"Traitor to seek glory, shameless villain!" The ghost general Zhang Fei, despite the earth-shattering sound of Mu Yun's sycophancy, scoffed at his behavior.

"Brother Xu, listen, listen, Ning Caichen, is he talking about human language?"

Liu Haoran was injured fundamentally, his qualifications were extremely poor, otherwise so many immortal sects would not turn him away.

After following the blind old Taoist to reluctantly practice, his own cheap master once warned him that the cultivation and cultivation is to use the small world of the human body and the avenue of enlightenment to attract the aura of heaven and earth into the body.

People with poor qualifications are inherently slower than others. Whether it is cultivation or healing, it is slow to go to the first line, usually it is fine, but when it really meets the line of life and death, that is the Silk Road!

Therefore, the master repeatedly warned him that unless it was a last resort, he could activate the forbidden technique, and he must not impulsively go up and fight to the death because of a trivial matter.

When the master taught him forbidden techniques, Liu Haoran nodded, more diligent than a chicken pecking rice. However, when he encountered something, he had already thrown his promise to the master out of the clouds.

At this moment, his body is extremely injured, and he is already in a tragic situation.

He is like a candle in a gale, ready to go out at any moment.

However, Xu Xiake is a martial artist, not a monk, and the two are fundamentally different cultivation systems, so Xu Xiake can't help.

At present, I can only find a way to help him hang his breath, so that he does not fall asleep like this.

Xu Xiake helped Liu Haoran, who had only one breath left, to the edge of the cage and sat down, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a very firm tone: "Brother Haoran, Caichen will definitely not live for a stick of incense if he does this, if you don't believe it, you will look at it." ”

Liu Haoran's heart was devastated, and he could already feel that his consciousness was passing little by little, and when he heard Xu Xiake's words, he barely opened his eyes.

Besides, outside the cage, the ghost general Zhang Fei waved his hand, and the yin qi rolled between the big sleeves, forming a dark cloud of yin qi in mid-air.

Countless ghosts descended from the dark clouds. The process of landing lasted for a long time, in short, when Zhang Fei put away the mountain monarch's big sleeves, the hall was overcrowded, and it was the more than 100 powerful ghosts before!

Those scattered ghosts, under the hands of the ghost general, all came back to life, and they fell to their knees in an instant, full of cheers.

Mu Yun's eyes rolled: "Sure enough, as I thought, Zhang Fei is an orthodox mountain monarch who has been entitled, and these ghosts are like God, as long as the mountain monarch does not die, they will naturally live endlessly." ”

This is the mysterious and mysterious god of mountains and rivers!

He hugged his fists again and said: "Congratulations to the old master of the mountain for returning to the old department, and the old man of the mountain is the way to the sky." One day he will conquer the Netherworld and call himself the Ghost Emperor, just around the corner!"

The ghost general Zhang Fei, who was also a ruthless man who didn't blink an eye with a knife on his neck, was slapped by him a few enthusiastic sycophants in a row, and his face was full of anger: "Just a human race, if you dare to make noise, I will kill you with a sword!"

"Obey the decree of the Mountain Monarch!"

Mu Yun stuck out his tongue and immediately stood still, like a sculpture.

"Oh, this Terran scholar is interesting. ”

The white-clothed rat spirit suspended in the air suppressed Xu Xiake and Liu Haoran with the Dragon King Basket one after another, and then pinched a legal decision, put away the golden cage, and landed in the middle of the main hall.

The ghosts under the command of the ghost general Zhang Fei should have seen his methods a long time ago, and they all lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.

The rat spirit walked towards Mu Yun, and wherever he passed, the ghosts made way for him, so that he was like a high-ranking and powerful minister in the world.

The rat spirit walked in front of Mu Yun and stood still, but when he saw that he was still talking like a river before, he didn't move at all, so he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Come up and answer!"

Mu Yun still didn't move, but he used his eyes to indicate the direction of the ghost general.

The rat spirit immediately understood, and said with a smile: "That mountain monarch is my subordinate. I was the one who made you speak, but it didn't hurt for you to speak. ”

Mu Yun smiled happily on his face, and said, "Presumably, this is the sage lord who is talked about by the people of hundreds of miles around here." ”

Before the rat spirit could speak, Mu Yun's face became more pious: "Lord Sage, the mana is boundless, and the wind and rain are smooth, and the merits are immeasurable." I'd rather admire the five bodies of the earth and throw themselves to the ground, if there is a lie, the sky will thunder!"

After he swore a poisonous oath, the rat spirit stepped out and came to him, and said condescendingly: "Humble human, you guessed wrong. I am a disciple of the Master's throne, and the Taoist name is Bai Ling. ”

Mu Yun sneered in his heart, it turned out to be the disciple of the Trap Mountain, a little mouse.

Rats are rats, and they call themselves Bai Ling. The nest of rats on the Empty Mountain, is it possible to cultivate the law of cheekiness?

He said respectfully: "It turned out to be Bai Ling Zhenren, Bai Ling Zhenren, with extraordinary bearing, sooner or later he will become an immortal." ”

The rat spirit Bai Ling originally wanted to crush this weak human race to death, but Mu Yun made a series of sycophants, which made him feel like a spring breeze and had the intention of sparing his life.

After all, whether it is a human race or a demon race, isn't the purpose of cultivation to become an immortal and unrestrained?

Who would refuse such an irresponsible sycophant?

