"The remnants of the Black Lotus Sect are condemned today!"

A mid-air roar came from the center of the square, followed by a rumbling thunder.

There were even tiny thunder snakes spreading around the square, crackling and flashing.

The entire underground square was shaking, lightning and thunder, and dusty, as if the end had come.

There are also gusts of wind from time to time, and the blowing forests and mountains are full of pain!

"Lei Zhenzi!"

A terrible howl came from afar, the sound piercing the ears and containing resentment that could not be washed away.

……

Is this someone fighting? Lin Shan, who was lying in the corner, was shocked.

Since crossing into this world, he has only heard of fairy tales from the mouth of the storyteller, but he has never seen it with his own eyes, let alone whether it is true or false, and has always been skeptical.

Today's encounter has made him subvert his previous perceptions.

Is there really an immortal cultivator in this world?!

Then why have I been greedy for so many years and practiced martial arts hard?

The huge gap made his mood fluctuate.

Before he could think about it again, the resentful voice in the square sounded again, only this time it was no longer harsh. Instead, like a demon's whisper, the entire surrounding air became viscous, swirling into a yin wind that swirled and then frantically surged towards the center of the square.

At this time, the dust in the center of the square gradually diluted, and only a thin black figure was faintly seen, sitting there motionless and cross-legged. Under the knee is a high platform in the shape of an altar, surrounded by several ghost flint pillars.

There was a huge hole directly above the head, and thunderbolts were falling from the big hole, and the target was the figure on the altar. Countless tiny thunder snakes branched out at the same time, filling the area around the square.

The gloomy murmur just now seemed to come from a human figure, and Lin Shan seemed to see a black shadow sitting with a stick in his hand faintly knocking on something.

"Da!"

"Da!"

"Da!"

Countless yin winds condensed towards the center of the square, and the demonic murmur slowly turned into the sound of Sanskrit singing, and the voice gradually began to be loud and irritable.

Lin Shan covered his head, feeling like countless ants were gnawing at his brains, groggy and dark!

……

Finally, it seems like a long number of centuries have passed, or maybe it's just one of those moments.

All the thunder, Sanskrit sounds, and percussion sounds on the field disappeared.

The whole world is clean.

Lin Shan collapsed and lay on the ground, after experiencing life just now, he just wanted to sleep well.

The battle in the middle of the square in the distance seemed to have come to an end in his torment, the smell of burning in the air, and the rubble and dust all around.

……

"A thousand years ago, the Black Lotus Sect became a public enemy of the cultivation realm in order to sacrifice the Yin corpse and wash the mortal realm in blood, and was exterminated by all factions. But the fish that slipped through the net have multiplied and bred from generation to generation, and they are tenacious! ”

A dull exclamation came from the big hole above the square, and no one could be heard.

Lin Shan on the ground looked up at the square with difficulty, and at this time, the sight of the surroundings was slightly clearer, although the ghost fire on half of the stone pillars was extinguished, some of them were still burning firmly.

"Ho... Ahem... In the past few hundred years, I have taught to hide again and again, and now I am hiding in the barren mountains and mountains.

I didn't do anything that hurt the heavens and reason, the old man just borrowed the corpses of the dead to refine the corpses, you still have to kill them all! ”

The thin black-clothed old man on the altar was lying on his back, coughing and vomiting blood, rushing at the big hole above, sometimes laughing wildly, sometimes scolding.

Half an hour later, he seemed to have scolded enough, and a young Taoist with a bun and a blue robe slowly descended from the big hole above, with a square face and a dusty hand, looking dusty.

It seems that it was the "Lei Zhenzi" shouted by the old man in the black robe just now.

Lin Shan lay on the ground motionless and didn't dare to move, the battle was in full swing just now, and he couldn't help himself.

Now that the wind is calm, I am afraid that the two of them will find out about their ants.

Lin Shan secretly looked at Lei Zhenzi in front of him and was even more agitated, this image was too in line with his previous fantasy of immortal cultivators, and at first glance it was a proper Taoist orthodoxy!

Unlike him, who sneaked in from the thief hole, he made a big hole on the top of the mountain directly outside and fell from the sky! Straight to the Yellow Dragon!

