood Charm Mountain Ghost, Wild Mouse City Fox, Hungry Eagle Kiss, Ambush Hidden Tiger.

When Mo Chuan stepped into the main hall, all the demons also looked at it together, their eyes were like torches, which was terrifying and suspicious!

"Tea is like seclusion, wine is like a hero, wine is a friend, tea is a meditation!" I heard that a wonderful person came to the Hundred Birds Tea Party, and when I saw it today, it was really good, the concubine was a red pheasant, and I invited him in a hurry, and I also invited my Taoist friend Haihan."

On the main seat of the main hall, a young woman, twisting the slender waist of the bird, with amorous eyes and moonlight, lazily lying in the fox fur, speaking modest words.

Mo Chuan looked around and smiled: "A beautiful woman has always been like a good tea, watching and appreciating it, smelling and pleasing its fragrance, with a beautiful woman by her side, this tea will be even better!"

This seemed to be a compliment or a teasing remark, which made the Fengming Cave God Red Pheasant's smile stiffen for three points.

"Fellow Daoist said with a smile, please!"

The red pheasant lazily raised his hand to invite, and the direction he pointed to was the lower left position of the main seat.

Mo Chuan smiled lightly, and in the eyes of the demons, he calmly crossed the main hall, came to the lower left position, waved his big sleeves, and sat cross-legged at will.

At this moment, Rao was a little suspicious of Mo Chuan's identity.

There are three thousand-year-old demons in this hall, seven or eight five-hundred-year-old demons, and the remaining at least three Jiazi are cultivated.

With such combat power, not to mention people outside the mountain, even the people of the Sixteen Miao Hall, they may not dare to step into it alone.

This ghost immortal, who looks like he is only half a Jiazi cultivator, can be pampered and humiliated, I don't know if it is the support of the realm, or the state of mind?

"Tea!"

The red pheasant commanded, and there was a fair maid, holding a tray and sending fragrant tea.

When Mo Chuan looked at the maid, he was depressed in his heart, and he was a big demon again.

The demons in the land of Jing are so worthless?

Why is the big demon of Jiazi bad, running to be a maid for others?

"This is Qingshuang Ancient Vine Tea, which the human race calls Immortal Tea, also known as Dragon Whisker Tea. The concubine's body is irrigated with the water of the Nine Dark Rivers, and the grass and wood elves are intensively cultivated day and night, supplemented by earth qi, Yuan Qi, and demon blood.

When Mo Chuan was imagining, the red pheasant introduced him.

"You have to taste the poor way."

Mo Chuan said, taking a sip at first, the tea was tasteless.

Hey?

Mo Chuan was stunned at first, and then immediately reacted, he came from the Yang God, and there was only a problem if he could taste the taste.

However, the tea was full of aura, and after only one sip, he had spent several days of penance, and he was able to get it.

"Not bad, not bad,"

Mo Chuan put down the cup and praised casually.

"Oh, what's a good idea?" The red pheasant asked.

"The fairy said that he was laughing, how can he taste the taste of tea if he is a ghost cultivator?" Mo Chuan fell generously.

The sound fell, and the demons in the main hall suddenly knew a little bit about Suosuo.

But I saw all the demons looking at each other, some demons were shocked, and some demons showed fierce eyes.

——The ghost immortal who can conjure up a hundred-foot giant elephant can't even taste the taste of fragrant tea, doesn't this mean that his cultivation is really not high?

"Well, since it's a beautiful woman's tea, how can you chew peonies?"

Without waiting for the demons to test again, Mo Chuan suddenly slapped a few eucalyptus, and with a wave of his hand, a born-born body that was exactly the same as him suddenly appeared.

This abrupt scene frightened the demons.

Feelings, feelings, this bull's nose is not a ghost immortal, but a human monk who came out of the Yin God?