Bai Ling felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and asked indifferently on his face: "Human, give me a reason not to kill you." ”

Mu Yun hugged Bai Ling's thighs and said enthusiastically: "Real person, keep me, it's very useful!"

"I am a literary genius who has not been born in the country of Yelang for a hundred years, I think I have a wonderful pen, and I write a good article, which can praise the withered weeds into shining gold bars. He paused, and handed Bai Ling an inquiring look.

His sycophant kung fu, the rat spirit Bai Ling had naturally been taught, so he motioned for him to continue.

Mu Yun said: "I'd rather Caichen not be talented, and I also have a bit of a thin face in the literary world." Think about it for real people, if I come forward, connect the entire Yelang country literary circle, and write countless eulogies for real people every day. In less than half a year, the deeds of ensuring that real people have magic to the sky and love the people like children will spread all over the streets and alleys of Yelang Country. ”

"I will make up a ballad again, so that the children who walk through the streets and alleys will sing every day, not only that, but let those Qinglou women also sing along, and it is necessary to let the bottom and upper classes of Yelang Country hum about the real deeds. ”

"Hmph, at that time, for the real person in the Yelang National Rite Department, to ask for the name of the Emperor of the Mountain, is not it to explore the bag and take things? It's called "

"Not only that, but when the time comes, I'm afraid that it will be too light for a mere mountain monarch name. Real people should go one step further, become the guest of the monarch of the Yelang Country, be the leader of the mountain of the Yelang Country, enjoy the incense of all the people, and cultivate to the sky in one step, and go straight to the Five Realms!"

He spoke at a moderate pace, with a sonorous tone, and every word, and in an instant, he depicted a good blueprint for the mouse spirit Bai Ling to become an immortal.

Bai Ling followed his description and thought about it, and suddenly felt that he couldn't breathe, my mother, cultivating immortals is as simple as sleeping and farting!

You must know that even Bai Ling's master, the rat spirit who claims to be a sage, has a deep fortune and occupies the Empty Mountain, and his cultivation has been conscientious, and he has only been able to cultivate in the lake in a flick of his fingers for five hundred years.

That ancestor rat, why didn't he want to be the mountain leader of the Yelang Country, so as to gain the luck of a country and make his cultivation twice as effective with half the effort?

But the hundred-year-old layout of the Trap Mountain, even corrupting and killing Zhang Fei, the orthodox mountain monarch, and turning him into his puppet, failed to make the rat spirit get what he wanted.

There is no other reason, becoming the orthodox god of mountains and rivers in a country is a very serious matter, even if it is lucky to pass the two checkpoints of the Yelang National Rite Department and the king of a country, it still needs to be within a radius of 100 miles, and the person who holds the bull's ear on the mountain - Longhu Mountain will issue a decree together to announce the heaven and earth, and it will be effective.

The "sage" was so discouraged that he had to retreat and continue to let his puppet Zhang Fei, as the king of the mountain, lead his powerful ghosts, mutilate passing creatures, and absorb flesh and blood essence for him.

In order to prevent Zhang Fei from rebelling, he used demonic means to plant a mechanism in Zhang Fei's heart. Even if he was thousands of miles away, once he sensed that Zhang Fei had a different intention, and his mind moved, he could blow this orthodox mountain monarch into powder.

After leaving his hand, he was still not at ease, so he sent his eldest disciple Bai Ling to the Mountain Monarch Temple and gave him a heavy treasure dragon king basket on the mountain.

However, the effect is also surprisingly good, Dongling Town's Shanjun Temple sends heavy flesh and blood essence to Trap Mountain every month.

Over the years, there have been as many as twenty monks in the Middle Five Realms alone!

The one who is trapped in the Sky Mountain, who has obtained a steady stream of supplies, is already beginning to rush to the eighth realm of the Dragon Gate Realm!

Bai Ling's greed!

Although it is said that cultivating with the flesh and blood essence of living beings has violated the great taboo of the righteous path in the world, it is easy to be attacked by the righteous path. But that ancestral rat, in order to reach the top of his own avenue, where can he take care of so much. In his words, if you can get the title of a country and cultivate with the faith of all the people, who wants to do that immoral thing that kills living beings?

It can be seen from this that Bai Ling was so moved by Mu Yun's words that you can imagine.

The rat spirit Bai Ling, the huge waves in my heart, the ancestors bless, my Bai Ling is running when the time comes, is it going to achieve the supreme avenue?

He was overjoyed in his heart, and said indifferently: "This plan is very good, I will definitely dedicate it to the master, as for your cheap life, you have to listen to the master." ”

In front of so many people, Bai Ling still had to pretend to be reserved, after all, the sage on the mountain was the real person behind the scenes.

Mu Yun hurriedly hugged his thigh, and said nervously: "Wrong, wrong!"

He raised his head, there was no trace of impurities in his eyes, and he was so sincere that people had to be convinced: "Caichen is a plan, and he is dedicated to the real person alone, not the sage!"

"Bold!"

The rat spirit Bai Ling stroked his beard and said: "The master is deeply grateful to me, and it is difficult to repay me in this life and this life, do you understand?"

Mu Yun heard the greed in his words, and his tone became even more firm: "Cai Chen is familiar with real people at first sight, this plan can only be dedicated to real people, otherwise I am willing to die headlong!"

Bai Ling's face was embarrassed, and he reluctantly said: "Since you are forced to die, I will listen to the reason why you have to be loyal to me." ”