Holding his hands flat, the mountain guardian gathered all the residents of Shanshi Town in his palms, then turned around and slowly walked towards the Longji Mountain Range, his back slowly fading, and then disappeared.

The hole in the earth is still there, indicating that this mountain keeper has come.

The strength of the mountain guardian is not strong, but as the spirit of this peak, no one can find its trace in the huge Longji Mountain Range.

The residents of Shanshi Town were taken away by the mountain guards, which made Shanjun careless.

The cyan python meandered over Shanshi Town.

"I have completed my responsibility as the mountain lord of Shanshi Town, then, next, I must complete the responsibility of guarding the Qishan Snake."

"Today, I am here, and the Qishan Disaster Snake cannot come out!"

"Really? Although I don't like this new snake saint very much, the task given to me by the sect is to lead the Qishan snake to come. ”

At this time, the Ghost Punishment Divine Son walked out, and with him, there was a figure like a Netherworld Emperor behind him, the ancient god Ghost Punishment.

"Take the blood of the ancient gods as a sacrifice and lead the venerable of ghost punishment to come!" The Devil Torture Divine Son took out a piece of spiritual jade, this jade was like a human bone, and there was blood flowing in the transparent jade.

The Ghost Punishment Divine Son crushed the spirit jade, drank the blood in it, and merged it into the shadow of the Ghost Punishment behind him.

This blood, which has the same origin as ghost punishment, is the blood of the ancient gods.

The ghost torture approached the mountain monarch step by step, and with each step, the body rose by three points, and when he came to the mountain monarch, he was the same size as the mountain monarch.

The person I see now is no longer the Demon Torture Divine Son, but the real ancient deity who came down through the body of the Divine Son.

The ancient gods and ghosts wore the emperor's crown, the chain in his left hand appeared, and the dragon sword in his right hand was transformed, and when the sword was slashed, a big hole was cut out of the body of the mountain monarch, and the blood poured down.

A mountain-like bronze gate appeared from behind the ghost torturer, two doorposts, cast with countless dry bones, and the bronze portal slowly unfolded, revealing the blood-red ancient road behind it.

The ghost torture chain hooked the soul, bound the body of the mountain monarch, and was about to go to the bronze portal.

The mountain monarch at the peak of the Six Realms had no power to restrain the chicken in front of the ancient gods who descended.

The ghost punishment that came at this time was not the strength of its heyday, but it also had the power of the Seven Realms, and the distance between the Seven Realms and the Six Realms was a chasm.

Despite the fierce struggle of the Mountain Monarch, the ghost torture slowly walked into the bronze portal like a pawn that hooked the soul.

The body of the mountain monarch was also slowly swallowed by the bronze portal, and then, only the backs of the two could be seen, and the bronze gate slowly closed, and the terrifying sound of chewing resounded in the heavens and the earth.

It seems that there is an invisible giant of heaven and earth who has eaten the king of the mountain, and the bronze gate is the mouth of the giant, and the long ancient road is the esophagus of the giant of heaven and earth.

Perhaps, this giant of heaven and earth is also an ancient god, because it is too strong, it is targeted by the human race, and now there is only one mouth left, slowly waiting for the day of recovery.

This miracle stunned everyone, and the heavens and the earth were silent.

"Shhh The closed bronze door suddenly opened, and half of the body of the mountain monarch was exposed from the gate, but at this time the mountain monarch was a little miserable, the skin and flesh were torn, as if a part of it had been digested, the bones were exposed, and the letter stretched out, and the scream of pain was sent to the sky, and the blood kept flowing down from the mouth.

Like a tug-of-war, the mountain monarch wants to flee out, and a huge force inside the door pulls the mountain monarch into the door.

"What about the ancient gods!" The roar of the Mountain Monarch rang out, like thunder.

The wind and clouds converged in all directions, and a golden ring of merit converged on the top of the mountain monarch's head, and the bronze portal suddenly shattered, and the ghost torture god son inside revealed his body and quickly fell out of the mountain.

There is a thunder prison shrouded down, the mountain monarch with a golden ring of merit on his head, enter it, the mountain monarch is ready to break the back and stand, give up this body, recondense the body of the dragon, enter the seventh realm, and turn into a catastrophe.

"Not good!" The Spirit Flame Priest didn't know that the Mountain Monarch had such courage, so he hurriedly rushed towards the Thunder Tribulation, but was slashed down by the thunder again, making him disgraced.

Shan Jun's voice sounded from inside the Thunder Prison: "Huang Lingxu, this time the Qishan Disaster Snake opened its eyes, its fault lies with you, if you don't make up for it now, when will you wait?" Wait for me to enter Chang'an in person to meet your Terran Holy Emperor? ”

At this time, you can see that Shanjun is bathed in thunder, and his body is slowly transforming.

Huang Ling held the green cockroach in his arms, his body turned into a streamer, and a shot stabbed at Ah Lan, who seemed to feel something, and tears flowed down.

There were red lotus flowers blooming layer by layer, and the power on Huang Ling's void spear was removed with layers of petals, and it was the Spirit Flame Priest who made a move.

In the distance, the wings of the snake spread, and the inheritance entered the final stage, and the head of the mountain monarch slowly turned into a dragon's head, but this dragon had no horns.

Just when everyone's attention was in the sky, Chen Qingshan looked at the ghost torture god who fell outside the mountain, and slowly disappeared into the shadows, taking advantage of your illness to kill you.

There was only one person, looking at Chen Qingshan's departing back, and smiled: "The show is about to begin." "And this person is the ghost cultivator of the Chaos God Sect, Zhu Demon, and Chen Qingshan can't see through it.

