Under the cold moonlight, casually extinguishing a part of the black zombie, Wang Yuan frowned, and a pair of eyes looked at the mountains from afar.

The land of nine yin is already in sight.

The land of the Nine Yin is located in the place where a mountain temple is located.

Mountain Temple.

Under the cold moonlight, the mountain temple is black and suctory, like a demon squatting on the mountainside, opening a dark mouth, the woods are swaying, under the mist, it is extremely demonic.

This mountain temple is still relatively well preserved.

Wang Yuan approached, the two gates were broken, but the walls were quite intact, the statue of the god in the center was towering, the incense burner had a little sandalwood smell, there were no weeds and cobwebs around, and it seemed that there were often hunters staying here to hide from the rain.

"What about zombies?"

Wang Yuan looked around the mountain temple with some strangeness, and unexpectedly, there was not a single zombie here.

In the mountain temple, the divine light lingers, and the glow of the rui qi is contained but not revealed.

"Friends from afar ......"

"Hungry for their bodies, strained their muscles and bones, and empty of their bodies?" Wang Yuan casually connected.

It seemed that he was stunned, and in a moment in the mountain temple, a clear voice came out. "Daoyou said it was funny!"

In the divine light, a vermilion divine light flowed, and the god wearing a knight's robe stepped out, Ying Ying smiled: "The mountain and field portal, it is rare for a distinguished guest to come, and it is shining!"

It was a red-haired and blue-eyed deity who seemed to be a mountain god of unusual achievement.

"It's really that the mountains are not high, and there are immortals!"

Wang Yuan also looked at him with a smile, but his expression was a little surprised.

The Niutou Mountain at the foot is not tall, but it has given birth to mountain elves and mountain gods.

The mountain god fell on Wang Yuan, but his brows were slightly furrowed in his smile, and the Taoist in front of him was awe-inspiring, and the figures around him seemed to be shrouded in infinite brilliant Dao rhyme, which was extremely difficult to provoke.

And there seems to be an aura on his body that restrains him greatly, and he said immediately.

"Brother Dao praised it!

The little god is just a mountain elf, and he is occasionally worshiped by the mountain people, so he is in charge of the god's position, not as good as the Taoist brother from a famous family, and he is awe-inspiring, so I am afraid that he has already stepped on the road of immortality, which is really my envy!"

Wang Yuan had a grand aura on his body at this time, like a heavenly nobleman, supreme and noble, and he was born to suppress the gods of mountains and rivers.

According to the understanding of the god of Niutou Mountain, with such an identity, he should not be able to carry the Tao.

It is impossible to have such a way at this age!

As he spoke, he led Wang Yuan to the mountain temple, and the gray mountain temple around it, at this time, with the flow of colorful divine light, became magnificent, and there were more enchanting women in the murals.

"There is nothing good to entertain Brother Dao in the mountains and wilderness, please forgive me!"

The mountain god gave up the first place, and stood aside with a look of apology!

Wang Yuan didn't seem to hear the meaning of the mountain god's words, and he didn't say anything about the mountain god's routines, but just said lightly.

"The god's enthusiasm is still withdrawn, the poor road is just for the evil obstacles in the mountain, the corpse demons under the mountain are overflowing, the mountain god is the mountain god of Niutou Mountain, he should not turn a blind eye and let it wreak havoc!"

That condescending tone did not make the mountain god angry, but took it for granted, with this identity, if the mountain god angered him, a word could easily deprive them of the identity of the mountain god.

If you whisper, it's weird!

With a wry smile on his face, there was a sigh on the old face of the mountain god.

"Fellow Daoist, please come with the little god!"

The figure let go, the mountain god waved his sleeves, the divine light in his hand transformed, and a vermilion purple divine light flickered from the statue of the mountain temple, rippling out.

Behind him, all the golden armor ghosts and bewitching women jumped back into the mural.

