Changyang Mountain is in the southwest of Nanbu Prefecture, and after a while, Meng Huan rushed to the boundary of Changyang Mountain.

Changyang Mountain stretches for dozens of miles, and it is small in the blessed land of the cave in this world. The mountains are covered with trees and jungles, and they are green, and it is not at all obvious that this is a place of repression.

Xingtian is the witch equivalent to Da Luo Jinxian, how can he be angry in the place where he is, right?

However, Meng Huan was not careless, and only entered the mountain after repeated investigations.

As soon as he entered the mountain, an old man in a brocade robe came from a distance.

The old man had the aura of divinity on his body, Meng Huan was very familiar with it, this was the power of faith, and he knew that the old man must be an immortal with a priesthood.

"Boy, stop!"

The old man's steps looked slow, but he arrived in front of Meng Huan in an instant, and Meng Huan could see that this old man had borrowed the power of the leylines and came over in an instant.

He is undoubtedly the mountain god here.

"Old gentleman, I just want to go into the mountains to have a look, and I ask the old gentleman to be accommodating. "Meng Huan gave his hand, and did not recklessly kill people into the mountain, who knows what terrifying existence there is in this mountain that suppresses Xingtian?

"Young man, where are you from, there are many poisonous insects and beasts in this mountain, didn't your parents tell you?" the old man advised.

He didn't find that Meng Huan was not an ordinary person, this Changyang Mountain beast was stronger than ordinary beasts, and even people near the mountain range did not come here to hunt.

And Meng Huan's arrival surprised him a little.

"Old gentleman, are you alone on this mountain?" Meng Huan did not answer his question, but inquired about the news in the mountain.

"Just the old man alone, you want to chat with me for many years, and I can send you back when it's late!"

"How can the old gentleman send me back?" Meng Huan pretended not to know, and secretly inquired about the layout of Changyang Mountain.

"Young man, look at it!" he grabbed Meng Huan with one hand and performed the art of earth escape.

Meng Huan couldn't bear it, and let him grab his shoulder, in fact, he was a little resistant in his heart, afraid that this mountain god was a person who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger.

Just in an instant, the old man took Meng Huan to a place similar to a grotto, which contained stone benches, stone tables, etc., and even stone beds, all of which were complete.

Meng Huan really couldn't imagine that this old mountain god was still so interested.

"Well, boy, now believe I can send you back?" said the old man triumphantly.

Meng Huan pretended to be panicked, slowly stepped back, pointed at the old man and said, "You are a demon...... Youkai?"

The old man laughed and said, "The old man is not a monster, and no monsters are allowed on this Changyang Mountain." ”

"Then you are an immortal?" Meng Huan asked tentatively.

"Yes, the old man is the god of the mountain!" the god of the mountain stroked his goatee, raised his head, and said proudly.

"It turned out to be a mountain god, the kid has seen a mountain god!" Meng Huan said flatteringly.

"Come, sit here!"

The mountain god beckoned Meng Huan to sit down, and several monkeys brought some wild fruits and placed them on the stone plate of the stone table. Meng Huan watched from the sidelines and thought it was quite interesting.

"You all have beautiful talks about immortals in dreams, today you are really in my cave, is it a beautiful talk?" The old mountain god took out a pot of fruit wine and poured it for Meng Huan.

"Thank you Mountain God!" Meng Huan thanked him, thinking that this picture was quite interesting, just for him to inquire about the situation here.

"Young man, don't you know, the old man has been on this mountain for too long, and there are no monsters on the mountain to chat with me, and there is no human race to climb the mountain, but I am lonely to death!"

The old man took a glass of wine and said to himself.

"Why don't you speak, shouldn't you ask me how long?" the old man's eyes widened and he said to Meng Huan.

"Lord Mountain God, how long have you been here?" Meng Huan said speechlessly.

"Haha, that's a good question, drink and drink!" he took a drink of his own and said, "Actually, I forgot about it!"

Meng Huan drank a glass of wine and asked, "Then Lord Mountain God, what are you staying on this mountain for?"

"I tell you, there is a peerless and ruthless man sleeping under this mountain, and the heavens have sent me to guard it! I thought it was a fat man, but who knew that this was a place of exile, there were no people, and no one outside the mountain dared to enter, and I did not dare to leave my post without permission. Alas, bitter also!"

Meng Huan didn't answer, and the mountain god continued: "For so long, I have even forgotten my original Dao name and name, and I am so lonely!"

He looked at a tree outside the cave, but Meng Huan was absent-minded, this mountain god only has the breath of the immortal realm, that is, the Xuanyuan realm, and his strength is not strong, but Meng Huan feels unreliable, he can save Xingtian so easily, why has no one come to save Xingtian for so long?

"Why don't you speak? I see, you must be laughing at me for being more lonely than the tree, and that it is surrounded by birds and beasts, and that I have no one to communicate with me. ”

Meng Huan watched the old man perform and thought: "You look like this, even if someone comes, who will listen to you complain? No one will be interested in this, right?"

"Alas, shouldn't you ask me about the way of immortality, let me give you an immortality?" the mountain god seduced Meng Huan.

"Can the mountain god give me a way to live forever?"

Meng Huan also arrived at the early stage of the Xuanyuan realm, and initially condensed the five qi of yin, and the mountain god couldn't find it, Meng Huan secretly explored this Changyang Mountain with divine sense.

"That's a good question! The answer is no! Hahaha!"

“......”

This mountain god seems to have a hobby of playing tricks, and it seems that he has read too much trash talk, and he has one scene after another in his mind.

"Mountain god, are you really the only one on this mountain?

Meng Huan asked tentatively, if the mountain god affirmed this answer, his divine sense could be a little more unscrupulous.

"What, do you still want to go to other immortals to seek the method of immortality? Tell you, don't be delusional, except for me, there is nothing but me on this mountain...... There are no other immortals!"

When Meng Huan heard this, his heart relaxed, his divine sense expanded, and he slowly leaned down the mountain.

There was no life at the bottom of the mountain, and there was no evil qi, which made Meng Huan wonder if there was a punishment under the mountain.

And he didn't notice, but the old man was excited, and he didn't know what was going on.

Suddenly, Meng Huan felt a series of forbidden cloths under the mountain, blocking his divine sense, Meng Huan was happy in his heart, but he couldn't help but doubt.

This prohibition was very weak, and it seemed that Meng Huan could break it with a single blow with all his strength.

"Could it be that this prohibition is strong on the inside and weak on the outside?" Meng Huan guessed, if it was so weak inside, it would be able to suppress Xingtian?

The mountain god next to him was still chattering, Meng Huan made up his mind and said, "Mountain god, how about I release this peerless ruthless person suppressed under the mountain?"

The old mountain god was shocked on the surface, but he was pleasantly surprised in his heart......