The territory of Montenegro is gloomy.

The Valley of Ghosts, where the dryad grandmother is entrenched, does not see the sun all day long.

The bones that can be seen everywhere are piled up scattered, and on the dark red ground, there will be fishy blood oozing from time to time.

If ordinary people come here, they are afraid that they will be frightened and vomit from a distance of hundreds of meters.

However, for the ghosts of the Black Mountain, especially for the Dryad Grandma, this is the place where it is reborn, and the white bones of the forest are as brilliant as flowers in its eyes, and the corrupt flesh and blood are better than the rain to it.

If nothing is important, it is entrenched here almost all year round.

And since the last battle with the Lingyin Temple, it has been cultivating in the Valley of Ghosts.

That day, although it was invincible, it overpowered the monks of Lingyin Temple, but after all, it suffered a blow from Leifeng Tower, and then fought with the Great Sun Descending Dragon Pestle, even if it cultivated to the sky, it was actually not lightly injured.

That's why I had to postpone the time to go to Qingfeng Temple and retreat here to heal.

It's just that at this moment, the tree demon grandmother who nourishes the spiritual root with the breath of death, her eyes are a little dull.

"How so?"

"This ...... Why is that? ”

It looked at its natal spiritual root under the ground in disbelief, and just now, the spiritual root had a sharp pain, and then it actually produced a baby-like fruit from it?

The tree demon grandmother was shocked in her heart, and couldn't figure out why she was already a ghost tree riddled with evil spirits, and today she actually gave birth to fruits?

And the fruit is extremely demonic, it is the appearance of a baby.

It closed its eyes tightly, and it was obviously born in the filthy soil, but its body was unusually clean, and for some reason, there was a hint of sacredness.

This breath made the dryad grandmother a little uneasy.

"Why did I give birth to one, baby fruit?"

"What the hell is this...... Why? ”

The dryad grandmother's eyebrows were tightly locked, even if it had seen many strong winds and waves, it was a little at a loss at this time.

"It is rumored that in the fairy world, there is a fairy root that can give birth to ginseng fruits, which bloom once every three thousand years, bear fruit once every three thousand years, and then mature after three thousand years."

"But such filth as me?"

"How can it be compared with that immortal realm spiritual root?"

The dryad grandmother was puzzled, looking at the baby-shaped fruit, and her heart was inexplicably irritable.

Boom.

As soon as its vine sank into the ground, it was about to crush the fruit.

However, when it came to him, a wave of unbearability rose to his heart again.

This caused its face to change dramatically.

"Can't bear it?"

"Why do I have no patience?"

It couldn't believe it, and then it became inexplicably angry, and even a little crazy.

"Yan Chixia! Yin!! ”

"I have already said that from now on, there will be no more mercy, you misunderstand me, you misunderstand me!!"

The branches and leaves of the towering ghost tree danced wildly, accompanied by a sharp and angry roar, making the sky of the entire ghost valley a bloody storm.

In the territory of Montenegro, countless demons looked at this side in disbelief.

I don't know why the tree demon grandmother suddenly became angry?

However, at this moment, a coercion suddenly approached rapidly from a distance.

"Huh?"

The faces of the demons in Montenegro changed, and they all looked up at the western sky.

I saw a golden auspicious cloud slowly drifting there.

On it, a barefoot old monk, majestic and indifferent, stood with his hands in his hands.

"It's not good, there's a big enemy!!"

In an instant, countless demons rose into the sky all over the territory of Montenegro.

There are hills of rotten ghost elephants.

There are hideous ghosts with green silk like waterfalls.

There are also skeletons that are more than hundreds of feet tall.

The demons stood side by side, their expressions solemn as if they were facing a great enemy.

Inside the Valley of the Spirits.

The tree demon grandmother who was dancing wildly on the branches and leaves naturally felt the sudden terrifying aura outside, and its eyes were fixed, and it looked at the sky outside unkindly.

At the same time, the Jinshan Temple, which came by the clouds, did not care about the hostility of the demons of the Black Mountain.

He looked calmly into the depths of the Black Mountain.

He made eye contact with the dryad grandmother in the Valley of Ghosts, and then smiled slightly.

The dryad grandmother frowned, and said with a little surprise: "Are you ...... The abbot of Jinshan Temple, the red eyebrow Zen master? ”

The old monk with golden light on the soles of his feet and his eyebrows red as fire nodded lightly: "That was a thousand years ago." ”

When the tree demon grandmother heard this, her face couldn't help but become more solemn.

Terran cultivators are different from their demons and demons.

The former is of course easier to survive the Heavenly Tribulation and ascend to the upper realm, but before the ascension, the lifespan is far from being comparable to that of demons and the like.

If the other party is really the abbot of Jinshan Temple thousands of years ago, and he can still appear now, there is only one possibility, he has turned into a foundation to avoid the erosion of time.

Now, it's time for the Essence to go out!

What does it mean?

The representative of the man is dying.

"Do you want to level my Black Mountain before you die?"

The dryad asked in a cold voice.

"Do you want this seat to pacify Montenegro?"

The red-eyed Zen master asked with a smile.

Grandma Dryad's eyes were gloomy: "You can't do it." ”

It can feel the breath of the other party, and it is also in the Sendai area, although its injuries have not healed, but this is the territory of Montenegro.

This monk fights even to the death.

is also destined to be the same as those in Qingcheng Mountain, and become the nourishment of Montenegro.

Regarding the disdain of the tree demon grandmother, the red-eyed Zen master was not angry, but nodded faintly and smiled:

"The old demon of Montenegro is participating in the creation, and this seat is indeed not its opponent."

Speaking of this, he looked at the dryad grandmother with a smile and said, "So this seat is not here today to grudge against Montenegro. ”

"Then why are you here?"

The tree demon grandmother frowned, suddenly remembered something, and her eyes narrowed slightly: "You are here to ask for that golden body?" ”

The red-eyed Zen master nodded lightly and said, "Exactly." ”

"You went out of the customs specifically to ask for a golden body?" There was a hint of wonder in the eyes of the Dryad Grandmother.

It must be known that the existence above the Sendai realm, once the self-styled qi machine incarnates the essence, it can no longer manifest the world.

Once re-emerged, Shouyuan is depleted and cannot be reversed.

It would be useless to try to re-establish oneself.

This is also the reason why many heritage exists, and they will never be born until the moment of life and death.

Because to be born means to wait for death!

The tree demon didn't expect that the other party would not hesitate to die, but it was just for this matter......

The corners of the red-eyebrow Zen master's mouth flashed with a hint of bitterness, and he said helplessly:

"Jinshan Temple is declining, and only by inviting the sea of law can it continue to prosper for thousands of years."

"The foundation of the temple, only the cultivation of this seat is the shallower, and it can only be the ...... of this seat out of the customs"

His tone was full of self-deprecation, obviously there was no way to get out of the customs this time.

"Do you really want to ask Fahai to come down to earth?"

The dryad's eyes condensed slightly, and the hostility in her eyes became a little deeper.

Grandma Dryad said slowly: "In the past few days, I have inquired a lot about Nafahai. ”

"Oh?" The red-eyed Zen master smiled slightly: "How do you feel?" ”

Grandma Dryad said in a deep voice: "He is indeed a terrifying existence. ”

(End of chapter)