Chen Qingshan left Shanshi Town, and over another mountain, he found the place where the Ghost Torture Divine Son fell, looking back at the sky, there was still a stalemate on Shanshi Town, Chen Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief, no one should find out.

Suddenly, a noisy sound appeared in Chen Qingshan's ears, Chen Qingshan rolled and disappeared into the slope, and on the slope, a team of people appeared.

Who's coming? Luohe Wang's family.

The battle between the ghost punishment and the mountain monarch just now was too shocking, and the people and horses of the Luohe Wang clan naturally saw it, and a god son of the Chaos God Sect meant a great merit in the Tang Dynasty, and Wang Lang naturally didn't want to let it go.

Taking advantage of the void, this truth is not understood by Chen Qingshan alone.

"Quick, quick, that rebel is ahead." Wang Lang's voice sounded, followed by a noisy human voice, and the unique running sound of the Thunder Beast.

With such a formation, he is not afraid of startling the snake, Chen Qingshan, who is hiding under the slope, feels that this Luohe Wang family, Wang Lang Gongzi has a little brain, but not much.

went uphill, looking at the smoke and dust all the way, Chen Qingshan picked up his sword and quietly touched it.

There was a wind blowing, with a faint smell of blood, and the more Chen Qingshan advanced, the heavier the smell of blood in the wind became.

There was a sound of fighting in front of him, Chen Qingshan turned around and hid behind a dead tree, and finally saw the Ghost Punishment Divine Son, the state of the Ghost Punishment Divine Son was much better than Chen Qingshan imagined.

Even if he can't condense the body of the ghost punishment, but the ghost hand behind him transforms, and every claw that falls, it will take the life of a follower of the Luohe Wang clan.

The sound of the Devil Torture came from the mouth of the Devil Torture Godson, and then some tentacles broke out from his ghost hand and pierced into the corpse next to him, and he was devouring their living souls.

"I'm afraid that the recovery will be too slow, and as a result, you will come, and you will try to kill the gods, it is really ridiculous, if you want to take my head, you must have the consciousness of losing your own head."

As he spoke, just listening to the "click", the Ghost Torture Divine Son wrenched off the head of the last attendant, his face was bloodthirsty and hideous, and he looked at Wang Lang, who was trembling, and the old Confucian cultivator of the Three Realms.

"Your soul should taste good." The shadow of the demon torture stepped out of the shadows again, covered in scars and ripples, as if it would disappear at any moment.

After absorbing the souls of more than a dozen followers, the ghost torture reappeared, but it was much weaker than before.

The shadow of ghost punishment stared at the Confucian cultivator of the Three Realms, and slowly stretched out his hand, and the chains shot out in all directions, wanting to bind the old man.

"It's just the end of the crossbow." The old man let out a loud shout, and then a wall of earth appeared from beneath his feet, blocking the chains that shot at him.

The old man of Confucian cultivation waved his long sleeves: "Please sword!" ”

I saw a small pocket sword fly out of its sleeve, like a swimming dragon, drawing an arc in the air, and killing the Ghost Torture God Son with the sound of breaking the wind.

Chen Qingshan's eyes lit up, he saw the sword control technique for the first time, different from the sword of sword cultivation, the sword control technique is more like a technique, but it uses the flying sword as the carrier, and the flying sword comes out, and the head is taken.

There is no threshold for swordsmanship, as long as there is a suitable flying sword, Confucianism, Taoism, and even warlocks can be cultivated.

But things like flying swords are often worth a lot of money, and Chen Qingshan knows that most of this old man's net worth is estimated to be on this flying sword.

This flying sword seems to have come from the hands of Confucian craftsmen, and it also carries a hint of evil power.

The Ghost Torture Divine Son was careless, and he was pierced through the shoulder at once, if he hadn't dodged in time in the end, the Ghost Torture Divine Son's heart would have been shot by the flying sword.

The Devil Torture Divine Son's face finally showed a look of surprise.

Passing through the body of the Ghost Punishment Divine Son, under the control of the old man, the flying sword castrated unabated, cutting towards the shadow of the Ghost Punishment.

At this moment, the Shadow of Ghost Punishment barely conjured a sword with his right hand and slashed towards the flying sword.

Suddenly, the sword in his hand shattered, and with it, the shadow of the ghost punishment, which was barely maintained, was shattered.

And as a price, the flying sword was also defiled by the ghost torture and lost its aura.

The flying sword raised by the old man was dirty, and he only felt a pain in his head, so he spit out a mouthful of blood, unconsciously triggering the wound left by the mountain monarch who was expelled from Shanshi Town yesterday.

Injuries on injuries, and the state suddenly withered.

And the state of the ghost torture god son on the other side is not much better, he has no support, he is holding his chest, preparing to flee and escape into the forest.

The old man and Wang Lang naturally would not let go of the ghost torture god, hurriedly put away the flying sword that fell to the ground, and chased after it.

So, the three of them ran away in the forest again, and Chen Qingshan was unhurried and hung behind them.

Chen Qingshan was not in a hurry at all, because in the past, when Chen Qingshan was in Jishui Town, when Chen Qingshan had nothing to do, he would go to the Baihe River to watch people fishing, and those experienced old people would always let the fish that bited the hook swim for a while, until the fish ran out of strength, and then it was time to close the net.

As for how to judge whether the fish in front of him still has the strength.

Chen Qingshan's idea was very simple, since the injured old man of the Luohe Wang Clan, and the also seriously injured Ghost Torture Divine Son were still able to run, it showed that they still had some strength.

It's not yet time for Chen Qingshan, a fisherman, to make a move.

Let the fish swim a little longer.