"Qiaoqiao, don't be rude!"

There was a shouting sound from the dark cliff cave, which echoed and roared in the tortuous and far-reaching cave, shaking through the mountains and falling rocks. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info is like nine ghostly ghosts, the soul is overwhelming, and people will never dare to resist.

After a while, a black wind swirled out of the cave, and a rickety old man appeared out of thin air. I saw that he was skinny, his face was pale, his body was less than three feet long, and he was draped in a black robe covered with bird feathers.

Seeing this, the barbarian girl's face changed greatly, and she said respectfully: "Elder Wu!"

The old man slammed the witch staff in his hand fiercely, knocking the rocks on the ground into powder, "The ceremony is about to be held, and it has long been strictly ordered not to cause trouble, you are really good enough!"

This old man looked at Pang Xian again, as if he was performing a face-changing method, and his face was full of smiles after not seeing the light of day for a long time, "The distinguished guests are coming, and they should be welcomed from afar, but the once every ten years of the Ghost Mother Mountain's sacrificial ceremony is approaching, and the lord really can't pull away." The little old man has a humble status, and he came to greet him, but he really neglected the distinguished guests. ”

Seeing the old man behaving like this, Pang Xian slandered: What a good person! These words made him have a seizure. But after all, I have to ask for others, it's not good to be too much, so I said:

"The poor road is here, and I have important matters to discuss with the lord of Xuanyin Mountain, and my husband is bothered, please lead the way. ”

The old man smiled and said: "The lord of the mountain commanded, Pang Zhenren is a true immortal outside the world, and the arrival of the immortal driver has made my ghost mother mountain shine. Please ...... here."

Pang Xian's trip did not hide the hidden heavenly opportunity, and the Lord of Xuanyin Mountain was also a guest of the Ten Thousand Magic Society, so he naturally recognized the new overlord representative of Southern Xinjiang.

Walking into the cave, there is a cave in the Ghost Mother Mountain. The sheep intestine paths are criss-crossed, and countless rickety villains are running around non-stop with fresh fruits and flesh and blood.

The lights, like ghost eyes the size of mung beans, illuminated the villain's body, like a demon in the hellish road, busy and crawling on all fours.

Pang Xian kept a straight face and was emotionally restrained, hiding the pity for these rickety villains in his heart.

The road winds and changes, penetrating deep into the belly of the mountain and extremely close to the earth's axis, and a spacious and empty hall appears. The green blue fire is soaring, reflecting the green light of the whole hall, not seeing half a minute of temperature, but the yin wind is inspiring, and the cold is raging, just like a ghost in the world.

A five-zhang altar rises in the main hall, which is full of cattle, sheep and livestock, and the seasonal fruits are fresh. With the yin wind blowing, the flags swagger and dance. Lined with the black smoke and fog, there is an evil and ghostly atmosphere.

There is a coffin behind the hall, the ancient totem pattern is painted before, the moon is clear, the dark qi is boiling, it is the scene when the world is opened, the sun is shrouded in the scene.

"Pang Zhenren will sit for a while, it is a great honor for me to have you come to watch the ceremony. The old man looked fanatical, and that was exactly what he believed in.

With the accumulation of three animals and five animals, the altar seems to be a small hill, and if it were not for the cold wind, the place would have been extremely foul. And the ceremony of sacrificing the gods finally arrived as scheduled.

"Jingle Bell"

The ghost bell rang, the yellow talisman fluttered, and the witch elder led a group of witch blessings to dance the god dance. In the smoke of cigarettes, there is a row of bamboo cages.

As soon as the magic sword in Wu Lao's hand was raised, the bamboo cage covered his head flew over, and he listened......

"Squeak...... Squeaky ......"

Pang Xian looked at it fixedly, and suddenly felt shocked, only to see that the spirit monkeys in the bamboo cage were struggling with themselves. He is covered with yellow fluff, but there are three white marks on his back, which is very cute. The big watery eyes were full of horror, and he looked around with his bones.

I couldn't help but wonder in my heart, could this be ......?

