Thunder Mountain.

Overlooking the Thunder Mountain from a high altitude, the mountain is like an inverted huge iron cone, the top is concave, the dark stone pinnacles are stacked on top of each other, piled up into a wall, the Wumen disciples have gone through several years, pierced through it, built countless castle secret rooms, secretly connected, deep and chaotic like an ant hole, and below the mountainside of the Thunder Mountain, countless earth bow traps, spells and strange doors were arranged to prevent outsiders from breaking in.

Only at the top is a flat and wide land, there is a stone platform in the center, there are twelve long stone tables, arranged in a radial shape, this is the large altar of the main altar of Miaojiang Wumen.

The noon sun swept over the stone wall and shone on the main altar, casting shadows in the eyes of the disciples under the altar, which had been designed by the masters, and at noon, a beam of sunlight fell right in the middle of the altar.

Under the main altar, there are hundreds of Wumen disciples sitting in the ring, headed by the twenty-seven altar masters, the altar masters are male and female, with fierce faces, wearing all kinds of strange costumes, showing their status, and the rest are all dressed in black and black hats, each holding a weapon, standing or sitting, which is simply integrated with the black stone wall behind them.

There was a hint of uneasiness floating in the air, and the silence was like a tomb.

Miao Yan sat in front of the altar with the Dharma Protector, Miao Worm was on his side, he kept looking around at the Wumen disciples, trying to find some kindness on the faces of these people, but he searched to no avail, and what he saw were greedy or indifferent faces, which made him feel like he was in a beast cage.

At this time, it was the day before the Miao Jiang Conference, and the disciples of the twenty-seven altars had already arrived, and dozens of people came to each altar, one was to pay tribute to the great wizard, and the other was to not be at a disadvantage in the next great wizard dispute.

Miao Yan glanced at his nephew Miao Worm, and said to Miao Worm in a low voice: "Look at these people, although they are called disciples of the Split Altar, they have long had the intention of setting up their own door, if you don't take the position of Great Wizard, how can you inherit the master's last wish?"

Miao Worm wanted to refute, but he couldn't speak, he also knew the current situation, among the disciples of the General Altar, he was the most outstanding in witchcraft, if he failed, then the Wumen had insisted on decades of benevolent and righteous reform would no longer exist, which was what the master did not want to see.

Miao Yu finally agreed and said, "Everything is arranged by Uncle Shi." ”

Miao Yan showed a pleased face, got up and went to the main altar, in the daylight, his eyes swept over the people in the audience, as if he was carefully sifting, he would not care about the incompetent people who were arrogant and mediocre, he was worried about those who looked calm and had a steady demeanor.

"Dear disciples of the Witch Sect, I have worked hard from afar, and this Dharma Protector is very pleased. Miao Yan nodded and spoke, his black figure becoming more and more mysterious in the sunlight, and his loud voice echoed around the altar, " The unfortunate death of the great wizard Miao Yao is a great loss for the sect, but the great cause of the witchcraft can not be abandoned here, according to the tradition of the witchcraft, the Miao Jiang conference will be held here tomorrow to elect a new great wizard, all the disciples of the witchcraft who are present can take the stage if they want, and get the approval of the twenty-seven altar masters, they can ascend to the position of the great wizard, take charge of the witch gate, lead thousands of disciples, and carry forward the glory of the millennium witch gate!"

The crowd erupted in a burst of speculation, like a wave on the surface of a calm lake, and the noise did not stop.

After Canglang Shitai, Zhou Dianxian and Yuan Dong Zhenren disguised, they dressed up as Wumen disciples and blended in the crowd.

They broke into the Thunder Mountain several times at night, were blocked by the spell of the Thunder Mountain, and almost died, the spell was based on the Heavenly Array, and the lonely soul and wild ghost of this side were made to be the front, extremely yin and evil, the three of them could not go up the mountain, looking at the array and sighing, and finally by mistake, they were mistakenly thought to be the disciples of another altar by the owner of the altar, so they were taken into the witch gate, if not, I am afraid that they could not easily blend in.

The three of them took advantage of the opportunity at this moment and also exchanged ears.

"Senior Brother Zhou, we have been in for two days, why can't we find Senior Brother Zhang?" asked in a low voice.

Zhou Dianxian smiled: "Senior sister, don't panic, the snake has not come out of the hole, but the hollow wind is moving, so there is no need to wait for a long time." ”

"These sideways are accustomed to harming people with evil arts, and I can't imagine that they are so powerful. Yuandong Zhenren sighed.

"Yes, Miao Jiang Wumen, not an ordinary side door, originated in Chu in the Spring and Autumn Period, with witchcraft as the law, can pass ghosts and gods, the great wizard Miao Yao to promote Confucian benevolence and righteousness, and gradually ban vicious and obscene arts, everyone knows in the rivers and lakes, but looking at today's situation, the poison of Wumen is afraid to resurrect. ”

"If that's the case, the Miao Jiang Witch Sect will become a great disaster for the Dao Sect in the world, and we must stop them. Canglang Shitai said.

Zhou Dianxian groaned for a moment and said, "I'm afraid that relying on the strength of you and me, if you lift fire and sink into water, you can't reach it." ”

Miao Yan immediately instructed the disciples of the main altar to lead the disciples of each branch altar to live in the grotto in preparation for tomorrow's meeting.

The crowd gradually dispersed, entering the Leishan Cave, the three of them were also mixed in, followed the crowd out of the altar, at the corner of a stone cave, Canglang Master inadvertently turned around, and saw a black-clothed Wumen disciple not far away was smiling at herself, she couldn't help but feel nervous, thinking that the other party recognized herself, and after a closer look, she found that the other party's eyes were a little familiar, and suddenly remembered that he was the mysterious person who called himself Gao Jing! Unexpectedly, he also mixed into the witch gate, it seems that he came to the thirty-six blood witch priests, he saw that the Canglang master saw him, blinked, and disappeared behind the stone cave.

That night, the figure of the golden flower lady and the stone appeared in the Miao village under the thunder mountain.

After the golden flower lady and the stone left the Hundred Flowers Valley of Xiangshan, they traveled all the way to the sky, and soon arrived in Miaojiang, came to the Annan Inn for a meal, asked the man the way, and opened a room, pretending to live here, and waited in the room until the night was slightly dark, then left a piece of silver, and the stone went out of the window, and quietly set off.

She could have taken the stone and continued to go up the mountain, but she guessed that this Thunder Mountain, like the Elephant Mountain, had been spelled by someone to deal with the cultivators of the Royal Sky, which would be even more dangerous, so she could only walk along the mountain road to prevent changes.

The night is getting thicker, there is no moon and no stars, the autumn wind in the mountains is a little chilly, whistling like cranes, and a cloud of mist falls from the top of the mountain and disperses with the wind.

The golden flower lady and the stone were dressed in black, with a black veil wrapped around their heads, and took advantage of the night to turn around the rocky cliff, and in the haze, they vaguely saw a sheep intestine path disappearing on the mountainside.

"Sister Jinhua, are we going to go up the mountain along this road?" the stone pointed to the path and said, he glanced at the Jinhua Lady, his eyes were full of admiration, the Jinhua Lady in his eyes was not only healed, but also more energetic than he had ever seen, her face was ruddy, her body was light, even if she was wearing coarse black clothes, and her head was wrapped in a black gauze scarf that only old women use, she was as beautiful and moving, radiant, and the stone looked at her, and she was a little confused.