The one-handed thunder method is even more superb, and it can be seen that Lin Shan is fascinated just now.

"For hundreds of years, the Black Lotus Sect has spread evil images in several nearby states and counties, collecting mortal luck beliefs, in a vain attempt to recast the golden body of incense. All the factions in the Great Song Dynasty cultivation realm already knew that the poor Dao was also acting on orders. ”

The young Taoist priest had no joy or sorrow, as if he was expounding on a trivial matter.

"Hateful! If it weren't for a few mortal tomb thieves who took advantage of my retreat to break in and leak the news. How can you find me in these barren mountains and mountains?

Time also, life also! ”

The black-robed old man was indignant, screaming constantly on the altar...

……

When Lin Shan heard these words, he instantly felt that the amount of information was huge.

Evil Image? Luck? Faith? Incense? What does this have to do with ancient rhyme?

He carefully recalled that among all the antiques he had seen in the past, only the picture of the spring river opera, some black lotus Buddha statues, and the nightingale token contained ancient rhyme. And these antiquities seem to be inextricably linked with human luck and religious beliefs...

In the dark, he seemed to feel that something was faintly grasped.

……

In the dim underground square, ghost fires were lit, and the two people on the altar seemed to have a quarrel and the curtain came to an end.

"That's it! Whether it's right or wrong, I'll take you back to the faction and leave it to the head to decide. ”

After Lei Zhenzi subdued the black-robed old man, he was indifferent to letting him curse and abuse.

After chanting for a while, a thundercloud was sacrificed, carrying the black-robed man who had no ability to resist, and flew straight towards the big hole above his head.

From beginning to end, he didn't look at Lin Shan's side, maybe he had already discovered his existence. But a mere mortal is not worth caring about in the eyes of immortal cultivators.

Lin Shan saw the two of them flying into the cave above, and his heart was suddenly anxious, and he couldn't care about his thoughts, so he endured the stiffness and crawled all over, shouting as he ran:

"Immortal Chief! I don't seek opportunities in the future, but I want to serve left and right! ”

"Immortals... Immortal Chief? ”

……

Running to the center of the altar, Lin Shan stared blankly at the big hole above his head, and a beam of cold moonlight hit his face.

A huge loss filled the heart, and seeing the power of the immortal cultivator's mana, anyone would have a sense of powerlessness and yearning.

He's no exception!

I missed the fairy fate this time, and I don't know when it will be next time, maybe I won't bump into it again in my life!

At this moment, something seemed to fall from the cave overhead, and a mellow voice followed the moonlight from top to bottom:

"You are soaked in yin qi, if you don't get rid of it within three days, I'm afraid that you will plant a disease root in the future, so I will give you this warm sun jade pendant."

The sound reverberated in the cave, and the owner seemed to be far away.

Lin Shan hurriedly caught it with both hands, and looked at it, and a translucent yellow jade pendant was lying quietly in the palm of his hand. A warm current instantly enters the body from the hands, and the heat flow circulates up and down the whole body, and the whole body is warm like a hot spring.

At the same time, the light curtain in front of you flows, and a transparent reinforced panel appears:

【Diyang Warm Jade】

Quality: First-Order Spiritual Materials

Description: Warm jade, abundant in volcanoes, is one of the most widely used materials for refining low-level magic weapons.

Enhancement required: 8 points

……

"This is..."

Lin Shan was amazed by the wonder of this warm jade, not only instantly dispelling the cold for himself, but also a refining material.

Can materials also be strengthened?

Playing with the jade pendant over and over again, he hurriedly waved at the entrance of the cave: "Thank you Immortal Chief!" ”

Regardless of whether the person went far or not, this salute was naturally sincere.

Although he couldn't touch the thigh of Lei Zhenzi, an immortal cultivator, this time, he was given a piece of warm jade to solve a hidden danger for himself. Lin Shan is still secretly grateful, and his heart is worthy of being a master of the righteous path.

Feeling that his whole body was rejuvenated again, Lin Shan naturally did not forget the purpose of his visit.

Look for the ancient.