Jiang Chen and Huangya Lao Dao walked towards the black mountain with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Black Mountain is not a high mountain, and after walking for about half an hour, they saw a temple rising above a flat plateau at the top of the mountain.

Presumably this is the Black Mountain Temple in the old road!

The Black Mountain Temple does not occupy a large area, the surrounding area is overgrown with weeds, and the wooden gate has decayed, and it seems that no one has come to worship for a long time!

However, the mountain temple as a whole is made of mountain stones, which is strong enough to shelter from the wind and rain.

Lao Dao picked up some dry firewood and weeds, took out the fire fold, skillfully lit the fire, and soon a faint bonfire illuminated this not too big mountain temple.

"This ...... Is this the god of the mountains? ”

Jiang Chen looked at the altar dedicated to the mountain god in the temple, and was suddenly taken aback.

Although this mountain god statue is a broken clay sculpture, it looks too weird.

Its main body resembles the trunk of a tree, and the trunk of the tree has many branches, and many abominable human heads have grown on the branches!

Where is this mountain god?!

It's a demon!

"This is the mountain god human head tree enshrined in the Black Mountain Temple, although it can carry the power of incense, but it is neither among the gods canonized by the heavenly court, nor in the gods of the underworld and the humane grass head gods canonized by the imperial court, and not even among the pseudo-gods such as Huhuang, white, willow and gray that are sacrificed by the people."

"This belongs to the evil god of the left path, and sacrificing this kind of mountain god may bring good luck to yourself, but it is often accompanied by calamity, so it is normal to lose faith over time, the clay sculpture and golden body are dilapidated, and the temple is completely abandoned!"

Lao Dao sat by the bonfire, and there was not much reverence for him in his words, nor did he call himself a righteous person, shouting and killing him.

"Lao Dao is a Taoist priest granted by Qingyang Dao Palace, the common family name is Zhang, the single name is a yang character, the road number is Ziyin, you can call me Zhang Lao Dao!"

"Boy, what is your name, and where do you live?"

Old Yellow Tooth asked casually.

"My surname is Jiang Mingchen, and the four seas are my home!"

Jiang Chen's eyes rolled, and he thought about it and responded.

"Jiang Chen, good name!"

"The four seas are home, that's similar to the old way."

"Lao Dao left the Taoist Palace, traveled all over the world, and all he thought about was to save enough silver taels, open a Taoist temple, and promote Taoism!"

"It's a pity, in this world, it's not easy to make money!"

Lao Dao sighed with emotion, and a complicated look flashed in his cloudy eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

The old man's words made Jiang Chen quite empathetic!

It seems that no matter where you are, the truth that money is hard to earn and is hard to eat is the same.

The topic opened, and the two began to enter hot chat mode.

Jiang Chen and Lao Dao talked very happily, probably where Lao Dao kept talking, Jiang Chen just echoed a few times from time to time, saying something about his own opinions, but never said much.

When he first entered this world, he knew very little about all kinds of this world, and he didn't say much about it, so if he showed his feet, he didn't dare to guarantee that Lao Dao would not treat him as an extraterritorial demon!

From the mouth of the old Tao, Jiang Chen also learned some information about this world.

This is not the ancient world of another world that he thought before, but a treacherous Xianxia world, which can be seen from the fact that he strayed into the ghost market just now!

Flying away?

Slay demons?

Supporting justice?

Become an immortal?

Inexistent.

For Jiang Chen, it is most important to survive first!

"I had a good conversation with the little layman today, but if it's late today, let's rest early, and I'll have to get up early tomorrow!"

After that, Lao Dao took out a few bottles and cans and scattered some things at the door of the mountain temple, probably to prevent wild beasts or snakes, ants, insects and pigs from entering the mountain temple!

Although he was very hungry and physically and mentally exhausted after experiencing the trip to the ghost market, Jiang Chen was still a little excited when he first entered this strange world of Xianxia, and he couldn't sleep after tossing and turning.

And Lao Daopan sat by the extinguished bonfire, already snoring like thunder.

Originally, Jiang Chen thought that he would meditate and breathe, or practice some powerful exercises to restore his strength.

But now it seems that he thinks too much, of course, maybe the old Taoist cultivation is not yet home!

Shouldn't cultivators be like the heavens and the earth, pick up the stars and the moon, and fly to the heavens and the earth?

Isn't that outrageous?

How can you still regain your strength by sleeping?

Fall!

Jiang Chen was so cranky and fell into a half-asleep state.

"Jiang Chen!"

"Jiang Chen!"

"Jiang Chen!"

In a drowsy mood, Jiang Chen seemed to hear someone shouting his name.

Over and over again!

The sound is getting sharper and sharper every time!

He opened his eyes, and suddenly saw the old Dao, who was bleeding from the seven orifices and smelling all over his body, holding the peachwood sword he was carrying behind him, pointed at him and said:

"You don't belong to this world, today Lao Dao is going to do the way for heaven and kill you, an extraterritorial demon!"

"Poof!"

Lao Dao held a peachwood sword and slashed at Jiang Chen, and the wooden sword was as sharp as clay, and Jiang Chen was beheaded with a sword.

Poof!

Jiang Chen's head rolled to the ground, his body was still spraying blood, and the sprayed blood splashed on the clay golden body of the god and human head tree in the temple, and the clay golden body had undergone some changes!

"Hehehe!"

Jiang Chen's last scene before his death seemed to see the human head tree come to life, its terrifying face was facing him, and a weird smile appeared!

Call!

Jiang Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

He couldn't help but touch his neck.

Luckily, the head is still there!

