The Xuanhe Daoist was in front of the Poison Dragon Temple, pressing the sword light.

This poisonous dragon temple is built on the top of the mountain, in addition to a flat land in front of the mountain gate, rushing to the rushing river, surrounded by steep cliffs, even if the martial arts are skillful, the people who have achieved light skills can not easily go up and down.

Shang Wenli was conceited and excelled, and he had such a light skill as the Thousand Miles of Solo Technique, and he secretly glanced at it, and his face was embarrassed.

Wang Chong looked left and right, couldn't help but be curious, and secretly wondered: "How did such a steep mountain come up with stones and wood, and how did it attract workers? Could it be that the ancestor and his master built it by hand, and did not use mortals to help?"

Although Tianxinguan is also the gateway to cultivation, it also raises many mortals, serving the master of cultivation, if there are no ordinary people as slaves, life will be hard.

Xuanhe Daoist said to Mo Hu'er: "You play in front of the temple gate, I will send them in, and I will return later!"

Last time, Mo Hu'er talked nonsense in front of Ling Su'er, which embarrassed Xuanhe Lao Dao, so this time, he decided not to bring this worried apprentice in, so as not to say anything that should not be said.

Mo Hu'er looked aggrieved, and secretly said in her heart: "Master, you have lifted the ban for me!"

Xuanhe Taoist told the disciples, then took Wang Chong and them, entered the Poison Dragon Temple, he explained to a few people: "We Emei do not want to communicate with the ordinary, so there is only the inner mountain gate, not proficient in swordsmanship, it is difficult to enter and exit." However, there are two mountain gates inside and outside the Poison Dragon Temple, here is the outer mountain gate, and the ordinary people can also get there, we have to go to the inner mountain gate, which is the place where the ancestor of the iron plough and a group of disciples practice. ”

Although Wang Chong has lived in the Wuling Immortal Mansion for some time, he really doesn't know about the inner and outer mountain gates, and the Tianxin Temple he was born in is a Taoist temple built by ordinary people, and he doesn't even have a formation to protect the mountain, and he is very poor.

Xuanhe Daoist took Wang Chong, Yanbei people, Shang Wenli, and the little fox Hu Suer through the temple.

Wang Chong didn't see anyone along the way, only some statues of golden armor, several feet high, majestic, placed everywhere. He didn't know what kind of rule this was, he had never seen other temples in such a way.

Yanbei people, Shang Wenli and Hu Su'er, didn't dare to look left and right, and they didn't notice the abnormality in the temple.

Behind the Poison Dragon Temple, there is a huge mountain wall, the light can see people, not even moss grows, it is forty or fifty zhang high, and even higher than the highest hall of the Poison Dragon Temple, there is a faint trace on it, it seems to be winding and swimming.

Xuanhe Taoist stood in front of the mountain wall and shouted: "Xuanhe came to visit, and asked Taoist friends to open the door." ”

There was a sudden storm on the mountain wall, and a huge dragon head poked out.

Only then did Wang Chong and others know that the trace on the original mountain wall was actually a poisonous dragon, this poisonous dragon's body did not know how long, just the dragon head that poked out was the size of a house, with seven sharp horns on the head, and a strange membrane under the cheeks, which was completely different from the dragon in the painting, and was more vicious and ruthless.

This fierce poisonous dragon seemed to be quite familiar with the Xuanhe Daoist, and his mouth roared like a thunderbolt, and shouted: "Let the Palm Sect have a life, and the Xuanhe Immortal Elder has arrived, you can go straight inside without Tongbing!"

In the roar of the poisonous dragon, the originally solid mountain wall turned into layers of clouds and mist, opening a passage.

Xuanhe Daoist said with a smile: "I have already sent people here, so I won't go in and disturb your door." ”

The poisonous dragon bowed slightly, and the dragon's head shrank back, and then disappeared into the mountain wall.

Xuanhe Daoist stretched out his hand and said, "After passing here, it is the inner mountain gate of the Poison Dragon Temple, and I won't send you in." ”

Xuanhe Taoist explained, turned his feet into a rainbow, passed through the temple, carried his own disciples, and flew into the air.

Wang Chong adjusted his mood and walked into the passage in the clouds and mist.

Yanbeiren, Shang Wenli, and Hu Su'er all hurriedly followed him, and when the group entered the passage, the clouds and mist suddenly retracted, and then turned into a stone wall, smooth as a mirror.

Wang Chong walked for three or four miles, but there was still no end in sight, and he hesitated slightly, and saw a huge dragon head appearing, just a pair of dragon eyes, it was almost bigger than others.

Looking at it like this, even if Wang Chong is very bold, he can't help but be slightly frightened.

Yanbei and Shang Wenli are also okay, after all, they are martial artists, and they believe that this is Wang Chongshi's sect, and the poisonous dragon will not harm people.

Hu Su'er couldn't maintain his transformation, and regained a little fox with snow-white fur, a pair of purring eyes, and a very agile little fox, but he was trembling under the poisonous dragon, like a sifting chaff.

Wang Chong snorted, grabbed the little fox's neck, and lifted her up. The little fox was carried by Wang Chong with the fur on the back of his neck, and simply shrunk into a ball and pretended to be dead.

Wang Chong carried the little fox, hit the poisonous dragon with a slap, and continued to move forward.

The poisonous dragon looked at it for a moment, and suddenly roared, and the heavens and the earth seemed to shake, and the clouds were agitated, and they disappeared into the clouds, and no trace was revealed.

Hu Su'er sighed, plunged into Wang Chong's arms, and refused to show his head again.

It's no wonder that the little fox is a monster, how can she not be afraid of a big monster like a poisonous dragon?

This is the heaven and earth, all things are restrained, and the heavenly power from top to bottom.

When this poisonous dragon appeared in the wilderness, it must be frightened by all beasts, and they crouched together, not daring to move, and let it devour it.

A few people walked about thirty or forty miles, and then suddenly it dawned on them, and there was a huge valley in front of them.

In the far east, there was a black poisonous dragon crouching on the mountain wall, the same one they had just seen.

Now that he has seen the whole picture, regardless of whether he is Wang Chong or Yanbei, Shang Wenli is amazed in his heart, this poisonous dragon is huge.

Its body was hovered on the mountain wall, its eyes were open and closed, and it seemed that it had no interest in everything, but it was just an overwhelming dragon power, which made people dare not approach.

In the other three directions, there are countless caves on the mountain wall, some of which seem to be inhabited, and there are even people standing at the mouth of the caves, looking down, but the distance is too far to see the faces of these people.

In the middle of the valley, there is a nine-storey hall, each floor has more than ten zhang high, the whole hall is towering and majestic, just like a majestic pass.

A young man in a flowery dress, guarding in front of the main hall, greeted a group of people when he saw them, and said with a smile: "But Tang Jingyu's little uncle and ancestor!"

Wang Chong was slightly surprised, and asked rhetorically: "Who are you, why do you call me Uncle Ancestor?"

The young man in flower clothes smiled and said: "My master is a disciple of the old ancestor of Hongye, the ninth apprentice, I should naturally call you my uncle." ”

Wang Chong was relieved at this time, he heard from Master Qingyue that the Iron Plough Ancestor passed on the three friends together, and there were three apprentices under the door, namely the Red Leaf Zen Master, the Sunflower Daoist and the Ling Suer.

Among them, the Red Leaf Zen Master accepted eight apprentices, and Master Qingyue ranked seventh, but he didn't expect that the Red Leaf Zen Master not only had apprentices, but also apprentices, and even heavy disciples.