I saw that the depths of the mountain temple shook slightly, and the ground cracked open in an instant, and a thick and incomparably thick yin qi permeated.

"The Land of Nine Yin Condensation!"

Wang Yuan's eyes showed a hint of discoloration, but a pure Dao qi around his body automatically popped out from his body, isolating all the yin and evil spiritual energy in his body.

Seeing this, the blue-eyed and red-haired mountain god nodded and sighed.

"Brother Dao's eyes are like torches, it is here, those people in the rivers and lakes do not know the danger, in vain the repeated reminders of the gods, insist on entering this place, and release the corpse demon, the god spent a lot of hands and feet to suppress the corpse demon again, but it is a pity that those people in the rivers and lakes who were bitten were infected with the poison of the corpse demon, and the god was restrained, but he was powerless to subdue!"

"Fortunately, Daoyou made a move, and the people of the four towns were able to avoid this calamity, which is really a great merit!"

He complimented Wang Yuan in his mouth, and he did not hesitate to praise him, but the mountain god's eyes were slightly ashamed!

Wang Yuan didn't set foot in the ground to check, but just looked at the blue-eyed and red-haired mountain god and asked.

"Venerable God, how many years have you practiced before you ascended the Great Dao of the Gods!"

"More than 300 years"

Wang Yuan nodded, but there was already a hint of fierceness in his eyes, and he sneered. "I'm ashamed, Poor Dao has only practiced for two or three years, but Poor Dao can see at a glance that you are a demon, stealing the sky, pretending to be a god, releasing a corpse demon, and daring to speak in front of Poor Dao, you demon simply don't know the height of the sky!"

"It's not visible yet!"

In the end, Wang Yuan's words were already like a thunderbolt, shattering the temple, and the purple clouds bloomed all around him, and the vast purple qi was supreme and noble, and it was even more powerful to retreat from the Divine Dao with a force of ten thousand laws to retreat and rush straight into the void.

In an instant, the mountain god's complexion had changed greatly, and the purple qi escaped and impacted the divine light around him, the vermilion divine light quickly disintegrated, the knight's suit cracked, and separated, as if he had a heavenly constitution in his mouth, and a vermilion shining divine edict directly manifested from his body, and a human-tall vermilion monster was manifested on the spot.

The fox demon with bright red fur.

"A fox demon? or a male!"

The rolling demonic aura spread in the mountain temple in an instant, the wind was raging, the glorious palace disappeared in the blink of an eye, and there was indescribable anger in the eyes of this fox demon.

The demonic aura on his body skyrocketed, but he said sharply in his mouth.

"Don't go too far with you, this god welcomes you with good tea and wine, you don't appreciate it, it's just that you are so rude and domineering, this is the style of you famous monks?"

Demon atmosphere transfiguration, it seems that there are many phantom moonlight appeared, as a fox demon, what it is best at is transfiguration, it is ready to fight hard, but a palm breaks through the air, the vast thunder essence tears through the demon qi, with a little thunder light suddenly bombarded the fox demon's chest, the fox demon suddenly flew out upside down, hitting the mountain god law, his eyes were resentful, unwilling to look at Wang Yuan twice, and he died on the spot.

Wang Yuan's body shape appeared, and since it was confirmed, he didn't bother to be verbose, and directly bombarded and said anything else.

The bloody aura stained the Red Mountain Temple, adding a bit of coldness!

Having lost his master, above the golden body of the mountain god, the vermilion divine light suddenly became dim.

Click, click!

There are also cobweb-like cracks faintly growing!

The fox demon was indeed infected with the authority of the mountain god, but the resentment on his body was too heavy, and Wang Yuan saw the flaws!

Stained with blood resentment, there is no doubt that it is a demon!

That's the target who was hurt by Wang Yuan's hot hand!

At the same time, above the golden body of the mountain god, the vermilion god slowly fell, and the wisps of incense were extremely sweet in this dark temple.