"Quickly cut off the head of the spirit ape and offer it to the lord of the mountain to enjoy!" the witch elder commanded in a loud voice.

The seven witches held the Miao knife in their hands, slashed at the caged spirit ape, and the "chirping" spirit monkey cried tactfully, which became more and more sad and pitying.

The apes are already full of spirituality, and many races have been introduced into the door wall by the immortals. Li Xiuyang's friend Yuan Hua is now practicing in Lianping Mountain, since he received the bequest of "Neijing Yuanzong" from his mentor Liu Gen, a green-haired real person in his previous life, the Tao has advanced by leaps and bounds, and he has touched the threshold of the earth immortal, which is very rare.

How could Pang Xian sit idly by and watch this bloody and cruel tragedy happen? At the last moment, he didn't see any movement, a silver rainbow light erupted from his nostrils, and he circled around his body, and the sharp arrow seemed to shoot out.

The silver sword was like a spirit snake dancing with electricity, graceful and graceful, swimming towards the air. Before the witches could blink, the Miao knife in the hand of "Bang Dang, Bang Dang" had been twisted into two pieces and fell to the ground.

"Stop!"

Pang Xian stopped drinking.

Wu Lao's face was stunned, and he looked at Pang Xian and said puzzledly: "Pang Zhenren, what does this mean?"

Because of the orders of the Lord of Xuanyin, although he respects Pang Xian, but the Lord of the Mountain is an existence like a god, and delaying the ceremony of worshipping the gods of the Lord of the Mountain can only be endless.

The field suddenly became tense, the two sides looked at each other angrily, and if they disagreed, they waited to fight. Secretly, many witches shook their long flags, ghost fires fluttered lightly, and various magic weapons such as bone rods and animal skin drums lurked on the side.

Witchcraft and magic are competing to shine, and all kinds of strange lights shine on Pang Xian's body, and the crisis situation is about to erupt.

Suddenly, the sound of the ",......" heavy object hammering the ground was non-stop, as if a peerless murderous object was about to be born.

When everyone looked back, it was the coffin in the hall that was doing tricks. The black coffin slapped on the ground, as if it wanted to flutter up, but it was imprisoned in place and fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Repeated several times, there was a "bang" explosion.

In the surging smoke and dust, a stone-like body sat up.

"Meet the lord!" all the witches and villains bowed to the ground. Pang Xian was left alone, standing beside him, and the color did not change.

Seeing the appearance of the lord of Xuanyin Mountain, Pang Xian was shocked. In the past, the Ten Thousand Magic Society, this old man also moved forward, and in the name of offense, he gave a ghost elixir. Although he was too yin at the beginning, he was still an immortal, but now he is like a clay stone tire, stiff and dead, is he going crazy?

"Pang Zhenren, don't blame!" his voice was hoarse, like a knife carved in stone, and it made people's teeth ache to hear.

Lord Xuanyin couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart, who would have thought that the ten-year sacrificial ceremony would let Pang Xian catch up. If it is usual, it is natural to come forward with joy and form a good fate. Can ...... now Bitter also!

"Please forgive the old man for being physically inconvenient and unable to greet him. If the number of courtesies is not careful, and if you offend, you will be severely punished later. ”

Pang Xian has always respected me, and I respect people. Hearing this, his attitude softened and said: "If I don't despise the lord of the mountain, it's just a matter of sacrificing three animals and five animals, how can I still kill so many spirit monkeys?"

As he spoke, he took a step forward and said solemnly, "This is not what we cultivators should do. ”

The barbarian girl's eyes turned red, and she said in a dumb voice: "My family's lord sacrifices, can't you use some spirit monkeys?

If it was an ordinary blood sacrifice, the light of the spirit monkey's eyes touched the heartstrings, making the characters hurt them, so they stopped it. Otherwise, Pang Xian was unwilling to interfere, after all, the Xuanyin Lord had no evil deeds.

"Ahem!" Xuanyin Mountain's main face was like a sculpture, and there was a little helplessness in his voice, "Qiaoqiao can't be rude, real people, I'm also helpless in this matter!" )