The sentient boy walked out of the white bone cave, looked down, and was startled, under the Skull Mountain, there were a lot of men, women and children, how many specifically, it was a little difficult for the sentient beings who were not very good at arithmetic.

The Grim Reaper crow hovered over everyone's heads, covering the sky and the sun, and countless faint and cold eyes stared at the people under the mountain.

The affectionate boy was condescending, plucked up his courage and shouted: "Come up, my aunt wants to see you." ”

When the crow heard the sound of the tide receding, everyone under the mountain bowed to the sentient boy and raised his legs to climb the mountain.

The affectionate boy stood at the top of the mountain, watching everyone go up the mountain in an orderly manner, swallowing his saliva excitedly and nervously, and his little face was flushed.

When everyone came to the mountain gate, the sentient boy blushed and plucked up his courage and said, "Come with me!"

"There is Lao Daotong!" everyone saluted.

In front of the affectionate man, everyone followed the affectionate boy into the gate of Skull Mountain.

The extremely rich innate anger came to the face, and one by one, the mountain lords of all sizes who came to worship the mountain gasped in unison, shocked.

They really didn't expect that there would be such majestic vitality in the Skull Mountain, where there was no vitality and no grass, and the Immortal Blessed Land was probably nothing more than that.

In the crowd, a beautiful woman who is not in front of her, nor lagging behind, her pupils constricted, and her heart turned up in a turbulent wave, a hole in the bones, she was not the first time to come, and the past encounters made her suffer day and night, unforgettable, and never forgot one day.

She recognized it at a glance, she wasn't one of these unknowledgeable people.

Everyone's steps were more restrained, and after a burst of rapid breathing, they were depressed, like entering a dragon's lair and tiger's den, and they didn't dare to move.

The footsteps of dozens of people are not as crisp as the footsteps of a lover boy alone.

"Auntie......"

The sound is crisp, and there is a sense of relaxation.

Everyone looked up, only to see that on the high platform, a mortal-like woman in a green robe stood there with a smile, the woman's green robe was simple, behind a three-foot green silk bundle, her face was clean and delicate, her eyes were clear, no matter how you looked at it, she was a little girl next door who was not deeply involved in the world, simple and harmless.

Everyone was stunned, before they came, they knew more or less about the owner of this Skull Mountain, not to mention that there were many old people among them, even if they had never seen Shiji, they had heard of Shiji Niangniang's name.

When they saw the real person, some people couldn't react, but it was really that Shi Ji himself didn't match the image of the demon in their hearts at all, and the contrast was too great.

"Fellow Daoists are polite, poor Dao Shiji. Shi Ji looked as usual, and he was not the slightest displeasure at everyone's astonishment.

The mountain lords trembled in their hearts and hurriedly returned the salute:

"I'm waiting to meet my seniors. ”

"Meet Shi Ji Niangniang!"

"It's rude, forgive me. ”

The voices are uneven, and the salutations are not the same, but one thing is the same, respect.

Maybe it's the ever-amplifying fear in their hearts, maybe it's because they can't see the depth of Shi Ji clearly, how do they look at it, Shi Ji is a mortal, but how can she be a mortal?

There was only one possibility, she wanted them to see her as mortal, and she became a mortal in their eyes.

I don't dare to think about it, and I am extremely afraid to think about it.

"No need to be polite, sit down!" Shi Ji's voice was still gentle, without ups and downs.

When the words fell, there were thirty-two more futons on the left and right sides.

Out of thin air!

The mountain lords hurriedly glanced at each other, and they were all suspicious on the left and right.

All the mountain lords sat down and sat down, and the jade futons were no more or less, exactly thirty-two, corresponding to the thirty-two mountains that came to worship the mountain.