It turned out that he had a nightmare!

"Dao Chief?"

Jiang Chen looked at Lao Dao, who was meditating and resting opposite him, and called out softly.

As a result, there was no response, and Lao Dao stopped snoring!

Jiang Chen took out the yellow talisman given to him by Lao Dao, calmed down, closed his eyes and recuperated, and then opened his eyes again.

I saw that the old way had completely disappeared!

He turned his head to the side with some fear, and looked at the Black Mountain God Human Head Tree enshrined on the altar with the help of the moonlight!

The clay statue seemed to come to life, with terrifying faces smiling, that smile was weird and terrifying!

It coincided perfectly with the picture in his dream!

And unlike his dream, among the countless heads with weird smiles, one of them turned out to be a yellow-toothed veteran!

"Boom!"

"Young man, don't go, merge with us!"

"Be us and share in eternal life!"

Countless heads on the human head tree opened their mouths, smiled gloomily, opened their mouths, poisonous insects flew out, and the fishy smell was permeated, almost not smoking Jiang Chen to death!

"What should I do?"

"It's really not that simple to survive for three days, it's only been less than a day, am I going to die here?"

Jiang Chen was a little afraid in his heart, but he wanted to live more!

His mind was like electricity, his brain was running fast, he took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight, and the strong light instantly shone on the clay sculpture of the head tree!

"What a dazzling glow!"

"What kind of magic weapon are you?!"

The human head tree stared at Jiang Chen viciously, and the strong light made it very uncomfortable!

"This is the supreme innate treasure, a portable mobile phone!"

Jiang Chen took advantage of the situation to pick up a wooden stick with a thick arm, and he didn't know where he got the courage, and smashed it fiercely at the golden body of the clay sculpture of the human head tree!

Bang Bang Bang!

Jiang Chen used all his strength, brandished a wooden stick and kept smashing at the clay gold body, and soon the clay gold body appeared one after another cracks, and then with a click, it collapsed!

The inside of this clay gold body is empty!

With the help of the light of his phone's flashlight, he could see what was inside.

A wizened veteran whose body has rotted, and a weasel the size of a half-grown child, the old peachwood sword pierced the weasel's body, but the weasel is not completely dead!

It turned its head, its eyes exuding a dark yellow luster, and it said threatening Jiang Chen:

"Mortals, when you see this great immortal, don't kneel down!"

"Boy!"

At this moment, Lao Dao, whose body had already decayed, seemed to come to life, made a voice, and said to Jiang Chen:

"It was fixed here by my spell and couldn't move, you take out the black gourd in my package, which contains talisman water, and splash it on its body, but it can break its invulnerable incense body!"

"Then take the old hundred-year-old peachwood sword and chop this beast to death for me!"

"You dare!"

The weasel voice is high-pitched.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen ignored Lao Dao's rotten and stenching body, directly removed the package from him, found a black gourd in the package, and splashed the runic water in the black gourd on the weasel without hesitation.

Zizizizi!

As if concentrated sulfuric acid had been poured on its body, the glossy fur on the weasel's body immediately became charred, and wisps of mysterious aura escaped from its body.

That's the power of incense!

"It's now, draw your sword and slay the demon!"

Lao Dao seemed to have exhausted his last strength, and reminded him.

After saying that, his body completely fell apart.

Jiang Chen was not ambiguous, he directly grabbed the hundred-year-old peachwood sword of the Yellow Fang, pulled the sword out of the weasel's body, and a smear of black-red blood flowed out of the weasel's wound.

"Young man?"

"Do you think I'm like a god-like demon?"

A cloud of yellow gas came out from under the weasel's buttocks, coming towards Jiang Chen's face, and a stench came straight to his Heavenly Spirit Gai.

He suddenly became in a trance, and he vaguely saw a weasel that exuded golden light and was extremely sacred, so he couldn't help but bow to it!

"I see you like a three-egg black donkey whip!"

"your blonde little Lori!"

Jiang Chen bit the tip of his tongue heavily, then lifted the peachwood sword in his hand and slashed at the weasel's head.

One, two, three......

It wasn't until the weasel's head was chopped to pieces that he sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

It's finally over.

No.

It's not over yet.

He saw that the old way, which had been dead, had reappeared in front of him.

At this moment, he had a weird smile on his face, bleeding from his seven orifices, described as withered, gloomy and terrifying, he stretched out his hand and said to Jiang Chen:

"Boy, give me back the sword......"

"Give me back my sword......

Jiang Chen didn't know where the courage came from at this moment, he held the peachwood sword, stood up, pointed at the old man with yellow teeth, and said calmly:

"Senior, whoever has this sword in his hand, that's whose sword!"

"You say it's your sword, you call it, will it answer?"

"Boy, don't forget, if it weren't for me, you would have been eaten by ghosts in the ghost market to the point that there were no bones left!"

"Give me back my sword!"

The old man with yellow teeth had a gloomy and scary face, stretched out his hand, and slowly floated towards Jiang Chen.

"Hehehe!"

"I think you're trying to pull me to stop you from disaster, Black Mountain God!"

A trace of essence flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised a trace of arc.

Hearing this, the Yellow Tooth Old Dao was stunned for a while, and then said in disbelief:

"How can you be a mortal to see through my true body?"

"That's it!"

"You're doomed to die anyway, there's no point in dwelling on these anymore!"

The old man of the yellow tooth said that he immediately turned into the god of the Black Mountain Mountain.

A gray tree trunk towers, and countless branches stretch out from the trunk, and a human head grows on each branch, which is the body of the Black Mountain God!

It's horrible and evil!